#matsukawa drabbles

[tomasweetheart]

thinkin' about lovestruck bf!mattsun bc you guys never let him be a softie . . . matsukawa x gn!reader

lovestruck bf!mattsun who is seen as this jokester who is kind of a dickhead by everyone except you, sure he jokes around a lot, but they have no idea how he acts around you.

lovestruck bf!mattsun who never has anything but sweet words to say to you. always telling you how much he loves you, how lucky he is to have you put up with him. always calling you the most gorgeous person he has ever laid his eyes on.

lovestruck bf!mattsun who is so touchy that it's sickening. he always, always, always needs to have some part of his body touching you. whether it be holding your hand or wrapping his arms around your waist. he needs your touch like air.

lovestruck bf!mattsun who is your own personal cheerleader for everything, even if it's something small. you play a sport? he's at every game, screaming the loudest. you beat a level in mario? he's cheering for you because it was so hard.

lovestruck bf!mattsun who never stops at one kiss. he'll kiss you on the cheek, and moments later you're attacked with kisses everywhere his lips can touch, making you erupt in giggles that lands that goofy loopsided grin on his face.

lovestruck bf!mattsun who stays up a little while after you fall asleep to watch you lay peacefully, and to tell you how much he loves you while his hand caresses your face softly.

lovestruck bf!mattsun who loves you. and not in some puppy-love way, no, in the way that he can only imagine his future with you in it. who only wants you for the rest of his life.

lovestruck bf!mattsun who soon hopes you'll allow him to be lovestruck husband!mattsun

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

thinking about playing truth or dare with seijoh 4 and then getting dared to kiss mattsun right there in front of them all mmmhmmm you know he would love that shit – there's a permanent smirk glued to his lips as you climb onto his lap, his hands tugging on the material of your shirt to pull you flush to him. he's so fucking cocky and it gets so messy so fast but it's not like any of the other boys are gonna tell you to stop either. their eyes are low and their pupils grow bigger with every passing second, their throats dry as they watch you swap saliva with the dark-haired man. they can hear everything over the soft music that's playing in the background and it's so hard not to focus on the way you're starting to grind back and forth on mattsun's lap.

your fingers play with the unruly hairs on his nape while his dig into your plush skin and as you're getting more and more into it, mattsun's ego blooms. his one hand moves to the back of your head to deepen the kiss even further and as he does so, his eyes flick open and he's met with the filthy gazes of his three best friends. he hums proudly into your mouth at the sight of a blushing makki, who's hand is resting suspiciously close to his lap, a seemingly spiraling iwaizumi, who's trying his best not to look at what's happening before him but is failing so miserably that it's almost funny, and an overly keen oikawa, who's sat there with his lip caught between his teeth. they're all red in the face and mattsun thinks it's adorable really, how worked up you always get the poor guys.

they all want a taste, they all want to feel but for the time being, this little show the both of you are putting on will have to suffice. mattsun tugs on the waistband of your jeans and iwaizumi has to force down a groan as his eyes land on your ass. the lewd thoughts flood his mind and he feels awful – you're one of his closest friends and this is how he thinks of you? how you even feel if you found out.. would you be mad? would you be disgusted?

while he's fighting with the demons in his head, makki and oikawa are doing just about the same. makki's zoned in on the way your chests keep rubbing together and he can't stop imagining about how good it'd feel to have you rubbing up against him like that. and oikawa's busy listening to the sounds. not a single gasp or mewl goes unnoticed in his ears as he tries to memorize them as best as he can with the intention of going home and humping his pillow to the heavenly melody that's your needy whines until he's crying tears of pleasure.

so when he hears you whisper into mattsun's mouth, his cock twitches in his slacks.

"are they still watching?"

you don't think they're overstepping, you don't think that the men you've grown so close with over the years are disgusting perverts for getting off on the sight of you making out with one of them – you want them to watch. you're the one that's getting off on it, you're the one with all the power. oikawa realizes that no matter how much mattsun wants to act like he's the one that's making this happen, he's probably rock hard, too. he's no better than his friends, he's just glad that he's the one that gets to actually kiss you. but there's a reason for that aswell – neither makki and iwaizumi wouldn't've been able to handle it and well oikawa himself...

his and mattsun's eyes meet once more across the dark room and he knows his playing right into your hand. of course, he's going to figure out what you're doing – that's exactly what you want. he's the next person to fall, he's the next you're going to pull in.

pulling your lips from mattsun's, you grin to yourself as you watch him chase after you for another second. but then you're craning your neck to glance at oikawa over your shoulder; you let your eyes drop to his crotch before flicking back up again, reveling in the way he turns another shade darker. he refuses to look away though – he's gladly stepping into the trap you've set for all of them, and so when you curl your finger at him, beckoning him closer like some siren, he's quick to spring up on his feet and make his way over, leaving makki and iwaizumi staring at his back in bewilderment.

still sat on mattsun's lap with his hands on your body, you lean back enough just to give oikawa the room to inch closer. you reach for his face and pull his lips down onto yours with mattsun right there, just a breath away. he's sweeter than your last kiss and you can't wait to let them all know how they taste later.

you can't wait to have them all. one by one.

[cottonlemonade]

He could have purred with how comfortable he felt. Still warm from his shower he was perfectly seated on the couch, the pillow in his lower back just right, your head leaning on his shoulder while you watched your favorite movie after a long day. Halloween candy that would never make it to the 31st was strewn on the coffee table, building a somewhat chaotic decoration for the crumbs on your plates, leftover from tonight’s dinner.

Your boyfriend gently ran his fingertips over your shoulder and squeezed you tight when you shuddered at the tickling touch. With his free hand that just a moment ago tossed a chocolate into his mouth, he now grabbed onto your legs that lay over his lap, rubbing his thumb over your addictively plush thigh. As he debated on how best to initiate a soft to medium steamy make-out session he saw you delete a long unsent message to your best friend.

“What was that?”, he asked curiously.

“What was what?”

“That. You just typed out a whole message with emojis and everything and didn’t send it. Why?”

You shrugged, “Changed my mind. Not important enough.”

“Not im- baby, do you do that a lot?”

Another shrug and he knew you well enough to take that as a Yes.

“Do you do that with me?”, he asked, slightly alarmed.

“I just don’t wanna bother you.”, you said simply.

“Hold up.”, he paused the movie and sat up straight to look at you, “Are you telling me I could be getting a lot more content from you throughout my day?”

“Am I an influencer now?”, you laughed.

“Baby, don’t change the subject. I signed up for premium membership when we started dating. That means Behind The Scenes, bloopers, reactions, everything!” He wanted to make sure you knew he was serious about this, so he dropped the playful tone a little and entwined his fingers with yours, “Please don’t filter yourself, gorgeous. Especially not for me. You’re never a bother. Never too much, ya hear me?”

Tendou, Yaku, Suna, Noya, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto, Mattsun, Komori, your fave

[rintoorou]

iwaizumi hajime as your co-star boyfriend (ft. oikawa tooru)

bonus

tags haikyuu smau, iwaizumi hajime smau, iwaizumi x reader smau, celebrity au, actor au, actor!iwaizumi x actress!reader

[haikyu-mp4]

icecream – drabble

you had scooped about three spoons of ice cream into your mouth when he noticed your souring mood. he bit his lip and looked between your ice cream cup and his own, huffing some air through his nose. “did you not like it?”

fine, you insisted on getting a new flavour, and it wasn’t that good. it had the prettiest colour but the taste was just not sitting right with you. you grumbled under your breath and pouted. “no… it tastes weird,” you admitted in your most childish and pouty voice.

he shook his head, taking the little cup from you and handing over his, and you looked at him with those heart eyes. “take mine, you muppet,” he insisted, acting slightly annoyed as he took a bite of your terrible choices.

“thank you! you’re the best!” you cheered, kissing his cheek quickly before happily munching on the classic flavours he had gone with and swinging your legs happily from the bench.

a tinge of red sat comfortably on his cheeks, and it wasn’t just from the blazing sun. “of course I am.”

DAICHI, iwa, ennoshita, captain!yamaguchi, KUROO, mattsun, aran, osamu, sugawara, akaashi, SEMI, kyotani, hoshiumi, suna, FUTAKUCHI, whoever you want it to be

[solvisun]

012125. cw | none. just fluff. 731 wc. notes | i got my first strike YEY 🧑‍🦲🔫 @phantasmaebg nighty night zzz

matsukawa issei isn’t the type to openly gush over people, though that’s not the same to say that he doesn’t. you know this. because he’s always gushing about you in his own way, the only form you’ve learned by heart, one you’ve come to fully adore.

when he spotted you across the room, he swore his chest tightened in a way he’d never admit out loud. still, his affection screams — in the spaces that reach you to understand without fail, how honest his eyes are, an open journal of sorts.

you were curled up on the couch, sinking deep into your phone in your hands, your messy hair thrown into a half-lopsided bun, only the upper parts alongside your bangs, sweatpants slung low on your hips, stomach looking so delicate & slightly revealed under your sleeveless top, and headphones perched lazily over your ears.

you look half-asleep, groggy. the sunlight filtering through the windows renders your tired eyes to look more dreamy. your whole skin glowing, lashes glimmer like specks of jewels. you yawn, looking soft and untouched and undone.

something about you like this—so completely yourself—has his heart diving over itself. he has no idea how you managed to look so utterly captivating without trying. his heartbeat races when you stood up, unaware of his presence. and you head to the kitchen, probably going to make something really delicious—like always.

he watches you in quiet reverence, lips pulling a slow grin, nothing but adoration in his gaze.

his arms crossed over his chest, letting the sight of you etch itself into his memory. you’re too caught up in whatever quiet ritual you’ve set out to do in the kitchen, and he finds himself enamored by the way you move—relaxed, deliberate, but so distinctly you.

he always think he loved you most in moments like these, where there was no effort, no pretense, just you being you.

you stopped in front of the counter, reaching for something on the shelf, and the hem of your sleeveless top lifted just slightly. that little sliver of skin caught the light in the gentlest way, and matsukawa felt his restraint falter.

before he knew it, he was behind you, large hands sliding around your waist with the familiarity of someone who’d done it a hundred times before.

you stiffen slightly at first, but then you easily settle yourself, the familiar warmth of his palms sending a shiver of comfort through you. “issei,” you murmur, your voice soft and tinged with sleep, “when’d you get here?”

he tugs the side of your headphones down as you turn to look at him.

“just now,” his voice low and husky, lips curling into a smirk you can’t see. “you looked too good on your own, had to come ruin it.”

you huff, chuckling, your body leaning instinctively into his as his arms loop around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “i haven’t even washed my face yet,” you mutter, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“doesn’t matter. you’re cute when you’re half-dead, y’know?”

you rolled your eyes, but before you could reply, he leaned in, resting his forehead to the back of your head, then he lowers himself, lips coming to plant tender kisses on your temple, a gentle nibble on your ear, and a shuddering warm peck to your nape.

this makes your cheeks flush, but you shake your head, focusing instead on the task at hand. “if you’re gonna keep distracting me, at least help me cook something,” you say, trying to sound stern but failing—quite horribly, actually— because he pulls you impossibly closer, practically snuggling against you so shamelessly.

“come take a nap with me instead.”

“issei.”

“please. i just wanna—” he inhales, a long, deep breath, and exhales, you feel his chest against your back rise and fall in result, “you’re the only thing i wanna see all day.”

and just like that, any lingering grogginess thawed away, like popsicles melting from the beautiful warmth of everything. like his touch, especially his touch, along the undertones of intensity laced by his words. you turn slightly in his arms, your hand reaching up to playfully flick his forehead, though your smile betrays so many parts of you.

“you’re impossible.”

“yeah? impossible for you, miss.” he quipped back, smiling tenfold.

you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[rinsoap]

➣ includes : boyfriend!matsukawa issei. and lord this is sooo suggestive but it never crosses into actual smut, it's just.. kind of intense making out and hickeys. this is probably ooc but I DONT CARE! HE'S SEXY OOC!!!

note : for my love @angelkiyo bc she gave me some inspo n i luv her <333 i got totally off track from ur original idea about mattsun n makki eating crazy edibles so yeah ummmm......

"let me know if you like it" matsukawa issei grins at you, waiting for you to eat the cookie in your hand held above your head. you're splayed across his bed, head hanging off it, turned to face your boyfriend. he's close to you but sitting on his rug with his back leaning against his bed. his arms rest on his knees, head lazily lolling back, copying how you've turned to face him.

you inspect the chocolate chips warily. last time you and mattsun got baked, it had you talking to the frank ocean poster on his wall for an hour and then going completely silent, no talking, for the rest of the night. staring at the wall silently while you desperately tried to regain your composure had become a common occurence when getting high. mattsun suggested you should slow down on it, and you agreed. but recently, you had been incredibly stressed, and it had been a a month or two since you had given up weed. so when your boyfriend proposed a sesh to help ease your mind, you happily accepted. that didn't mean you weren't having at least some reservations.

"i know you've been greening out on the old shit," he takes a bite, "that's why i got a new plug. i haven't greened out yet, but i know you're low tolerence."

"you didn't have to do that, 'sei" your eyebrows raise, flattered that he would go to the trouble to do something as tedious as that.

"anything for you, pretty girl," he shrugs, and gives you a small kiss, pulling back with a lazy smile that was enough to make you feel out of it without even eating the cookie, "and i didn't really fuck with the other dude anyways, always getting my stuff late. this new guy has edibles which is so much better than having to bake it myself"

you gasp. "i thought you liked baking them with me!" you roll over onto your stomach, folding your arms to rest your chin on them, pouting. "aw baby, don't pout," he pokes your cheek, "y'know i like baking with you, we can just bake something normally." you try not to smile which only makes his grow wider. "now eat that quick i wanna go see a movie" he nods to the cookie still in your hand, and you take a bite, emphasizing each chew sarcastically. "okay but if i start tripping out trying to kiss frank ocean again it's your fault"

"i'll break you guys up, no problem. i can't have you kissing him"

"what? are you jealous?"

"yeah, of you. as soon as i break you guys up, it's my turn to kiss him. i'll defend his honour and everything"

"i can't believe you would choose frank ocean over me- you know what just... go grab your keys."

mattsun pulls into the drive-in movie, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. you continue to demolish the burger in your hand, a big grin on your face to see the movie playing was jennifer's body. "i love this movie!!" you exclaim through bites as megan fox holds a lighter to her tongue. "yo slow down" matttsun laughs and grabs the fast food bag from your lap. that pulls your gaze away from the movie to him as you lick your fingers clean from sauce, then widen your smile. "thank you for the food, baby"

he doesn't know what it is, but that has him feeling some type of way. maybe it's the weed, or maybe it's the fact that you just look so good right now. tank top spaghetti strap lazily slipping off your shoulder and little shorts riding up your thighs, makeup marinated and lip liner almost entirely smeared off under the gloss. he wanted to kiss it completely off, he wanted to slide both straps off your shoulder, he wanted you.

his pupils dilate even more, and he leans over to kiss you. your initial surprise dissipates into comfort as you melt into his touch. you tuck a stray curl behind his ear at the same time his hand goes to rest on the back of your neck. "mm, what was that for?" you giggle when he pulls away. "you just had a lil somethin' on your lips. had to get it for you"

"you're so sweetttt," you're drawing out your words, feeling dizzy from his sudden kiss, "you're sooo good to me" he love how affectionate you can be with your word when high. you refocus on the movie with a content expression on your face.

"you're so cute. i just kissed you, that's all." he muses, and he breaks your attempted concentration on the movie with a kiss to your neck. as he sucks a purple mark into your soft flesh, your breath hitches. "issei..."

"you're so sensitive like this." you can feel his teasing smile against your skin, and you internally roll your eyes. as if he isn't equally sensitive. he doesn't try to hide it, a small groan leaving his lips when his hand returns to its place on your thigh and you grip his forearm. the noises you're making has him feeling lightheaded, and he can't get enough of you. "'sei please can't you see i'm trying to watch a movie?" you complain while you lean into his touch especially when his thumb rubs on your skin. your thighs close on his hand, and he smirks, still pressing small blooming bruises into your neck. "'m sorry baby, i just can't get enough of you"

[atsumwah]

too pretty!

featuring : matsukawa issei the loml <3

notes : you're jealous your bf is too pretty

you're aware that your friends are very attractive. 

oikawa's somewhat charming personality easily grabs a girl's attention, iwaizumi's buff figure immediately turns heads whenever he enters a room and makki had this boyish ruggish look that somewhat looks cute to some people. it's normal seeing them being hit on by girls and sometimes it's like a form of entertainment for you.

but your boyfriend on the other hand, now this is new.

you've been together since high school. you've always found issei attractive. he's not a smooth talker like oikawa, but his attentiveness and response when you talk to him makes you feel seen and heard. he doesn't seem as built as iwaizumi at first glance, but underneath those baggy clothes hid something you're glad only you can see and touch. he's not as easy going as makki, but the way he spontaneously shows up at your house at 3 in the morning when you're upset tells you maybe he's easy going when it comes to you. 

so falling in love with him was inevitable because all the things he does with you and only you are attractive. 

but you're not the only one who thinks that anymore. 

see, after your boyfriend figured out his own style that weren't baggy clothes and instead fitted his physique and also found a way to style his usual mess of a bedhead into luscious curls, he suddenly became attractive to everyone around him. 

and it pissed you off. he was always attractive without the sudden change but now its like that's all people see. 

like when you visited oikawa and iwaizumi at the gym and the manager shamelessly flirted with issei the moment you left to greet them. or when you visited makki with him at the cafe he worked at and makki's coworker only paid attention to issei and completely ignored you. or when you were out grocery shopping and left issei for five minutes only to come back to a girl who had the audacity to ask if he was single.

so yeah you're pissed off. and there's only one logical way to fix this.

"what are you doing?" issei asks as you settle down on his lap and ruffle his already done up hair. "baby, i just fixed it."

"i know. i'm ruining it." 

instead of being mad his hair is being messy, he raises an eyebrow instead. "but then we're gonna be late."

"you'll go out like this then." 

he has this amused smile now. "okay, what's up with you?"

"nothing." you said, somewhat proud of your work. "just fixing you up."

"this is the opposite of fixing me up, babe." he took your hands and plants kisses across your palms, then he rests his own hands on your hips. "why are you making me look like i just made out with you? there are other ways to achieve that." 

in another situation you would cave in but you had a mission. "you're too good looking. i'm trynna make you look less good looking."

this time, he laughs. "gee thanks babe. i appreciate the compliment." 

"i'm serious." you pout, though issei just keeps on laughing. "you're too pretty and girls are swooning all over you and you don't even do anything about it."

"whoa what," he stops, eyes locking onto yours. "who's swooning over who now?"

"everyone is all over you. can't you tell?" you huff when you realize his bed head makes him look even more attractive. damn it.

"honestly no." he says simply. "and you're…jealous?"

"i'm not jealous. i'm pissed. there's a difference."

"pretty sure they're the same thing, babe."

you squish his cheeks, framing his face with your hands. "stop being so pretty."

he chuckles and brings his hands up to cover yours. "this is really bothering you, huh?"

"maybe just a tad bit."

"you know i only got eyes on you, right?" he takes your hands off and leans in so you both are nose to nose.

"i've been told so once or twice."

"once or twice?"

"maybe hundreds of times but who's counting."

"and you know im stuck with you forever, right?"

"mhm," you indulge him by wrapping your arms around him, "you better be."

"so there's no reason for you to get all jealous." he says, eyebrows raising up as if an idea popped into his head. "what if you just kiss me if that happens?"

"like stake my claim? what are we, animals?" 

"i mean that's what i've been doing when guys hit on you."

"it is? wait, back up, when has that happened?"

"you're delusional if you think guys don't hit on you."

"they don't!"

"yeah well they don't get the chance to do it properly because my radar is just too good."

"oh my god, you're serious."

"deadass. and lemme tell you, it always works." he says proudly. "i get to turn you into mush and also send a warning to other guys. win-win situation."

"i do not turn to mush."

"really now?" he wiggles his eyebrows. "want a reminder?"

you think you've indulged him quite enough so you flick his forehead instead. he winces. good.

"so you don't mind?" you said, narrowing your eyes playfully. "you don't mind me staking my claim on you next time it happens?

"baby, please, I encourage it." he says, almost too quickly.

you giggle, feeling some sort of satisfaction that your boyfriend is all on board with you staking your claim in front of people. it should make you feel shy or embarrassed but it kind of makes you feel giddy instead. but he doesn't need to know that yet.

tempted to do a pt2 but it's just me reader making out w issei

[starrbright]

Mindless Thoughts

Mild dubcon. Filth. Nonsense. That's it. Inconsistent patterns. A teaser to a full works that hopefully i'll do soon. Abrupt ending.

Matsukawa Issei: He gets off on watching a specific category of porn, forced gangbang, that is. He's the ceo of it, idcidc. One woman being used by multiple men, urgh, he's an addict to it. Is he guilty? Somehow he finds himself at least barely so. He does not give a fuck!!!! When has he ever did. The man has his countless favorites of videos to choose from whenever he wants to let himself loose. He's picky as well. This man has gone deep in a lot of sites and he's seen a lot of things he didn't like. Does he like watching more than four men ruin a woman, duh, he still has a few bits he doesn't like though. Which is when they're really pushing it too much, such as a man putting his foot on her head—he fucking hates that, idc. Sexual filth he loves it, duh, but miss him with any—it's what he thinks to it—bullshit of scat, even watersports especially when it's directed at her, or just straight up disgusting of running a woman's face on a bathroom floor, smother her face with a dirty mop—because what the fuck, he still regrets coming across to a certain few videos then. Anywaysssss, urgh, he likes to see the struggle. The blatantly literal power imbalance. The taunt of men. The degradation. The submission. The screams and whimpers of one woman against men as they use her.

He thinks about pulling off such a thing with the three more than often. And when he meets you with them—well.....he gets to fill his fantasy. This man is a straight up predator, I'll always stand by that. With his horsecock, no less!

Kuroo Tetsurou: Fuck this mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Disgusting. Hate him. I need him to do this to me. Urgh. This suit and tie bastard reeks of chikan. Consuming porn and hentai when he was in his late teens, he didn't really like it whenever he comes across it, sticking to some other generic but good stuffs he finds. But of course, what do you fucking know. Ever since he started his career, always taking the train like he hasn't before, prim and proper with his crisp suits and the small suitcase he has—he's never seen, more so felt the appeal of it more than ever after being into his surroundings while he's deep in his mind as well. The rush hours of getting home from works always has the train filled. It makes him remember, think of it. Right, there's the thrill of doing something so wrong in public yet still hidden, the chances of being caught high, and just the scenario of being seen and watched quietly to their perverse indulgence of the fleeting moment. That's what's it about then, he realizes.

Fuck himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. He went home that day and immediately made himself comfortable in his bedroom, browsing for porns and hentai of it, fucked his mind and cock raw.

What a bitch the timing was, just when he purchased a car by installment a few days ago, he suddenly has no eagerness now that much in using one. And really? What confusing luck he has. How come he's never seen you before around in the company? Given that you most probably work in different sections, but now after that revelation of his to himself, really? There he stands in front of you after being cramped in haste just when the doors were starting to close as he hurried for the last train in that time. Wearing the same lanyard of your company, he's a bit surprised as he immediately knew. He stands tall in front of you as he looks down at you while your eyes just stay barely on his chest. Given that you're probably uncomfortable from the tight space you have on each other, but he didn't want to bear an unbearable commute and make it even more awkward between you two if you somehow see each other again and especially in the company, nor keep you feeling uncomfortable. Sure. He greeted you. Said you're both in the same work despite that was obvious, made you laugh a little from how easy it was to be at ease with him. You talked the whole ride. Behind Tetsu's friendly demeanor, or rather the suitcase he holds hides and prevents his hardened cock that's suffocating in his slacks for you to see and feel. Damn him, he knows.

Sickening man. Sickeninggggggggggg. You became the muse of his desires, one would say. Oh, you did see each other again in the company then, at least because he made it so. Did all the unsuspecting ways for him to get himself be at your section. Coincidences, he says to you. You became close. He always tagged along with you in lunch, or drop by with what free time he had, and of course, with you when it's time to out from work. It's the same thing for a month now, taking the train together, talking or not, his mind was on one thing only; him on you. Thinking of how many times he's already thought of you, imagined you as he watched his loved choice porn and hentai, groping you through your clothes or just straight up fucking you there.

A guy could only have so much patience. And why not be fully a bastard then? You think it's just natural accidents when he's suddenly too close to you, bodies firm on one another, or when he grasps on your round waist to keep you steady, his breathing on your neck, feeling more entrapped not by how cramped it is inside the vehicle but because of him, or the hardness below him sometimes you get a feel from all it.

It's not intentional, you always tell yourself when doubts and possible guesses arise in you—until one day your eyes are held on each other as he has you on your back against the doors and he has his smirk.

"Took you long enough."

Bokuto Koutarou: Darling sweet man. Baby boy. This sweet angel. How could anyone immediately guess he's still a man at the end of the day? You didn't. And that's on you. Thinking rather too much of how a light he is, you forgot anyone still always has their needs. Especially the boisterous man that he is.

But then again, blame shouldn't be too much on you when he was just always simply nice to you. Koutarou always used that to his advantage. It's fun. People thinking he's such an angel when he's just like any other guy that would fuck anyone with a hole. He's a destroyer!!!!! As unserious as that is.

He's a connoisseur of forced gangbang as well. Thanks to him being an athlete with always all of the players, his teammates having their builds, the time in the lockers, showers, just overall as an athlete—when he found such a thing the first time he knew any explicit medias, that was what he became into. Fantasies of just taking a cheerleader or a fan with his teammates always plagued his mind before or after the games, or even just in training.

Now he's a pro. That didn't change at all. If anything it made him want to do something more about it now he's a lot grown. And you're one of who works with msby. The amount of times he's indulged himself to the thought of using you with the rest of the men is.....concerning.

And when he just brought it up randomly to them, as shocked as everybody was....they weren't against it.

On a random day of their training. You hadn't got a clue why Meian asked you to stay after just as you were about to leave and almost everyone has already left.

Image used. I indulged this with @shaisuki before like on may jsjwjdjjw and bc issei has been bugging me a lot lately again and just seijoh4, really, i had to do it. I'm on an agenda with this gangbang nonsense!!!! @seijhoeist, mwuah.

[shaisuki]

wolf! issei stumbling over the meadow. lush greenery with flowers in bloom and bees buzzing and meeting the cute, chubby bunny whose cheeks is so puffed and round. nibbling on morsels of food. ears all twitchy and tail wiggling from the abundance of food.

wolf! issei towering over your form. curious you wondering why it was dark all over of a sudden but the sun is high and there's no clouds and you look back and see wolf! issei staring at you with that wolfish grin of his.

poor chubby bunny you who froze in fear upon seeing a big, bad wolf! issei but rest assure he won't eat you. he will just devour you in many ways he can think of you.

wolf! issei relishing on your chubby form quivering and that teary expression of yours. his cock twitching and rock hard. you ain't even speaking and he's that already hard. how come if you speak in that cute voice of yours. it will be already game over.

wolf! issei is already imagining how tight it is to be buried in your tight, little hole. it would be so delicious.

wolf! issei that is humongous in form and his cock is no different from him. the girth of his cock that your cute hand couldn't wrap around it entirely and that bulbous tip of his cock. flushed and throbbing. red and leaking with copious amounts of pre-cum.

wolf! issei who still can't make his cock fit in your tight, little hole despite the amount of prep — cause despite how many times he made you cum with his tongue, stretched you out with his thick fingers that is covered with your slick — it just won't.

but wolf! issei can make it fit. thumbs your cute, pretty, little clit while he slowly bullies his cock inside you. his bulbous tip pressed into your twitching hole.

wolf! issei that is distracted by your ears flopping and twitching while you whimper from how big he is.

“'s big... too big.... won't fit...” you chant like a mantra feeling that burn of being stretched by his huge cock despite the small sparks of pleasure shooting in you from him rubbing your clit.

wolf! issei who just shushes you. telling you that he's already inside but it is still only the tip.

“already inside, pretty girl...” cooing at you with heart in his eyes before deeply pushing inside you. making you cry out and him drooling. saliva dripping out and falling to your soft skin.

wolf! issei who is ruthless. drilling his cock so deep inside you. hitting your sweet spots that got moaning and calling his name. crying from how good it was and begging for more.

wolf! issei who fucks you so deep. folding you like a lawn chair. your legs hooked in his arms and pressed to your chest. ruts in you so deep that you can feel the veins that runs along in his huge cock. his tail swishing and flicking with every deep thrust.

wolf! issei who breeds you throughly. pumping you loads and loads of his thick, white cum deep inside your chubby pussy. it's so much that where the base of his cock and your hole is forming into a circle of white from the cum he poured inside you but wolf! issei doesn't stop. fucks you that you're already squirting. spraying his pelvis with the clear, liquid and he grins. making sure he fucked you properly.

wolf! issei who's all smiles. got that huge wolfish grin seeing your hole dripping with his cum. your chubby form trembling from the intense orgasms and that adorable look you have. so breedable.

wolf! issei marking you as his. claimed and his to breed wherever he wishes. after many ruts and heats he still needs to prep you still not used to his size but don't worry wolf! issei is always happy to obliged cause....

creampies makes the bunny happy and one wolf satisfied.

[tomasweetheart]

kisses with some haikyuu boys that have been on my mind lately . . . a tad suggestive in some parts.

kisses with semi are rough and needy. the kisses that have you pressed against the wall. the ones that leave you both breathless as he pulls away to examine your puffy and bruised lips. a small flush of pink beginning to spread across his face as he finds himself going back for more.

kisses with atsumu are tender and playful. kisses he uses to greet you when you come home from a long day, to show you how much his heart missed you while you were away. kisses that, when he pulls away, he makes a dramatic thwap! noise that makes you giggle.

kisses with iwaizumi that are actually a little shy and hesitant. kisses that show the softie he tries so hard to hide through his hard shell. hesitating before going in for your lips because he's so afraid of messing up, the blood rushing to the tip of his ears as he feels you smile into it.

kisses with matsukawa are erratic and playful. kisses that never stop at your lips, he always ends up covering every inch of skin he can find in kisses. exaggerated smooching sounds as his lips touch every piece of ground he can cover.

kisses with tsukishima are slow and dedicated. kisses that have the smart-mouthed blonde quiet for a few moments, soaking up your presence. taking his time and whispering small "i love you"'s before going back at it again. proving your the only person in the world that he loves this much.

[raisunomii]

Iwaizumi Hajime eats a centipede on a dare yes he chops the pincers off first. Hanamaki dared him during a sleepover it was 1am. Hajime spent 3 hours in the backyard looking for a centipede under rocks Matsukawa found it. Oikawa held the flashlight. Iwaizumi eats it live it’s not that he wants to do this. He throws up afterward. It’s just that his friends are pricks who chant until he eats the centipede. He gargles with mouthwash not one not two but three times. Matsukawa laughs so hard he cries. Oikawa chokes.

[cottonlemonade]

One More Snooze

warnings: mdni

The world beyond the blanket was cold and unforgiving so you snuggled further into the coziness of the soft rustling warmth and your husband’s arms. Both of you had been half awake for a few minutes, quietly stretching and trying to get as close to the other as possible. His hand trailed down to rest on your stomach, lazily kneading the plump access flesh that made you his all-time favorite pillow. He nuzzled against your shoulder and you shuddered. The heating must be out, the tip of his nose was ice cold. You burrowed yourself deeper into the duvet, but his hand traveled with you and landed even lower.

“Babe, we can’t.”, you pouted, but did little to stop him.

“Why?”, he mumbled as he began gently kissing your neck.

“Because we have to go to work.”, you sleepily replied. You relaxed into his touch.

“Why do we have to go to work?”

The small, perfectly pressured circles he drew between your plush thighs made the task of talking rather difficult.

“Because…”, you started slowly, adjusting yourself to give him more access as well as pressing your back against him, “we both like the whole roof over our head, food, and electricity thing.”

He clicked his tongue as if to dispute the argument and with a little nudge made you turn from your side to lay on your back. He shimmied under the cover so he could use his free hand to unbutton your Pyjama and push it down far enough to kiss your breasts.

“Stupid work.”, he muttered, muffled from the thick blanket. You joined him underneath, running your fingers through his soft hair and he hummed against your skin, never stopping his movements on your clothed clit.

“Haven’t been able to have you all week…”

He pushed his hand into the waistband of your Pyjama bottoms and panties, unhurriedly sliding his fingers through the warm wet folds awaiting him.

When the alarm went off you both groaned in annoyance. You reached out of the blanket cavern to your nightstand and looked at the time. “One more snooze is fine.”, you said and tapped the button.

Osamu, Atsumu, Tendou, Komori, Kuroo, Bokuto, lowkey Kenma, Oikawa, Meian, Suna, Nishinoya, Konoha, Futakuchi, Hirugami, Sugawara, Yaku, Matsukawa, Kita, your fave

[sirhamburrger]

CELESTIAL - seijoh 4 x reader, separate

wc: 540 || tags/cw: none, fluffy || div creds to @plutism

TOORU OIKAWA is a comet in deep space. ephemeral, almost, in the way that he does things, jumping from task to task, partner to partner. it makes him seem flighty to everyone else, which might be the reason why he can never seem to stay in a relationship for long. but what everyone doesn’t know is that he is like a comet in the way he loves you. a bright burning in both of your hearts, not always there, but never truly gone. quiet moments spent with him are precious in and of themselves - because, just like halley’s comet does to earth, he will come back to you at the end of the day, without fail.

HAJIME IWAIZUMI is the afternoon sun. he looks like the sun, at least - tanned skin from years of training under the hot sun. first it was the blazing heat of summer sendai, then the scorch of sunny california. although he is always there, he is not always steady - everyone has their bad days, don’t they? sometimes he blazes hotter than usual, a little too much, and sometimes his dazzling brilliance is clouded over by the everyday things that weigh him down. but you take his face in your hands, kiss him tenderly, clear his mind. you remind him that he is still him, even if it doesn’t always feel like it. in turn, he reminds you that no matter where in the world you are, you are still living under the same sun. wherever you are, whenever you are - he will always watch over you, care for you.

TAKAHIRO HANAMAKI is a bright star on a summer night. he is clear as day; never minces his words, never tells white lies, never holds back. everything he does he does with all his heart and soul, including loving you. he keeps a polaroid of you in his brown leather wallet, buys you flowers every friday evening, peppers you with kisses whenever he feels like it. sometimes you think he might not just be a singular star because there are so many different sides to him you get to see. you love all of them dearly, just as he loves all of you dearly. gazing into his eyes is like getting lost in foreign galaxies, and if loving takahiro is like gazing into an infinitely complex constellation, you are simply his diligent astronomer.

ISSEI MATSUKAWA is the moon. quiet, calm, serene. his love is quiet, a subtle glow that illuminates everything he comes into contact with. from afar he seems detached - or even cold, at times - but that’s not it, not at all. you are his angel, his muse, his life; he orbits you because you are at the centre of all he exists for. he grew up believing stories that the moon whispers declarations of love to earth, and he is much like these stories. in the way his lips find your ear on nights you cry yourself to sleep, murmuring sweet nothings as he holds you close. issei might not be the most appreciated when among his friends, just as the moon does not produce its own light but reflects the sun’s. but to you, he’s still the brightest thing in the night sky.

haikyuu masterlist || general masterlist © sirhamburrger

[strxwberrylemonxde]

“run away with me.”

silence hung in the air as you considered his words. turning to look at him, there was a sharp glint in his eyes. one that suggested trouble.

“you shouldn’t tease me with such a question.”

“who said anything about teasing, sweetheart? why not get out of this shit city? just you and me.”

SUNA, TENDOU, kuroo, kenma, nishinoya, matsukawa, terushima, yamamoto, konganegawa, tanaka

[unsoju]

✿ rush. 𓂃 i. matsukawa x f. reader

cw. word count ; 855. drabble. suggestive. alcohol consumption. ooc matsukawa (sorry). best friend! mattsun. a little bit of angst. kind of a situationship.

syn. you’ve been best friends for longer than you haven’t. you can’t let a drunk night ruin that… can you?

You know you shouldn’t want to kiss him. He’s your best friend, he’s seen you at your best and at your worst. At your highest and your lowest. You shouldn’t want to kiss him, you know that, but when he looks at you like that you can’t help the fluttering feeling in your stomach. When he looks at you like that, you can’t help the urge to kiss him.

When he talks to you, you unintentionally stare at his lips and it’s not your fault if your mind drifts to how they would feel against yours. When he laughs and throws his head back, you stare at the way his Adam's apple bobs. It’s not your fault that his tan skin looks so biteable. When he sits too close to you, arm thrown around your shoulders, you can’t help when you discreetly inhale, taking in his scent.

The worst thing is, Mattsun is a flirty guy. That’s not a secret. If you went around your friend group right now and asked them if they'd ever kissed him before, all the answers would be yes. He’s a teaser— he likes to tease people, no matter who they are. A warm breath across your face as he leans in to whisper something to you. A brush of your thighs when he sits too close to you on the couch. A soft hand on your lower back as he guides you through a frat house, pausing every now and then to greet one of his million friends.

It gets impossibly worse when he’s drinking, though— the flirting and the teasing. You become painfully aware of that as you sit across from him on the floor of his dorm room, a bottle of fireball sitting in between you two.

”Go,” he says, nodding his head towards you. His face is already red, courtesy of the Asian flush. You haven’t been drinking for too long, but Mattsun has always been a lightweight— despite the numerous nights in high school where he got completely blacked out in Oikawa’s basement.

”Um,” you stall for a moment, scrunching your face up as you try to think of something Mattsun doesn’t know about you. “I broke my finger in a game of softball when I was in, like, fifth grade.”

A snicker falls from his mouth and he pushes the bottle towards you. When you furrow your brows in confusion, he clicks his tongue. “I already knew that. I was the one throwing the ball to you, dumbass.”

You let out a breathy, “oh,” before jutting your bottom lip out in a pout. You pick up the bottle and take a quick sip of it, once again scrunching your face up, this time in a mixture of disgust and involuntary reflexes from the burning. “Whatever, I hate this game. My memory is not good enough for this. Okay, you go, now.”

Mattsun laughs and hesitates for a moment. You can almost see the gears turning in his head as he thinks. “I really wanna kiss you.” His face gets even more red, if possible, and he looks down at his hands. He almost looks like a child like this. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Mattsun embarrassed before, but it’s quite entertaining if this is it.

Against your better judgement, against every nerve in your body screaming yes, you give him a fake snicker and push the bottle towards him. “Who wouldn’t?” You can feel your face heat up as he meets your eyes again, giving you a confused furrow of his brows. “Besides, that’s not a secret. You want to kiss everyone.”

There’s a silence that falls around the two of you and you can’t explain why, but you hate it. Never in your nearly fifteen years of being friends have you ever had to endure a silence like this. You don’t know how long you stay like that, silent, making the most intense eye contact you’ve ever made, but it feels like ages. 

Eventually, though, he sniffs and laughs. It sounds forced and you don’t mention it. “You’re right,” he nods, then picks up the bottle and takes a drink that he definitely regrets after it goes down his throat. He sets the bottle back down and licks his lips, avoiding your gaze. “We should go to sleep. I have a ten AM tomorrow.”

You try to fight the frown etching its way onto your face, but it ends up there anyway. You sigh, but nod silently and stand up before he does. You drag your feet over to his bed and flop down face first, muffling your breathing in the fabric. Your mind races, replaying the moment in your head over and over again. Why would you make a joke out of it? The one time Mattsun actually tells you what he’s thinking, and you fuck it up.

It’s fine, though, because, in the end, Mattsun is still climbing into the same bed as you, murmuring a goodnight, and waking up with his limbs tangled with yours, hands buried in your hair, your face pressed to his chest, inhaling his scent.