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・❥ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘴 ✧

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

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

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

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

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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loko4koko · 6 months

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

>fanart_credit: Okeidohan (via_twitter)

MDNI 18+

>word_count: 6521

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kazemi-archive · 8 months

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Photoshop

Pairing: Matsukawa Issei x Hanamaki!Reader Word Count: 1.1k Genre: fluff mostly <3 Preview: Takahiro had marked you and Issei as "off limits" to each other… unfortunately, neither of you really were good at listening to directions.

You had one person that your brother marked as “off limits.” One boy that you weren’t allowed to set your eyes on in that way. One person who you couldn’t touch.

Matsukawa Issei had one person his best friend marked as “off limits”. One girl that he wasn’t even allowed to give a second glance to. One person he had to ignore.

Unfortunately for Takahiro… neither of you really were ever good at listening to directions.

You giggled as hands grabbed your waist, tucking you into the familiar chest as you were dragged behind the wall you were passing.

You had tried, you really had, to stay away from each other. For years, you were sure. Eyes stealing glances at each other from across the room. When your brother’s back was turned.

“I missed you.” Issei whispered in your ear over your giggles as he pulled back just enough to drop his lips down to yours.

You had tried to distract yourself with a cycle of boys, dates that you only half wanted to go on with people you only half liked. Which was actually, how you’d wound up here, kissing Issei in secret behind a wall in public, out of sight from anyone who could possibly know you.

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It had been one of those dates. One of the ones you only half wanted to go on. One that ended about as well as you’d assumed it would. You’d snuck off to the bathroom to call Takahiro for a rescue about 20 minutes into the dinner. The boy’s comments and leering eyes had you shifting in your seat uncomfortably as you waited for your brother to come through the front door of the restaurant.

Surprisingly though, it wasn’t your brother who came through. Issei had come barging in in a frenzy, swinging his arms in faux anger, snapping at the boy across from you and pretending to be your jilted lover as he hauled you out of your seat. You could barely stop yourself from giggling as you followed him out.

You were both laughing, hysterically as he tossed you the spare helmet to his bike and helped you on behind him. Your knight in black leather, you’d called him. And he’d smirked and called you a motorcycle princess. It was a stupid joke you’d passed and laughed as you clung to him while he drove you home.

You’d showed up at your house only to find Takahiro still gone. Issei had meant to come in only to wait for your brother, only to wait for him. But when you’d leaned over the back of the couch to hand him a soda, you’d caught his lingering eyes and taken your chance.

Kissing him for the first time had stolen your breath, set off fireworks behind your eyelids. And there was no going back. The two of you had kissed, sloppily and desperately, right up until the moment you heard Takahiro’s keys in the front door of the house. You’d ducked out to your room before your brother could catch you doing the one thing he’d told you not to.

You hadn’t had the guts to tell him. The one single thing that your brother had asked you and his best friend to not do. Both of you snuck kisses in the kitchen during their game nights. You’d snuck him into your room countless times. Snuck out to see him. Slipped to the next town over to have dates. Lied relentlessly to your brother.

You wanted to feel guilty. You did, sometimes, feel guilty that is. But it was like all of that dissipated the second that his lips touched yours.

Your hands gripped onto his jacket as his arm snaked around your waist, lifting you onto your toes to kiss him easier. “I miss you.” He chuckled against your lips.

“You saw me this morning when you dropped those papers off to Takahiro.” You teased, scrunching your nose up at him as you pulled back.

His eyes twinkled as he looked down at you, biting at his lip as he raked his gaze over your face. “Yeah, but I didn’t get to kiss you this morning.”

You couldn’t help the blush that crept onto your cheeks, heat flexing across your skin as you leaned into him more. You wished, for your brother’s sake, that you didn’t want so desperately to be around Issei all of the time. You wished that you didn’t need to be around him all the time. But you did. You wanted him around you always. It was like he was the air in your lungs.

You’d tried to ignore it. To tell yourself you were dramatic. And then Issei had mused the same feelings back to you. The blood in his veins. That’s what he’d called you. Whispered against your skin as he confessed that he’d loved you for years. That he didn’t think he could hold it in anymore.

It was exhilarating, running around, sneaking around together, kissing behind buildings and on side streets. It was bitten lips and crappy excuses to explain away lost time and the tiny bruises flowering across the skin of your necks. It was-

“Y/n?” Your head snapped up, flipping around to the sound of the voice. “Mattsun?”

“Oh fuck.” You mumbled, eyes locking onto the floppy brown curls of the biggest mouth you both knew.

“Oikawa!” You called, but he had already turned and started off. “Oikawa!” You groaned and detangled yourself from Issei, and took off after the boy. Oikawa was too far gone, way faster than you could go, sighing and panting in exasperation by the time you reached his original spot.

“Well.” Issei sighed, catching up to you, hand running through his hair in nervousness. “Guess the secret is up?” You looked at Issei in disbelief. “What?” He threw his hands up in defense. “He’s def going straight to the group chat with that photo.”

“Photo!?” You shrieked, horror crossing your face as you processed what was about to happen.

As if on queue, Issei’s phone buzzed once. Twice. Four more times. You winced as your phone rang, Takahiro’s face appearing on your screen in the form of his contact photo.

“He-hey bro.” You squeaked out as you answered the call. The other end was silent. “Hiro?” You questioned through the phone. Still silence. “Takahiro?”

Issei’s fingers fumbled with his phone and you looked at him confused as he put the phone to his ear. “Makki?” You heard Issei’s voice echo through your phone and winced.

“Fucking tell me Oikawa learned how to fucking photoshop.”

a/n: idkkkk i just wanted the thoughts out of my head sorry its so bleh but i might write more for this later <3

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Impending, part 3

Matsukawa Issei x afab reader

Word count: ~3.4k

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

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

part 1 | part 2

You can’t stay in bed forever.

Probably.

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

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

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

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

No answer.

“I know you can hear me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Issei shrugs, reaching his arm out toward you.

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

“No way in hell. That’s disgusting.”

Fake retching sounds follow you to the top.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A knock breaks into your anxious musings.

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

“Go away!”

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

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

The door jiggles and clicks open.

“What part of-”

Except it’s not Hiro. It’s Issei.

His audacity dumbfounds you, but only for a second.

“The hell?! Get out!”

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

“Can we talk?”

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

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

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

The relief is short-lived.

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

“That’s not true.”

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

“No?”

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

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

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

He gives you a gentle nudge toward the bed.

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

He raises one thick eyebrow. “Why?”

“Hiro’s going to find out.”

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

“Makki knows. He doesn’t care.”

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

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

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

“Fuck, just look at you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that what you think this is?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You look up in confusion. Is he…blushing?

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

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

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

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

“Figured what out?”

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

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

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

“Wait…you like me?”

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

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

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

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

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

He laughs, grinding his hips up to meet you.

“We sure can.”

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

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

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

“Didn’t get to enjoy this last time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhh- fuck, Issei please I’m-”

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

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

The room fills with hoarse pants.

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

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

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

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

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

“Next time,” you assure him.

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

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

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

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

You snort. “Ok, pump the brakes.”

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

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

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

You take one wary step, then another.

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

Your shoulders untense.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ kinktober 2023 ] day 5 - freebie

⟡ haikyuu!! -- matsukawa issei x reader

⟡ wc: 8,170

⟡ working from @/darling--core's kinktober list! NSFW, 18+ only!

⟡ summary:

Who would have thought, Matsukawa Issei, your best friend's best friend, is a demon?

Obviously, not you. But it works out in your favor, even if you're a demon hunter.

Archive of Our Own

It’s a school night, so you should probably head home soon.

It’s a passing thought as you wipe your cheek, rubbing away the black sludge on your skirt. The stench of blood and ash fills your nose as you watch the minor demon melt. It’s shrieking, writhing in pain as your exorcism spell reaches its end.

Its inky tendril reaches for you, but you don’t even flinch, watching it dissolve into the air with a final cry.

A sigh escapes your lips, and you finally relax your shoulders.

The demons around Miyagi have been more active as of late, and it’s taken a toll on you. You’ve been taking longer patrols after school, which means you stay up later into the night to complete your homework before sleeping a restless sleep and repeating the cycle. You could probably count the number of hours you’ve slept on average with one hand, yikes.

You’re tired, to be frank. Thankfully, most of them are lower levels, but they’re a force to be reckoned with when they have power in numbers, and you only have so much energy to take care of a large area on your own.

It’s not like you voluntarily chose to hunt demons. But it wasn’t something you could walk away from. Ever since you began seeing them as a child, you soon found yourself under the local priest’s training, mastering basic exorcism techniques and continuing to practice advanced ones that even the priest struggled to use.

No one else saw what you saw, only becoming a victim to them when they sapped human energy to gain more power. You’re not too sure how they’ve come into the human world, but the priest theorizes it’s some sort of rift that has let them cross the barrier. Closing the rift is a whole different story, and even you’re stumped for ideas, so you do what you can in the meantime.

If you could make someone’s life easier, unburdened and no longer haunted, you would.

It was a thankless duty, but a duty regardless.

You head home for the day, dreading the upcoming exams and the pile of homework that sits in your backpack, completely blank.

“Oh, [Name]!”

The call of your name has you jolting awake at your desk, quickly blinking away the sleep as you look up. “Hiro? What’s up?”

The clay-haired boy enters your classroom, making his way to your desk and sitting in the one in front of yours. For the most part, everyone went off to eat lunch outside since the weather has gotten warmer, which lets you ditch the thick winter uniform for the short sleeve button-up and skirt.

“You said you’d meet me and the other guys for lunch, but you never showed up. And now I find you dozing off– you good?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave off, rubbing your eyes. “Been sleeping late the past few nights, but I’m going to try to fix up my sleep schedule this weekend, hopefully.”

Hanamaki eyes you suspiciously, and you stare at him with the same intensity. As childhood friends, you can read him just as easily as he can read you. It’s not often you wear yourself out to the point it's noticeable, but it just can’t be helped and like the workaholic you are, you can always blame it on upcoming college entrance exams.

He gives in with a sigh when he realizes you aren’t faltering, and he shrugs. “Just don’t push yourself too hard,” he says, gently. “You work hard enough as is, and I think you deserve a break with how much you’ve been doing.”

You smile, because you know how much he cares, and you know that he still respects your drive and your own judgment. This also makes you extra careful around Hiro, who would absolutely freak out if he knew you were out hunting demons.

“Yeah. You too, with volleyball. I don’t think your friends would appreciate having two volleyball-obsessed players.”

“Ha! Like I’d ever reach Oikawa’s level of obsession.”

You banter with him a little, your exhaustion melting away as you chat with your best friend before he suddenly stops mid-sentence with a noise of realization.

“Wait! You haven’t eaten anything, right? Since you were sleeping?” he asks, and when you nod, he stands up quickly, ignoring the way he trips over the chair slightly and grabs your wrist.

“Let’s grab something from the cafeteria before it closes! We can probably make it!”

And you run with him down the halls, dodging friend groups and teachers who yell at the two of you to behave.

And for the first time in a while, you smile brightly, enjoying this moment of normalcy.

While you absolutely love Hiro, you find yourself unsettled ever so slightly with his friends.

Not Iwaizumi, since he’s rather respectful and polite, and not Oikawa, since he’s just a flirt whenever you’re around.

But Matsukawa Issei is another story. He is…dangerous, for a lack of a better word.

You find yourself nibbling on a curry bun that Hiro managed to buy from the cafeteria right before they closed. With about fifteen minutes left of lunch, you take him up on his previous offer to eat with his friends, sitting on top of the school rooftop with the four boys as they finish up their lunches.

When you greet them, you can’t help but avoid Matsukawa’s heavy stare. There was something oddly familiar and unsettling about it…something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, and you opted to blame it on the unfamiliarity, or the fact that he’s one of Hanamaki’s closer friends after entering high school.

The idea that Matsukawa stole Hanamaki from you doesn’t sit well in your gut and you chastise yourself for even having that thought. Maybe he thinks the same thing, hence the strange feeling you get whenever you are near him.

You push it to the back of your mind, and do your best to ignore him as lunch comes to an end, heading back to class. It’s uneventful, as always, learning new concepts and putting them to use on your worksheets and later, for exams. It’s mundane, but you enjoy it, since it’s not like you’re actively putting yourself in danger as you normally do.

As soon as the last class ends with the ring of the bell, you briefly replay Hanamaki’s concerned words, before you shake your head.

You’re better than that, you could keep hunting, keep helping , even just a little. It’s a responsibility that you’ve chosen to handle, and you can’t slack off just because you’re a little tired .

It’s ok, you reason with yourself as you pack up your notes. Just a short patrol, and you’ll take time to rest today.

It’s unfortunate that your plans always seem to get foiled, and you eat your words. Literally.

A blast sends you flying, and you think you hit your head against the lightpost before absolutely eating shit on the sidewalk. The demons laughs, it’s screeching noise grates your ears, slightly disorienting you as you struggle to get up. You’re unsteady on your feet and while you’re fully aware of how hard you’re pushing yourself, you can’t just go home, not when the demon presence in this area is just so high.

It wasn’t this bad before. Their numbers keep rising, and your efforts barely make a dent in their forces. It’s a harrowing thought that makes you falter for a moment, but you grit your teeth and steel yourself once more. Summoning another talisman, you launch it at the demon, watching the paper attach themselves to its body, burning through the inky black as it disintegrates. Your limbs tremble, and you ignore the numbness in your legs.

You let out a shaky exhale, but you remain on alert. The air is saturated with despair and evil, and it makes your chest tight.

You’re so, so tired.

Just one more sector. Just a little more and you can end your patrol and go home and get rest.

Just one more–

Thump!

Huh?

Pain sprouts at the temple of your head. You’re staring across the asphalt of the alleyway, the faint silhouettes of demons growing larger–coming closer to you from the street.

Get up, get up!

Yet no matter how much you willed your body to, you lay crumpled, defeated, and tired.

A wave of cold dread washes over you and you close your eyes tight.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry Hiro, I’m–

High-pitched shrills fill the air, and your eyes fly open, immediately lifting your head to see –

“Makki kept telling me he was worried about how tired you looked. Guess this explains why, huh?”

Matsukawa is standing protectively in front of you, but your eyes land on the black, ridged horns that protrude from his messy hair, curling slightly at the tip and alarms blare in your mind.

Matsukawa Issei is a demon.

And you have to kill him.

The thought crosses your mind briefly, but then you look past him, watching as his splayed hand emits another burst of energy that disintegrates the demons at the mouth of the alleyway. They are the ones screaming in pain, they are the ones to die in front of your eyes. Not you.

“Why…” you mumble, because what was this demon doing, attacking his own kind to protect you?

Without a response, he finishes off the last of the small demons who have attempted to escape around the corner, and silence falls over the two of you.

Shit, maybe he’s going to kill you next. Maybe he’s just so cruel to take the kill of a demon hunter all to himself. Without a doubt, he was not some weak troublesome demon–no, he was much, much stronger than those you normally deal with.

He would enjoy watching you die, watching the life leave your eyes in amusement.

You close your eyes tight, trying your best to get up, trying your best to come to terms that you are going to die at the hands of a demon (your best friend's best friend, nonetheless) as you listen to his footsteps grow closer and closer. They stop, and you know he’s standing over you, probably reveling in the sight of your weak, crumpled body.

You brace yourself once more, expecting pain to erupt and bring you to the edge of death.

“Can you stand?” You open your eyes, confusion filling your head. He’s crouched down, hand hovering over your face. The chilling smile of death that you envisioned is erased as you see his eyebrows furrowed as he scans your figure for injuries.

His eyes have a red tint to them that makes you freeze for a moment. He knows fear when he sees it, and he sees it clearly in you as he meets your gaze.

“Y-Yeah. I think so,” you say slowly, shifting to rise. His hands hover over you still as you get to your feet, wobbly, and standing for just a moment before your knees buckle from under you. Matsukawa is quick, arms encircling your frame and catching you before you can hit the ground again. He sits you down against the cold wall, maneuvering you, careful to lean your head back with his hand.

“You’re bleeding a bit,” he points to his forehead, and you swipe at your own, grimacing at the blood. “But you aren’t hurt anywhere else. I’m glad.”

“Glad?” you parrot in disbelief. “You’re glad that I, a demon hunter, am not hurt?”

Matsukawa blinks, before he laughs, soft chuckles escape him and you watch him incredulously because why does he think this is funny? “Yeah, I’m glad,” he says, smiling. “Since you’re the one keepin’ most of them at bay. I try to get rid of ones near the school area, but I usually don’t go any farther out than that.”

“What do you mean you get rid of them?”

He contemplates for a moment, eyeing the entrance of the alley before his eyes flicker back to you. “Maybe we should get out of here and have a chat, hm?”

Never in your life did you expect to find yourself in a demon’s home.

And never in your life did you expect that a demon’s home would be a cozy little apartment nestled in the residential district just ten minutes away from your high school.

To be fair, your life is anything but normal, so maybe this falls into the realm of likely possibilities.

That sucks, you suddenly think, because that means there are more things you simply don’t know about–which isn’t new, but it’s never a good thought to dwell on.

You keep your distance as he leads you back to his place. He lives on his own, having forged fake identities for his “parents” and keeping up the guise that they’re busy with work in Tokyo or abroad. It makes sense, but you’re filled with questions to the brim.

With the main one being, “why?”

He’s back to the human Matsukawa you’ve known for years, the one without horns and red-tinted eyes.

As he unlocks the door, you hesitate for a moment, suddenly imagining scenarios where you’re being led into a demon’s dungeon, that you’d be tortured and your soul would be offered up to the demon king or whatever higher level demon exists and–

“Are you just going to stand there?”

His deep voice brings you out of your stupor, and you’re embarrassed, gaping at him for his casual response–as if he’s just bringing a friend over to hang out. With a stutter of “no,” you enter, wary of your surroundings.

It’s plain, for the most part. Blank walls with minimal furniture fill the home, and everything is relatively cleaned up as you enter deeper. Matsukawa heads to the kitchen as you walk into the living room that has an untouched loveseat in front of a small TV.

“Tea? Or do you want some water?”

“Water is ok,” you answer him, and you take a seat gingerly, setting your bag down and suddenly feeling awkward.

He brings you a glass, and you thank him quietly, staring at it to see if there was anything amiss in your drink.

“It’s water,” Matsukawa deadpans at the sight of your intense stare. “I didn’t do anything to it, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ll get the first aid kit though, and we can clean up your head before we start talking.”

Watching him disappear to what you presume is the bathroom, you look back at the glass of water before taking a sip, which turns into two, and then two more gulps to finish it off.

As you set down the glass, you see Matsukawa return with a small kit and wet cloth, taking a seat next to you before cleaning up your wound. You bite your lip at the stinging sensation, staying still as he finishes up with a bandaid.

His hand is warm against your forehead, and you try not to let your mind linger on that fact.

“So, where should we start?” you ask, watching him pack up the kit and setting it on the coffee table. He hums, leaning back and throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

“I can start,” he proposes. “I’m a demon, as you already guessed. Was born, if you could call it that, about the same time you were probably born. I never really liked the idea of stealing human energy solely to grow powerful, so I aged slower and stayed under the radar to avoid getting killed by hunters.”

“And how’d you do that?” you ask, because you have to admit, he did a great job hiding his presence the past three years you’ve known him.

Something was always off about him, ever since the day you met him in your first year, where Hanamaki excitedly introduced you to his new teammates.

“Oh, I’m an incubus,” he says offhandedly. “Most of our kind usually don’t stand out in the first place, and it’s much easier for us to mask our scent and blend in with humans.”

“An…incubus? As in, the demons that…” you trail off, realization hitting you like a truck and it hits harder when you see Matsukawa smile.

“C’mon, you can finish that sentence, you’re a big girl,” Matsukawa teases, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks.

“You gain energy from sex.”

“Bingo.”

It takes your mind a moment to process and remember what you’ve learned about incubi. You haven’t encountered one before, to be honest, and you recall that they, as well as succubi, were the rarer types of demons to exist.

Most demons didn’t have a developed sense of consciousness, merely driven by their hunger for more energy, to gain more power with no other purpose.

You’re piecing things together because, yes, it makes sense now how he is so human despite being a demon, how he can retain a human form and not a monstrous blob, and–

“Wait a minute–then, who have you been having sex with–” you shut up the moment the question tumbles out, and Matsukawa laughs again, a deep, hearty laugh that leaves you absolutely humiliated.

“Wow, asking about my sex life already?”

A slap to his arm gets another laugh out of him. You have no doubt he’s enjoying teasing you.

“But, really. It was me and Makki, for a bit,” he says earnestly, and you let out a noise of surprise, but he doesn’t stop there. “No, we didn’t fuck or anything, before you jump to conclusions. We made out and stuff. But lately he’s been talking to that one girl in class 3-B, so we called it off–just a few days ago, actually.”

You feel a headache coming on.

First off, you’re definitely going to Makki and probing him about whatever fling he had with Matsukawa because how dare he not tell you about it.

Second–

“How are you still so powerful if you’ve been just living off…what you have–no, had with Hiro? What are you going to do now?”

“Well, that’s the thing, little hunter,” he mumbles, leaning back. “I used most of my energy on getting rid of those demons earlier, so I’m exhausted.”

You take a moment to mull over his words, and that’s when you realize how there are dark circles beneath his eyes, which was definitely not there before when he first helped you up.

“And it’s not like I’m going to go out and just go to anyone,” he continues after a moment. “I just want to live my life as normal as I can. ”

Whatever unsettled feeling you had in your stomach before is replaced by guilt. You’ve never…communicated with a demon before, and never did you think that they’d have such honest emotions and desires to be human.

“You really don’t want to harm anyone?”

“No,” Matsukawa responds, seriously. “I want to keep all of them safe: Makki, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, all of them.”

“You’re a traitor to your own kind.”

“And I’ll continue being one, if it means I can live as normal as I can.”

You stare at him, looking at his hooded, dark eyes to see if there is any hint of deceit. As suspicious as you were of him, you can’t help but believe him. And what would that do, killing a demon who just wanted a normal life, a demon who was also a dear friend to many?

Hiro would be devastated.

“I’m sorry,” you begin, and Matsukawa’s eyes widen, not at all expecting the apology. “All this time, I thought demons were…evil. But if you’re being honest, then who am I to kill you when you’re just trying to live a normal life?”

“Well, I’m glad that we’ve come to a truce,” Matsukawa says. “Thank you. Didn’t think all you hunters were fine with us, but I really do appreciate that you’re letting me live–I have no doubt you could kill me, even now.”

That makes the both of you chuckle, but soon after, a tired sigh escapes Matsukawa, and you see him close his eyes, and you’re suddenly reminded that he exhausted most of his energy saving your ass.

Perhaps it was obligation, perhaps it was curiosity, but–

Something burns inside you.

The words escape your lips before you can reel them back in, and you’re instantly mortified right as they leave your lips.

“If you need energy, then why not with me?”

You're staring at your hands that are folded on your lap, your entire form tense as you realize what exactly you just offered to him. Silence follows. No laughter, no rejection, no movement.

“Of course, you don’t have to agree–”

“You sure?”

Raising your head to meet his gaze, you’re frozen by the hungry look that he has in his eyes, darkened with an unfamiliar feeling that makes you shiver. You think you see red flash in his eyes.

“I…I owe you for saving me today,” you force out. “And if this helps you maintain your power, then we can maybe… work together to keep everyone safe.”

“I’m asking you again, are you sure?” he says, voice low, making a shiver crawl up your spine as he pushes himself up with his elbow, leaning closer to you.

“I’m sure,” you confirm, swallowing down any hesitation as you face him directly.

He surveys you, closing his eyes and chuckling a bit before he grins, amused.

“Thank you for the meal, little hunter.”

In an instant, he’s next to you, his breath ghosting over your ear, and you jolt in shock and at the sudden heat that runs through your veins. He’s leaning over you, trapping you with his arms and you gulp nervously, letting out a soft noise as his tongue trails along the curve of your ear before he moves further down, licking a stripe up your neck.

“You know, I always thought you were cute,” he mumbles into your skin. “I was surprised when Makki wasn’t into you, but that’s fine, it worked out perfectly in the end.”

His lips latch on, sucking gently, and you moan softly at the foreign touch, absolutely embarrassed at the way he easily makes you melt.

In the midst of warmth, you vaguely feel his large hands trail down your body, before they grasp at your hips and—

“There we go,” Matsukawa praises as he flips you so you’re straddling his lap, your crotch right over his—

“I’ve never done this before,” you blurt out in nervousness, because you most definitely feel his growing bulge through the thin layer of your own underwear.

“That’s ok. We don’t have to go that far,” Matsukawa answers instantly, calming your nerves just a little. “I can get energy from giving, too. Not just receiving.”

One of his hands finds its place on the back of your head, tangling with your hair as he looks up at you, wanting, hungry.

“May I?”

A small nod is all you can muster.

“Tell me properly, little hunter,” he whispers, and you feel a hot flush crawl up your neck.

“Yes, I… kiss me, please,” you mumble out quietly, looking away, and he chuckles.

“As you wish.”

The hand behind your head presses down softly, leading you so your lips are just mere centimeters away from his before he closes that distance.

Soft.

His lips are so soft against yours, his warmth enveloping yours and you hold your breath, clumsy, unfamiliar with this dance. If he notices your inexperience, he makes no comment on it, looking up at you with hooded eyes and licking his lips as he leans back.

“Not so bad, right?”

An affirmative hum escapes you as a pleasant feeling tingles along your skin and further down, and the feelings of embarrassment fade away, replaced with your desires for more.

When you open your eyes, you immediately find yourself looking back at red ones, and you watch as his horns appear from the curls of his hair once more. Upon closer look, they're sleek black, equal ridges traveling up to the very tip that curls slightly.

His lips curve into a smirk that makes you feel smaller, but another part of you wants to wipe that smug look off his face so you lean back in, crashing your lips onto his with a sudden feeling of confidence that surges through you.

You jolt from the sudden feeling of his tongue as it teases your own, and you have to prevent every ounce of your demon hunter instincts from biting it as he explores your mouth.

You focus on Matsukawa, his lips, his hair under your fingers, his hands on your waist, his bulge pressing up against your wet sex.

Fuck , his tongue swipes against yours and you falter, leaning forward when he backs away, a satisfied quirk of the lips. His hand trails to cup your cheek, dipping his thumb into your open, waiting mouth, and you swirl your tongue around.

“Ah, I forgot to mention my spit has some…aphrodisiac properties. But you seem to be enjoying it.”

Your head is fuzzy, eyes glazed as a string of saliva connects you with his thumb as he pulls it away from your mouth. You’re too gone to care about your pride, and the pleasant buzz you feel blurs all your morals.

You don’t even realize that you’re moving your hips, grinding against his growing bulge that makes you nervous and…

Excited.

Something flares inside your chest at the realization.

You don’t know how long it lasts, your tongue dancing with his, hands roaming, exploring everything he had to offer you and you for him. It’s dark by the time he finally pulls away, gently tugging you off his lap as a string of saliva connects your lips to his.

“Thank you,” he says your name, making you whimper, leaning forward to chase after his lips. “You’ve done more than enough for me today. I look forward to working with you, little hunter.”

He licks his lips, and with the little reasoning left in your head, you can’t help but realize how you’re absolutely under his spell.

–

The next few days are strange.

Strange in that, you notice Matsukawa more than usual. On occasion, you would see him with Hanamaki as he greets you when lunch period starts, or when he gets out of volleyball practice with everyone.

Although, something changes after that particular day and you see him in passing as you eat lunch with your classmates, when you head to the restroom, or even when you take some papers to the teacher’s office. He’s just always somewhere in your peripheral vision, intentional or not, as if watching over you from a distance.

Hell, you make eye contact with him where he’s seated out in the courtyard with the other boys and you just so happen to look outside for a brief moment while you’re on cleaning duty.

When he smirks up at you with a wink, you feel warmth spread across your cheeks, suddenly reminded of…

All the events of that day rewind in your head within the span of ten seconds and you grip your broom tighter.

That fucking demon.

Your classmates ask what has you so flustered and you can only sigh and rub at your cheeks, hoping to wipe away the brightening red.

You hope they don’t notice how you squeeze your thighs together ever so slightly.

It doesn’t help that as the next few weeks go by, even your childhood friend notices your not-so-subtle change, and unfiltered as he is, he immediately jumps on it.

“So, you and Mattsun, huh?”

“What?”

You raise an eyebrow at his suggestive tone, and he takes it as a sign to continue, waving around his milk carton.

“Don’t pretend– you and him have been talking more, out of the blue too! And he’s not very discrete, I saw him looking at you a few times,” he mock-whispers to you. “Did something happen? Should I be happy? Or maybe even worried?”

“Neither,” you grumble, because Hanamaki most definitely misunderstands the entire situation but you can’t exactly clear it up. “We just started talking ever since we bumped into each other a few days ago. There’s nothing more.”

“Hm.” He’s looking at you with his usual stare, and you don’t even look up from the worksheet. “If you say so. I’m glad you guys are getting along better.”

You look up to meet Hanamaki’s gaze, but from the corner of your eye, you see Matsukawa chatting with some other students in the hallway, locking eyes with you before sending you a knowing smile.

Getting along is one way to put it, that’s for sure.

Just a few hours after that conversation with Hiro, you find yourself pushed up against the wall of the boy’s volleyball club room, moaning softly as he peppers open-mouthed kisses down your neck and grinds his thigh up against your sex.

“Ah–Don’t you dare leave any marks,” you gasp, shamelessly moving your hips for more friction against him.

“Or else what?”

His teasing voice has you throwing your head back, and the trails of his saliva burn deliciously along your neck. Matsukawa’s hands trail up your waist before they cup your tits, squeezing playfully.

You have no retort for him, opting to quiet down – practice is soon, and he has dragged you into the lesser-used clubroom to “recharge.” There’s a chance that anyone from the team could come in, knowing your terrible luck, and the thought makes you both humiliated and excited, to your horror.

“Just a little more,” he mumbles into your skin, and you’re lost in his dance, brain turning to mush as heat overwhelms you. You’re half frustrated as Mattsun refuses to go any further, edging you on and bringing you so close to your peak before pulling away.

He lets you go, letting you stand on your feet before leading you towards one of the plastic chairs, sitting, before tugging on your waist so you sit in his lap, back against his chest.

“What are you—”

“Shh, not too loud,” he whispers, licking at the shell of your ear before nibbling at it, as his hands unbutton your blouse. You don’t even stop him, grasping at his forearms as you feel the fabric of your shirt pull away.

“Open your eyes.”

You don’t even realize you have closed them. You crack open your eyes, as he commands, and you see yourself through the full-length mirror that’s hung near the empty lockers. Your blouse is opened, revealing your bra, and one of his hands is lifting up your skirt, legs spread and revealing the soaked patch through your panties as they rub against his bulge.

“Such a cute little slut, don’t you think?”

Locking your eyes with his through the reflection, you turn red at the sight of his smirk, and when his tongue darts out to lick the shell of your ear, you throw your head further back, shivering under his touch. A hand travels up your torso, and you squirm at the ticklish feeling, before letting out a choked moan as soon as he cups one of your tits, squeezing playfully, before pushing your bra up with his hand. His finger teases your nipple, pinching it gently and eliciting more muffled moans out of your pretty lips.

His hips grind up to match your own movements, and he hums, his hand on your hip trailing down to your clothed sex, rubbing small circles at your clit. It makes your hips jolt, shaking as they try to match his pace and he lets out a chuckle against your ear.

“Wait–I’m–”

“Go ahead, cum.” His low whisper tips you over the edge, heat bursting in your gut as you cum against his fingers. The fuzz of your orgasm fills your brain and you’re boneless against Mattsun, who lifts his fingers to his mouth, and you hear him suck on them.

He sits you down on one of the chairs before he fixes his uniform, and you’re sitting there, dazed, the scent of Matsukawa lingering in your nose, his taste still upon your tongue.

More, more, more.

Matsukawa looks back at you, a satisfied smile on his lips.

“Practice is starting so you won’t have to worry about anyone coming in anytime soon. I’ll meet you after?”

You hum, not trusting your words to come out. He grins, leaning down to peck your lips one last time.

“Good girl.”

A promise is a promise, but you don’t know how you can keep going with his teases.

That fucking demon.

–

For the most part, the doubled power makes your patrols much easier, and you feel better about going out without pushing yourself to the edge. Matsukawa’s powers aren’t the strongest, objectively speaking, but the extra hand and cooperation makes your strength combined something to fear. The areas that you’ve left to simmer and grow are much more maintained, and you’re able to make good progress that even the priest comments on when you visit him occasionally.

Of course, you don’t tell him about your partnership. You’re not sure if it would be received well, and you’re not willing to take that leap.

It continues like this for awhile, and you can finally catch up on sleep, even getting a thumbs-up of approval from Hanamaki when he sees you more lively than usual.

But…

There’s something darker in the air today.

It had been a few weeks since you’d nearly met your end. Most areas have lightened up in terms of activity, but for some reason, you feel a chill in your bones that makes you uneasy all day. Matsukawa must have also felt it, glancing at you with worry in his brow.

It’s overcast, and you smell the incoming rain as you tug on your coat, pulling the hood over your eyes as you walk past some high schoolers heading home. Matsukawa is unbothered, merely looking over and nodding to them as they pass.

Practice was canceled a little earlier than usual, so you decided to take an alternate route that goes a bit further from your usual patrol while it was still evening. Rain begins to fall, splattering on the pavement at your feet, and you sigh annoyed. Mattsun breathes out of his nose, a soft exhale as he looks up to the sky. Suddenly–

He stops, whirling around to face the end of the street you two are crossing.

“Get ready.”

“What?”

Your question is answered too soon.

Something crashes, and you jump in surprise, losing your balance as the ground trembles beneath you. Matsukawa catches you, holding you steady, eyes glued to the particles that center together at the end of the street, forming together into a dark blob and taking shape.

It’s downright ugly and terrifying, exuding such malice and rage that has you stepping back. The demons you’ve dealt with before are absolute small fry compared to his massive size and aura.

“What is that?” you shout over its screeching and Matsukawa grimaces.

“A goliath,” he says, a little too calm in your opinion. “Said to be servants of the underworld, or something. I think they consume other small demons, just for energy.”

It roars, a large arm protruding from its back and you recoil in disgust. It is, by far, the largest demon you’ve encountered up until now, and you have no doubt it’s the strongest.

“Ok, well, what the hell is it doing here?” you yell at Matsukawa, who jumps back at the sudden tremor it emits.

“No idea!” he shouts back at you. “Be careful!”

There’s not much room for you and Matsukawa to fight–the street is narrow, and the beast in front of you nearly takes up the whole width. You keep your distance, making sure you’re not in its reach as you launch a few talismans toward it, maneuvering them so they cover its body. Matsukawa approaches it, launching his own attacks as he weaves between each swing of its ugly limbs.

It’s slower than you imagined, and you think as long as you keep your distance, it should be fine–

Dark static flicks off its skin before it explodes in an instant, shooting uncontrollably before it bursts wildly, covering the ground and traveling towards you.

“Watch out!”

You’re shoved to the ground, watching a strike pierce through Matsukawa, in midair as he jumps right where you were.

“Matsukawa”

You see him go down, blood splattering against the asphalt with a sickening sound as his body hits the pavement, hard. Anger fills you with red, and you cast most of your talismans towards the demon, binding it tightly with your power as it screams. It’s stunned for a moment, disoriented as it recovers, but you take the time to run towards Matsukawa, who’s struggling to get up onto his knees, blood dripping from his torso, washing away on the asphalt with the rain.

“Let’s get you out of the way,” you say hurriedly, throwing his arm over your shoulders and dragging him to an alleyway. “Don’t move, you’ll open your wound up.”

As soon as you set him down, the demon screeches, an ear-piercing sound that makes both of you falter.

Demons aren’t perfect. They’ll die with enough damage, and you do so, dwindling down their health with continued attacks, moving constantly to avoid its electricity.

Left, right, under–jump!

You can barely catch your breath as you dodge its movements, careful of where you end up. A screech erupts from its head, piercing your ears, and you take the moment to send more binding charms, tying its limbs together and buying you time .

It struggles, and just as you’re about to blast it with more of your attacks–

A large burst of energy shoots at him from behind you, slicing the goliath’s head off with a clean schuck!

It thuds to the ground, lifelessly, and you’re gasping for air, falling on your ass as it rolls just a few feet away from you.

Matsukawa is peeking around the corner of the alleyway, leaning against the wall as he sends out that last burst of power before he’s sliding down, falling against the brick wall. Without hesitation, you hurry over to him, nearly tripping over your own unsteady feet as you crouch beside him.

Blood spreads across his clothes, a pool of red that makes your hands shake because it’s just so much blood, demon or not. Your eyes flicker up to his, dull and unfocused as they glance up at you.

You tug up his shirt, trying hard to ignore him flinching out of pain to see a deep gash across his stomach, one that curled around his torso, and you have no doubt it probably pierced through him.

The first thing your mind goes to is—

You smash your lips on his.

You taste copper.

He yelps a little at the sudden force, and you cup his cold cheeks with your hands, kissing him deeply.

There’s not an ounce of shame because you’re saving his goddamn life right now . He’s quick to respond, kissing back and groaning against your lips, and in a few moments, his wound is gradually closing up, his blood-coated skin patching itself together.

When you back away, he winces, looking down at his wound, blood and spit smudged against his lips, and you have no doubt that you look the same.

Shit , you think to yourself, feeling a wave of warmth hit you suddenly. And it’s different today because you just want more for once. Perhaps it’s the adrenaline, perhaps it’s because you almost lost him. You’re tired of constantly being edged by him, when you know he could give you so much more, that you could give him so much more.

“Your place is close, let’s get out of the rain.”

Curse Matsukawa for his height. He easily towers over you, and it makes it ten times harder for you to properly support him as he leans against you, his arm thrown over your shoulders as you weave through back alleys, slowly making your way to his apartment. It doesn’t help that the rain hasn’t let up, drenching both of you.

He’s lost a lot of blood, and you’ve been trying to keep him conscious with little success, as he keeps blinking in and out. By the time you’re at his front door, he’s awake enough to dig through his pockets and give you the key with a shaky hand.

There’s blood on it, and you wipe it away with your thumb as you jam it into the keyhole, quickly twisting and opening the door, stepping into the hallway and navigating to his room.

You kick open his door, feeling your strength falter at the sight of his bed and with one last burst, you unceremoniously drop him on top of his covers. He lets out a grunt and laughs a bit under his breath.

“How romantic,” he chokes out, and he rolls onto his back painfully, groaning as he twists his body, mindful of his healing wound.

“Shut up,” you mutter, taking off your coat and kicking off your shoes, slamming the door closed after a moment. Taking in a breath, you steel yourself before you lean on the bed, one knee first, before you swing your leg over his, straddling his lap.

Without any warning, you lean in, kissing him, grinding your hips down on his. You moan against his mouth and–

“Let’s do it, this time, c’mon,” you moan out impatiently, nipping at Matsukawa’s neck as he grabs your hips, tight enough you’re sure you’ll be bruised by the end of it.

“You sure?” he asks softly, lacking his usual teasing lilt, and you nod.

“I’m sure,” you reassure him, looking him dead in the eye, watching as his horns grow out. “I’m saving your life and I’ve wanted to do this with you for a long time. I think it’s a win for both of us.”

He grins, pained, but absolutely ecstatic, as if he’s won the lottery.

“You’re telling me we could have done this earlier?”

“Stop talking and we can get right to it, you dumbass.”

And you can’t stop the curse that leaves your mouth when he flips you over, trapping you under his arms. He tugs off your shirt and your pants, kissing you before you reach up to return the favor. His torso is red, but there’s no longer open flesh that makes you sigh in relief.

At the sight of you bare to him, he leans back, admiring the view and whistling as his eyes trail down your body.

“Can’t believe I went slow with you when you’ve wanted this too,” he comments, leaning to press kisses against the inside of your thigh before he leaves a long kiss on a spot and bites hard . You yelp at the sudden pain, gripping at his hair as he licks his new mark, thighs trembling as he continues to mark you up.

His fingers reach up, hooking under your panties before—

Rip!

“Hey!”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says, uninterested, eyes locked onto your cunt instead. “You’re so fucking wet—and all for me.”

He swipes a finger up your leaking pussy, earning a yelp from you and he brings it to his lips, sucking on it

“Sweet,” he whispers. “Didn’t think you’d taste so good, and it’s all mine .” He leans down, spitting on your cunt before licking a long stripe at your folds as you keen, your hands once again finding purchase in his wet hair, tugging at his curls as he makes a mess of you. Your back arches as his tongue flicks at your clit, swirling around it before thrusting in, wanting to taste all of you. His fingers make their way beside their tongue, and he’s pleasantly surprised with how you take one, two fingers, then three as you sing so beautifully.

Your eyes are glazed over, purely lost in pleasure and everything is so hot and you just want his cock so bad and—

It’s coming it’s coming I’m coming—

“Issei!”

The cry of his name makes him smile against you, as you're suddenly hit with a mind-numbing orgasm, back arching and body trembling against his mouth as he continues to coax more you have to offer him. Coming down from your high, you’re far from satiated, still feeling the wanting burn deep in your gut.

You don’t notice him taking off the rest of his clothes until you feel him press up against you. He pushes up your legs, your thighs pressing against your stomach as he leans close and folds you to his will.

He’s huge, you realize, and you’re not sure if he’ll fit, feeling its weight as the head of his cock kisses your pussy. You jerk at the feeling of him rubbing his length against your wet folds, his eyes trained on the way his cock glistens against your wet cunt, slapping it once, twice against it.

As if reading your mind, he offers a reassuring smile, squeezing your thigh.

“Tell me if you need me to go slower,” he says. “Last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

You nod deliriously, moving your hips and rubbing against his length, urging him to hurry up. He finally obliges, pushing in slowly, and you let out a broken moan, clawing at his arms as he groans, sinking into your heat inch by inch.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts, and he listens to your breathing, waiting for any indication of pain before he keeps going until he bottoms out, hips flush against your ass.

You’re just big, you want to retort, but you can’t even form words, choking on your spit as you feel so full, turning lightheaded at the feeling of his cock stretching you out wide. He’s holding back, biting his lip and a furrow in his brow as he lets you adjust, barely able to control himself.

He’s careful, his calculating gaze roaming over your face as you focus on leveling your breathing, letting yourself relax before–

“Issei,” you moan, “Move, move. ”

He wastes no time, starting slow and experimentally he moves his hips, pulling out of you until the tip of his cock is inside you before he snaps his hips, making you scream as he buries himself to the hilt once more. The bed frame creaks with each thrust, and you whimper, his cock reaching depths that even you weren’t aware of, your walls fluttering around him.

You chant his name, lost in pleasure and Issei knows you’re long gone, completely undone by his cock and his punishing rhythm. He shifts, leaning down to swallow up your moans, tasting you, relishing in your sweet, sweet flavor as you cross your legs behind his back, bringing him closer, deeper inside.

“Let me cum in you,” he grunts out, not slowing down as his dark eyes stare at you and you feel as if he’ll devour you. “Make a contract with me, I’ll be yours, little hunter, just say the word, and I’ll give you my all.”

“Please!” You cry out, nails digging into his back as you hold on for dear life. “Cum inside, I’m yours, I’m yours—“

Your words flow out of you as the knot in your stomach builds quicker as Issei’s unrelenting pace seemingly gets faster and faster.

“Issei, ‘sei, please, please more—faster!”

“Fuck!” he curses, feeling you tighten up around him. “Gonna cum inside your pretty fucking pussy—”

He pushes as far as he can inside you before he stills, moaning against your shoulder as you feel yourself reach your peak, clenching around his cock.

Something warm burns in your abdomen, and you look down dazedly, seeing Issei’s cock buried deep inside you and a strange symbol etched on your skin, just below your belly button. Your hazy mind barely registers the shape, feeling it tingle along your skin.

You feel yourself twitch as he pulls out, a small moan escaping you as you feel his cum leak out of you. He collapses beside you, absolutely spent, and you turn to look at him, brushing a hand through his messy hair.

“Are you ok?”

“Now I am. Thank you, master .”

“Wha– What do you mean?” you ask, flustered, and he laughs, grabbing your hand against his cheek and squeezing it before he trails down to your stomach. His thumb brushes over the mark, and he opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue for you and the same mark is drawn on it.

A contract.

“I’m your familiar now. So, please, treat me well,” he says your name, voice deep with want. The coil in your gut tightens, and you meet his red-eyed gaze. His lips meet yours, and you yelp when his fingers find your tit, pinching lightly. “I’ll treat you well, too.”

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I Don't Like You | Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader!

Word count: 5,462

Relationships: Hanamaki Takahiro x reader (enemies to...) Oikawa Tooru x reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x reader and Matsukawa Issei x reader (all platonic)

Another day, another class, another occasion for Hanamaki Takahiro to disrupt it with the ruckus he and his best friend Matsukawa had going on at the back of the classroom. You rolled your eyes.

You’ve known the strawberry blonde ever since middle school. He was slightly popular with being on the volleyball team and everyone saw some sort of charisma in him that you failed to appreciate. To you, he was just a class clown who liked attention. An insufferable, dumb jock.

Then you were first year highschoolers. You almost cried while you read the lists of your assigned homerooms when you stumbled upon his name. One thing was just bearing with him in the hallways, but now he was your classmate?

“Sorry, my bad. Dude, stop fucking pushing me.” He absentmindedly apologized to you as his dark haired friend nudged him to make way to the front line before the bulletin board.

“How?” You heard Iwaizumi exclaim.

“Did you two bribe the principal or something?” Oikawa chuckled. “How is it that you ended up in the advanced courses?”

“What? What are you talking about? We wouldn’t be so dumb to do that.”

“Well, apparently you aren’t as dumb as to not make it into first class.”

“No wonder we couldn’t find ourselves anywhere else.”

“I heard the advanced English teacher is hell.” some other student said, and they picked it up.

“Oi, is that true?” Matsukawa asked warily.

“A lot of people have said that. They said a lot of upperclassmen used to complain about her.”

“But-But these are optional right? You can change to regular classes if you don’t like where they placed you.” Hanamaki asked not so confident.

“Sure. But you can validate these as college courses. If you plan to go.” Hajime explained. “You should give it a try either way.”

“If by midterms you’re failing you could switch up. Or find a tutor.” Oikawa advised.

“How is it that you’ve been in advanced courses all this time? Honestly, I never saw you as the smart type outside of a volleyball court.” Oikawa was triggered and offended, to say the least.

“FYI, I’m very smart. Also I work hard and that pays off.” He adjusted his glasses.

“And y/n has saved his ass countless times.” Added Iwaizumi knowingly.

“Y/n?” Hanamaki asked curiously, “That name rings a bell. Is it that nerdy girl with glasses who makes out everyone else is stupid and thinks she’s hot shit?”

“No. How dare you confuse my sweet y/n with that meanie. She’s bitter because y/n always beats her and is first in our class. Wait, there she is. Y/n-chan!” Oikawa called out to you and Hanamaki followed his gaze ‘til he met a girl: average height, long, wavy black hair, cinnamon kissed skin, full lips, small nose and dark eyes. You smiled at Oikawa and at Iwaizumi who was by his side. But when your eyes landed on him and Mattsun you became serious.

“Huh. Smart, pretty too. But, ” Matsukawa said, looking at you as you made your way over to them. “she looks quite scary.”

“She can be.” Iwaizumi agreed, “but she’s good.”

“How is a shrimp scary?” Hanamaki snorted, making fun of his friends.

“Who are you calling shrimp, My Melody?” you bit back.

“Oh.” Yeah, Mattsun still found you scary.

“Just so you know, that’s a compliment.” He smirked at you. “Bad bitches look good in pink.”

“Okaaay off to a rough start I see.” Oikawa made a survey of the situation. “Y/n, you’re making me look bad.”

“Huh, I thought that was just how you looked.” Iwaizumi pondered, making you laugh. Okay, she laughs, Makki thought.

Oikawa glared at his spiky haired best friend “Whatever.” He plastered a smile on his face addressing you, “I wanted to officially present to you some new classmates.” He gestured towards the duo, “Meet-“

“Hanamaki Takahiro.” He cut Oikawa off.

“Matsukawa Issei.” followed the tall, black haired boy, throwing an arm over the former’s shoulders.

“Oh I know you two.”

“Keeping tabs about us?”

“Rather staying clear of you.”

“Tōru, I think your friend chose to be sour today.”

��I… Hope we can get along. Someday.” Matsukawa said awkwardly.

Back to the present, you were now in your last semester as second years and to your surprise he’d managed to stay in the group - barely making it yet somehow- and you still thought the same way about him.

“Is there something you two want to share with the class, Mr. Hanamaki and Mr. Matsukawa?”

“Uh, not really, sir. You see, this is a private conversation.” Takahiro answered, gesturing between Mattsun and himself.

“Then why don’t you take your private conversation to somewhere more private, like the principal’s office?” The teacher said.

“I wouldn’t want to bother the principal, sir.” You noticed how the rest of the class held back their smiles. Your teacher sighed, asking for patience from the heavens to deal with a brat.

“Alright. I'll humor you too. In fact, class, thanks to Hanamaki you’re all to hand over the exercises from pages 67 to 72 in their entirety. They’ll be part of your grade for a surprise test.” If anyone had a trace of a smile on their face it had vanished now, and the entire class erupted in complaints, some throwing nasty looks at the culprit, remarkably his other two friends. Iwaizumi and Oikawa turned on their seats and muttered something to him.

“Nice job, dumbass.”

You gathered your things when the teacher dismissed the class. In fact, you just had to review your notes and the material from your textbook. You had already done the exercises from the workbook in advance, given that March was approaching and with it your finals. You had tons of homework assigned already, and you didn’t like to pile them up.

“Y/n-chan.” You heard his singsong voice. Almost everyone had left the room besides the four volleyball team players and you. The teacher had held Makki and Matssun back to reprimand them.

“Let me guess. You want the answers to the exercises.” You told Oikawa knowingly.

“I don’t think the answers will be enough.” Oikawa grimaced. “I would like to understand what he’s talking about if he’s going to make us pass a test.”

You smiled a bit amused, “So, study session?”

“Of course! Have I told you you’re an angel?

“Yes, you have. Every time you use flattery to make up for what you asked.” Iwaizumi looked at him disgustingly.

“I don’t know, she seems more like a demon to me.” Hanamaki shared as he walked over to the rest of you, Matsukawa following him.

You glared at him before dismissing his comment and addressing Iwaizumi, “You’re joining?”

“Uh- Sure. I could use a little help too.” He gave you a small smile, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Oh you’re making a study group?” Mattsun asked, interested. Makki wished he could take back his latest comment. While Oikawa saw the opportunity and grasped it. Hajime saw his intentions clear in the brunette’s eyes.

‘Oh, yes! It’s perfect. Why don’t we all study together?” He suggested. It was a great plan where you could sort things out with both class and Hanamaki. It was hard for him that his friends didn’t get along -for whatever the reason was- when you spent most of your days together during class and rather often outside. He could try to make Makki be a little gentler with you and if he managed to convince Hajime to do the same with you he was sure it’ll work out.

“Uh I don’t know…” you looked over indiscreetly at Hanamaki.

Makki was about to respond “Wait. Me? With you?” He made a face. As much as he could use your help he’d rather die on the spot than asking you. But Tooru kicked him slightly, making him yelp in surprise, stopping him from finishing whatever he planned to say. “Okay, okay. If you don’t mind.” He muttered throwing foul looks at Oikawa.

It was Monday, the volleyball club’s day of rest, so the group walked together straight to your house when school was over. You walked ahead with Iwaizumi, the air still cold in the mid February twilight. Your cheeks were turning slightly rosy, and you could see your breath when you exhaled. You wished you had brought your scarf.

As you all agreed to stop at a coffee shop, Oikawa threw a look at Makki and gestured something before he left with Hajime to order. He didn’t understand what the former wanted, “What?” he mouthed.

Tooru almost groaned. This is why girls say chivalry is dead.

Matsukawa picked up the message instead. “Here.” He said, getting your attention. Taking off his black scarf, he didn’t lose time to gently place it around your neck, not giving you any time to protest nor reject his gesture.

“Thanks.” You welcomed in the warmth the soft fabric brought, and Mattsun took that as a win. Sure, he’d felt that during the past months you had at least become acquaintances and had been polite to each other. Things between you weren’t as hostile as when it came to Hanamaki, who finally rolled his eyes as he understood what the brunette meant. He’d lost the opportunity. Mattsun gave him a sorry look, but soon Makki brushed it off. Why did he have to be nice to you when you were the one who acted like you had a stick up your ass every time you were around him? He never did anything to you.

“We’’ll go to my room so as not to disrupt my parents.”

“Is your mom home? I'd like to greet her.” Your mom had already met Oikawa by the countless times he’d been over. She loved him and needless to say she would plan your wedding if you so much as told her you liked him. But to her dismay you were just friends. Your dad didn’t like him though. He said pretty boys like him must be looking to break your heart. Also Tooru was scared of him.

“She’ll be here later.” You told him as you guided them through the hallway and to your room.

“Would like to know where she gets her attitude from.” Makki said under his breath.

“Oikawa would say from his dad because he doesn’t like him.” Hajime confided and they snickered, making fun of the brunette.

Tooru sneezed, then turned to both of them at the same time you did, “What are you two going on about?”

“Nothing.”

You had gone out of the room for a moment, telling the boys to make themselves comfortable, feeling a little mortified to let into your house and into your room a boy you supposedly hated his guts.

Oikawa jumped in your bed while Iwaizumi got your desk chair, and Mattsun sat on a bean bag chair on the floor. Hanamaki inspected your room, seeing several posters of your favorite musicians, a CD player laying on your bed that Oikawaa had grabbed, bookshelves, drawings on top of your desk, pictures - Mostly of landscapes but there were also family pictures . He recognized you with Iwaizumi and Tooru on a couple -, some paintings on the wall and some on the floor waiting to be hanged.

“It’s a nice bedroom.” he commented, and everything was going fine, until he opened his mouth again, “I remember this girl that took me over to her place and she had this collection of creepy porcelain dolls on one big shelf that covered the wall opposite her bed. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get i-”

“Okay,” you came back in time to cut him off, carrying another bean bag chair in for him, “Thanks for the compliment on my room but I don’t need to hear that.”

“Right. Sorry. Forgot you probably have never gotten laid, or either kissed someone.”

“Ugh, Makki, please shut the fuck up.” Oikawa shook his head and Hajime brushed a hand down his face. He was unbelievable.

“Not that is any of your business, but I do have kissed someone.” You said calmly as you took your notebooks out of your bag and sat next to Oikawa.

“That’s a shocker. Who?” He said, plopping down on the chair as he finished his tea.

“Why do you care?” You raised a brow and Oikawa smiled down at his hands. In any other moment he would be harassing you about the subject in question to know but he was being real quiet.

“I don’t but since you’re dropping information like that you could just share the whole thing.” He shrugged. “Does he go to Seijoh too?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And what?”

He smirked, as if realizing something, “Nah, wait. Bet it was some weird ugly ass kid and that’s why you don’t want to tell.”

Now if he wasn’t able to speak, you four would’ve witnessed a miracle that evening, “Excuse you?! Who the hell you dare call ugly. If I may say I’m the prettiest male in the room.” Oikawa came clean and you smacked him right in his chest so hard he lost his breath for a moment.

“Oh great.” you muttered, a hand covering your face.

“No fucking way.” Makki started with a chuckle, staring at Oikawa incredulously.

“You didn’t know?!” Mattsun asked Iwaizumi given his expression.

Hajime shook his head, “No wonder you weren’t curious.”

“Really? This guy?” Matsukawa continued.

“What does that mean?” Oikawa whined.

“Fine. We were in middle school and were what? 15?”

“Yeah I had just turned 15. And you were still 13.” Oikawa smiled as he recalled.

“So you dated?”

“Not really. We’ve always been good friends. It just happened, everyone was doing it and we wanted to know what it was like.”

“We just figured at that moment that if we wanted to have our first kiss there wasn’t anyone better than us.” You chuckled, flustered. It was a little embarrassing, and you basically had forgotten what led you to this conversation.

“Wait, so,” Hanamaki kept in interrogation mode, “you haven’t kissed anyone else since him?”

“No.” you shook your head, “What are we doing? What am I doing? Grab your notes and let’s start studying.”

Spring brought new beginnings, a gentler breeze, slowly beginning to bid farewell to winter with soft sunny days and much livelier nights.

Your eyes captured the pretty pink veil made out of cherry blossom trees, which flowers rained down as their branches danced with the gusts of wind. It was very romantic walking under the pink snow.

Hanamaki was walking to school that morning when he saw you as he turned in the curve and got to the main road. He didn’t live far from your house, so sometimes - when he wasn’t late- he saw you. The couple of times you’d noticed him, you’d just nodded in acknowledgment and continued your way, walking with him just a few steps back. He wondered if he should greet you. Thinking about that time at your house it wasn’t that bad between you two. Hopefully you might think the same.

He debated with himself and at the end chose to go for it, words dying in his mouth when he saw you stop to take pictures. Makki wondered how many cherry blossoms were in your camera roll by now. He waited as to not interrupt you, and that’s when it happened. He saw you slip as you were about to resume walking, and before he knew it he was running to catch you, under the risk of slipping on the blossoms himself and breaking something.

You had screamed and closed your eyes tightly, accepting your fate, but the fall didn’t come. Instead, you felt a pair of arms engulfing you in a secure grip. You opened one of your eyes and were met with a worried Hanamaki looking down on you. “You okay?” Having not recovered your speech yet, you nodded hastily. Then, grinning, “Falling for me?”

“Shut up.” There it was. “Going to help me stand up?” you shrieked as he made it to let go of you while he laughed.

“You really thought I would drop you after all?” Some of the flowers had gotten on his hair. He did as you said when you just remained silent looking up at him and his smile, and got you back on both feet safely.

“You could’ve hurt yourself.” You said, avoiding looking at him.

“So you mean to say I was supposed to let you fall?” you shrugged and he scoffed. Makki took a look at you: your hair had gotten a bit messier, hands buried in the pockets of your jacket, expression serious and rosy cheeks. He wouldn’t lie, he thought you looked cute. “Or by any chance you’re worrying about me?”

“I’m not.” you quickly protested, frowning. “But I don’t want to be the reason you miss volleyball club.”

“Of course. It’s just that.” He raised a brow, amused as you nodded along. You still weren’t looking at him. “A “thank you” would’ve been enough for me.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome.” he smiled, pleased, but it quickly vanished as you turned to keep walking. “Wait, hey- Wait up!” He hurried to fall into step with you, careful not to slip, “We can walk to school together since we’re here.”

“No, thanks.” you spoke back to him.

“I thought we just had a moment back there.” he gave you a side look. “And back at your house you had to admit it wasn’t so bad.”

“Yeah, after I cut you off before you could talk about sex.”

“Jealous?”

“Ugh, this is what I’m talking about.” you stopped and turned to him, irritation clear on your voice and in your features. “You’re so unserious. “I’ll be surprised if you actually cared about something.”

A look crossed his eyes you couldn’t quite grasp. Did it actually hurt him what you said? No, whatever you said couldn’t possibly matter to him. You continued walking, thinking he wouldn’t say anything but then he spoke up, “Okay, you can think whatever you want. Even if you barely know me.”

When you reached the school gates, he spoke up again, “Honestly, I think you could be nice. Maybe if you weren’t so worried about everything and guarded all the time… I don’t know. I think you could use some unseriousness.” Then he went ahead, leaving you to take a deep breath to get your cool back and reflect on what he had just said.

Maybe… Maybe you’ve gone a little too far.

It was the day of the opening ceremony and you were about to begin your last year of high school.

“Oi! Sour Patch kid.” You heard him call you by that nickname he’d picked for you. Makki was waiting for you at the entrance of the hall. Ever since that conversation you had, your behaviour around him had improved. He wondered if it had something to do with whatever he might’ve said - he’d forgotten most of it by now-. But he wasn’t complaining, and neither were the rest of the boys. At least now you could stand in a room without throwing comments at each other. It was a sort of silent truce.

“Where are the others?” You asked, looking around for them. Still, it felt awkward to be left alone with him.

“Oikawa was held back somewhere by a bunch of girls and Hajime went to the rescue. Mattsun is saving our seats.” You nodded.

“They let you inside like that?” You signaled.

“Oh. That. We avoid the principal and the teachers.” He shrugged. He gave a step back and threw his hands up as you stepped over to him. “Woah, what the hell are you doing?”

“You could at least button up your shirt.” You started to fix it up for him under his nervous gaze. “And where is your tie?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t bring one.” He stuttered an answer and you shook your head.

You fixed his collar without it. “There. Looks much better now at least.” You smiled, satisfied with your work, until you looked up at him. He was staring at you intently. You hadn’t removed your hands from his shoulders.

“Sorry for being late!” Oikawa shouted and sighed as if he had been running for miles, breaking whatever spell you had fallen under and startling you both, “What were you two doing?”

“Waiting for you. What else?” You crossed your arms defensively.

“Did our homeroom teacher see you?” Iwaizumi said to Makki and snorted. “You look like a model student for once.”

When you three walked inside, Mattsun waved you over. “Makki, you look… pink. And I’m not talking about your hair.” He spoke to his best friend who was blushing furiously.

One of your new teachers had thought that by moving Makki to another seat far from Mattsun or the other boys she was doing something. What she didn’t know was that the strawberry blonde was capable of making conversation with almost anyone.

“From now on you’ll sit next to y/n.” Your eyes widened and you gave her a pleading look. She glanced at you understandingly yet you could see her asking for your cooperation. Mattsun looked dramatically devastated as Hanamaki grabbed his stuff and switched places with the boy beside you. Iwaizumi and Tooru looked at each other. Things were either very convenient or about to go to hell.

“Hello, partner.” He smiled at you while you merely gave him a look before turning your attention back to the lecture as the teacher took over where she had left. Hanamaki then attempted to start a conversation with the guys sitting behind you, yet they seemed a little apathetic. Turning to his side, his intentions were quickly discarded. No way in hell he was speaking to that Yui girl. So he propped his head in his hand as he tried to keep his attention on what the teacher was saying.

After she gave the instructions for the day’s class work, you started to complete it diligently. By your side, Makki looked over at the board, then back to his notebook, turning his pencil on his hand and back again. To be honest, he had no clue about what he was supposed to do, yet he gave it a go. You threw glances now and then to your right, and seeing him erase something for nearly like the tenth time, you spoke, “Do you need help?” Iwaizumi perked up at the sound of your voice and nudged Oikawa, pointing towards you two.

“Me? No. I’’m doing great. Easy.” Oikawa smacked himself on the face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just… Peachy.”

“Okay.” You went back to your notebook. Glancing around as lost as he was, he looked back again: notebook, board, you.

He sighed, “Okay, I lied.” he admitted, “ I could use a little help.”

You did the rest of the work together while you explained it to him. Makki swore no one had ever explained to him something as easy as you made it seem. Every day during that class you two worked seamlessly together, and needless to say everyone was surprised, and each time Hanamaki caught himself staring at you more. Noticing your small smiles, the small frown etched on your face as you focused, how you pushed your hair back from falling over your notebook until you gave up and tied it up in a messy bun instead, how you explained the things he didn’t understand.

One day during practice, Mattsun caught him staring at you while you chatted with Oikawa sitting on the benches. The setter had sprained his ankle and was out until he recovered. They had a practice match soon, so his mood wasn’t the best, but you keeping him company kept his thoughts from spiraling. He laughed at something you said, making you smile.

“You think Oikawa might like y/n?” Makki found himself asking as they practiced underhand passes.

Hajime, who had paired with Kyōtani and was beside them, snorted, “He’s simping over his girlfriend so that’s out of the question.”

“Didn’t they break up?” Mattsun asked.

“Almost. They’ve been arguing a lot lately.” Iwaizumi clarified, then turned to Makki, “Why do you ask anyway?”

“Unbelievable.” Matsukawa let the ball drop, “You like her.”

“Doesn’t she hate him?” Kyōtani brought up and the trio stared at him.

“Of course I don’t. That's ridiculous.” He brushed Matsukawa’s statement off as if it was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. “And you,” he pointed at Kentarō, “are wrong. We hate each other.”

“Oi! I’m still here and watching you all. Why are you stopping? Quit gossiping and get back to practice!” The captain yelled at them. “We have to crush Karasuno with or without me. But hopefully with me.” You shook your head as he smiled, pleased with simply the idea.

“Hate each other my ass.” Matsukawa called him out, “You’re always searching for her.”

“That’s not true.”

“So you fell for her but she hates you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Kyōtani.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Well things have gotten better between you two but I can’t say from her part.” Iwaizumi thought.

“Y/n/n,” Oikawa started, his demeanor changing all of a sudden, “Do you think I’m a shitty person?”

“What? Of course not!” you laughed, yet you were confused, “What made you even think that?”

“I don’t know.” He was looking down, fidgeting with his hands. Suddenly he resembled a little boy being lectured, “The way I act sometimes…”

“That doesn’t make you a shitty person, Tōru. It just makes you a human being.” you smiled at him even though he wasn’t looking at you, “And I don’t think you really hate Tobio or Ushijima. You two just have this rivalry and it’s because you care so much for what you do. Well that’s how I see it. You’re great, don’t let anyone make you believe you aren’t.”

He nodded, finally turning to look at you with a smile. “Do you know I love you?”

“I love you too, stupid.” You laughed as he threw himself at you and kissed your cheek, “Be careful.” Then he laid his head on your lap and you brushed his hair as he looked up at you. “How’s stuff with Aoi?” His girlfriend that clearly disliked you.

He sighed, “We’re back talking but… She’s being distant.” He feared she might break up with him after all. “But let’s not talk about that.”

“Then what?” you said expectantly.

“How about you and Makki?”

“What about him?” you looked over to the court and your eyes found him.

“You don’t seem to hate him as much.” He chose his words carefully.

“I don’t.” And that was what he called progress. “I still think he’s weird and a pain in the ass though.” But remember: don’t count your wins too soon.

“You’re not exactly the definition of normal.” you smacked him and he laughed.

“Neither are you.”

“Thanks.” . . . “But do you find him attractive?”

“What are you on now?” you said with a scandalous face that wasn’t not funny, but you were blushing. Oikawa took that as a yes.

“Nothing. I was just asking.”

“I don’t like him if that’s what you’re assuming. And I’m sure he doesn’t like me either.”

“Want me to ask him?”

“No. What for?”

Next morning, you were a sight (not in a good way). Somehow, Hanamaki Takahiro had made his way into your dreams, startling you awake in the dead of the night. After that, you tossed and turned but weren’t able to go back to sleep. Finally, you had lost it, you thought. You blamed Oikawa’s absurd questions.

“Are you okay?” The brunette dared to ask when he saw you, “You look a little…”

“You look terrible.” Hanamaki cut him off bluntly. You glared at both boys, and they backed off as you walked by over to your seat.

Iwaizumi smacked both on the back of their heads, following you. “Way to go, idiots.”

Needless to say, during class you were struggling to not doze off. After doing a pretty good job during morning periods, it was during your last class that you finally succumbed. Thankfully, since Iwaizumi was sitting in front of you, the teacher couldn’t notice from his spot in front of the class.

Makki was sitting next to you too, and when he glanced your way he found you asleep. His gaze became softer seeing your relaxed features, your head lying on one of your arms folded on top of your desk.

Later at home when you sat at your desk and took your things out of your bag to begin your study session, something slipped out from between your notebooks. Stranged, you picked it up, and saw the note stuck to the papers. “Notes from litt. class. Get some proper rest later. No use messing with someone who can’t talk back.” - Hanamaki

You read the words over and over, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“It’s weird, y/n’s still not here.” Iwaizumi mentioned. The day of the practice match had come, and you were always there early to wish them good luck before you went to find a seat at the stands.

“There’s still a few minutes.” Mattsun allowed. “Makki’s not even here yet.”

Aoi had come to see Oikawa and he’d gone out of the locker room for a moment to meet her before the match, otherwise he would be complaining about your unusual tardiness. He certainly would later.

You were hurrying towards the gym at the same time the other team arrived and was about to go inside, getting the attention of some of them. “Look, it seems like Seijoh got a cute manager too since the last time we met.”

You were wearing your PE tracksuit pants with the school t-shirt so thinking back you should’ve known that was what caused the misunderstanding. A dark haired boy you recognized as the libero stood in front of you.

“Hey there, Miss manager.” He gave you a smile.

“Hello,” you started politely yet the look in your eyes showed you were confused, “Manager? I’m sorry I’m not-”

“What’s your name?” He barely let you get a word in. The captain was about to interfere, knowing where things were going but Sugawara stopped him.

“I’m Y/n. But I’m not-”

“Are you going out with someone?”

You shook your head, “I-”

“Sorry, man, she has a boyfriend.” your eyes went wide, as you heard none other than Makki - who was late- speak up. Standing now behind you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, leaving your cheeks burning, “You okay, love?” Love? Then he looked over at the boys seriously.

Sugawara snorted.

“Boyfriend?!” You two bursted into the locker room. “What the hell was that?!”

“Well, it worked. None of them will bother you now.” He seemed amused rather than bothered by what he just did unlike before when he saw that guy flirting with you, although he was blushing too now that you came into the room with some of the boys still inside shouting about what happened. Being a sweetheart, as always, he thought.

“You do tell, please.” Matsukawa smirked, “What are you two lovers quarrelling about now?”

“Your friend just told the whole Karasuno team we’re a couple.”

“What the hell made you do that?” Iwaizumi asked before he started laughing. His friend was an idiot.

“Same thing I’m asking.”

“Some guy was bothering her so I told them we’re together to get him and anyone else off her.” which Mattsun translated as I was jealous in his head as he looked at him biting his tongue to not call him out on his bullshit.

“They found out before me?!” Oikawa screamed by the door, entering the room.

“It’s not true!”

“Not yet.” Mattsun muttered to himself, “But you’ll have to play along, right? Otherwise they’ll think you’re both liars.” Speaking up as a proper best friend and wing man.

“What?” you looked at him, then towards the strawberry blonde, “It’s not like they’ll be paying me much attention.”

“But my girlfriend should cheer for me.” He shrugged his shirt off and you looked away, flustered, while he put on his uniform. Then he grabbed the extra one he had and threw it your way. His club shirt. With his name, and the number three stamped on both sides.

“How are you so calm about this?” You stared at the piece of fabric, then nervously up at him. “Everyone at school will think we’re together. Are you really okay with that?”

“I don’t care what they think. Do you?”

A/N: Another example of terrible fic names for you! First time writing for my Seijoh boys. Oh I love them so much and hope you like the interactions between them and with y/n. Was going through Makki brainrot again back in December but also had to show some love to my Oiks <3. Also this had like 5 extra pages on my docs. buuut I wasn't entirely sure with how it was going and I still don't get a good scene to end this story lol. Until next time! -Youmarin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #oikawa torū #matsukawa issei #oikawa scenarios #matsukawa scenarios #akaashi scenarios #hq akaashi #hq oikawa #hq matsukawa #haikyuu scenarios #Haikyuu dads #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!

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stay-ology, please-ology

summary: Matsukawa x Reader. it's still fucking pouring

word count: 1k

cw: hurt/comfort. i just used this as therapy tbh if it's ooc do not blame me

The wind sings through the metal when you sit on the fire escape; you're sheltered from the rain here, but not by much. You let your eyes close, tucking your hands deeper into your—his—sweatshirt pocket. It was Issei's, a long time ago, when he was flirting with you relentlessly and the days still felt like summer.

You let out a ragged breath and watch it puff white in the air, jolting from your reverie when you can hear the third flight's door open, heavy steps descending toward you. You tuck yourself into the corner, hopeful that you'll be ignored by the passers-by.

You can tell it's him just as he rounds the corner, though you're not looking; your skin pricks and your heart beats faster. You duck your head and hope uselessly.

"Hey, you," Issei says, slowing to a stop on the step above you. "Why're you out here? It's cold."

You tilt your head toward him, just a little bit. He's wearing big black boots, the ones that make him so tall you have to kiss him on your toes.

"I didn't know it was raining 'till I came out here. Were you going to dinner?"

"In a little bit," he says, and lowers himself to sit beside you, but he doesn't touch you. You ache so badly for him to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you in, let you cry on his shoulder. Invite you in.

He leans over, tilts his head and looks at you sideways.

"Your face is wet."

"The rain," you respond, but it's dry here, and your voice comes out despondent.

"Uh-huh," he says, and reaches for you. You twist away before you can be touched, just out of instinct. He doesn't do physical affection so much, only when he slides his hand into your back pocket or puts an arm around your waist, and he'd had to be talked into both before he started doing either. Now that's it's gone cold out, he doesn't do it so much, either.

He says your name.

You look at him, and another tear rolls down your cheek. He looks concerned, but not alarmed. He thinks it's work, or school. Not him. You hate yourself.

"I just..." you rasp. "I don't know."

"About what?" You look at him, trying to force your face into something reassuring but definitely not succeeding, eyes liquid and dark. You can see it click, the way his mouth opens without words for a moment. "What?"

The word is the crash of an axe against wood, split and splintered. Disruptive.

"Nothing," you turn in on yourself. "It's stupid." He waits, because there's not a lot to say to that that's not angry, you imagine. "I'm used to really intense relationships."

He nods. "You mentioned that."

"And—" you wipe at your eyes with the sleeves of his sweatshirt. "I know I wanted to be casual, and that what I'm used to wasn't good, but I think I don't know what casual really means. I think I have problems." You smile ruefully at him, trying to lighten the moment. The humidity bears down on both of you. He doesn't smile back. "With wanting too much."

"That doesn't have to be a problem," he offers, folding his arms. "What do you want, then?"

You shrug, looking at your knees, legs crossed against the cold. "I think a lot of things don't feel permanent right now, even things that should. I'm not saying you should be. I don't want marriage or whatever. I think that would be a lot, too much, even for me. But I feel a lot for you, so you got the brunt of it. I'm sorry for that."

His face is gentle enough, but his eyes burn through you. You can't read him; he doesn't tell you much outright, either.

"You want us to be more serious?" He's so still. You're going to scream.

"I want to know that you're going to stay," you shrug, mouth twisting around the words, lashes fluttering rapidly. "And I didn't... I don't want to be too much, but I am. So."

He doesn't look at you, now, focusing his gaze on the shimmer of lights on the sidewalk in the distance. His jacket is dark enough you can't see any wayward spots of rain on it, his lips pursed in a distinct Issei-thinking-hard expression. He shuffles closer, presses himself against you, a long, solid line of warmth against your side. You look at him in a silent question. What are you doing?

"I want to," he says finally. "I'm not making any promises, but I don't see why we can't try."

You let out an audible sob, then, and he directs your head onto his shoulder, your right hand curling into the collar of his jacket as you cry.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, rubbing your back, head bowed over yours. "I don't always think like that. I shouldn't have hurt you."

"You didn't know," you tell him, reaching blindly to cup his face, feather a few strands of hair between your fingers. "I'm sorry."

"No," Issei swallows hard, taking his hand off your back. You mourn the loss of warmth, but he tugs you to your feet a moment later, looking at you like he might something precious, something he wants very badly and isn't sure he can have. "Not your fault. Don't do that."

"If you're sure," you sniff, the traces of a real smile on your face.

"I'm sure," he says quietly, guiding you down the steps. "I want you, promise."

You look back at him, hopeful, and the corners of his lips turn up.

"Don't think I forgot that that's my sweatshirt," he says. "You're gonna get it wet."

"You can have it back," you feint taking it off, and he slams a hand over yours, rolling the hem back down. His hand lingers before sliding down your hip and away.

"You'll get sick if you do that," he threatens. "Do you want my jacket, too?"

You shake your head and he falls silent, stepping in time with you and steering you around puddles. The rain drums down, a heavy accompaniment to the wind's chorale, making the world a smaller place. He takes off his jacket and wraps it around you anyway; beneath the petrichor, it still smells a little like sunshine.

#matsukawa issei x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #mattsun x reader #matsukawa x reader angst #haikyuu x reader angst #if u saw me crying on my fire escape do not tell anyone

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Their Child Says And/Or Does Something Mean *Part 3*

Requested: @qualitygiantshoepsychic

Request: Is it possible for you to do a part 3 of the “Your the step parent and the kids are being mean.” With the inarizaki guys and fukuordani guys of your choice pls!

Kotaro Bokuto X Reader, Keiji Akaashi X Reader, Atsumu Miya X Reader, Rintaro Suna X Reader, Osamu Miya X Reader

Summary: Your the step parent and the kids are being mean.

Warning: Bad parenting, ungrateful kids, injury,

*Part 1* (Tooru Oikawa X Fem!Reader, Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader, Hajime Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader, Takahiro Hanamaki X Fem!Reader, Kentaro Kyotani X Fem!Reader)

*Part 2* (Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Kyoomi Sakusa)

Kotaro Bokuto

🦉 Bo fell hard but the girl that had gotten in bed with him was looking for a one night stand and bragging rights, she left before he woke up and while he was sad it wasn’t uncommon so he continued on with his life.

🦉 Nine months later he was in a relationship with you and there was a phone call, one that you actually answered for him while he was in the shower, they told you that they needed to talk to him as soon as possible and before you knew it you both had a kid you never planned.

🦉 Financially you were both stable enough to have a kid but mentally there was a lot of work to do, Bo was still very childish himself and for the most part that was good for the baby but as she started to get older.

🦉 Kimiko was very much a daddy's girl and when Bo wasn’t there she could be a handful, nothing more than what a normal kid would be but that could be a lot for one person.

Bokuto was at an interview for the Black Jackals that unfortunately clashed with his daughter’s performance, he had told her that morning and while she seemed okay with it when you showed up to watch the performance that was hardly true, however what neither of you knew was that the interview ended earlier than Bo thought and he was on his way to see his daughter perform like he promised.

You smiled as Kimiko walked over “What are you doing here?” She asked.

“What?” You asked “came to watch.”

“Is Dad with you?” She asked.

“No he said this morning that he wouldn’t be able to come but I thought that if you had someone here it might make you feel better.” You explained.

“You thought wrong, I don’t want you here, you're not even my mum.” She glared at you. “Just go, I don’t need you here.”

“Alright.” You said softly, she didn’t really wait for a reply before she left but as you stepped back someone grabbed you.

“You aren’t going anywhere.” Bo’s voice startled you, you weren’t expecting him to be there but it didn’t matter because all you wanted was to go home.

“Bo please just let me go…” You pleaded, holding back tears and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Alright but you text me when you get home.” He ordered and you nodded before leaving. When you got home you occupied yourself with cooking, you made dinner for Bo and Kimiko before eating your own and leaving a message on the fridge.

Bo unlocked the door and let Kimiko, she walked into the kitchen expecting to see you waiting for them but instead she found a note on the fridge “she’s not in here.” Kimiko mumbled to herself as she walked up the stairs finding you on your bed asleep, she walked over and it seemed that you were woken up by the smallest noise.

“How’d it go?” You asked turning over to face him.

“It was fine.” She answered.

“What do you mean? You were so excited and your Dad ended up being able to see it as well.” You frowned sitting up in bed and gesturing for her to come over to you, instead she just started crying. “Hey what’s wrong!?”

“I’m sorry!” She finally said “I never meant what I said and I knew that I wanted you there I just, I don’t even know why I said that! You're not even angry!”

“Baby you're a teenager, kids have said worse I promise you and I know that you didn’t mean it, everything’s okay.” You said softly as you pulled her into your chest and hugged her tightly.

“Baby owl, this is amazing!” Bo voice emitted, you could hear him coming up the stairs and giggled when he appeared starry eyed in the doorway.

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked, looking down at Kimiko, she shook her head and you smiled. “Go get something to eat and then you can put on a film or something to watch.”

“Alright.” She said before heading back down to the kitchen, you flung your legs over the side of the bed stretching as you stood up.

“You alright baby?” He asked, wrapping an arm around you, you pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“We’ll be fine.” You smiled as you unwrapped his arm and led him down to the living room.

Keiji Akaashi

🖋 Akaashi had a son before you met him and while he was still with Keijiro’s mother she was still a very big part of their lives, Akaashi always thought that he would never be able to find someone that was okay with the arrangement but then he found you.

🖋 You were good with Keijiro and he seemed to like you so Akaashi decided that maybe it could work for the both of you.

🖋 Neither of you expected for Keijiro’s mum to be the one that had the problem but she made it known the moment that Akaashi spoke to her about it, he told you what she had said but also made sure that you knew she wasn’t going to sway him.

🖋 It seemed that his mother was not going to let this go so easily and on one of the weekends that she had Keijiro something happened because the moment that he came home he was different.

Akaashi let Keijiro into the house, he walked into the kitchen where you were “Everything okay Jiro?” You asked.

“Fine.” He answered as Akaashi walked into the room kissing the side of your head before saying that he was going up for a shower, when he disappeared again you started cooking. “I want Mum and Dad to be back together.”

“Hm?” You hummed and you looked at him.

“I want Mum and Dad to get back together.” He repeated the sentence, you looked at him and you sighed, you knew that this conversation was going to have to happen but you didn’t realize that you were going to be as hurt as you were.

“Why is that?” You asked.

“Well I think Mum would be happy if Dad was back.” He answered. “And she said that one day I’d have to stop seeing her, like if you guys got married.”

“She said that?” You asked.

“Mm.” He hummed.

“Well I promise that no matter what I will never stop you from seeing your Mum, she will always be one of the most important people in your life, you are the only one that can decide that you don’t want to see her.” You explained ruffling his hair.

“Really?” He asked.

“Of course.” You smiled.

“Wait, what about you?” He asked.

“Me? I’ll be here for as long as you want me, no matter what.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Now are you hungry?”

“Yeah.” He answered.

“Alright you go watch something I’ll call you when it’s ready.” You explained and he nodded before running into the living room.

“You're too good to him.” Akaashi said softly as he wrapped his arms around you.

“He’s just asking the questions that any kid would.” You defended Keijiro as you started cooking.

“I’ll talk to him about what he said.” Akaashi mumbled resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You don’t need to do that.” You said softly. “The only way that we can help him is by answering any questions that he has.”

“If you're sure but I’ll definitely be talking to his Mum.” He said before moving to help you finish making the rest of the dinner.

Atsumu Miya

🍣 ‘Tsumu was a very irresponsible person. That was how he ended up with two twins, having one kid was hard enough but two when you weren’t expecting it was even worse, he loved them with all of his heart but he had no idea what he was doing.

🍣 You were friends with ‘Tsumu at the time and offered to help him look after the little babies when he had to go and do interviews or fly out for games, he could not have the career that he had without you and when a reporter pointed that out to him, he realized how much he loved you and needed you in his life.

🍣 ‘Tsumu didn’t really think anything of it and to be honest neither did the kids. They liked you, they liked having you around and honestly they thought you were perfect for their dad.

🍣 What they didn’t like was that you were around a lot more than before and that meant that they didn’t get away with as much as they used to.

You paced the living room, you had been waiting for the twins to get home, they had told you that they would have been home hours ago, you had texted ‘Tsumu to see if he had heard from them but he hasn't answered you either. You looked up at the door when you heard it open and sighed a breath of relief when you saw the two girls walk in “where have you two been!?”

“We were out.” Asako answered.

“Out where?” You asked as you looked between the both of them.

“With some friends.” Asaka shrugged as she put her bag on the floor and kicked off her shoes.

“What and you didn’t think to tell me where you were, I was worried about you!” You yelled at them both.

“What do you care?” Asako asked.

“Not like you’re our Mum or anything.” Asaka added.

“You're convenient when we’re old enough Dad’s going to get rid of you, he just needs you around because you look after us!” Asako finished.

“People said that me and Samu were mean but were we this mean?” Atsumu asked from his place leaning against the entrance to the living room, you don’t know when he came in, you didn’t hear him.

“Sometimes.” You answered “usually to each other though.”

“You two had better apologize because (Y/N) has given up her life to make sure that you were cared for, she never asked for anythin’ in return she was always just bein’ a good friend, you couldn’t have this life if she wasn't here and I don’t plan on letting go of her anytime soon.” Atsumu informed them and you smiled at him before relaxing yourself.

“Sorry (Y/N).” They both said at the same time and you nodded and smiled.

“Ya better be, now get to bed!” Atsumu ordered, pointing up the stairs, when he was sure that they had gone up stairs, he walked over to you and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You said softly as he pulled you onto the sofa and into yet another hug.

“Were me and Samu really like that?” He asked.

“Yeah sometimes.” You answered.

“I should call my Mum and apologize.” He said softly.

“Yeah you probably should.” You agreed.

Rintaro Suna

🦊 Suna had no idea who the mother of his child was because the baby was left on his doorstep for him to find one morning like a special delivery with a note saying that he was better off then she was.

🦊 He didn’t know what to do with it but after getting a DNA test to see if it was in fact his child, he was trying to decide whether he was even ready for a child and he decided to ask you, at the time you had been dating for a couple of months so it would have impacted you too.

🦊 You told him that if he abandoned that baby you were going to abandon him, which genuinely scared him.

🦊 So fast forward to 15 years later and you both raised a son called Ryota and he for the most part was well behaved, for the most part.

You pulled up at the school taking a deep breath before walking into the school office “I’m Ryota’s guardian, you called.” You answered.

“Ah yes, he got into a pretty bad fight today, we usually try to deal with this without calling you in but Ryota is refusing to talk to anyone about what happened and we thought that he might talk to you or his father.” The woman in front of you smiled before pointing to the room that Ryota had been left in. You walked over and opened the door, he looked at you before rolling his eyes and turning away from you, you closed the door behind you before moving back into his eye line.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” You asked.

“Not really…” He answered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Okay… Do you want to tell me why it happened?” You asked.

“No.” He answered.

“I need to tell them something if you want to get out of here.” You sighed.

“I don’t have to tell you anything, they only called you because they couldn’t get hold of Dad.” He glared and you nodded.

“Right and that means what?” You asked.

“You're not my family so how about you just find a way to make this go away.” He muttered.

“Yeah sure.” You answered walking out of the room.

After talking to the teachers nda explaining what had happened they decided that they were just going to have to deal with not knowing what happened and punish them both, they told you that he would be allowed back on school grounds for a week before letting you both go. You were half way home when Ryota finally spoke again “I’m sorry for what I said back there, I was angry.”

“At this other kid or me?” You asked.

“Not at you, I was never angry at you, he said somethings about me and I just-”

“Look I don’t need you to apologize, I just need you to realize what you did wrong and not do it again.” You said and he nodded. “One more thing.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“You knocked this other kid on his ass right?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He answered, a small smile on his face.

“We’ll open with that when we tell your Dad that you’ve been suspended.” You winked as you continued driving home.

Osamu Miya

🍙 Osamu doesn’t even remember sleeping with someone or making the reckless decision to do it without protection but two twin boys stood in front of him having traveled across the country to see him.

🍙 He would have sent them back to wherever they had come from if they actually told him where that was but they were as smart as him when he was their age.

🍙 You told him that he needed to step up whether he knew about them or not, they were there and he had to take responsibility for his actions.

🍙 They were about as aggressive as he was with Tsumu and a lot of the time their physical fights would get just as out of hand, he was usually there to slap both of them around the back of the head and put an end to it.

Tonight you were all sitting in the living room, Osamu had been stuck at the restaurant, it was busier than usual and he was still closing up, it started suddenly and you honestly had no idea what it was about but the twins literally came tumbling down the stairs, you rushed over to make sure that they were okay but quickly realized that they were fighting, “Okihiro, Okimoto what is going on?” You attempted to pull them apart, it ended with you being hit in the face, you fell back into someone’s chest.

“Come on.” Osamu’s voice sounded close to your ears, the twins were still fighting at the bottom of the stairs but he led you into the kitchen to check your face before putting ice on your lip.

“Are they okay?” You asked, still hearing the twins arguing fiercely.

“I hope not.” Samu answered gently, moving your hair from your face and checking to make sure that your lip wasn’t bleeding.

“Samu.” You warned “go and stop them, make sure that they are okay.”

“Fine.” He mumbled as he disappeared out of the kitchen for a second before there was silence and then the twins ran into the kitchen each wrapping their arms around you from either side.

“I’m sorry Okihiro hit you he didn’t mean to!” Okimoto said as they both pulled back.

“Me!?” The accused twin whined but Osamu cleared his throat and they both apologized again before disappearing out of the kitchen.

“Don’t be mad at them, they didn’t mean it.” You smiled as you stood up and walked over to him.

“Why are you sticking up for them?” He asked.

“Because you can be mean.” You answered and he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah real mean when I iced your lip for you.” He mumbled and you sighed before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you.” You said.

“Mmm, come on, we deserve a rest after that.” He muttered.

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・❥ 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.3𝙠, 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 & 𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙗𝙡𝙠!𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮!𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙞, 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙤𝙛𝙘, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚), 𝙛𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 (𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩��𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨), 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨, 𝙛𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙞 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙤), 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙘, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 300 𝘍𝘖𝘓𝘓𝘖𝘞𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘐𝘈𝘓??? 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘏. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮 𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘬 𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴, "𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬" "𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭". 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴༄

"Come here." Issei calls out to you, voice low and languid. He's tired, it's obvious in his eyes that's already naturally lidded. But he isn't regular 'wanna go to bed' tired, no. He's tired of your antics. Issei just finished paying for your waist length protective hairstyle, nails, and a few other gifts you wanted for yourself. Of course, some things had to come to an end. Your brattiness began when you wanted a new stuffie for your home decor and Issei immediately shut the idea down, insisting that the place was getting full of them. He even tried to bargain with you! Stating that if he got you more, some would have to go and you were not fucking with that idea.

He hears a small 'hmph!' in response to him as you turn your back to him on the bed, continuing to scroll on your phone while hugging one of your many hello kitty plushies. It could've been a brand new one if he would've just agreed to buy the ones you saw at the store yet here you are. "Princess." you pay him no mind. "Angel." Still scrolling on your phone. "Mama." Your ears perk at that but still. You get up from your spot on the king sized bed, wanting to get yourself a drink. As you're walking past the TV in your room, Issei grabs your hand, stopping you in your tracks.

"What do you want?" you ask him, attitude evident in your tone. Issei's brow raises at the tone and of course he could have you at his feet in seconds but this attitude required a different approach for best results. He takes a deep breath, putting his controller down before turning you around to face him completely. "Talk to me." Issei drops the grip on your hand in favor of running his hands down your body, smoothing down your hairstyle at your waist before settling his hands on your ass. The actions gives you a tingle deep inside but you're as stubborn as ever.

"There's nothing to talk about." you snap back, looking away from him. Issei's hooded eyes scan your body, looking at your curves as his hands remain on your plush ass that's barely covered by your sleeping shorts. But he has an objective and is determined to complete it. "Let's just talk, okay?" You look down at him, meeting his gaze and if it weren't for how good he looked, you wouldn't have agreed. Your face remains pouty as Issei brings you closer, urging you to sit on his lap which you do hesitantly. Your thick brown thighs drape over his as you join him in his gaming chair but you keep your hands to yourself; you act distracted, trying to keep your eyes on everything but him as you examine your fresh manicure.

"You not gon' look at me?" he asks and you roll your eyes before meeting his gaze. "What do you want, Issei?" You mutter his name like it's poison and he can't help but give a delirious smile. "Is this about your lil' teddy bears?" "They're not bears." "Sorry, stuffed animals.." The pout on your glossy lips is too cute, he can't wait to kiss them but it'll have to wait. "Mhm." you reply, answering his question. "Not getting what you want makes you mad, doesn't it, pretty?" You soften up at the nickname and finally take the step to touch him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"You never say no, 'sei.." The eyes you're giving him are so sad and cute he almost instantly regrets not buying you those stupid plushies. "Let me make it up to you." You raise your brow at him. "If it's not with plushies then I don't want it." "It's better, baby, I promise." You glare at Issei yet allow him to lean in, placing his lips on yours. You barely reciprocate the energy out of stubbornness so he gives your lower lip a small bite, causing you to gasp and give him further access. You're too much of a sucker for his lips to not kiss back, hands beginning to roam Issei's chest and shoulders.

Suddenly you feel his warm hand entering your shorts and panties, causing you to pull away. "If that's your plan to make up for it, you're wasting your time." you scoff at him, letting him get further down into your panties by lifting your hips. "We'll see, mama." Issei wasn't surprised to see you were already getting wet, not being able to resist anything about him. He leans in and kisses you again, adamant on making you even wetter by circling your clit. He knows exactly how to toy with you in a way that makes you sigh out against his lips. You kiss him with more passion at the pleasure, wanting to feel his tongue against yours. He can't resist out doing himself, flicking your needy pearl with the pad of his middle finger to get those sweet reactions from you.

You can't deny it, Issei's always been talented with his hands but that doesn't mean you won't deal with him later on the subject. So for now, you allow yourself to enjoy, lower lip caught between your teeth as you feel his thick fingers slipping inside you, knowing exactly what to do. Your head falls down and rests against him, nails digging into his shoulders once he's gotten his fingers to that spot he always loves to toy with. "Ease up, pretty, I just started." you hear him chuckle yet you don't have the power to glare at him right now. "Fuck me already, 'sei." you pout, rocking your hips forward in order to feel more friction. Issei kisses your cheek before thrusting his fingers deeper in your pussy. He wants to fuck you more than anything too but he's sure you don't wanna deal with the ache his size leaves you with.

"Please, Issei.." you whine, attempting to butter him up by kissing along his jawline. Issei knows he'd rather not deal with you if he denies again so he sighs and gives in. You gasp as he gives you one last particularly harsh thrust of his fingers before pulling them out. Of course you're content with getting what you want, already hopping off his lap and making move to remove your shorts and panties. Issei barely follows suit, simply lowering his sweats enough to free his dick from its confines and watching as you pull your hairstyle into a messy bun.

You're instantly hopping back into his lap, watching as he spits down onto his cock and gives it a couple strokes. "Isseiii," you whine, causing him to raise a brow at you. He doesn't ask questions however, letting you hover your needy pussy over his tip and do what you want. "Go 'head." he tells you nonchalantly. "I'm about to." you huff back, pouty lips making a return. You don't ride Issei often, for.. obvious reasons, and it's proof in the way your jaw is already dropping as you split yourself on just the tip of his cock. Your eyes are screwed shut as you try to get at least halfway down his girth, struggling in just a couple seconds.

"You need help?" Anybody would interpret this as an honest question but you can simply sense the condescension in his voice. "No." you mutter out yet you whimper soon after as you lower yourself a bit more. "I'm gonna help you." "Don't." His hands are already on your waist, hips ready and prepared. "'sei, I swear-" You end up with your words caught in your throat as Issei makes a swift movement of his hips, shoving himself all the way inside you in a matter of seconds. Your brain practically short circuits and he just finds it so cute the way you stutter, unable to protest anymore. Before you can even regain your senses, he decides its the perfect opportunity to begin fucking you, keeping your hips still and moving his up and down, getting deeper inside you each time.

"Fuck, look at that." he rasps out, slowly shoving his cock in n' out of you. He can barely see any inch of your body, your pussy stuffed by him below and your cute pajama top covering your pretty tits. But Issei doesn't need any of that, getting off to the feeling and the look on your face. Absolutely dumb. Drunk on the feeling of his dick already and reduced to babbles and whimpers. "This what you wanted from the start, huh, mama?" he groans out, lust filled eyes trying to catch yours but they can't, your eyes either crossed or rolling back.

"Look at me." You don't even hear him, too busy bouncing up n' down on his dick. So Issei feels petty enough to stop, holding you down against him and keeping every inch of him stuffed inside you. "Look at me." he repeats and this time you do hear him, giving him the most annoyed glare you can muster in your cock-drunk state. You almost fume when he stops you just to place a kiss on your lips but it soothes you. You reciprocate the energy, licking into his mouth while releasing the softest groans. Issei's content with this and loosens his grip on your hips, letting you grind against him.

The way his pelvis rubs perfectly against your needy clit makes you see stars and now you're struggling to kiss him back. You fully pull away once Issei relishes in a chuckle against your lips, finding the whole thing amusing. But it's time to cut the shit. He knows the feeling you both are looking for and is adamant on getting you there before him soon. Therefore, he goes back to pistoning his hips upwards, the sounds of your squelching pussy and your ass smacking against his thighs competing in volume. You're lucky for Issei's strong arms because if it weren't for him, your balance would be completely fucked up. You help yourself out subconsciously, wrapping your arms around him and getting impossibly closer to your man.

He hits a particular spot inside you that makes you release a noise you don't think you've ever made. The force of the thrust makes you grab onto Issei's dark curls, practically yanking it. "Damn, hold on-" he practically moans out. The action made his dick throb, yeah, but now his scalp aches a bit. "I should pull your hair like that." You're back to slow grinding and panting, having just a minute or two to collect yourself. "Don't even fucking... think about it." you pant, looking straight into the darkness of Issei's eyes. "I just got my hair done." You're dead serious too, never playing when it comes to your hair. This time, the look of straight threat you give him is one that sends shivers down his spine. He definitely got the hint.

"Don't gotta tell me twice, pretty." he chuckles nervously. "Let's wrap this up." You yelp as he lands a slap on your ass, obviously not aware of how heavy-handed he is. Issei gets comfortable in his seat, knees relaxing as he massages the spot he just smacked. You're supposed to be a pillow princess right now and forever and he has the audacity to expect you to do all the bouncing yourself. "You're not dead ass." "So dead ass right now." he quips back a little too quickly. "Issei-" "You want more teddy bears or not?" He shuts you up real quick. You're rather salty about it but make a move, firmly placing your hands on his shoulders and lifting your hips up.

"There we go." he sighs out, head falling back against his gaming chair. Your lustful feeling comes back instantly as you feel the drag of his cock against your walls and suddenly doing the work doesn't seem all too bad. You're able to go at your desired pace, not too fast yet not painstakingly slow as you feel your orgasm building up, creeping up on you slowly. With each bounce, Issei releases a low moan, occasionally accompanied by a whispered 'fuck' and you're not sure how much of his voice you can take. "Issei, 'm gonna-" "Yeah, me too, baby." You let out a long dragged out moan as he helps you fuck yourself on his dick, hands on your waist bringing you up and down. His hips stutter without him meaning too, preparing him for the moment he eventually fucks his cum up into your fluttering pussy. "Cum on my dick, mama, fuck.." And that's exactly what you do, freshly done nails digging into his broad shoulders as you practically cry out. The sound of your own moans rings in your ears as every thought in your head disappears, only able to focus on the feeling of your orgasm hitting you like a truck. The blissful feeling soon turns into overstimulation as Issei chases after his own orgasm, hips slamming upwards until he's filling you up with the load he's been wanting to stuff inside you since you started your bratty act. "Fuck, baby, take it." he babbles as he mindlessly fucks into you, making sure every drop of his cum is deep in your pussy.

Absolutely exhausted, you rest your cheek on Issei's shoulder, already prepared to catch some Z's. You're probably tired from all the attitude you were giving today, Issei thinks to himself. It's almost like you read his mind because you give his hair a threatening tug but it does nothing but make him laugh lowly with the energy he has left. "You good now?" he mutters, knowing you're not yet sleeping despite your soft breaths and eyes being shut. "I still want my damn plushies.." you utter before officially clocking out.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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