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begko · 4 months
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keep quiet. -seijoh 4
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warnings: 18+ MDNI, poly, implied masturbation, implied sex(? I think), idk how to tag so lmk if there's anything else
contains: fem reader, seijoh 4 x reader (but mostly Matsukawa x reader and Hanamaki x reader)
wc: 1.2 k
a/n: I feel like there's not enough seijoh 4 fics out there so I decided to write one myself lol. This is my first fic so if anyone likes this I'll finish this and try to post more. Just ask and I'll lyk if I can do it!
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Living in an apartment with four other boys never left your days feeling dull. Although you were all in your 20’s and supposedly more mature than your younger selves, they were still boys. 
They would each find ways to somehow piss you off, whether consciously or not. Dirty laundry in the living room, a bag of chips left open on the counter, or the loud moans of a random girl spilling through the crack in their bedroom door. These things wouldn’t typically leave you feeling so annoyed, but hearing a repeating “Yes Oikawa!” at 3 AM– the night before your abnormal psychology midterm may I add– was seriously starting to test your patience. 
Before you knew it, you found your feet gliding stomping down the hallway towards the brunette’s room, unknowingly drawing the other three to peek out from their own doors. 
“I SWEAR TO GOD TOORU. IF SHE DOESN’T SHUT UP YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN.” You emphasized your threat by loudly pounding your fist on his door, then swiftly retreating back to your room, slamming your door for good measure. You put your earbuds back in and tried to focus on the music that filled your ears.
Thankfully, you eventually drifted to sleep, but the groggy feeling you had the next morning did not dissipate, even with the large coffee you had made. After fumbling with your keys for what seemed like forever, you were met with the faces of your roommates, all waiting to greet you. They each gave you a warm smile, which normally would brighten your mood a bit, but the sight of Tooru’s face made a frown appear on your face. Without a word, you disappeared into your room and threw yourself onto the bed, hoping to catch up on some sleep.
“What did I do?” Hajime immediately slapped the back of Tooru’s head in response. “You idiot! She had an exam today and you haven’t even apologized for keeping her up!” Hajime clicked his tongue in annoyance at his best friend. Tooru rubbed the back of his head to soothe the pain. “Well how do I make her forgive me? I didn’t know she had an exam!” 
Hajime merely shook his head, “Figure it out.” he said before going to check on you. As he opened your door, he found you– jeans and all – laying face-down on your bed. A groan of acknowledgement came from your figure, causing Hajime to let out a breathy laugh. “You okay?” 
“Headache.” Was all you managed to say before beckoning him to lay with you. He obliged, letting you roll over before laying on top of your half-made bed with you. He adjusted you both so your head would be comfortably caged in his arms, while you curled into his warmth.
“It’s alright, just get some sleep. I’ll stay with you, baby.” There it was. That nickname he gave you. It always put a smile on your face, this time no different, as you drifted off with your lips sleepily curled up at the corners.
While, yes, they were annoying at times, one could argue that they had a soft spot for you. They would often lay with you if they knew you wanted the company, just as Hajime was doing. When a boy would break your heart, you would find one of them waiting outside of your lecture hall with a bouquet of daffodils, ready to take you out to eat or to a club. With them, you never needed to watch cringey rom-coms while incessantly crying. They distracted you from the heartache, until it eventually melted away. And those nicknames, god, those nicknames. You were sure that they meant nothing, but the way that they locked eyes with you as they uttered ‘Princess’ or ‘Darling’ made your heart stop in ways that felt more than platonic. Sometimes, when you touched yourself in the dead of the night, you found yourself imagining them saying it, driving you to your climax. But you would never admit that to any of them. Just as they wouldn’t admit that you would sometimes let your moans get loud enough for them to hear, driving them to let their hands wander down beyond the waistbands of their boxers. They quickly chased their high, knowing that without the sweet noises of your pleasure seeping through the thin walls, they would be left unsatiated.
You awoke to the delicious smell of food wafting in from the kitchen. After stretching a bit, you opened your eyes to find Hajime no longer next to you. You followed the smell into the main area of your apartment, finding the boys sitting at the kitchen counter chatting while Tooru stood with a pink apron on. 
Your small laugh caused them all to turn their heads to wear you stood, a smile appearing on each of their faces. You walked up to them and put your hands on the counter, surveying the mess left on top of it.
“I made you your favorite! And before you say anything, I was just about to clean up.” That drew another giggle to fall from your lips. You mumbled out a ‘You better.” as Tooru wrapped his arms around your form. “I’m sorry for keeping you up last night, please forgive me?” 
“ Fine, just buy a gag for the next time you wanna bring one of them home.” The four laughed while you began to set the table.
After dinner, Tooru told you to put on a movie while the rest of them did the dishes and grabbed something sweet to snack on. You opted to take a quick shower before doing so and changed into a comfortable tank top and shorts. As you plopped down on the couch and simply chose to re-watch The Hunger Games, Hiro and Issei sat down on either side of you. Issei guided you between his legs, allowing your head to lay on his chest, as Hiro moved your legs into his lap. Hiro draped a blanket over your form, as you gave him a small smile of thankfulness. Soon after, Hajime and Tooru sat in the smaller armchairs and started the movie. 
You’ve seen this movie a million times, after all it was your favorite. But as you watched Katniss tie herself to a tree in an attempt to get some sleep, you began to grow bored. You shifted from your position, fidgeting in hopes of becoming comfortable again. “Sit still, pretty girl. I wanna know what happens next.” You heard Issei whisper into your ear. You freeze. For some reason, the mixture of the hot breath that you felt on your neck and the raspiness of his voice made your stomach form a knot. But it wasn’t until you felt Hiro’s hand start to slowly travel up the length of your leg that you finally realized what you were feeling. You felt hot, making you squirm even more. Issei’s arm snaked around your middle, holding you in place. “I said sit still. We’ll give you a reward if you’re good.” Suddenly it felt like your senses were heightened. The feeling of Issei’s arm and Hiro’s wandering hands made your breathing come to a halt. Is this a dream?
“Do you trust us, pretty girl?”
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sleepskie · 6 months
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Havent drawn my babygurl's ts look in so long!! Matsukawa just got a new panel drawn of himself by Furudate themselves...gosh....How do we feel!!!💚
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giustoart · 6 months
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We’ll always be together…
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lovelyunholyc · 1 year
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better than i ever even knew
NSFW - MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
fem!reader. pet names (princess, sweetheart, pretty girl, baby), minor angst start but happy ending, confessions, frenemies to lovers, porn with feelings on feelings. multiple orgasms, oral (f! receiving), mating press, riding, unprotected sex, matsukawa can and will fold u like a pretzel. if there's anything i missed, pls let me know, enjoy :)
"something you'd like to say to me, issei?"
makki had fallen asleep on your movie night, and you'd excused yourself to use their bathroom, only to find matsukawa waiting in the hallway for you after. he's caged you in somehow, pinned you to the wall like an insect on corkboard, with nothing more than his commanding presence and a notably large hand to the wall beside your head. he looms over you, imposing.
like he always seems to be, only to you.
his face is mere inches from your own, his eyes dark, half-lidded like they always are - but there's something different this time, something deeper and a little more dangerous.
you can't help but watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips. they look even more plush and irresistibly pink from this close.
you've always wondered what they'd feel like between your teeth.
matsukawa snorts, eyes narrowing even further. "don't play coy, princess."
too stubborn to admit that the intensity of his gaze flusters you and clouds your mind too much to think of a witty reply, you avert your eyes and direct your focus on the hood of his jacket instead. "stop calling me that," you spit, at the strings of his hoodie, just as unwilling to address how his pet name for you has started to make heat bloom beneath your skin lately. he's been calling you that for years, and you used to find it endearing, used to blush for an entirely different reason when he spoke it.
now, it grates on your nerves.
it grates on your nerves how much you like it, how much you want him to call you that in other less than wholesome scenarios.
matsukawa hums thoughtfully, tilts his head in wonder. "what's gotten into you lately, hm? you've never had any problems with it before." he inches closer to inspect your expression.
you turn your head completely to avoid looking at him directly, so his gaze falls on the side of your face.
which might not have been the best idea, because it exposes the flush rising up your neck and to your cheeks.
matsukawa reaches up with his free hand and cradles your jaw, gentler than you expect. he traces the line of it with his thumb, making the back of your neck prickle pleasantly, stopping at your chin to move your head to face him. there's a tender sincerity in his eyes that you've rarely seen in him, all traces of the mischief prior completely gone, replaced with genuine concern. "are you alright?" his voice is nearly a whisper.
your mouth goes dry. the tension between you has morphed into something similar yet more profound, something that you're not sure you're ready to explore. you nod once, still averting your eyes.
"why have you been avoiding me?" he says softly, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he almost sounds pained. "i miss you."
you think your heart stops beating.
so he'd noticed. you shouldn't have expected any less, really - you've been friends for years, you know each other like the backs of your hands.
you aren't sure when you'd started to want more from him. and concluding that it was unfair for you to expect that of him and not wanting to cross the boundary, the foundation you'd built as good friends, you'd started to withdraw. gradually, lessening your invites to him when it proved too painful for you to be alone together with him, making excuses when he extended the invite to you.
you aren't sure what it helped - it hurt all the same, and you couldn't help but feel bitter that you were in this situation, all because you felt things for him that you didn't think you should. bitter at him, though he doesn't deserve it - he's been there for you ever since you could remember - and bitter at yourself, for putting you both through it. and here he is, scorned even more by your distance too.
your eyes well up with guilt as you let his words sink in, and it's all you can do to blink the tears away before they fall.
"hey, i'm sorry, prin-" matsukawa falters, seems to catch himself, and it pains you even more how considerate he's being though you've been so cruel to him and hadn't meant what you said. "whatever it is, it'll be okay. don't waste your tears on me." oh, if only he knew.
he tilts your chin up to face him once more, swipes his thumbs gently beneath your eyes to collect the stray tears that manage to escape. you want to weep at how tenderly he treats you, how much it makes you want him even more, and he has no idea.
you can't help but scowl again. you hate how much you love him.
you grab his wrists and hold him away from you. "stop it, stop being so nice to me all of a sudden." your voice sounds thick with emotion even to you, and you hate that, too.
matsukawa's undoubtedly stronger than you, and he can undo your grip easily, but he doesn't. instead, that stupid, cocky smirk is back, sensing that you're nearly back to your normal, stubborn self.
but then he says something that turns your world completely on its axis.
"why shouldn't i be nice to the only person i've ever been in love with?"
his eyes are sincere, the most open and honest you've ever seen them.
you're frozen, unsure of what to say, how to process it, unsure if you're somehow dreaming. you drop his hands, but he takes yours again, the warmth of his palms in yours grounding you back to the moment.
"i don't expect you to feel the same way. i'll always love you as a friend, so please don't cut me out of your life." he squeezes your hands once, brings one up to his face so he can touch his lips to your knuckle, barely a graze of skin that leaves you wanting more, before letting you go. he shrugs, gives you a charming, lopsided smile, but you can tell he's trying too hard to be nonchalant. "don't think too hard about it. i'll leave you alone now, i'm sorry."
you catch the hem of his shirt on instinct just before he can walk away. "issei, wait."
he stops, but doesn't swivel back around to you. you can't help but wonder what kind of facial expression he's making. as it is, you can't bear to look at him, focusing instead on your thumb and forefinger pinching at the fabric of his shirt.
"issei...." it's then that you notice his hand closest to you is trembling lightly, and it makes your breath hitch. "are you serious?"
"i wouldn't joke about something like that," he says, and his voice is a lot softer.
"then....look at me and say it." you gather your courage to meet his eyes and tug him back, closer than he was before.
a tingle rushes up your spine when he fixes his gaze back on yours, and that infuriating, lovely little smirk is still in place. there's a soft intensity in his eyes that you've never seen before, and it makes every one of your nerves ignite.
"i'm in love with you, dummy."
the sudden rush of emotion makes you surge up to capture his lips. finally.
it surprises him, you can tell, but he only stands frozen for a tenth of a second before it seems like he's awoken and his lips are moving in kind, kissing you back in short bursts, hands finding your waist, until you deepen it and nip at him to slide your tongue into his mouth.
matsukawa chuckles lightly against you, you can feel his lips widen into that lopsided grin, and he nips right back at you before you pull away to breathe, a dopey smile undoubtedly parting your lips.
"i like 'princess' better," you tease between heavy breaths, pressing even closer to him so he can kiss you again. the feel of him, the taste of him, the warmth of his body against yours, is better than you could've expected, and it's so dizzying, you feel like you're floating when he wraps his arms around you and kisses across your face, down your jaw and throat.
matsukawa pulls back barely an inch to look at you and marvel at how pretty you look, the happiest he's ever seen you when just moments before you'd looked like you were on the verge of tears. he grins crookedly, wholeheartedly pleased. he doesn't think he's ever been happier than in this moment, either. "so you like me too, huh?"
you shake your head, let him back you up against the wall again so he can press your hips together easier, one of your legs automatically wrapping around his waist to make more room for him. "issei, i love you." it comes out so naturally, yet so abrupt, like soda shaken up in a bottle.
he groans against your neck at the admission, shifts back up to your face so he can kiss you fully, passionately, greedily. he steals the breath from your lungs, and you can only moan into him, arch into his hold and beg for more, more, more.
you've had a taste, and you're entirely sure you'll never be able to get enough.
you rock against each other, fingers roaming, pulling and pressing, and you think you might be losing your mind in the best way. matsukawa touches you so gently yet so firmly, as if he doesn't want to hurt you but needs to remind you he's there, breathing you in and taking everything you have to give.
you sigh against the side of his jaw, a grin tugging at your lips when you feel his thick fingers drag up your thighs to knead at the flesh of your ass. "take me to bed," you murmur into his skin, and the way you're looking at him, up through your lashes, eyes hooded and swimming with lust as he grinds you down on his thigh, is enough to drive him wild.
matsukawa blinks, mirrors your grin. "fuck, of course, princess."
you're so pleased to hear him call you that again, you kiss it right out of his mouth.
his bedroom is approximately five steps away from the hallway where you are, but it takes you several minutes of stumbling and giggling quietly to navigate it successfully, too caught up in each other to move productively. you're in your own little world, each happily engulfed in a trance that the other has cast on you, only made more intense with each lingering, greedy touch, each kiss, pulling and pushing like magnets.
when you look up again you're on your knees at the edge of matsukawa's bed, helping him out of his hoodie. true to form, he's not wearing anything underneath it, and though you've seen him shirtless dozens of times, it gives you pause.
it's different this time, this close, finally able to touch him the way you would've liked to for so long. this close, with the intensity of his half-lidded gaze on you, following your every move, inspecting your every expression.
"don't be shy now, sweetheart," matsukawa murmurs, and on instinct you cut him a look, which immediately softens when he takes your hands and places them on his chest.
"pretty," you can't help but praise as your hands roam, over the rippling muscle of his chest, his abdomen, coming back up to pinch playfully at his nipples as you catch his lips again in a searing kiss.
"speak for yourself," he says as he backs you into the middle of his bed, trailing his barrage of kisses down your neck, nipping and licking as he goes, making you gasp and whine at the sensations. long fingers slide beneath the waistband of your pants to squeeze ruefully at your ass, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. he pushes you against his hips, where you can undoubtedly feel his sizable bulge - you can't help but try to grind into the heat of it, and you can feel his lips widen against your skin in response.
you do your best to shimmy your pants down your legs despite him being between them, and he couldn't be happier to help you. he hardly detaches from you as he slips them off and throws them to the side, then pauses to ask your permission before tugging your panties off too, with your enthusiastic 'please'. he doesn't have to ask how far you want to go, sensing how meaningful it must be after so long of pining over each other, because you pull him back to your lips and whisper, "i want you, issei, please," and he swears something else entirely comes over him and drives him wild.
matsukawa no longer has the patience to take the rest of your clothes off, kissing quickly down your body over your shirt to slot himself between your legs. he presses his lips along the inside of your thighs, placing your legs across his shoulders. he groans when he sees how wet you are, when he slides an experimental finger through your folds and a string of your slick connects him to you even when he pulls away. you gasp and arch your back lightly at the contact, fingers clutching at the sheets beneath you.
"such a pretty pussy," he praises, eyes glazed over with lust and pure hunger as he continues to watch his fingers tease you, smacking his lips when he licks them clean and takes his rings off. "just like the rest of you, hm?"
"'sei, please don't tease," you mumble breathlessly, anticipation making your voice tight.
"ah, you've waited long enough, haven't you, princess?" his words alone make you shiver, but then he trails wet kisses closer to your core and you want to cry out. "well, i have, too, and i just want to savor it, you know?" he says it casually, as if he isn't dangling your pleasure over you between those pretty fingers, as if he isn't so close to where you need him that the heat of his breath across your skin as he talks is making you squirm in his hold.
just before you can whine and pull at him in impatience, he chuckles and finally ducks his head to taste you directly.
you gasp when his warm tongue slips through your folds, gathering up your slick for him to swallow up soundly with a satisfied hum that makes you shudder. he finds your clit almost instantly, circling it with the very tip of his tongue and making you buck your hips involuntarily before he's pulling back, just to smile smugly at you.
you don't think he's ever looked better than with his curls mussed by the grip your fingers have them in, his eyes hooded and all sorts of ravenous, his chin glistening with your slick.
matsukawa licks his lips, bites lightly at the flesh of your thigh. "you taste better than i could've imagined," he admits, voice gruff and sending tingles down your spine.
that makes you laugh breathily, only for it to fade into a delicious little moan when he dives back between your legs.
matsukawa eats you out with the same intensity, the same deep, intensive passion, as he had when he finally had the opportunity to kiss you fully, and you don't have to wonder if he'd been waiting to do this, too. his tongue slides into your entrance, coaxing out more of what you have to give him, so deep that his nose nudges your clit and makes you whine. he alternates between sucking wet kisses and messy licks all across every part of your needy pussy, intent only on tasting you and applying pressure, making more and more of a mess that he then happily licks up, and when he isn't satisfied with just that, he pushes his fingers into you, pleased when you can take both digits so quickly, one after another, and grazes his teeth gently along your sensitive bud in wordless praise.
you're gasping his name seemingly endlessly, as if it's the only word you know, your mind all but blank except for thoughts of him, pulling and tugging at the roots of his hair, making him groan into you, the vibrations of his deep voice only fueling your ecstasy. all too soon, you feel the bubble of pleasure in your gut near bursting. matsukawa seems to sense this, and curves his fingers as he thrusts and brushes right into your sweet spot, simultaneously lapping at your aching clit before wrapping his lips around the swollen bud and sucking, hard.
you fall over the edge so abruptly, your vision whites out. your body seizes up, back arched away from the bed, thighs squeezing around his head, a final cry of his name on your lips as pleasure overtakes you.
matsukawa doesn't stop pumping his fingers and licking at your clit. even as your body instinctively wriggles away from sensitivity, he follows you, his mouth riding the waves of your pleasure, the rhythmic grind of your hips, loves the way your walls pulse around his fingers, the way you spill into his palm. he laps up everything he can, only pulling away when you stop moving to watch with wonder as your pussy throbs around nothing in the aftershocks of your orgasm.
he chuckles when he sets your legs back down on the bed and gets a good look at you. "god, you're so fucking beautiful," he says, taking a moment just to stare at you, all wrecked and messy and gorgeous, panting in the middle of his bed with your shirt all askew and exposing your soft stomach, cheeks ruddy and eyes watery and face all fucked out, but a lopsided smile tipping at your lips. it only widens when your lidded gaze follows his hand, still wet from you, as it slips beneath the waistband of his pants, and undoubtedly fists at his cock.
"kiss me," you demand, barely a whisper, and it makes his cock throb in his hand.
matsukawa could never deny you. he surges forward and kisses you, moans into your mouth when your nimble fingers meet his beneath his pants and squeeze at his dick. you hum at the taste of yourself on his tongue, lick it off his lips as you thumb at his slit, share a lopsided grin that he then kisses off your face.
he lets you push him down on the bed then, raises his hips so you can ease his pants down his thighs and off and - he isn't wearing anything underneath that, either, and it doesn't surprise you, but makes you laugh.
when you look up at him again, you nearly salivate and come close to cardiac arrest all at once.
matsukawa's looks have never escaped your notice. as long as you've known each other, before you were even attracted to him, you'd known it as a fact that he was attractive. it was all too easy for him to develop his confidence, just cocky enough not to be completely arrogant but made even more attractive. tall, dark, handsome, and even worse - annoyingly witty - you often wondered how you'd not only harbored feelings for so long, but tolerated him enough to be friends for even longer.
you know him inside out, know him better than most.
but this, this is entirely new to you, though you most definitely see it as a positive now that your relationship has developed.
"issei," you swallow, "you're...big."
as if in response, his cock twitches where it rests against his abdomen, heavy and intimidating, though the swollen tip is leaking invitingly with precum.
matsukawa laughs, and you can't help but watch the way his abs contract with it, his skin glistening with how much he's dripped onto it. "you don't have to take it all, princess." something warm laces through his chest at the fact that you don't seem the least bit daunted, and instead look like you might start drooling. your gaze doesn't stray when he strokes himself once more, mesmerized.
you lick your lips without realizing it. "no," you correct, holding his gaze once more as you reach out to touch him fully, "i want you, issei, all of you."
he doesn't think he's ever heard anything more seductive in his life, more enticing. at that very moment, he thinks, is when he falls irreversibly, as if he wasn't in enough trouble to begin with.
your hand doesn't close around the base of his cock all the way, a fact that makes you shiver. matsukawa watches you closely, eyes glinting with unabashed lust, tongue darting out to lick his lips when you pucker yours, letting a dollop of spit land on the head of his cock. he curses under his breath, clearly barely holding himself together, and an addicting surge of power thrums through your veins.
you use your spit to aid the slide of your fist, up and down his shaft, pausing at the head to thumb at his slit, bending just to press a chaste, although wet, kiss to it before stroking your hand back down, squeezing at the base of him once more.
matsukawa tuts when you pull away. "princess, don't tease me if you don't want me to tease you, too."
you shrug coquettishly, your smile dripping with faux innocence. "it's only okay if i do it, baby."
his grin is nothing short of predatory. he all but pounces on you, grabbing you by the hips and shifting you back onto the bed so he can hover over you.
matsukawa disposes of your shirt so quickly you barely register it happening, and his mouth latches on to your chest instantly, big hands kneading at your breasts as his tongue swirls around your nipples, taking care to lave at them both and suck biting kisses into the swell of your chest. you whine in satisfaction, back arching instinctively to press more of your body into his needy touch, fingers raking through his soft curls only to encourage him.
one of his hands diverts and makes a path down to your stomach, until he's cupping your mons, grinning wickedly when he's reminded of how wet you still are.
matsukawa raises his head from your chest just enough to speak, his breath ghosting over your skin and raising goosebumps. "i'll take care of you, princess," he promises, voice strained. "i'll go slow, get you nice and ready for me."
you make to roll your eyes and tell him to get on with it, but then his fingers slide through your slit once more before slipping back in, with minimal resistance due to his previous work, and you have to bite back a moan instead.
it makes him chuckle, and he sits back on his haunches, gravity pushing you into his lap, thighs spread across his, opening you up to him completely. you can feel his dick brush against the inside of your thigh and can't help but shiver. his free hand glides along your skin appreciatively, squeezing at the supple flesh of your thigh, other fingers still massaging at your walls, scissoring in and out and stretching you wide for him.
matsukawa whistles quietly then, and you cut your eyes at him only to see him eyeing you hungrily and licking his lips. "shit," he murmurs low, dark, and fascinated. "you're gorgeous." he fixates on your pussy, how you suck his fingers in so sweetly, clenching around him as if you want, need something more. "look at you, so needy." and god, did he have exactly what you needed. "my fingers aren't enough for you, huh?" the tips of his fingers nudge into your sweet spot, making you gasp and instinctively grasp his wrist, and he only laughs lowly, doubling down and thumbing at your swollen clit, delighting when you squirm and whine at him.
"i'll give it to you, baby," he says, his voice so soft it almost sounds like he's thinking out loud rather than talking to you. his fingers part from you and he bends to kiss the center of your stomach in a strangely wholesome gesture, then pulls back to press your hips together, his shaft sliding enticingly through your slick, parting your folds. "i'll give you everything."
"o-oh, issei~ !" you keen at the new contact, walls clenching around nothing and what you want most nestled snugly between your legs, so close yet so far.
matsukawa presses himself against you, eyes practically sparkling with glee as he plays with you, as he watches your pretty pussy get even messier, coating his cock as he continues sliding it across you. the swollen head of it catches on your entrance, and he knows the whine you let out at that will be replaying in his head for weeks. he readjusts his grip on your thighs so he can direct your body better, firm though you're squirming so much he has to kiss you over and over in a futile attempt to soothe you (he doesn't think either of you care if it works, just too blissed out and caught up in each other and enjoying every second). when he moves his hips again, he makes sure to brush right against your clit with his cock, an easy feat with how thick he is, and groans into your mouth when your hand snakes between you to keep him there, your hips writhing beneath his, trapped between him and the mattress.
when you break away from his mouth to speak, dazed and pretty, a string of saliva connects you only for him to lick it up greedily. "i need you, issei, please," you nearly beg, thighs squeezing around his hips as if to punctuate yourself. it's music to his ears.
for as much as he seems to be falling apart at the seams, he still has the energy to tease you. "what do you need, princess?" he teases too at your fluttering hole, one large hand guiding his tip to nudge against it, just barely, only for him to shudder at how quickly and easily he can seem to sink into you.
still, he waits right there propped up on an elbow to look directly at you, chest to chest, your arms wrapped tightly across his back and legs spread wide against your bed.
you look like you're on the verge of cursing him out, but oh, he loves it, he loves you, loves that look you get when you're frustrated with him and now that he knows - frustrated but so in love it clouds your supposedly menacing gaze.
you raise one leg up to wrap loosely across his hip and pull him towards you, gasping when it shifts him just that tiny bit with the friction you so desperately need. "please, 'sei," you breathe, softer than anything, and who is he to deny you when you ask so nicely, with that stubborn yet lovestruck look in your pretty eyes?
"sorry to keep you waiting, princess." he says seriously, breathless and just as desperate, pressing his forehead to yours, noses touching together. he taps at your clit just to make you jolt, chuckling at your warning call of his name, before positioning the head of his cock at your entrance once more. "are you ready for me?"
you nod vigorously, managing to breathe out a frantic "yes, yes, god yes," just before his swollen tip sinks into you. your sharp gasp at the stretch makes him bury his face into your neck as he waits for you to grow accustomed to his girth, and he kisses and nips at your skin patiently.
you clutch him tight to you, muscles relaxing slowly with every touch of his lips on your skin, the soothing praise he whispers melting into you as your body molds to his.
"more," you plead after a moment, "more, issei- !"
matsukawa kisses his way up your jaw so he can watch your face again, brushing away hair that's stuck to your dampened forehead so he can see your eyes clearly. "i've got you, baby, you're taking me so well," he inches himself in with a hiss, your walls practically sucking him in, warm and wet and seemingly perfectly molded around his length. "anything you want, it's all yours." he shifts his hips away a bit just to push back in, and with one fluid stroke and a sharp moan escaping you, he's fully sheathed. he kisses across your open mouth, cradles your face with one hand and all the tenderness in the world cupped into his palm. "it's always been yours. i've always been yours."
his words aren't lost on you. staring intently into his eyes, your own start to well up with emotion, and he nudges his nose into yours with a quiet chuckle. you reach up to caress his cheek, heart swelling at the sincerity sparkling in his eyes, the warmth from him that seeps through your entire being and bubbling into pure, unadulterated happiness.
you tilt your head to capture his lips, indulge in his kisses until you're breathless.
when you part for air, it's you who laughs quietly, fingers stroking absently through the soft black curls of his hair. "we could've done this so much sooner," you lament, grinning when he graces you with another swift kiss before pulling back further.
matsukawa smiles, large palms gliding along your thighs and pressing into the plush playfully until he reaches the back of one of your knees and pushes it up against your chest. "trust me, princess," he says with a cocky gleam in his eye that makes you tingle, hips winding back simultaneously as he raises up minutely, "we've got all the time in the world to make up for it."
you're aware of how active he'd been before this, how your mutual friends seemed to speak about him as if he were some kind of sex god, though he'd never disclose any details - but you don't think anything could've prepared you for the depth of his prowess.
matsukawa starts slow and deep, hips rocking rhythmically and drawing back, the pressure and thickness of his cock seeming to reach every sensitive spot inside you. his eyes are glazed over with desire and the overwhelming pleasure you're giving him, but he's somehow still keen on your own pleasure, attuned to your every reaction, every satisfied little sound you make, every clench of your tight little cunt. he observes what you like, what seems to drive you most crazy, gasping and whining and writhing against him, and all but abuses them - nudging up against your sweet spot with the swollen head of his cock, grinding his pelvis intently into your puffy clit, licking at your throat, nipping at your chest.
you reward him with the most beautiful sounds, the sweetest pulls at the roots of his hair that make him fuck into you even harder, his hips moving on their own to drill you down into the mattress, pressed chest to chest with one arm hooked around the back of your knee to keep you opened up for him.
"oh my god, issei," you finally manage when he lets you breathe, panting against his cheek as he peppers kisses across your face all the while.
"feel good, princess?" his voice, smooth yet just the right kind of raspy, breathes right against your ear and makes you shudder pleasantly, arching further into him as his hips press back down. he pulls back a bit to admire you, how beautiful you look all dazed and fucked out, brows furrowed and mouth agape with how good he's making you feel, how you seem to instinctively reach back out for him every time he shifts away even the tiniest bit. at his prompting you nod furiously, seemingly lost for words.
he can't really blame you, because he chooses that moment to rub at your poor, sensitive clit with the rough pads of his fingers, relishing at how your back arches off the bed and you practically claw at his arms.
matsukawa's grin is sinister, teeth bared as he pauses, pulls his hips back a bit to sit back on his haunches and readjust you as if you weigh nothing, hands squeezing appreciatively at your flesh before he positions both your legs over his shoulders once more. "god, i'm gonna fucking ruin you," he bites out, placing a sweetly contradictory kiss to one of your thighs, "gonna mold this pretty pussy to the shape of my cock." he slides his fingers through your folds for emphasis, brushes up against where you're connected and groans at how wet you are, how his digits come away dripping so nicely. "like no one else can, princess." he doesn't miss the way your cunt clenches deliciously around him at his words.
he loves that you can still smirk stubbornly right back at him even in your position folded underneath him. "i'm gonna ruin you for anyone else, too, dummy," you say slyly, reaching up to pull him down to you by the nape of his neck, sighing dreamily when he indulges you with another breathtaking kiss.
he can't help but chuckle, knowing that it's more than true - you wrecked him long before he was even inside you and tasted heaven on your tongue and encased in the sweet velvet of your walls. and he's more than impressed with how eager you are for his mouth despite the awkward angle pushing your legs to your chest in a way he's sure can't be comfortable.
when his dick slides all the way back in to the hilt at this angle, you both gasp at how much deeper it seems, the head of his cock nudging right up against your cervix.
"ohh, fuck, pretty girl, i could die right now you're so fucking perfect," he breathes, like the air has been punched from his lungs, because you're swallowing him right up so perfectly, so snugly, and the base of his cock is rubbing right up against your clit and making you mewl nearly every time he thrusts in. his fingers weave between yours and pin them to the mattress, similarly to how his hips shove yours down into it, steady and unbelievably precise, and the room fills with the obnoxious noises of wet skin slapping against wet skin and the obscene squelch of your cunt sucking him in.
you giggle breathlessly, let go of one of his hands to clutch at the roots of his hair, tilting his head up from where his gaze had been locked on the mess between your bodies so he can look at you instead. "don't die before you make me cum again, issei."
matsukawa swears his heart palpitates at the cocky little smile on your face. you really are perfect - you look like a gorgeously lewd, perfect little angel, dazed and splayed out so delicately in his bed, tits bouncing with every purposeful thrust of his hips, your heavensent, divine pussy sucking him in so perfect, perfect, perfect. that word was made for you, he's so sure of it.
"of course not, angel," he simpers, licking his lips as his gaze rakes over your body. "how many can you take, hm?" one hand still laced with yours, he parts your lips around his dick with his free hand, grinning ruefully when you can only whine instead of answering his question.
he hadn't expected you to, anyway.
matsukawa continues to tease your body and relish in your sweet reactions, never breaking the brutal yet constant pace of his hips thrusting into you. he presses a heavy palm down on your lower stomach and groans from deep in his chest when you clench so nicely for him, whining at the new sensation. "you can feel me there, huh?" he hovers over you, your legs still hooked haphazardly across his shoulders, and kisses at your chest in approval. he marvels at how deep he truly is, carving his cock into you and building up your pleasure and his with every purposeful rock of his hips. he feels goosebumps rise on his skin at the primal, fleeting thought of fucking you full, fucking a baby into you, making you beg for it, needy and desperate. "i fucking love you, baby, taking me so fucking well." he isn't sure he's making much sense, but something comes over him with the sheer bliss he's feeling, and he can't stop talking - and you seem to absolutely love it, keening at every meaningless babble as if his voice is laced with the most addictive substance.
eventually he moves his hand down from your stomach to toy with your poor, puffy clit, smearing your combined juices all along the little bundle of nerves and rubbing vigorously. "cum all over my cock, princess, give it all to me," he all but growls, hips still moving as if on autopilot as he focuses all his attention on your pretty face, intent to watch you come undone.
your jaw locks and a silent scream escapes you as you tip over the edge once more, overwhelmed with pleasure as your orgasm crashes through your body, head to toe. when you have enough air to gasp into your hungry lungs, you can only breathe out a chorus of his name, clutching at his hair and the sheets beneath you, writhing against the mattress with every wave of pure bliss that rolls through you.
matsukawa fucks you through it, dutifully, eagerly. he nearly melts at the happily dreamy look on your face, the charming pinch of your brows and your mouth hanging agape just to chant his name and spur him on - and not to mention, the devastating flutter of your cunt around him, the pulse of your walls pushing out your wetness to coat his cock, the sweet glisten of the skin between your thighs and his shaft.
he's never been more in love. he can't help but think about how lucky he is to be the one making you lose yourself in the best way.
matsukawa stills his hips and kisses you down from your high, your tongues tangling and making a mess of your spit, but neither of you care, too lost in each other.
"keep going," you pant into his mouth, fingers raking through his hair and making him moan in satisfaction as the last few contractions of your orgasm wrack through him in turn. "wanna feel your cum inside me, issei."
matsukawa groans, low and guttural. you say and do the hottest things with such ease it should be illegal. "fuck," he grunts, "i did tell you i'd give you everything, didn't i?" he slips your legs down his shoulders carefully, but presses one to your chest with a large hand on the back of your knee. he repositions himself over you, makes sure you're secure and comfortable before he starts to move again.
this time, his pace is much faster, hyperfocused only on reaching his own peak.
your moans seem to get higher pitched the longer he pistons into the tight wet heat of your cunt, your legs shifting to close around him on instinct - he prevents you with that firm hold on the back of your knee, keeping you splayed open and vulnerable as he happily splits you apart on his cock.
matsukawa bites his lip in concentration, but low, satisfied sounds still escape him, too lost in the sweet vice of your pussy clamped around him to keep quiet.
when you reach up to tug at his hair again, with just the right amount of pressure, he thinks he loses his mind completely.
he only lasts a few valiant, sloppy thrusts, and then he's burying himself into you as deep as he can, his tall frame curling into you instinctively to get as close as possible, your name escaping from deep within his throat, low and lovely. with every sweet pulse of his thick cock he spills inside you, coating your fluttering walls in his seed until it leaks out between you, and you're gasping and shaking lightly at how positively full you feel, warm and more than content to be trapped in his embrace. his hips slow to a sensual grind that makes his pelvis nudge right into your clit, and before you know it, you're teetering excruciatingly slow towards another orgasm, shocked at how eager for it your tired body seems to be, squeezing around his cock - still hard despite how much he seemed to cum - and instinctively pressing closer to him.
matsukawa buries his face into the crook of your neck as he comes down, breathing heavy, arms wrapped tight around your waist. after a moment he turns you both on your side because he has half a mind not to crush you, and you giggle breathlessly, fingers soothing at his scalp. "fuuuuuck," he groans against your heated skin, drawn out on a long breath. "you're insane." he chuckles to himself, all too pleased.
you scoff, shifting so you can face him. you're so close you can see how much his pupils have dilated, the black nearly swallowing the entirety of his irises, and you wonder vaguely if yours are the same, if the emotion bursting from your slightly heaving chest is any indication. "says the one who's still hard." you clench around him for emphasis and he grunts as his cock twitches inside you, a large hand smacking lightly at your ass in admonishment.
"don't start something you can't finish, princess." that crooked grin is back, that addictingly smooth lilt of his voice.
instantly you're more energized, spurred on by his challenging tone, absolutely insatiable, and you mirror his smirk. "who says i can't finish?" you pull away from him, whining a little at the loss of his heat and the dull pressure of his cock plugging your releases. it leaks slowly out of you and along your still-wet inner thighs, but in another instant matsukawa's thick fingers are there, smearing it into your folds and making more of a mess of you.
you push his probing hand away so you can roll on top of him, and his grin widens when he figures out what you're doing and lays back comfortably with an arm tucked behind his head, those half-lidded eyes watchful, anticipating.
you don't miss the delicious flex of his bicep, the way that position emphasizes his arms and broad chest.
you lean in just to kiss him as you straddle his hips, his free hand squeezing at your thigh and gliding up your body to rest at the curve of your waist, his thumb soothing at your skin. you line him up to your entrance once more, and with your pleased little gasp, he slides in with hardly any resistance to speak of.
"that's it, beautiful," matsukawa rumbles, and with your hands braced on his chest you can feel his deep voice vibrate through you, and it makes you shiver. "you're so pretty like this." he says it softly, reverently, and your back arches a little bit more as if on instinct, preening with his praise.
you grin, sinking down all the way and humming in satisfaction along with him. you circle your hips, leaning down to kiss him, one hand on his chest and the other on the side of his face, caressing his cheek as he lets your tongue delve into his mouth, content to let you take the lead.
if he were honest, he'd let you do anything you wanted to him.
and he can't wait to explore that with you.
you lick up the line of spit that connects you when you pull back, raising your hips simultaneously and gasping against his cheek when you shift back down. his cock throbs deep inside you, every ridge and vein massaging at your walls so nicely every time you move, slow and purposeful.
"fuck, 'sei," you whine as you ride him with abandon, chasing the friction, the pure, liquid pleasure he's giving you, all but bouncing in his lap - to his clear delight. his eyes shine with mirth, darting across your every feature and leaving none without his attention. matsukawa groans in response, no longer lax and content to just admire you as you work yourself over him, sitting up to toy with your body, his hands now occupied with your breasts. he squeezes them together, pinching and licking at your nipples just to make you whimper and clutch at his wrists, back arching to push more of your flesh into his eager mouth.
matsukawa kisses his way up from your chest, where he's left his own pretty roses scattered across your skin, and starts sucking on your throat. you gasp when you feel his teeth glide across your pulse, shuddering and tugging on the hair at the back of his head. he chuckles against your jaw, big hands digging into the supple flesh of your ass to aid your movements.
"issei, i'm-" he interrupts you with a lick to your bottom lip, laughing softly at how quickly you respond, head tilting to follow his mouth when he pulls away.
"what is it, baby?" he asks, though he knows, can feel it in the way you clench around his dick, the tension pulling your muscles taut and making your pace stutter.
"'m close," you manage between kisses when he realizes he can't stay away from your mouth, either, and gives you what you want. "gonna cum, make me cum, issei please, i need to- oh-!"
matsukawa interrupts you again, this time by planting his feet on the mattress and thrusting up into you. he grips your thighs and slams you down onto his cock simultaneously, and your hair flies when you throw your head back with a deeply satisfied, high pitched moan. his grin is feral - he's addicted to the way you fall apart just for him, losing yourself again on his cock, tits bouncing with each brutal thrust he rewards you with for your pretty, shaky moans.
your fingers paw sloppily at your clit as you tumble over the edge once more, and he does his best to prolong your orgasm, but he only lasts a few messy thrusts himself before giving in and pumping you full again, unable to resist the tantalizing flutter of your walls around him.
matsukawa shoves his pulsing dick inside you as deep as he can and stills, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you tight to him, unconcerned that you're both sweaty and trembling and have a mess slowly spreading between you, both of you coming apart in your bliss yet coming together in the middle, tethering each other in your embrace. you hold him just as firmly, fingers dug into his soft curls, chest pressed to his and swooning all over again when you feel his heartbeat against your own, rattling around erratically in your ribcage as you come down from your devastating high, struggling to catch your breath.
soon enough, laughter bubbles up in his chest, shaking you both lightly. you giggle along with him, pinching playfully at his arm when he kisses your cheek and tells you, low and breathless, "i swear you're trying to kill me, princess."
"we should probably clean up," you suggest, laying your head on his shoulder and admittedly making no other move to do so.
"yeah, just..." matsukawa just stares at you for a long moment, a tender little half-smile adorning his lips, so small yet so bright - it lights up his whole face, makes his eyes sparkle and his skin glow, and you don't think he's ever looked more handsome. your heart does somersaults. "give me a second." his hand comes up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek, tracing the seam of your lips and making you smile against the pad of it. almost as if on instinct you kiss at his thumb, and his grin widens, because he thinks he sees everything he's ever wanted in your eyes.
you sigh dramatically when you feel more of your combined juices leak out of you and you suddenly feel unbearably sticky. "come on, issei, you can make googly eyes at me in the bath," you gripe, and peck at his lips before disentangling your sore limbs from his and moving to sit up.
matsukawa just laughs and does his best to help you out, because he can't argue.
but just because you ruined that tender moment prematurely, he thinks he'll do more than that in the bath.
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zorosprincess · 7 months
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I Want You
Pairing: Bodyguard!Matsukawa Issei x Reader
Word Count: ~2.7k
Genre: Angst, Smut
CW: making out, female masturbation, thigh humping, use of alcohol, dubcon (to be safe), i need mental help
Part Seven of I Would-With No Question-Protect You With My Life
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Ever since the first night that you ended up with your head in Matsukawa’s lap, you wish you could say that the tension eased between the two of you. But you would be lying. It seemed like tensions between you and your bodyguard turned roommate only grew the longer you lived together. At first it was like you were tiptoeing around each other in circles. Desperately trying to avoid the amount of need you felt for each other.
And then you decided that was boring. Not exciting enough, adventurous enough, not pushing enough limits. And pushing limits is what you did best. Deciding finally that having Matsukawa just once would be enough to soothe the ever-present itch for him, you decided how far you could push his limits. You wanted him and you always got what you wanted.
Pushing your limits for now was mild. Outfits around the house that showed the most skin, walking around in just your towel when you knew he’d see. Just small things that set the boy’s cheeks aflame although he did a good job of hiding it.
Tonight was no different. Pressing your limits and seeing what you could get away with. You were in the back of Matsukawa’s car, he’d refused to let you sit in the front seat lately, keeping you far from him. It didn’t stop you, however, from leaning forward to bother him. Both your elbows propped on the center console, head tilted to watch him drive, concentration on the road as he tried his best to ignore your attempted distractions.
You couldn’t help yourself really, eyes taking him in, one hand relaxed on the wheel, clinging into it, veins visible along his hands and arms, muscles tightening as he kept his eyes on the pavement ahead. You could see his teeth clenched under the skin on his jaw, slight stubble decorating it. All you could think about was running your soft lips across it. He looked so serious and you wanted to see him undone. The alcohol running through your veins gave you the confidence to do what you did next.
You waited until he stopped at the next red, until he turned to tell you to sit properly again. The second he turned he was greeted with the sight of you crawling out of the backseat over the center console. You were giggling, fumbling as you went. He was too in shock to stop you. Eyes dragging across how the tops of your breasts spilled out of your top as you swung one leg over him, settling yourself in his lap, between him and the steering wheel. You leaned slightly towards the door so he had proper space to see past you.
“This is dangerous. Get off.” He leaned back away from you, eyes aimed at the ceiling to try to ignore you as you leaned down, lips pressing to the base of his neck. You could smell the alcohol still on his collar. You knew he was intoxicated too, not as much as you though, sober enough to be driving. Though he could swear that just your presence made him act more drunk than any alcohol ever had.
You noticed his face light up green as the light changed but he didn’t move. His hands refusing to touch you as he waited for you to get off his lap, keeping the car still so you could do it safely. “Light is green Mattsun.” You mumbled into his collar, fingers running down the buttons of his shirt in curiosity. He made no move. Not until a car pulled up behind him, horn blaring.
He groaned in irritation, both hands coming to the wheel, keeping you caged between them as he pressed on the gas. “Don’t fucking move.” You whined a little, hips grinding accidentally as you took in the growling deepness of his voice in your ear matched with how his large arms trapped you there. You heard his breath hitch when your hips ground down and you couldn’t help but smile, aiming to repeat the action. “Don’t do that.” All you could do was giggle and push his limit by doing it again. “This is too dangerous, we could crash.” He lectured, irritation lacing his voice. “You could get hurt.”
“You worry too much, Mattsun.” You giggled, words slurring slightly as your hazy eyes traveled with your fingers to his collar, your hips continuing to grind down. “You’ll keep me safe, right?” You leant to whisper, lips grazing his ear before kissing under it. It’s almost too easy for you to tuck your hands between your bodies, untucking his shirt and sliding your hands under it.
“Wh-what are you doing!” It’s almost a shout, louder than he meant, his words cracking as his grip on the wheel tightens. You can’t help but giggle a little bit at it, nails scraping against his skin as you take in his shaky breaths.
“You say you won’t touch me.” You mutter, hands sliding up his chest, bringing his shirt with it. You swear you can feel his skin heat under your touch. “Does that mean I can’t touch you?” Your teeth graze across his neck as you grind further against him, feeling him harden under you. “Please Mattsun, I want you.”
He hates this about as much as he loves it. He’s dying to touch you, feeling more drunk the longer you’re in his lap. He’s regretting his decision to drive as he tries to ignore you, to focus on the road. But the only thing he can seem to think about is how bad his hands are itching. Itching to just latch onto your hips, to pull you down harder you he can feel the warmth of your core on his cock. He wants to make you able to feel him better. But he knows better. Or he should. He feels like his jaw might lock into place if he clenches it any harder, trying to ignore you and your movements. Praying for a red light, but all he seems to hit is green.
“You know that I want to.” He mutters, lips barely moving, and if you weren’t in your lap, you’re not sure you would’ve heard it. “But we both know I can’t have you.”
You huff, air against his neck that leaves raised bumps in its wake. “Touching me isn’t having me, Mattsun.”
“I know.” His teeth only seem to clench harder and you tilt your head in confusion, trying to figure out why the words seem to hold an air of anger to them. Something your hazy brain can’t comprehend, and you don’t care to try at the moment.
He lucks out, the next light turning red just as he nears it. He’s quick about it too. Hands on your waist in a second, jerking you out of his lap, ignoring your squeak of protest as he drops you into the passenger seat. “Keep your hands to yourself while I’m driving.” It’s an order and not one you’re fond of.
You’re huffing in annoyance, pouting and crossing your arms, slumped in your seat when the light turns green and he takes off again. He thinks it’s over then, that he got through the worst of your antics. That only lasts about a minute, only a minute of him relaxing until his jaw clenches again as he hears it.
A soft moan leaves your lips as he hears you adjust in your seat. He refuses to even glance over. “What. Are. You. Doing.” He growled the words out, one hand tightening on the wheel and the other falling to his thigh, digging the tips of his fingers into his own flesh, using all his willpower to keep his eyes forward.
Your head fell back against his bicep then, causing his eyes to flit to you for a split second before he snapped them back forward, groaning at the sight he got. You’d hiked up your dress to your upper thighs, one hand buried in between them as you leaned against him, eyes shut and lips parted. “Keeping my hands to myself.” Your voice sounded all the amount of amused that you were with yourself, following his rules in your own way.
“Y/n,” he warned, not looking at you, “y/n stop.” Another soft moan came from your lips and he could hear a soft wet noise coming from where your hand was. He was desperate now, trying to keep his eyes on the road when all he wanted was to watch, or to be the one touching you, things he wasn’t supposed to do but wanted to anyways. “Y/n, fucking stop.”
You can’t help but notice the speed of the car pick up as he tries to get home faster, to get out of the confined space with you so he can lock himself in his room and breathe. Or to be able to slam you against the wall of your shared apartment and- he shook his head like it would shake out the thought and opened his mouth to tell you to stop again. His lips barely open when he felt your nails, your fingertips, wet and brushing against his lips. He can’t help the way his tongue licks against his lips, barely getting a taste of you, only leaving him wanting more.
He swears he’s going to leave bruises on his thigh from how hard he’s gripping it to try and keep himself from touching you. He was so focused on trying to ignore you that he missed when you reached for him until your fingers were wrapped around his wrist and dragging it towards you.
The shock of the movement proved to break his concentration on the road for a second as his eyes flicked over to you as you guided his hand to your mouth. Your tongue pressed against two of his fingers and he groaned, losing his composure in the slightest, gripping your jaw suddenly and pressing those two fingers flat against your tongue. “Keep going then, and I better feel you moan around my fingers like the little minx you’re being.”
The words sent a rush straight to your core, wetting your fingers more as you pressed two of them back into you. The command in his voice, filling out the multitude of fantasies you’d had of him. You wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking gently and making soft noises around them, watery eyes looking up at him, his face upside down in your view as he continued on with his refusal to look at you.
You whined in complaint as he refused to look at you, complaints sitting in the back of your throat as you tried to imagine your own fingers as his. And he’s never been so upset with himself for letting you choose which bar you’d gone to that night. One too far from your place. He’s cursing the drive as your hand, the one not between your own thighs, tries to drag his hand lower.
He allows you slight leeway, but no lower than your chest. Fingers grazing over the fabric as you whine and arch into his touch. He can feel his mind getting hazier, less and less of his focus on the road as he takes note of how small you feel in his hand. You adjust yourself, taking your hand from between your legs, no longer concerned with touching yourself as you turn towards him but stay in your seat.
His hand is off your chest in a heartbeat when he feels your fingers dance onto his lap. “Don’t.” He growled, fingers gripping onto your jaw again.
He doesn’t look at you so he misses the pleading look on your face as you beg him. “Please Mattsun, just say yes, touch me.” And it takes all of his willpower to not just pull the car over to the side of the road and take you right there in the front seat.
He’s blessed with the opening for your apartment’s parking lot before he has to answer you. You barely register him ripping your hands off of his body as he gets out of the car. It feels like your melting when he yanks your door open and drags you out of the car. A blur as your back hits against the car, his hand cupping the side of your neck and bottom of your jaw as his lips crash into yours. You can’t help but whine as his teeth sink into your lower lip, a low groan coming from his throat as his other hand drags your waist closer to his body.
You can’t seem to remember how exactly your legs wound up wrapped around his waist or his hands got onto the back of your thighs as he carried you up to your shared apartment. But you remember the feeling of your back slamming against the front door as he’s struggling to get his keys out of his pocket and unlock the door.
Matsukawa can’t seem to focus, having touched you, tasted you. All he can think of is how much he just wants more. He’s too distracted by the feel of you pressed between him and the door that he has to put you down and pull away. You can feel yourself whine as you stay latched to his arm, kissing across his shoulders as he fumbles to unlock the door. He turns back to you once the door is open but you’re already pushing against his shoulder, catching him off guard.
He stumbles backwards, his back against the wall now. His arm reaches above you to slam the door shut and your hands are already pawing at the buttons and listening as some hit the floor and scatter, promises of buying him another one on your lips, muffled by his own. He’s quick to pick you up again, carrying you to the couch.
You can feel his lips against your neck as you hit the couch, his thigh pressing between yours. He can’t seem to pull his lips off your skin as his hands grip your hips tightly, helping you lift your hips up and down as you helplessly hump his thigh, wishing he’d just touch you, skin to skin.
“Mattsun.” His name falls as a whine from your lips, a plea for him to touch you more, to do more than guide your hips along his thigh. “I thought you wanted me.” You ignore the soft growl that originates from his lips and rumbles across the skin of your throat as you continue to taunt him. “This is how you want someone, Mattsun.” You’re quick in your movements, again catching him off guard. A smooth motion of ripping his shirt open the rest of the way and pulling his lips off your skin. It’s easy for you to slink your body lower, more into a laying position as you press open mouthed kisses to his bare chest, snipping at the skin as his hands loosen just enough to glide up your sides and drag your dress with them.
Your breath is ragged when you come back up, face to face with him again. “I want you Mattsun.” Your lips press to his again, another open-mouthed kiss that sent fire along both of your skin. But your words ring in his ears.
Matsukawa is suddenly brought back, crashing back into reality as he tastes the alcohol on your tongue again. You want him. You said it. He heard it. But you were drunk. He hates himself, then. Because he wants you. God does he fucking want you. And he wants you to want him. You just said everything he wanted. Except you were drunk and he wasn’t the most sober either. And he wanted you to want him confidently, soberly, without the haze or the courage that came from filling your body with alcohol first.
He’s out of your reach before you can register it, disappearing back into his room and leaving you on the couch. The slam and sound of his lock turning echo through the empty apartment and you’re left alone. Lost and confused about what had just happened, wondering if you’d imagined that he’s wanted you as badly as you’d wanted him.
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aftersamu · 1 year
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LABYRINTH PAIRING: suna rintarou x gn!reader ( + issei matsukawa) GENRE: angst PART ONE: WE DIDN'T EVEN DATE
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it's been three months since you last saw suna, your best friend. you two haven't spoken, texted, and for the slim chance you catch him in public – you turn the other way.
you never got back to him on his offer, the one and only time he tried to reach out. you couldn't face him, or your feelings.
but as bad as it sounds, things have been okay.
it's a new chapter, one without suna, and surprisingly, one that you're happy to be living. sometimes the grey aura that dims the world and vision of your eyes appears at the memory and photo's of him. though, over the last few weeks, the grey disappears.
because of him.
he who swooped in like prince charming. the boy who let you cry in his arms and never expected anything in return. the boy who waited days, months, years for you.
the boy who slowly bandaged up your heart, held your hand, and listened to you as a friend. the boy that teased you, made you cry of laughter, and blew away that grey cloud.
you're happy.
happy with a boy that throws flour in your face, burns your eggs, and infuriates you. happy with a boy that lets you steal the covers, always pays for you, always makes you smile and feel seen.
things are good. he's good.
"hey."
the voice stops you in your tracks, your hand freezing in front of the packet of chips. you slowly shift your gaze, meeting those familiar green eyes that you haven't seen in three months.
"hi," you choke out.
"where have you been?" suna asks, "haven't heard from you in a while."
"uh, yeah, i've been busy lately."
"i've missed having you around," he says, "no one to beat at mario cart." he jokes, trying to reduce the tension.
"oh." you nod, glancing around the aisle hoping that he will magically appear around the corner and save you from this metaphorical hell. it sucks. the feeling of being here with him as a wave of nostalgia crashes over you, pushing you to run back to him.
"how come you, uh, never called?"
"i didn't think i needed to," you say. "and i needed some space, sometimes to think."
"so... what did you think about?" he asks, standing in front of you with his hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie. "please be honest with me."
"i thought about how i'm going to spend my whole life loving you, even if you'll never love me back." you say, fighting back the lump in your throat, "and i thought about how i'd curse you for the longest time, and haunt my mind about everything that we could've been."
it's embarrassing and dramatic, to dump all of this on him now. but there's a voice in your mind saying that this is the last time you're ever going to see him.
"i thought that maybe i could call you and change everything, that we could go back to normal."
"do you still think that?" he mumbles.
"no. not really," you sigh. "i managed to get over it."
"there you are!" matsukawa smiles, strolling over with a basket in hand filled with junk food for your movie night. "okay, so get this i found sour patch kids! last one!"
if he had noticed suna standing there, he pretended he didn't. but the second you saw him, suna noticed that glimmer in your eyes, the growing grin on lips, and the way you relaxed around him.
you're falling in love.
in love with someone that's not him.
and you got over suna fast.
it says a lot about how right a person is treating you, doesn't it?
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koushuwu · 2 years
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Did You Hear That?
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minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.
pairing: Matsukawa Issei x reader (x Iwaizumi Hajime)
summary: Matsukawa is just the kind of person to accept a call during sex. and turns out, maybe both you and best friend Iwaizumi kinda likes it.
warnings/tags: AFAB!reader, established relationship, kind of voyeurism, kind of exhibitionism, v/ V/ soft dom tendencies, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, kind of phone sex (if you can even call it that).
word count: 1k
A/N: For some reason this appeared in my head at work, and I just had to write it. I literally just finished it and i’m straight on to posting. you’re welcome.
read part 2 here.
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His phone buzzed on the bed beside you. With half a mind, you glance at the screen as it lights up in your face to see the caller-id reading “Iwaizumi”. It wasn’t new that he’d be calling Matsukawa at any time of day. But yet, your muscles tensed when you saw Matsukawa’s hand reaching for the phone.
“Issei–” Your voice came out strained and your own hands fisted in the sheets underneath you. Matsukawa simply laughed that low rumbling laugh as he picked the phone from the bed, the other hand still firmly holding your hips in place. “Please–”
“Hey,” Matsukawa cut you off, as he spoke into the phone. Angling his hips, a deep thrust into your cunt had you biting down hard to keep the moan in your throat from slipping past your lips. “What’s up?”
Matsukawa moved his hand to your ass, squeezing the fat of your cheeks. Rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, he slowly pumped his thick cock into you. In the dim light, you saw your knuckles turning white against the fabric, as you tried to steady yourself. Brace yourself against his pelvis, repeatedly rocking against you.
“I don’t think so, why?” Had you been at your senses full might, you probably would’ve wondered how he managed to sound so composed. His labored breathing suddenly steady as he spoke to one of your shared best friends. Maybe it did cross your mind. Gritting your teeth, you turned your head and looked at him. The bastard even had the nerve to smirk at you, when your eyes locked. As if testing how far he could go, Matsukawa snaked his hand around your thighs, fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth slacked and you didn’t manage to catch the gasp that tore through you. Matsukawa’s smirk grew even wider as he spoke into the phone, managing to sound only a tiny bit smug as he did so.
“Yeah, I think we could do tha–'' clenching down hard around his cock, you cut him off as he had to fight a groan that battled furiously to escape the prison of his throat. Leveling a glare at you, you smiled your most innocent smile. But maybe you shouldn’t have. Matsukawa swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you down against the bed, pounding into you at full force, and for a moment you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying that Iwaizumi would hear the wet slaps of Matsukawa’s balls against your pussy through the phone. But then you didn’t, when Matsukawa spoke again.
“No she’s right here, why don’t you ask her yourself?” He said and your eyes widened. “A’right, hang on. I’ll put you on speaker.” A moment later, Matsukawa’s phone landed on the bed next to your head, as his pace let up, only just enough for you to be able to speak. Matsukawa pulled your head to the side enough for you to face him as he pointedly nodded at the phone. You swallowed hard as your eyes threatened to roll back.
“H-hello?” you managed.
“Hey,” Iwaizumi’s voice came through the speakers. “I was just asking Mattsun, if you guys had any plans next saturday,” he explained.
“Mhm–”
“Makki and I were going to see Oikawa’s game. You wanna come?” Your mind was spinning and you found yourself nodding under Matsukawa’s hold. His free hand pinched at your asscheek and you almost yelped out at the sudden stinging sensations. Then you managed to look at him and saw that same pointed look on his face. You’d forgotten to actually reply.
“Yeah,” you managed to breathe out against the linen pressed to your cheek. “I’d– I’d like that.”
“Cool.” You hoped that that would be it, but then Matsukawa’s finger found your clit again. “Call me when you’re done fucking so we can plan it, okay?” Matsukawa rubbed circular motions.
“Nah man, let’s just get it settled,” Matsukawa suggested, shaking you to your core with the soft rumble of his voice and the following laugh. A soft moan tumbled over your lips before you had the chance to stop it, which had your face burning even hotter than before, as Matsukawa rewarded you with a particularly harsh flick of your clit.
“You guys might be into this shit, but i’m not, so let’s just–”
“You’re not?” Matsukawa cut Iwaizumi off, challenge evident in his words.
“No.”
“Really? Because I heard the way your words just cracked at the end there,” Matsukawa pressed, cock still spearing you open over and over and again. “I heard the way it trembled.”
“Piss off,” Iwaizumi mumbled, and you couldn’t help the mewl that passed through the mic of the phone at the tone of his voice. At the thought of him enjoying listening in.
“Oh,” Matsukawa’s smirk was so loud it could literally be heard in his voice. “Did you hear that? She liked that. Do you want to hear her cum?”
“Issei–” your own voice cracked. You felt a familiar heat starting to build up in your insides.
“Mattsun,” Iwaizumi warned, but he still didn’t deny further, that he might actually be into this. He on his end knew that he should’ve hung up long ago. He’d known the moment Matsukawa picked up and he should have said he’d call back later. But he hadn’t.
“That a no?” Matsukawa asked. “Pity, she seems to be really close, aren’t you baby?” He said, directing the last words at you. Nodding your head in reply had Matsukawa pulling your head back harshly. “Use your words. Tell ‘im.”
“Y-Yes,” you whined. “I’m close.”
“Good girl,” Matsukawa cooed, but didn’t get to say anymore before you braved yourself and spoke again.
“Please– Hajime–” the sound of Iwaizumi inhaling sharply came through the speakers. “Want you to hear me cum.” You never would have thought yourself into this, but now that you were in the situation, your head was spinning and the coil in the pit of your stomach wound harder than it ever had before.
“O-okay–” He was breathless through the phone when he agreed.
“Can I– Please–”
“It’s alright.” Matsukawa picked his pace up just a little, and the moans kept spilling over your lips. “Tell her she can cum,” he instructed at the phone.
“Can I?” you whined breathlessly.
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi swallowed audibly around the lump in his throat. “You can cum.” 
And it snapped. It snapped in a blaze that had you seeing stars.
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hypn0sh · 2 years
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**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*
random bf texts (pt.2)
ft. suna, matsukawa, nishinoya, bokuto, and tendou
cw: suna’s gets kinda nsfw
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*
suna:
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matsukawa:
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nishinoya:
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bokuto:
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tendou:
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**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙ ·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ ˚*
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cnnmairoll · 9 months
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Chibi Haikyuu Doodles ! (Aoba Johsai! Edition)
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wonderoustime · 7 months
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him: two bros
you: chilling in a hot tub
him and you, in unison: zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!
oikawa, bokuto, matsukawa, kuroo, tendo, suga
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demxnscous · 1 year
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THE SMELL OF PEROXIDE
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◈ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: tattoo artist + piercer matsukawa x gn!reader
◈ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: best-friend matsukawa + roommates, implied mutual pining (not stated outright), mentions of matsukawa's previous hook-ups & brief sexual implications, he enjoys spoiling you, he's also a bit of a tease but that's because he's in love with you, MINORS DNI
◈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k
◈ 𝐚/𝐧: another draft I've had sitting around with the intention of turning it into a fic but I thought y'all would enjoy the drabble version rather than me hoarding it away
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He liked the pain, he would tell you; he liked how it hurt. And Matsukawa would smile at you, a lazed pull of his mouth.
You remember the first needle he took to the lobes of his ears. You had been in his bedroom, Hanamaki beside you.
“Your mom’s not gonna be happy,” you said, regarding Matsukawa as he pressed a cotton ball to the lip of a brown peroxide bottle.
“Neither is Coach,” Hanamaki drawled. “You know the rules about piercings on the court.” 
You were in your second year of high school then, young and tired. 
Matsukawa placed the needle to flesh and threaded it through. He winced as blood welled from the puncture. Hanamaki fell pale, turning his head to the side as he near heaved. Your brow lowered then, a weary frown to your lips.
“Oh, god,” groaned Hanamaki. “That’s so fucking gross.”  He moved to lean his forehead to your shoulder, tucking it toward you like a disturbed child.
Blood dribbled onto Matsukawa’s fingers as he set the small piercing with a metal stud. He caught your stare in the dresser mirror.
“You think you can help me with the other one?” he laughed gently, as if amused, but his hands were trembling when you walked to him. The sewing needle was small, thin as a hair’s breadth when he slid it along the wet cotton ball and offered it to you. “Come on,” he jested at your reluctance, “scared to hurt me?”
Your mouth thinned softly before you took the needle between the pads of your fingers.
“Right here,” said Matsukawa, tapping at the penned dot on his lobe. 
You held the lower part of his ear with a hand, your other poising the needle. “Do you want me to count down?” you asked.
He watched you in the mirror, but you hadn’t seen this. “No,” he breathed.
—Five Years Later—
A girl was by his arm. She brought her touch to his wrist, his elbow. Matsukawa sighed, rising from the couch; she groaned.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, watching her head loll, “I don’t do that anymore.” Her body began to tilt and Matsukawa righted her. He set an old blanket, overlaid on the back of the couch, in her lap.
Her chin lifted then, hands grasping and twisting into the collar of his shirt. He stumbled, amended the fall as he caught the top of the couch, and she pressed her cheek to his, much too drunk to steady her own head as she spoke against him, “Everyone says you’re a good fuck.”
He frowned, but the girl set her teeth to the lobe of his ear and nipped with tease. Matsukawa reeled backward; she laughed brokenly when he grimaced.
“Yeah,” he swiped his thumb beneath the tip of his nose, “I don’t do that shit anymore. Find someone else to sleep with.”
The house-party had long dwindled, its only remnants the waste and the wasted. He should have left already, thought Matsukawa. 
“You know what else they say about you?” It was a rhetorical question, evident in how she closed her eyes and let her head bow back. “That you fuck like an animal—that you’re so mean.”
He hummed, a sound of impatience. Matsukawa made to leave when she continued, louder.
“You can be mean to me, Issei. I promise I can take it.” She was fussing with the hem of her dress when he looked over a shoulder to the girl.
“Don’t call me that,” he said, impassive, and slated for the door.
You were asleep when Matsukawa returned to your shared apartment. He was ever quiet, not wanting to wake you. He smiled softly when he found a container of food for him in the refrigerator, his name on a yellow post-it.
“Issei?”
Startling at the sound of your voice, he eased just as simply. You stood at the edge of the kitchen, hair tousled and your stare half-lidded.
“Morning,” he said softly, the corner of his lip pulling upward.
You blinked and rubbed an eye. The clock in the living room stated it was in the third hour. “How was the party?” you asked, leaning against the counter as you yawned.
Matsukawa shrugged flippantly, placing the plastic container in the microwave. He kept the post-it in his pocket. “It was alright,” he said. “Did I wake you up?”
And you shook your head, propping yourself up to sit on the laminate countertop. “Couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled, tugging at the jacket you had pulled on to be closer to your body. It was so cold in the kitchen, in the entirety of the apartment.
“Bad dreams?” he cooed, removing the food and setting it on the stove.
“Yeah, something like that.”
He began to eat as he said, “Don’t you have class in the morning?”
You breathed out a laugh. “Don’t you have work?”
And Matsukawa inclined his head as if to say, ‘Fair enough.’
You had both reached twenty-one years of age, had both chosen to remain near home. Though, where you continued with university, Matsukawa resigned after his first year.
“I’m not good at it,” he had told you when you asked him. “I don’t even think I want to do it.” And you were understanding, you were supportive. Through the duration of the following summer break, Matsukawa searched in trade jobs, opening jobs—any business willing to give an eighteen-year-old boy with a modest résumé the time of day. 
At which he had not expected a tattoo and piercing parlor to return his call.
“How many appointments do you have tomorrow?” you asked.
Matsukawa sucked on his teeth. “Seven, I think. All piercings.” He smiled then, “Why? You wanna come in and get something done?”
You granted a pointed stare toward him. “No.”
“It’ll be on the house,” he said and lifted his thick brows. “Besides, you know I love it when you come to visit.” Matsukawa finished his food and placed the tupperware and utensils in the dishwasher. “Makes me feel so special.” And he truly did enjoy your company on days that were slow. He cherished it more than he would admit.
You hummed noncommittally, a habit you found yourself falling into when you initially moved in with Matsukawa a year prior. 
“Do you have any classes around lunch?” He was tidying the kitchen now.
“No—”
“Great, my lunch break is at twelve. I can get something for the both of us.” He was ushering you back to your bedroom, a large and warm hand at your back as you tiredly let him.
“Fine,” you amended, “but at least let me pay you back. You make me feel like some kind of freeloader whenever you buy my food.”
He laughed, a short scoffing of one. “You’ll get over it.” And Matsukawa watched as you exhaled greatly, that frown on your pretty mouth, before bidding him goodnight.
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You had been worried; he could tell.
Matsukawa moved his leg, then shifted once more. He was uncomfortable. It was much too quiet in the apartment. An hour had flitted by since he settled in beneath his sheets, yet he remained awake. He sighed heavily in frustration against his pillow. 
For the nights he found himself in unfamiliar homes with loud music, strangers who insisted on behaving as friends, Matsukawa often indulged himself with the inebriation, though tonight he refrained. There was a time he let himself slake that need with other women as well; he greatly regreted doing so. He never brought them to the apartment, never spoke their names again outside of their bedrooms. He did not want you to know of those habits.
Matsukawa thought again of that woman on the couch, pulling and grabbing him, her nudging words. He sat himself against the headboard, his palms rubbing at his face before moving down to rest across his mouth.
“Fuck.”
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It was a cloud-ridden morning, and Matsukawa rose from bed to amble toward the kitchen.
“Hey,” you said, a ceramic mug of coffee settled in front of you and a book in your hands. “You look terrible.”
Matsukawa snorted and deftly grabbed your book. You lifted your hands in confusion, a partial mild annoyance.
“What’re you reading?” he asked, bringing the white pages closer as he narrowed his eyes at the print in thought. “Looks boring.”
You removed yourself from the kitchen table, taking your novel from him, “Good to know, Issei.”
And there it was: his name, spoken by you.
He remembered when he only connotated it with idle addressment, a name utilized in conversation to ask for his attention. But Matsukawa was older now, desperate to hear his name from you when he could. He doesn’t wholly understand his fascination with it; he believed it to be an intimate exchange, of sorts.
 Matsukawa hummed, pouring a cup of the dark coffee for himself. “You still wanna do lunch?”
He watched you nod from the table where you had sat yourself again, “Yeah, what are we getting?”
“I’ll figure something out.”
And then you soon left for classes, and Matsukawa told you goodbye in a pitch of tone he uses to mock. Shortly afterwards, he left as well.
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The afternoon did not give way to the bright sun; you pulled your coat taut, breath materializing like opaque dust in the winter cold.
Between a coffee shop and an empty clothing boutique was the tattoo parlor; it might have been refurbished five years ago, perhaps ten, but the building was old, painted in dark colors and built with dark brick. It was the odd neighbor on this quaint street.
You laughed shortly, quietly. “How fitting,” you thought.
Matsukawa, who dressed himself in deep tones and deeper tattoos. He was the young man that parents warned their daughters away from; he was the neighbor that tenants watched aptly, but disregarded him if approached. He was, also, your closest friend.
And though he had not always had the tattoos and piercings, you could not help but pleasantly think, ‘How very fitting,’ when Matsukawa would return home and show you the new needled lines or shined stud with a broad smile that pressed at his dimples. 
Truly, he enjoyed the autonomy of it, the artistry. 
The tattoo parlor was warm inside, and you were greeted by Domen who held the front of the parlor.
“Here for Mattsun?” he asked, placing his forearms against the counter, a kindness to his features.
You nodded, returning Domen’s expression. “Yeah, is he almost done with his appointments?”
Domen leaned back, looking behind him, likely toward Matsukawa’s working area. “He just wrapped up with a client five minutes ago. I’m guessing he’s still cleaning up.” He faced you now, “He’s in room three down the hall; you’re more than welcome to wait here or go see what he’s up to.”
“I’ll go bother him to hurry up,” you smiled, lifting your brows in exasperation.
You moved to walk past Domen and through the parlor, to the back of the house where privatized rooms were offered for clients receiving modifications in personal areas of the body. You knocked on the door with a plaque labeled ‘three’ beside it. There was a brief moment of pause, then, “Come in,” called Matsukawa, and you opened the door.
Inside, he had his back to you, the movements of his arms on the table before him relayed through the shifting muscle of his shoulders, around his spine. He wore a plain black shirt and dark-washed jeans, loosely fitted.
Matsukawa used a disinfectant on the table, wiping monotonously. “You need something, Dom?” Then he turned, found you, and huffed amusedly as he threw the dirtied paper towel into the small trash can. “Sorry,” he tore another paper towel from the thick roll to clean the bench, “you two have oddly similar knocks.”
“Similar knocks?” You closed the door, leaning against it as you watched him continue.
“Mild,” he said, “and only two consecutive knocks, not three.” He glanced up toward you, bent over the bench to reach the farthest area with the towel, “Why not three? Everyone does three.”
“Why not two? Is there something wrong with two?”
“There’s plenty of things wrong with two.” Matsukawa straightened, sighing loudly. He stretched and the hem of his shirt rose, exposing a tattoo near his hip. It was a depiction of a two-headed serpent, one of the heads poised to bite itself, as the other looked onward. You remember it well: when he came into the apartment, into your bedroom to show you the piece, and your eyes had widened at the intricacy, the beauty; it was then that you had placed your hand near the tattoo without thought, resting your fingers at the circle of his hip. Matsukawa had simply disregarded it, until he was hurrying from you with strange excuses.
Even now, he can feel you watch that tattoo like it might shift and slither beneath his skin. And he lets you, because—at the very least—he enjoys when someone else admires the work and dedication of his craft. Perhaps one day he’ll show you more. 
“Alright,” he sighed, broad hands on his hips, “let’s get you something to eat, yeah?”
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iinoruu · 11 months
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matsuhana 🩷
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sleepskie · 27 days
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It's Matsukawa's bday and finally I drew a finished art piece for him <3
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giustoart · 5 months
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Which is the silliest duo in Haikyuu? And why Matsuhana? 😆🩵
I love them.
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mattsunism · 2 years
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just some work antics with the one and only matsukawa issei. (nsfw)
you sigh with mock disappointment, one leg swinging over to straddle the tall curly-haired man. you can feel his cock straining through his slacks, and the heat in your stomach grows as you think about how you manage to take it every time.
you try to maintain your composure, as your desire to embarrass the man was stronger than how horny you were.
“i can’t believe you got a hard on right before the wake. you got a kink you’re not telling me about, issei?”
“shut up. why’d you have to wear this dress?”
matsukawa grumbled annoyedly, turning his head to look out the window. his hands didn’t seem too affected, however, as they continued to make their way up your dress, making sure to caress every inch of skin as they did.
the feeling of all the fabric being bunched up at your waist rubbed you the wrong way so you opened your mouth to complain, but all that escaped was a breathy moan as matsukawa’s thumb brushed against your clit through the fabric of your panties.
fuck. you’re soaked. he lets out a low groan as well, and he shifts in the seat under you in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.
“fucking hell, a thong? you’ll be the end of me.”
matsukawa’s too focused on drinking in the sight in front of him, as he would’ve normally quipped back something just as witty. normally. but the situation the two of you were in was nothing near normal.
one of his hands is at your waist, holding you up, while the other is on his dick, his tip lined up with your aching pussy.
he rubs his swollen tip against your folds, relishing in the way they squelch lewdly at the contact. the view is so hot (minus the fact that he has a fucking glow-in-the-dark condom on, thanks to the gift hanamaki had gotten him as a joke for christmas) that he swears he could just cum right then and there, but wills himself to hold back.
“fuck, look how wet you are, hm?” his voice is raspy from lust, and you whimper lowly at how good the words sound falling from his lips.
you think you’ll lose your mind at how matsukawa’s teasing your aching hole, so you drop your hips down. but as if he’d read your mind, matsukawa snaps his own hips up so that he’s fully buried in you, his balls slapping against your ass with a sound that’s almost pornhub worthy. he curses at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapping around him so tightly while you shudder at how he fills you up, and you can’t help but ball your fists, nails digging into your palms.
“nasty-looking smile you got on, eh mattsun?” you breathe out, enjoying the effect you have on the handsome man (something that you’d never admit out loud - after all, you don’t need his ego inflating any more than it already is).
“it’s cus you look good like this,” matsukawa murmurs, a pussy-drunk smirk on his face. his free hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and travels down your face to your lips. his thumb brushes your bottom lip gently, the pad of his finger rising ever-so-slightly to rest in between your lips.
it’s like second nature to you, considering how many times the two of you’ve done this before. you part your lips, letting him to do as he pleases. his thumb slides into your mouth, your tongue welcoming him as you wrap your lips around him and suck lightly. this always manages to turn you on even more, and you can’t help but hope that he fucks you so hard that you’re stumbling for the rest of your shift.
but your hips are moving in time with his, matching his slow thrusts, and you feel yourself growing frustrated at how it just wasn’t enough. you want more, and you begin to grind down, desperate for him to hit that sweet spot that you love so much.
“i wish this fucking dress wasn’t on you. wanna see your tits so bad,” matsukawa groans, his eyes eyeing them through the fabric.
you pull his thumb out of your mouth, annoyed at how much he’s been talking. after all, you guys only had ten minutes, max, before the boss would notice that he two of you were missing.
“why can’t you just shut up and fuck me like you mean it?”
matsukawa raises an eyebrow in disbelief at your words, scoffing slightly.
“sorry princess,” he drawls, his now-free hand coming down to your waist.
“i’ll do that” - he grips you, tight, before thrusting into you harshly, eliciting a moan from you - “right now.”
he spreads his thighs (as wide as he can in your small ass car) to give him more room, and snaps his hips up to fuck into you.
he’s practically manhandling you now, lifting you up by the waist and then slamming you down onto his cock, bouncing you up and down on his length as if you were nothing more than a paper doll.
you feel like your brain is melting at how good you’re feeling, and allow your head to lean forward and rest on matsukawa’s shoulder, too fucked out to have the energy to keep it up.
you’re moaning and mumbling incoherent curses into matsukawa’s ear, and the latter shivers at the stimulation. he feels your pussy clench, and knows that you’re on the brink of cumming, so he stops.
he just fucking stops.
with what little energy you have, you force yourself to raise your head and look at the curly-haired man with furrowed eyebrows, only to find that he’s staring back at you with equally furrowed eyebrows paired with a shit-eating grin.
“sorry, i’m not really in the mood anymore. probably cause i can’t fuck you like i mean it, huh? i’ll just get myself off in the bathroom, so why don’t you just find someone else?”
he pushes the car door open before sliding out from under you, pulling up the zipper on his pants.
you’re too stunned to even pull down your dress, mouth gaping open as if a fish out of water. your eyes go down to the very prominent outline in his pants, before meeting his eyes again.
“what the fuck?” you rasp out, still reeling from the feeling of his cock.
he’s standing right in front of you, wedged in between you and the car door so that you can’t be exposed to any prying eyes, his arms folded across his chest.
“actually, why don’t just get yourself off right now? after all, little baby can’t function unless she cums, right? cmon, why don’t you give me a show as an apology?”
maybe it’s cause his words were true, or maybe you were just too turned on by his words to refute him, but you nod dumbly, before you let a hand drop to rub at your puffy clit.
you refuse to break eye-contact, so you stare into his dark eyes as you make a mess out of your clit, your other hand following to stuff two fingers into your wet cunt.
it’s torture for matsukawa, just watching you, but some sick side of him is reveling in the hold he has over your usually prideful self. in fact, that was the only thing holding him back from giving in and diving back into the back seat to fuck the living daylights out of you.
“want you, issei,” you gasp, your hips bucking forward, desperate to have his thick dick back in your dripping pussy. “it’s not as good.”
“cmon, you can add a third. you can cum with that,” he coos, suddenly turning sweet.
you do as he says and tremble slightly at the added stimulation, although it was nothing compared to what you had before. you’re embarrassed at how loud your pussy is, and you whimper at the feeling of your slick dripping out of your cunt and down to your ass. but he’s right, and maybe it’s the way he’s staring so adoringly at you, but you soon feel your orgasm crashing over you, and you tremble at how hard it racks through your body, relishing in the fact that matsukawa’s watching the whole thing.
your cheeks are flushed and your hair is messy, but he swears you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. every hookup in college, every relationship, they’re all nothing compared to you - and you’re not even his.
it’s embarrassing to admit, but he cums in his pants without even having to touch his dick, his knees weak at how your lips part and your thighs tremble as you ride out your high, your fingers rubbing at the bundle of nerves mercilessly, just like how issei always does it.
“fuck,” he groans, and he practically jumps you, slamming the door shut behind him. he kisses you roughly, and you welcome him with open arms, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. he ignores the buzzing of his phone in his back pocket and pulls out another condom from his back pocket (yes, another glow-in-the-dark condom), breaking the kiss momentarily to rip the packet with his teeth.
i will never shit on these condoms again, mattsun thinks with a content sigh, mentally thanking hanamaki before allowing his lips to find home on yours.
for those who are asking the REAL questions, no... they did not get fired. mattsun did have to stay at home for 3 days faking the flu just so the two of you could solidify your story that you left work to rush mattsun to the hospital. 
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You Won’t Remember This
Pairing: Bodyguard!Matsukawa Issei x Reader
Word Count: ~4.1k
Genre: Fluff, Smut
CW:  language. tracking app used. drinking, partying. grinding, unwanted groping. kinda implied size kink? kinda dry humping?
Part Two of I Would-With No Question-Protect You With My Life
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You hate him. Matsukawa that is. It isn’t that he’s a terrible person or anything like that. He’s not. He’s perfect. The perfect fucking bodyguard. And you hate it.
In just two weeks of being your bodyguard, you’ve already tried to put him through the ringer. In just two weeks he’s already taken more of your shit than any other bodyguard of yours had previously been able to handle. You’d disappeared on him, flirted with him, intentionally put yourself in harm’s way. You were all but throwing yourself at him, trying to get him to break, to quit, something. You were trying to test his limits, you wanted a reaction. The man didn’t even crack. He took everything you gave him in stride, an eye roll and a grumble was all he gave.
You hated him. And you hated that he was incredibly respectable too. Ignoring all your taunting. He protected you in the most miniscule ways, mundane things that he did without a second thought. He followed the goddamn sidewalk rule for god’s sake. You would be trying to balance along the curb, teetering on the edge of dander and his hand was there, encompassing your hip and drawing you to walk on the inside of the sidewalk while he took the position closer to the street. And his hands. His goddamn hands. You seemed to bump into them more than the edges and corners of things you usually did.
The worst part was-it was like he was doing it all without thinking. Like it was an instinct. You would look over at him every time he did something to protect you and he wouldn’t even be paying you any mind. Completely engaged in something else. It frustrated you to no end.
Usually you would save the tactic of completely ditching them for your last resort. You had resorted to using it on day four with Matsukawa. You’d disappeared during an event, intent on meeting up with your friends at a nearby bar. You thought you’d been successful, only to see him walk into your bar and realize that he’d downloaded a tracker app to your phone. You’d rambled and ranted about how that was entirely unnecessary, only to disappear again the next day. He’d found you again. You had deleted the app but had forgotten your tendency to post your outings on your socials. But he knew all your spots too. It was like he’d been studying you. Like he was an expert in you.
It took you nearly two weeks to finally lose him for more than two hours. Which brought you to today.
You had disappeared last night, never going home, instead finding yourself out on a binge with your friends. You hadn’t been sober all day, and had once again found yourself at a bar with your friends after the sun had set.
It was crowded in the bar and you’d found yourself pressed between your friends, laughing when the entrance caught your eye. You groaned as you saw Matsukawa enter the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd until they locked on you. He glared slightly when he saw you make your way to the bar, grabbing another drink, still downing it when he finally made his way to you.
“Hey Matsukawa.” You couldn’t help the smirk on your lips as you took in how annoyed he looked. Jaw set stern as he looked down at you, anger radiating off his muscled form. Really nice muscles if you did say so yourself. You let your eyes wander down expanse of his crossed arms until his voice drew your attention again.
“Where were you last night?” He asked, voice sending a shock through your chest. He sounded slightly worried, like he actually cared.
You faltered for a second before laughing it off. You waved down the bartender for another drink, turning away from Matsukawa to lean on the bar as you replied. “Been out, busy, having fun.” You sent him a sideways glance to watch his irritation grow, the response making a giddy feeling fill you up.
“Hey!” He snapped, snatching the drink from the bartender before it got you you. You rolled your eyes as you looked over at him. “Y/n. You know you’re not supposed to leave without me.”
You scoffed at that, your smirk growing a bit as you grabbed your drink back from him. “See, but you’re no fun, have a little fun, Mattsun.” You turned the thought over in your head, stepping away from the counter you had to rebalance yourself quickly. The counter made it easier for you to pretend like you were more sober than you were, but the way your vision was spinning gave away just how drunk you were. “I have an idea.” You giggled as you tipped your glass against your lips.
“No.” He answered immediately, before you even got the chance to say your idea.
You pouted at him, hand finding his wrist and trying to tug him closer to the crowd with you. “You haven’t even heard my idea yet, Mattsun.” You quickly downed the drink in your hand and dropped it on the counter as you stepped backwards.
His arm stretched across the space between the two of you, his body refusing to move towards yours. "That look in your eyes means nothing good."
You wiped the pout off your face and smirked instead. “Just want ya to come and dance with me Mattsun.” The nickname kept rolling off your lips, something that you’d only ever heard your driver and your brother call him. He had to stop himself from watching the way your lips formed the word.
He sighed, rolling his eyes at your incessant tugging, slurred pleas leaving your lips between giggles. “You can stay.” It was your first sign of weakness from him, the first crack, he gave in just a little. “I’m not dancing with you.” You took it. Laughing, you migrated back to your friends, pressing yourself against one of them quickly.
It was easy, normal even, to dance against your friends in the bar like this. Grinding against their bodies slightly as the alcohol flooded your veins. You might have been overdoing it this time, however, but the thought never truly crossed your mind. Your eyes kept flicking over to Matsukawa. He had migrated away from the bar and towards the wall, leaning against it, arms crossed and jaw set in stone.
He wouldn’t take his eyes off you. Couldn’t even if he wanted to. Your skirt was short, the sides cut out, it barely covered anything and neither did your shirt, barely covering your chest and leaving your back exposed. And he wasn’t the only one who noticed. You’d caught the eyes of many around you, some were your friends and some were strangers.
Your friends kept bringing you drinks and he sincerely wanted them to stop, but he was picking his battles. His current battle was not walking over and ripping you away from everyone else to take you home. You kept locking eyes with him, like you were now, while pressed against a man he didn’t recognize.
The man behind you had his hands on your hips, just above the cut outs in your skirt, fingers lingering close to the strings that held the front and back of your skirt together. You refused to look away from Matsukawa, your eyes lingering on the flex of his muscles as he watched you grind your hips against the man behind you who was clearly excited to have you there.
You stopped minding the man behind you, not even feeling his breath fanning against your neck as you watched Matsukawa’s eyes rake your form. They were watching how your hips moved, but his willpower was too strong to give in to the temptation you gave him as you tried to beckon him over. You’d almost forgotten that the man was behind you until his fingers dipped into the cuts of your skirt.
Matsukawa watched as your eyes widened, your concentration on him breaking as you tried to swat at the stranger’s hands. He nearly growled when the man behind you pulled you closer instead of letting you go. Kicking off the wall, Matsukawa quickly pushed through the crowd and beelined to you where you were snapping at the man behind you.
“I swear to god, take your hands off me. Now.” Your nails were scraping against his wrists.
Matsukawa just barely caught the man behind you laughing as the words slurred out of his lips. "Do you think I’m scared of a woman?" The man asked, just before you watched Matsukawa’s hand grab the stranger’s arm in an unforgiving grip.
You were quick to slink behind Matsukawa’s frame, his body hiding yours as his grip bruised your assailant. “You should be scared of me.” Your mouth parted slightly, hating the fuzzy feeling that grew in your stomach at the way Matsukawa growled out the threat. Your eyes widened as you realized that a brief thought had crossed your mind, shaking your head free of it, the dizziness coming back as you tuned out the men in front of you.
When Matsukawa released the man and shooed him off, his intention was to turn and grab you, to take you home. But as he turned, he realized that you were already gone. He groaned as he caught sight of you, now halfway across the room, tipping another glass against your lips as one of your friends encouraged you towards the stage.
You were laughing as you climbed on the stage. He glared as you leaned towards the pianist who was playing music for the bar. You whispered quickly in the man’s ear, a song request and smiled when the man cut his song short and picked up a new beat.
Matsukawa began to push his way through the crowd again, but the crowd was denser closer to the stage. Especially now, since there was something to watch. Two of your friends had joined you on stage and were encouraging you to dance. Your hands in your hair, your clothes revealing more skin as you swung your hips on stage to the song.
Matsukawa groaned in irritation as he finally made it to the edge of the stage. It took everything in himself to pry his eyes off your hips. He swallowed the lump in his throat when he finally caught your eye. You smirked as you beckoned him up with one finger only to have him shake his head, denying you. You shrugged and laughed as he looked worriedly around at all of the eyes on you up there.
He rolled his eyes when you turned your back on him again, crawling your way onto the piano to lay down. You laughed as people in the crowd whooped and hollered, encouraging you. You threw a few flirty glances at the crowd before locking eyes with Matsukawa. He looked so serious in the crowd you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched him. You kept your eyes on him as you arched your back off the piano, taking pride in the way that he seemed to tense more and his eyes raked down your body.
The song was over much too quickly for your liking, but you were laughing nonetheless when your friends came off the stage with you. You were giggling still when Matsukawa reached you, taking your new glass out of your hands as your friends were talking about going to another bar. You were about to agree to the plan when Matsukawa cut you off.
"Actually, we're leaving early, we have something to get to." His words were said in a definitive tone, one that you didn’t pick up right away through your drunken haze.
“What?” You shook your head, "no we don't-” you caught his pointed glance and groaned, “oh, okay fine.” You sighed and turned back to your friends. “I'll call you guys later." You were giggly as you said your goodbyes, pointing your steps towards the door, trying to get there before Matsukawa did, your irritation at him growing. You weren’t quite done partying but if he wanted you to leave your friends, you would do just that.
“Y/n, where are you going?” You rolled your eyes, your steps stuttering as you traveled away from the bar.
You cursed as you nearly fell, catching yourself on the wall. “Fuck off, Matsukawa.” You called back, shrieking slightly when you realized that he was next to you.
“Take off your heels.” He instructed, only for you to swat his hands away when he reached for you. He rolled his eyes when you tried to push away from him, falling only to be barely caught in time by him.
You whined as he lifted you easily into his arms, one tucking under your legs as the other wrapped your waist. Your face flushing hot as you felt his arms tighten around your form. “Wh-what are you doing!”
“I’m carrying you home.” You pushed at his arms, trying to get out of his grip and he rolled his eyes at you again. It was easy for him to manhandle your body, tossing you over his shoulder as he started to walk, his large hand covering the back of your thighs easily.
Your eyes widened as you clamped your thighs together, the rush of heat flooding into your core, embarrassing you. "Put me down!" You protested as you slammed your hands against his back, watching the ground under you move as he carried you towards where you assumed his car was.
He sighed and you could feel his hair brush against the skin of your hip as he shook his head at you. "Would you quit beating me up!" You froze and whined lightly when his hands roughly grabbed each of your upper thighs, unintentionally letting his fingers tuck themselves between them. Your whole body was hot by the time he dropped you down in the front seat of his car. Your brain fuzzy and all-consumed by him as he shut your door and rounded to his own side.
Your next idea you would definitely come to regret. If you were sober, the idea would have stayed an idea, but when Matsukawa leaned over you and buckled your seatbelt, you unintentionally leaned closer to him. “Don’t be mad at me Mattsun.” You pouted, watching as he refused to look at you, jaw set as he started the car and began to drive. “Where are we going?” You giggled, leaning across the center console as you tried to drag your hand against his chest.
He was quick to grab your hand and pull it away from himself and shove it back on your side. “Stop.” He pushed the words out through clenched teeth and you pouted at him. “I’m taking you home.”
You giggled a little, smiling as you  watched your hand find his bicep again. “You can take me to bed if you want.” He sighed and glanced at you quickly, taking in your glazed over eyes and your bitten lips as you raked your gaze down his form.
“God I can’t let your parents see you like this.” You were giggling and trying to rub down his arm but he just stared straight ahead. When he stopped at the next light, he was quick to remove your hands, putting them and your upper body completely back onto your side of the car.
“Why are you so mad at me?” You asked quietly, another pout settling into your features.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He snapped, turning away from you again to face the road as he drove. “What you’re doing is fucking dangerous. Why would you do it?” He growled and you tilted your head in confusion, wondering why he was so worked up when none of your other bodyguards had ever cared like that. “Do you know how many fucking people would kill to touch you?”
He was still talking but you’d lost your focus, people would kill to touch you. You were staring at the way his hands tightened around the wheel of the car. You didn’t even notice the way you but your lip, his hands made the wheel seem small but really, they were just so big. Everything about him was big, actually. Your eyes flicked down slightly and you clenched your thighs a bit, you would bet everything about him was big…
You moved your hand toward him again but he caught it before you could touch him. You took the chance to keep his hand in your grasp. He let you keep it, placating your apparent need to touch him as he tried to drive. You turned his hand over in your grip, fingers tracing the lines along his large palm. You were entranced by it, tuning out his voice. Your hands moved on your own, pressing your palm against his to compare the size difference between the two.
“And what about you, Mattsun?” You glanced back up at him, missing the way he quickly jerked his head to face front again, having stopped his talking to watch the way you fit his hand against your own. He cleared his throat roughly, waiting for you to clarify yourself. “Do you want to touch me?”
Matsukawa swore he stopped breathing for a second, his eyes flicking momentarily to the way you looked up at him from across the car. His lips formed the word before he had the chance to stop it. “Yes.” It was an admission he spoke like a guilty man. One that he knew he would never make if he wasn’t nearly certain that you wouldn’t remember this night when you woke up in the morning.
The confession, however, made a smile grow on your lips, your hands dragging his down to rest on your bare thigh. “You can touch me if you want.” You enticed, parting your legs and trying to pull his hand between them.
He was quick to pull it out of your grasp and place it back on the wheel, a safe place for him to have it. “Not like this.” It was a mumble that you could barely make out, and his lack of action confused you.
You were still trying to get his attention back when he pulled into a parking lot that you didn’t recognize. The building was a little run down and you realized, as Matsukawa got out of the car, that this must have been where his apartment was. “Look Mattsun, we’re already at your place.” You whined as he guided you into the elevator, pressing the third floor. You had attached your body to his arm, your words slurring more than they had been at the beginning of your drive. “You can just take me to bed, Mattsun. I want you to.”
He was trying not to look at you, blatantly ignoring the way that you were staring up at him, begging him to touch you. He denied your request again, watched as the doors opened and guided you down the hall towards his apartment door.
“Do you not want me?” Your voice was smaller now, insecurity creeping into your words as your steps faltered, watching him slip his key into the lock.
He sighed and his movements were blurry when you suddenly found yourself pressed between him and the door. Your chin was gripped in his hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes and your breath hitched, you hadn’t been this close to him since the kiss you’d shared two weeks prior.
“Let me make myself very clear.” You swallowed hard as you focused on him, his face perfectly clear with how close he was, despite your otherwise blurry vision. “Are you listening?” You nodded the best you could in his grip. “Don’t mistake my inaction as a lack of desire.” You blinked and missed the way his eyes flicked to your lips briefly. “I want you so badly it pains me, but I want you to want me.” You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off. “I want you to want me sober.” You subconsciously flicked your eyes back and forth between the two of his. “You’re trashed right now, you’ll forget all of this by tomorrow.” He sighed, his grip on your chin loosening slightly but neither of you moved yet. “And the first time I touch you,” he let his eyes drag down your body and you could feel yourself shrinking under his gaze, your skin heating up with the way he seemed to eat you alive with his eyes, “I want you to remember it.” You tried and failed to suppress the whimper that clawed its way out of your throat. “I want you to remember every touch, every feeling, every word and sound that leaves my lips.” His lips, you were staring at them now, less than an inch away from your own and dangerously enticing.
You could feel yourself leaning towards him, wanting to connect your lips, but the wall behind you fell away. You gasped as he caught you again, guiding you through the now open door and walking into his apartment. “Mattsun.” You whined, your confidence restored as you tugged on his arm.
“You can have the room, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He wouldn’t even look at you as he sat down on the couch to take off his shoes.
Your hands were on his shoulders in a moment, pushing them back against the couch as you swung your leg over him, settling yourself onto his lap. His hands instinctively found your hips, pulling you into a safer position without thinking. Your hands, however, were busy dragging your top off of your frame. You smiled when you watched the blush creep up his cheeks at the sight of your body. He quickly turned his face away from you. “Please Mattsun, just touch me.” You were whining and trying to grab his face so he would look at you again, liking the way your body felt under his eyes.
“You’re drunk.” He whispered, his cheeks hot against the palms of your hands. He struggled to keep in his groan when your hips ground down on him. He squeezed his eyes shut and his grip on your hips tightened. “This is a bad idea, you need to stop.”
You huffed in annoyance and let go of his face, your hands coming to his and dragging them to where the bottom of your skirt had ridden up. “Mattsun,” your voice was whiny and slurring as you ground against him again, a small moan leaving your mouth when the friction felt just right, “want you so bad.” You heard his breath hitch and could feel him harden under you as his eyes zoned in on where his fingers were against your skin.
“God,” he mumbled, the realization hitting that you had spent the whole night without any panties under your too-short skirt. His chest rose and fell heavily as he became entranced by the movement of your hips. “You need to stop.” His voice seemed dazed, strained as he fought against the last bit of his self-restraint.
“Wa-” you whined a bit, your nails digging painfully into his biceps, “want you in me Mattsun.” He squeezed his eyes shut again, his jaw and hands clenching as he tried to ignore the pleasure sparking through his body as you rutted against him. “You can have me. However you want me.”
He let out a string of curses as he felt his pants get tighter, dangerously close to cumming in his pants, something he’d yet to have ever done. “You know where I want you?” You hummed, your eyes rolled back a little from pleasure, a smile on your face thinking you’d won. "I want you riiight here." You squeaked when his grip returned to your hips and you were suddenly removed from his lap and sat down on the couch. Your eyes flew open and your vision cleared to see him now standing above you, a clear bulge in his pants and a heavy blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck. "As soon as we’re both sober, we can do every dirty little thing you ever dreamed of." It was a promise he knew he would break, but with the way you both were panting, he couldn’t bear to say anything else.
You looked up at him and he had to look away, he swore he could almost see your heart breaking in your eyes. “Mattsun,” you started quietly, your arms coming up to cover your chest defensively. He didn’t let you finish before walking towards his bathroom, needing a breath away from you and the temptation he almost couldn’t fight.
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a/n i’m obsessed with him. thnx
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