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creative-crybaby · 3 years ago

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Hey, Neighbour

PAIRING: yan!timeskip!Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader

GENRE: smut | dark content (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: yandere themes, stalking, toxic relationships, violence, mentions of blood, murder, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbation (m and f), non-consensual recording, light manhandling, use of sex toy, brief mention of squirting, brief mention of overstimulation, size kink, breeding kink if you squint, praise kink, voyeurism

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 6.6k

SUMMARY: Your little crush on your neighbour grew with each passing day. If only you knew the effect you had on him. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Got this posted on my birthday, babeeeeeeey 🥳🥳🥳 Anyways, back to homework I go 🥴🥴🥴

You didn’t see him at first. Not that you could, anyway.

The stubborn part of your brain convinced itself you could carry one box more than you could, and you couldn’t see in front of you as a result. Your hastiness didn’t help you either, and the door next to yours swung open as you passed it. You found most of your boxes scattered around on the floor a second later, and you scrambled to pick them up.

“Shit! Are you all right?”

The baritone voice entranced you to find its owner. Your gaze from the ground trailed from the shoes to the nicely fitted black suit pants, to the even better fitted black polo shirt, until you reached a handsome face. There was plenty to notice: a clenched jaw emphasizing his sharp jawline, a prominent upper lip that takes some of his intimidation away, well-sculpted cheekbones that add maturity to his appearance, hooded eyes with thick and dark brows creasing with concern, and black curls you couldn’t help but want to swirl around your finger.

You were stuck admiring and almost forgot to nod. The man apologized, lending you a hand and offering to help you with your boxes. You accepted the attractive stranger’s offer, and he carried them all to your apartment with ease.

You both introduced yourselves, and that stranger turned out to be your next-door neighbour, Matsukawa Issei. He was on his way to work in a hurry when he accidentally knocked you over with his door (something he once again apologized for).

He worked at a funeral home, you discovered. You would have liked to have asked him what that was like, though it was time for you to part ways before you could press further.

“See you around,” he called out with a wave as he walked away. “Hopefully without bumping into each other.”

You figured he had gotten that question about a hundred times already as you hurried back to your new home. Maybe he’ll tell you one of these days.

Matsukawa wasn’t joking: you saw him every day, though you shouldn’t have been surprised. The two of you would leave for work around the same time, sometimes catching each other as you exited your respective homes or even to the station. If not, you’d also seemingly bump into each other at the grocery store or the nearby gym (where he’d jokingly accuse you of checking him out). You’ve even caught him having a smoke break out on his balcony while you went out for fresh air. Regardless of where you were to meet again, he’d always give you that same welcoming smile, his eyes closing as he greeted you with his new nickname for you: “Hey, neighbour.”

Nothing to grow flustered about–that’s what you were to him, after all–though your face couldn’t help but heat up every time he addressed you that way. He chuckled about it too, but he doesn’t comment on your embarrassment; mercy, you called it.

It was a silly little crush at the end of the day; nothing you’d have time for, let alone emotional commitment. Your priority was to start anew, you reminded yourself. Adapt to your new home, new job, new life. Heal.

Then again, what was a little eye candy going to do? As long as you didn’t take it any further, at least for now, there was no harm in admiring beauty when you saw it. Perhaps the light ogling was the path towards healing? Prove to yourself that good men like him did exist in this world. Good, witty, charming, sexy men…

At least, that’s what you told yourself when you caught him at the gym again. You’ve been seeing him there more often, you noticed, though you weren’t exactly complaining. His back was to you, watching his reflection as he lifted his weights. You lost count on your set as you observed him, saliva pooling on your tongue as his biceps flexed.

It was all cut short when another gym member tapped your shoulder, making you jump. The stranger didn’t appear all that amused as you took your time doing jack shit, and you mumbled an apology before moving to the treadmills.

Daring to glimpse your neighbour’s way, you found him already looking back at you through the mirror, entertainment dancing across his features. You whipped your head to face forward, your face feeling much warmer than before.

With you swearing to avoid his gaze for the rest of your life, you failed to realize his eyes never left your frame.

Regardless of whether or not you believed in a greater being out there, you were certain you were being tested right now. You must have been; after all, why else would you find yourself only a few feet away from your half-naked neighbour?

You’d probably cross the short distance between you two if it weren’t for the balcony railings in your way. For now, though, you forced your eyes away from the attractive man who only sported grey sweats.

“Hey, neighbour.”

You didn’t mean to shiver, though it was too late to play it off. Slowly, you turned your head back to face the funeral home employee, your smile obviously forced. He didn’t comment on your wavering voice as you greeted him back; instead smirking at your bashful state.

You stupidly asked him if he was cold, to which he shrugged, his amusement growing by the second. Hoping to shut yourself up, you took a long sip from your mug, eyes trailing elsewhere.

“No need to be so embarrassed,” he chuckled. “You ever been to the beach? Or a pool?”

You sputtered a weak comeback as you tried not to choke on your coffee. A laugh rumbled out of his chest, a deep and melodious tune swimming into your ears. Your eyes landed on the light flexing of his abs with every breath he took, and your grip on your mug tightened.

You made an excuse—something about needing to feed your cat (which you don’t have). He nodded in amusement and politely waved you off before you speed-walked back inside. Even once you were away from him, you could hear his laughter grow louder. If it wasn’t the prettiest sound you ever heard, you’d yell at him to shut up. Asshole.

There was a sex toy shop only a few blocks away. You found it a while back, but never got the chance to explore it. With the day off you got from work, you might as well spoil yourself; you’ve definitely earned it.

And once you found the perfect toy–a magic wand–you were more than ready to test it out once you got home.

The plan was easier said than done when you discovered that the bag they put your toy in was practically see-through. What if you crossed someone on the street? Or your apartment building?

The gods were especially cruel to you with that last part. When you got to your floor, you speed-walked to your door as quickly and quietly as possible. You took a glimpse behind you to make sure no witnesses were around, only to be met with a door to your face. Again.

“Woah!” Whistled a familiar voice. “Hey, neighbour. You okay?”

A large hand splayed itself before you, and you took it as you got off the floor.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” Matsukawa chuckled before observing your face with a gentle hand on your cheek. You felt warm at the small distance between you two, and you moved back, assuring him you were fine. He hummed, then peered down to something next to you. “You dropped something.”

Your eyes widened in a panic as your gaze darted down to your bag. You hastily grabbed onto its handles–making sure the contents remained inside–and excused yourself with a bow.

You’ve only calmed down once you were in the confinements of your home. Your chest heaved for air as you tried to assure yourself that he didn’t see anything. Though even if he didn’t, your reaction was more than questionable.

Embarrassed was an understatement: you were humiliated.

But not so much that you would no longer give your new toy a try.

And you only had one person in mind as you did so.

Why was he here?

Why the fuck was he here?

Were you not careful enough? Did you grow too comfortable going out? All you did was enter your apartment building, only to find your ex-boyfriend already inside.

You weren't able to sneak past him. He caught sight of you right away and asked you to hear him out.

Hear him out.

The fucking audacity.

You told him you never wanted to see him again after you gained the courage to end things with him. You blocked his number, deleted your social media, and moved to Miyagi to start over. None of that was enough for him to get the hint. So now you had to push him away as you tried to tell him to fuck off without your voice wavering. Unfortunately, all that time at the gym wasn’t enough; you were lucky if you even got him to budge. He was much taller and stronger.

And so much fucking scarier.

“Is there a problem here?”

Tears prickled the corners of your eyes at the sound. Matsukawa stood a few feet away from you two, a thick brow raised as he peered down at your ex distastefully. Your neighbour was your guardian angel, you were sure of it.

Without thinking, you ran to him and wrapped your arms around him. You called him babe, and you only then noticed the plastic bags he was holding: groceries. Plastering a large smile, you asked him what he planned on cooking you for dinner tonight.

Matsukawa’s expression didn’t falter, and you could only hope he got the hint. He did–thank God–the arm he carefully wrapped around your waist told you that much. You squeaked at the sudden touch, but tried not to break character.

“I’m making your favourite,” your supposed boyfriend hummed with a warm smile. He then looked back at your ex, his kind expression evaporating. “Didn’t know we were going to have guests tonight.”

That was enough for the creepy bastard to walk away with a scoff. You realized you were still latched onto your neighbour, and you hastily dragged him into the elevator before bringing him into your apartment and slamming the door shut.

You explained yourself in under a minute. Matsukawa had to put his hands on your shoulders to remind you to breathe.

Your ex seemed nice enough when you first met him. Your friends and family weren’t too fond of him; they thought he didn’t have much to offer, but you dismissed them as being shallow at the time.

Your loved ones were only half-right about him: your ex didn’t bring a lot to the table, but what he did just about ruined you. What you used to call “concern for his partner,” you now knew was controlling behaviour: from telling you what to wear to giving you a restricting diet, your choices were no longer your own. Though, that was only the tip of the iceberg.

You’d rather not go too into detail about the horrors of your previous relationship; digging yourself out of that hole was challenging enough. While you were proud of yourself for escaping and learning to open up again, it all felt pointless now. The move, the new job; they meant nothing.

Your neighbour’s expression was unreadable. “Have you informed the police about all this?”

Even in your panicked state, your face managed to falter even more. You told him you don’t trust the police: regardless of whether or not they’d believe you, they’d find a way to side with your ex. He hasn’t done any real harm, you managed to get away before: they’d only believe you once the bastard crossed a line.

You didn’t realize how silent it got since you voiced your concern, having glared off into space at the cards handed to you.

“I’ll take care of it,” he told you. His hands were still on your shoulders, the warmth seeping through the fabric of your shirt and blazing onto your skin. You refrained from shivering. “Do you have another place that you can temporarily stay over at? Like a friend’s house?”

You nodded again, your gaze fixed onto his as you exhaled shakily. It’d all be last-minute to prepare, though you were sure your friend would understand. That wasn’t your focus, though.

Matsukawa was not only quick to believe you, but acted on that belief as well. What would he do? And would it help? Wasn’t him playing the role of boyfriend enough? You didn’t even know what he had planned.

His normally hooded eyes, now piercing as they held your stare, trapped you in place. “I’ll keep you safe.”

He was a man of his word, your neighbour. Only having been gone for two days, you received a call from him assuring you that you could return to your apartment.

“I scared him off,” was as specific as he was willing to be.

Not that you doubted him, though. As gentle as he was with you (minus the times he’d open his door at your face), he was still a towering form of muscle and dark features.

Regardless, was scaring your ex off all it took? Matsukawa seemed to believe so, but he didn’t know your previous lover like you did. Like you do.

Your neighbour understood your concern, though his confidence grappled with his words as he convinced you to return. There was no force in his tone; he was inviting more than anything, but you still had your doubts.

“Tell you what,” he started, “I won’t be going to work tomorrow, so I’ll be around to make sure you’re okay. If you’re comfortable with it, I’ll even let you stay in my room for the day, and I don’t expect nor want you to pay me back in any way. Once you feel better in your own home, we can move on to you calling me whenever you feel unsafe. How’s that sound?”

Your mouth responded before your brain processed. Matsukawa has done so much already; you could figure the rest out yourself. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all.

“It’s no trouble at all, really,” he assured. “I don’t fully know what you’ve gone through, but I know hiding forever won’t do you any good. Give yourself some credit; you’re stronger than you think. You deserve to feel safe in your own home. Besides,” you could practically hear his smug grin through the phone, “I miss my favourite neighbour.”

Oh, he was good.

But he was also kind enough to stand by you as you opened your apartment door. He trailed behind you as you entered your home, even offering to help you unpack after you checked every room. (You said no, of course; he helped enough.)

You just needed to catch up on work for the day, but with a guest, you’d feel guilty keeping him unoccupied. The tea you made for him wasn’t enough for you. He graciously accepted your offer to make him dinner, much to your delight. You were far more ecstatic when he enjoyed the meal, and as time crept closer to your neighbour’s departure, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

You hung your head low as you followed him to your door, and he chuckled.

“My place is right next to yours,” he grinned, lightly nudging your shoulder. “I’m not really going anywhere; I’m right there if you need anything.”

He was about to grab hold of the doorknob when you got the fabric of his shirt first. Matsukawa turned back to you at the tugging sensation, only to have met your glossy eyes peering back up at him. The kiss you landed on his cheek threw him more off-guard, though, and after a short pause between you two, you gave him another one closer to his mouth. And another. And another.

His arms secured themselves around your waist as you desperately pressed your lips against his. Your hands found themselves in his hair, and you sighed as your fingers finally got the chance to play with his curls. With your bodies so close–practically stuck to each other–yours felt warm and your chest; tight.

Even so, you pulled him back into your home. Despite his large frame, his steps slowly followed yours.

“Are you sure?” he panted after separating himself. “You don’t owe me anything—”

You cut him off with a breathless confirmation before connecting with him once more. He returned the affection with just as much fervour, lightly tapping your side to tell you to jump. You were quick to follow, feeling his large hands hooked under your thighs as he carried you back to your room.

Your back hit the mattress beneath you when Matsukawa lightly tossed you onto your bed. He was already removing his shirt while you watched in a daze, though you were still embarrassed as he threw the article of clothing somewhere. He smirked, catching your wandering eyes.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he quipped lowly, removing his slacks. You didn’t miss the bulge his boxers tried to hold back, and you rubbed your thighs together. Without breaking eye contact, Matsukawa crawled onto the bed and continued your previous makeout session.

You realized your clothes were still on, though your neighbour was kind enough to help you take them off. His eyes raked over every inch of exposed skin, lids even more hooded, and you caught the twitch of his bulge in your peripheral vision. Because of this, you missed how he crawled closer, his lips latching onto your neck. The sucking and nibbling sensations fuelled your impatience, making you whine as you pulled him closer. Even as his hands began roaming your body, he wasn’t touching you where you wanted him to. You grabbed hold of his hands to drag them to cup your breasts, and he chuckled against your skin.

“Easy, easy,” he tsked, unclasping your bra and letting it slide off your chest. You almost didn’t notice how his breath hitched as he stared at the exposed flesh. “Christ, you have no idea what you do to me.”

His lips wrapped themselves around one of your nipples, lightly suckling on the bud as one hand groped the neglected mound and the other slid into your damp panties. You mewled helplessly as one of his digits entertained your clit, rubbing slow but sharp circles that made you buck your hips.

So much going on, and you’ve barely started. Every touch Matsukawa landed on your body appeared well-thought-out, his fingers and tongue perfectly following a choreography you had yet to teach him. Or maybe you’ve missed the feeling of someone else’s touch so much that you’ve grown sensitive to whatever has been offered to you?

Your question remained unanswered as he suddenly removed himself from you. You didn’t mean to whine so loudly, but after he ignited a fire in your core, you found it unfair for him to let it dwindle from neglect and a cool breeze.

No one has ever made you beg so quickly before, but much to your delight, Matsukawa complied. Removing your panties with his teeth in one swift motion, he then threw the garment aside to lower himself back to your sopping cunt.

“Shit,” he groaned, taking two fingers to separate your lower lips. “So much better up close, aren’t you?”

You weren’t given a chance to say anything; he already latched onto your clit, lapping at it with his tongue as he slid a finger in your cunt. Your thighs twitched from the sudden rise in pleasure, and your hands planted themselves into his curly locks. Your neighbour felt the tugging sensation sting his scalp and groaned, the vibrations attacking your nub.

“Fucking delicious,” he murmured against your core, sliding in another finger.

You felt him curl his digits inside you, hitting your sweet spot and making you gasp as tears prickled the corners of your eyes. You tried to hold back on squirming, but it was proven too difficult as he sped up his pace. You hardly realized when he added a third finger until your orgasm threatened to erupt.

And when he suckled on your clit, your body writhed in his hold. He didn’t stop, either; his fingers worked their magic alongside his tongue as stars consumed your vision and your toes curled.

Slumped against the mattress, you panted heavily as your lungs begged for oxygen. You blinked away tears as Matsukawa crawled on top of you once more, peering down at your form with a predatory gaze.

“Think you got one more in you?” he hummed, tilting his head slightly. You needed several more seconds before nodding, and a grin pulled at the corners of his lips. “Good girl.”

You were grateful for his eyes being on your face and not your lower half; you didn’t need him to catch you clenching at the praise. You wanted to hear him call you that again. You needed to hear him call you that again.

His large and calloused hands further separated your legs as he shifted closer to his spot between them. Your eyes were glued to his lower half as he teasingly removed his boxers, his cock released from hiding.

It wouldn’t fit; you were sure of it. With a considerable length and girth, you doubted you could even fully wrap your hand around it, let alone take it inside you. The shaft was a couple of shades darker than the rest of his skin while a generous amount of veins littered it. The tip, bulbous and of a rosy hue, leaked precum as it begged for attention.

“Got a condom?” your neighbour asked, snapping you out of your daze. The sex shop offered some for a discount price with your new toy, though you weren’t sure if they even had condoms his size. You nodded regardless, warning him of your concern as you momentarily left your spot to get the condom.

Much to your surprise, it fitted him well. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed as you watched him put it on, wanting to have him as close to you as possible.

Despite these thoughts, you braced yourself as he slid his tip in, your hands going straight to his back and digging their nails into his skin. He grunted into your ear before whispering sweet nothings to soothe you. While they helped to a certain extent, you found it challenging to relax as he slid more of himself inside you.

“Doing so well for me, doll,” Matsukawa panted, pressing a light peck to your cheek. “About halfway there.”

Halfway, he said. You could feel him in your stomach as is, stretched wide open to accommodate his size, and it wasn’t enough. He stopped moving momentarily to allow you to adjust, thank God, but your tears escaped nonetheless.

Your handsome neighbour shushed you throughout the process to calm you down, whispering more words of encouragement as he slowly slid the rest of him inside. Eventually, your hips touched, and whatever air was left in your lungs broke out. He was kissing your neck now, sliding one of his hands down to give your clit some attention. With a shaky sigh, your grip on his shoulder blades loosened ever so slightly, the pleasure slowly distracting you from such a stretch.

You told him to move, albeit meekly, though he promised to go at your pace. You felt every inch of him as he reeled his hips back and thrust in. He stuck to his word and moved slowly, though his strokes were deep, filling you up to the hilt every time. Bit by bit, the pain evaporated until only the pleasure was left to flood your veins. Hearing him grunt and groan against your skin was a bonus, his baritone travelling straight to your core.

“Christ,” Matsukawa rasped as you squeezed him even tighter. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Taking me so well. You feel good, doll?”

Your moaning told him plenty, and he was happy to oblige when you asked him to go faster. Being split in half like this was a foreign sensation, but welcomed nonetheless. You could feel every vein dragging along inside you—were they sensitive? Was this as heavenly to the handsome ravenette as it was to you? His noises were an indication, but you were by far louder. Could anyone even take a cock this big? Assuming you ever got the honour of having him again, you regretted spending money on a toy that couldn’t compare.

Matsukawa picked up his speed and force, grunting something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch in your state. He’d prod at your sweet spot with every stroke, your mind drawing a blank as you wrapped your legs around the small of his back. You didn’t even realize that you were calling him Issei, the name flowing out your mouth like an angel’s song, a prayer to the heavens as your vision grew spotty.

“Fuck, doll,” he gasped, his body tensing. “Keep saying my name. Just like that. ‘M so fucking close.”

Oh, he had no idea. The string in your lower abdomen, thin and withering, was just about to snap. And when he snuck his hand back down to play with your clit once more, the dam burst. Your body tensed as flames streamed through your veins, your jaw dropping as your throat trapped the air begging to escape.

You felt your neighbour’s frame grow rigid in your hold, filling the condom as a low groan dragged out from his chest.

You both calmed down from your highs, and only then did you discover that you’ve been dragging your nails all over his back. His body slumped next to yours on the bed, chest heaving as a grin made way on his face.

Even after all that happened, fear crept into your brain, spreading anxiety throughout your body as you watched him sit up. Memories of your ex leaving you to your lonesome for a smoke break after nights of dissatisfaction played in your head, and you instinctively assumed it would happen again.

“Gonna clean you up.” Matsukawa snapped you out of your thoughts. He carefully removed the condom and threw it in your bin before turning around to face you once more, his expression gentle. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

You wished him sticking to his word didn’t affect you the way it did, but you weren’t used to this form of treatment. He’s seen you naked—why were you so bashful as he swiped the towel across your core? He was careful, you noticed, though you were still sensitive. And when he returned to bed with you, he invited you into his arms, asking you if you needed anything else. With a shake of your head, you slowly shifted closer, leaning against his build as you were embraced with warmth and safety.

You two stayed that way for who knows how long, his voice lulling you to subconsciousness.

For the first time in forever, Matsukawa didn’t mind being in a rush to go to work.

He knew he’d be getting a new neighbour, though causing her trouble on their first encounter wasn’t what he had planned. You were cute, he noted. And stubborn, he soon discovered: it took him a bit of persuading to convince you to help with your boxes as an apology for knocking them out of your hold.

You remained on his mind during work that day, and the frequency only increased once he started seeing you more often. He was sure the first few times were mere coincidences, though after finding you at the same gym as him, there was a part of him subconsciously seeking you out. He’d take note of the brands you’d buy at the grocery store, the way you tried to hide your discomfort whenever he’d smoke (something he stopped doing altogether for you), and your progress on your sets and form at the gym. That last one fuelled his ego when he once caught your gaze on him, and he couldn’t help but tease you about it in his own way. You were so cute when flustered; you couldn’t argue with him to save your life. Not that he minded. You could stare at him all you wanted.

He could say with sincere honesty that bumping into you once again in the corridor was an accident. His eyes would naturally glimpse down at your bag out of curiosity; he didn’t mean to be so nosy. But when seeing a sex toy peek out from its carrier, you couldn’t blame him for staring. Luckily, he kept a neutral expression while returning his gaze to your form. You hadn’t noticed him catching your latest purchase, and he had to refrain from smirking.

He wasn’t even upset when you abruptly left him in the corridor from embarrassment. It just meant he could go back to his room and stroke his dick to the thought of you using the wand. How would you use it? Did you like to ease into it, gradually upping the vibration setting? Or did you prefer to tease yourself, turning into a whining puddle as you held back from going all out? Maybe you overstimulated yourself right at the start, keeping the vibrations high until you were a squirting mess with trembling legs.

He was cumming on his abdomen before he knew it. His eyes bored into the sticky mess he made as he caught his breath. He hadn’t finished that quickly since his early teens, and he bet the real thing with you would feel much more euphoric.

How often did you think about him? Did you think about him at all? You definitely did; after your previous encounter on your respective balconies, there was no way he hadn’t crossed your mind at least once. Did his name ever slip past your lips as you touched yourself? Have you imagined him making you cum? What would you want him to do to you? What would his name sound like if you moaned it?

He snuck into your room the next day after you left for work. Playing around with the lock wasn’t anything he hasn’t done before—turns out the things he learned in high school did turn out handy, even if it wasn’t taught in class. He set up a tiny camera in a tight corner of your room connected to his laptop. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. At least, in your case.

For Matsukawa, he needed to know more.

The same day he set up his gear, you used your new toy again in the evening. You were practically dripping; what made you so fucking needy? Were you like that all day?

You played with your clit, easing yourself into the pleasure before eventually using your latest purchase. You were whimpering something under your breath—what, your neighbour couldn’t tell, not with the loud buzzing of the wand. If only he could’ve hidden the camera closer to you, but being in such a rush made him hastily choose whatever spot appeared the best.

But then you got louder. Mostly mewling and moaning, though he couldn’t distinguish much.

Until he did. The ravenette thought he imagined it, being so distracted as he tugged at his cock, but you whined it again.

Mattsun.

He heard you call him that almost every day, and it never got old for him. Not in this setting, though. It was more beautiful than all the times he’d imagine you crying it out underneath him. If only he could get you to call him Issei…

He barely got to complete that thought, having made another mess with his cum. You made him finish so early and hard; it was embarrassing. How was he ever supposed to make you feel this good when you had such an effect on him?

Regardless, he laughed: Matsukawa had a chance.

Then he came along.

The funeral home employee couldn’t give less of a shit where your ex came from; he just wanted the creep to stop standing so close to you. He hadn’t realized how tense he was until you ran to him with open arms, and he felt so much lighter. He could feel you shaking as he returned the embrace, and he wished you’d keep calling him babe.

It was all cut short, and his bliss was soon replaced with fury as you explained your situation. He was honoured that you trusted him more than the cops, though the possibility of them not keeping you safe seeped more anger into his chest. But you didn’t need to see him in such a way; you were already in such a vulnerable state.

So go stay at your friend’s for a bit, and let him do his job to protect you.

There’s no way your ex wouldn’t return to your place now that he discovered where you are. You couldn’t keep hiding, not when you were within reach. So why try to fight against your ex’s persistence? Be inviting, and let it be that fucker’s downfall.

The funeral home employee was quick to prepare for the unwanted visit. He easily fiddled with the lock to your apartment, having done it many times before when you were gone, and let himself in. Purposely leaving the door unlocked, he waited. He waited for as long as he needed to, which was only about twenty minutes before he heard the doorknob jiggle. In sneaked your ex, peeking at every corner before entering the apartment. He jumped when he saw Matsukawa on the couch, whose eyes bored into his target with an unreadable expression.

You let him in, the creep stuttered out. He just needed to get some of his old things back.

Bullshit, but your neighbour offered to lead the way to your room regardless. Only, instead of going straight to the end of the corridor, the two took a right to the bathroom. Before the ex could voice his confusion, he felt a large hand grab onto the back of his head and push him down, slamming it into the sink. Matsukawa wasn’t satisfied; he reeled the bastard’s head back and did it again. And again. And again. And again.

Blood splattered onto the porcelain, juxtaposing the cleanliness of the white with the horrors behind the deep red. Your ex’s head was barely recognizable, if at all. His remains flopped into the sink and onto the floor, blood following the myriad paths between each tile.

Good thing he wore black, but it wasn’t like his closet held many other options. He could worry about his clothes later; it was time to clean up.

His profession came in handy when it called for it. The death consuming the atmosphere stopped overwhelming him long ago, and blood barely fazed him, if at all. It became welcoming over time, he found. Though he assured himself his reasoning behind bashing your filthy ex-boyfriend’s head into your bathroom sink was for your safety first and foremost.

And with his priorities in check, he was given his reward. Hearing you thank him profusely through the phone and in person for helping you warmed his heart, and having you cling to him was the icing on the cake. You needed him; it took you a while to realize this fact, but you finally realized it.

How could he say no to you when you offered to make him dinner? As tempting as it was to casually mention the “no pets” policy in their building, he decided to keep quiet. (He could always tease you later, after all.) He made sure to take his time with every bite, not only to savour the taste but to stall time. No good thing could last forever, could it? Next door neighbours or not, it wasn’t enough, but he forced himself to say goodbye before heading to your door.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised when you tugged at his shirt. And the look you gave him—oh, that look. He could feel his cock stir in his pants from your doe eyes peering up at him, practically begging him to stay. It would be rude to say no, wouldn’t it?

Kissing you was the best he’s ever felt. Every touch you gave him, from tugging at his locks to pressing your lips harder against his, was full of desperation that went straight to his ego and dick. Could you tell how hard he was as he carried you to your room? Even if you couldn’t hear his erratic heartbeat, you should’ve been able to feel it with how close your bodies were.

Seeing you laying on your bed reminded Matsukawa of all the times he’s watched you from behind a screen. This time, though, he got to live out a fantasy. He didn’t have to imagine your taste or wonder what your limits would be; he could test it out for himself. Best of all, he’d get to hear you scream his name.

He remembered what you liked, having watched you so many times. He knew how sensitive you were, and he loved how responsive you were. The way you squeezed his fingers further excited him for what was to come, and your taste was one he’d never want to forget. You won’t need that damn toy anymore now that you had him.

Fitting his cock inside you was a challenge, but you accommodated well. Matsukawa was sure his brain stopped working for a moment with how tightly you were clenching him; he wished he didn’t have the condom on, wanting to feel you milk him dry, fill you up with every drop of cum until you couldn’t take it anymore—

One step at a time. He sat up momentarily to see your pussy stretched open, trying to take him all in. He could’ve cum then and there, but he waited too long for this moment; he’d drag it out, enjoy every second and burn your every reaction into his memory.

“Always so pretty when you cum, aren’t you, doll?”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

“You’re mine, you hear? Your mind, your body, your soul, your very being is all mine.”

You didn’t hear a damn thing with how fucked out you were, though he supposed he should be grateful for that. Even after all that aggression, Matsukawa shifted to a more gentle persona, cleaning you up and holding you close until you fell asleep.

He didn’t let go after you drifted off, either. He wouldn’t sleep—he refused to. His dark eyes traced every feature on your face. His index finger gently glided across your cheekbone, sliding down to follow your jaw until he stopped at your chin to drag his thumb across your lower lip. You surprisingly didn’t wake up: were you a heavy sleeper? Or could you not sleep because of the past few days?

You had nothing to worry about; at least he knew this. He took care of your problem; you wouldn’t have to keep running. You could relax; rely on him to keep you safe. As stubborn as you could be, he also knew you’d eventually come around. Why deny what’s in your best interest?

With a final kiss planted on your temple, Matsukawa pulled you closer to his side.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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Beg, Borrow & Steal

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

“I know it’s stupid. I know, but–”

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

He’s joking about the first part.

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, you’re well aware.

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

It’s one hell of a confidence booster.

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

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

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

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

“What about when you won?”

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

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

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

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

“Mattsun’s just–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blinks, and there’s nothing.

“Tooru–”

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

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

Mattsun–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

He’s silent for a long time.

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A refusal to back down.

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

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

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

To be what he wants.

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

You sigh, “… I don’t–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, fine. As friends.”

—

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

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

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

—

“So you never so much as suspected–?”

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

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

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

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

Because it isn’t difficult being with him.

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

Like breathing.

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

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

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

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

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

“Actually, I should probably–”

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

You sigh, “Matsukawa–”

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

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

He’s not lying.

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

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

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

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

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

Matsukawa chuckles, shaking his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s not just talking about dinner.

“The dumplings are that good, huh?”

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

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

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

“Greedy.”

You grin wider. “For dumplings? Absolutely.”

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

Issei, on the other hand, snorts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think I should go.”

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

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

—

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

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

Hoarse.

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

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

Sorry for staying out later than you’d promised.

Sorry for kissing Matsukawa.

Sorry for hurting him.

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

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

It’s white noise, all of it.

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

Oh god, it hurts.

—

The two of you fly home the following afternoon.

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

What other choice is there?

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

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

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

“I love you,” he reminds you.

—

Months pass.

You… adjust.

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

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

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

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

Only it isn’t Tooru.

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

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

Your heart thuds unevenly.

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

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

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

Matsukawa ignores it entirely.

“You said yes.”

A statement, not a question.

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

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

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

“I did.”

His throat bobs, eyes narrowing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because Mattsun can’t… he wouldn’t–

You don’t dare finish the thought.

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

He won’t hurt you.

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

“Issei.”

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

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

Your skin prickles, goosebumps rising.

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

Anything.

You come away empty.

“I don’t want this.”

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

“We don’t always get what we want.”

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

“Matsu–”

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

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

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

“Issei, please!”

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

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

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

Your stomach turns at the thought.

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

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

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

He’s enjoying this, you realise sickly.

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

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

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

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

“Please, please Issei, I don’t–”

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

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

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

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

It’s Tooru who’s doing this.

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

It’s Tooru.

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

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

Tooru likes to take his sweet time.

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

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

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

And still you don’t look.

Can’t bear to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it’s only the tip.

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

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

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

Traitorous.

Wanting.

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

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

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

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

Why wasn’t Tooru enough?

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

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

You can’t think. Can’t move.

Can barely breathe.

Pain, pain, pain–

and pleasure, curled up in one.

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

He fucks you on his cock like a ragdoll.

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

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

“Is-sei” you gasp – a plea.

One he ignores.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hate him.

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

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

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

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

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

And you unravel completely.

—

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

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

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

You can’t outrun him.

Or Tooru, once he finds out.

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

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

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

Exhales again, smoke billowing from curling lips.

“Captain.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere mastukawa x reader #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #yandere matsukawa issei x reader #tw: noncon

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martellprincess-writes · 2 years ago

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0NE NATI0N UNDER BL00D AND H0NEY

SERIES MASTERLIST: HAIKYUU FULL-LENGTH FIC

synopsis. At an all-women's college, soldiers take siege during martial law.

aesthetics. psychological thriller, 80's/90's japan. haikyuu!! soldiers vs. female students, martial law, hostages, war-torn society, dark academia, stockholm syndrome, military AU, tragedy, loss, angst

warnings. EXTREMELY DARK CONTENT // 20+ // minors + under-20s DO NOT INTERACT please // NONCON // GRAPHIC CONTENT // PHYSICAL VIOLENCE // nsfw, abuse, twisted and toxic relationships, stockholm syndrome

pairing. various haikyuu boys x multiple f! characters

authors note. this is my attempt to bring more full-length fics to this fandom and to explore more depth with original female characters instead of x readers. one-shot x readers … i’m tired

auth. note 2. links go to ao3 because i’m not putting myself through the hell of posting a full fic on this site

status: ongoing

CHAPTER LIST ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━ ━━

01 ━━ WIND BEFORE THE STORM: AKAASHI, BOKUTO

02 ━━ WE'LL SAVE YOU: MATSUKAWA, IWAIZUMI

03 ━━ CALL US LUCKY: IWAIZUMI, MATSUKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, MEIAN, ENNOSHITA

04 ━━ CAN'T SAVE YOU NOW: ENNOSHITA, OSAMU, KAGEYAMA, IWAIZUMI

05 ━━ NOWHERE TO CALL HOME: IWAIZUMI, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, DAICHI, AONE

06 ━━ SO MUCH INNOCENCE: ENNOSHITA, MATSUKAWA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, AKAASHI, ATSUMU

07 ━━ NIGHT HAS COME: BOKUTO, AKAASHI, TANAKA, ATSUMU, MEIAN, MATSUKAWA, OIKAWA

08 ━━ tbd

09 ━━ tbd

10 ━━

11 ━━

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu longfic #haikyuu x oc #hq x reader #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #daichi sawamura #oikawa tooru #tanaka ryuunosuke #osamu miya #hq smut #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #meian shuugo #ennoshita chikara #miya atsumu #tw noncon #yandere haikyuu

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tatakaebomb · 3 years ago

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Maid for you

ꕥ Pairing : Matsukawa x Maid! Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : When mattsun’s horny. He’s horny.

ꕥ Word count : 2.2k

ꕥ TW : Smut, Blackmail, Manipulation, Shower sex, Dub con, non con (?), dacryphilia, dumbification, slight hand job, fingering, cream pie, perverted thoughts, small age gap (reader 21 but I don’t really mention that), virginity loss, issei a creeeeppp, dom! sub! Dynamic (sub reader), nipple play, ass play, slight breeding kink, foreplay, probs a lot more but issei horny af and likes maid girls okay okay. 18+

He was a workaholic. All day, all night. The funeral home he worked at was exhausting, clients walking into it with tears, and leaving out with more. He had no escape to say the less and for an opportunity to fly abroad, just him and himself even for only a week was something he would snatch at.

And that’s what led him to be sat on his hotel bed, staring at the fan, wondering what his life may be like in ten years time. He’s 27 for Christ sake and the closest thing he’s ever had to a long term relationship is the many hookups he’s been involved in. Just women to women in and out of his room, sometimes he doesn’t even go the full way of satisfying because they look better from behind than up front.

There was no noise in the room. Nothing but the faint noise of his breathing as he continues to picture a potential future lover. Someone he could settle down and have kids with, no scrap that, someone he could fuck over and over and over and never get bored of her. Throw her over the counter and spank her ass until it’s red and sore, suck hickeys into the side of her neck in the shape of his name. Have someone greet him when he comes home from work all tired and agonised, crawl on her knees and let him face fuck her how he needs to. He needs that more than anything, but at this rate he probably won’t get it.

It’s been 18 long months without sex, not even a kiss on his lips. Works been intolerable and all he needs right now is someone to let him touch up and plunge how he wants too, but that’s unlikely, that’s why this holiday would hopefully let him relax, maybe find a cute girl while he’s at i-

KNOCK KNOCK

‘Huh?’ He grunts, lifting himself up on his arms. He stayed staring at the door for a while, confused on who that could be.

Shrugging himself out of bed he didn’t bother to put on a top, only sufficing with his sweatpants. He wasn’t even bothered enough to look through the peep hole, only simply swinging open the door in hopes maybe it’s free food.

But it was something even better…

‘Hello Mr Matsukawa! Erm, I’m here for the room service you ordered?’

You were stood there, pretty in what looked like a simple beige apron and a yellow spaghetti strap dress with the hotel logo embedded at the front. You looked tired, face bare without makeup and hair messily tied up in a clip.

The hotel you worked at was a dump to say the least, it was around a 2 star maximum but with someone as pretty as you working here it was without a doubt probably the reason why the rankings are higher than they seem.

Issei couldn’t imagine the amount of men in the same shoes as him, just happy to see a woman like you wanting to serve them, to give them food and change their bedsheets. A pretty obedient maid that all they wanted was to take home and have them keep. You were probably underpaid and the only way to get tips was to show off your body, explains the slutty dress.

‘Sir?’

‘Oh right, yeah come in.’

Opening the door wider you rolled in with your tray. Setting it on the desk and allowing the little flower in the vase to swing around mindlessly.

All he ordered was a packet of peanuts, but you gave it prepared with little petals surrounded it, how sweet.

‘There you go, is that all?’ You sweetly ask. Turning around to face the man infront of you. His tired eyes and curly hair swung down his face, arms crossed over his chest flexing his muscles slightly. But it was out of profession to look, after all you rely on tips. Gotta stay sweet.

‘Hm… I didn’t ask for these.’ He lied, picking up the pack and examining it ‘Nope, asked for walnuts, not peanuts.’

‘B-but you told me peanuts? Are you sure’

‘Are you doubting me’ he sternly speaks, tone blunt. Not even a crack of a smile on his face.

‘NO! No of course not, I’ll go get your walnuts now sir’

‘It’s too late now, I’m not in the mood for nuts’

You were confused to say the less, he asked for peanuts, you knew he did because you spoke to him down the line.

‘Oh okay…sorry sir, please call if you need anything else..’ you walk towards the door, embarrassed and confused for what just happened, only for his neutral voice to speak out. Making you halter in your steps.

‘I didn’t say leave…whats your name?’ His attempt at a conversation succeeds as you shyly play with your fingers in your hands. Trying your best to make a good impression on the man sat on the bed infront of you, flicking through his phone.

‘Y/N sir…’

‘Pretty name for a pretty girl hm, how long you been working here for?’

‘Five years sir’

‘Five years? Why…?’

‘I- I’m sorry isn’t that a bit personal.’

‘You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to, just tryna make conversation sweetheart..’

The room was silent again, only the hum of the clock ticking was heard and the patting of his phone running down the phone screen, until the click of the button shuts it down.

‘What’s your job role?’

‘Maid sir, erm- to provide good service and make customers satisfied.’

‘Satisfied? You think bringing me peanuts made me satisfied?’

‘I did offer to get a replacement…sir.’

Your tone was slightly ticked off, attentive to mattsun who just wanted to rip your dress off and go to town on your pussy. But considering how timid and sweet you seemed, he wouldn’t mind a bit of foreplay.

Walking over to you, he pays no mind to cup your jaw within his fingers, forcing your beautiful eyes to stare up at him. All submissive and obediently.

‘I like when people make eye contact with me…’ his shallow words speak out, making you gulp slightly under his warm touch. ‘But I don’t like when they talk back.’

‘Sir, I didn’t talk-‘

‘Doing it again? It’s like you want me to report you.’

You were on your last strike, knowing that if you fuck up one more time you could lose your job. That’s why when this stranger spoke to you, you felt so scared. He seemed so big and scary, almost knowing of this himself. And you would be lying if you didn’t know he was about to use it to his advantage.

‘Sir….’

‘What ways do you satisfy a customer?’ His hand starting to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer towards him, the smell of fear radiating off you…

‘Room service, f-food service…’

‘Personal service?’

‘No sir, n-not that..’

‘Would you? Maybe for a bit of extra cash…’

Biting your lip, you knew you couldn’t give into the temptation of this man, it was your moral obligation to help him not serve him. ‘No sir. I cant. I wont…’

‘Shame…’ he sighs, dropping you and walking into the bathroom, your heart race dropping slightly at his next words before he entered the shower. ‘Might have to tell a little white lie to your boss.’

Your job was so unfair, the minimum wage scheme, the long hours and now being openly manipulated by random men? This wasn’t the first time this happened, but for you to be in your managers bad books you do not want to risk a job, besides it’s not like he was bad looking, maybe it would be a bit of fun. Maybe not though…

Opening the bathroom door, you were faced with the steamy mirrors and fog coating the room. Spinning around you saw him showering mindlessly, like he didn’t just blackmail you into having sex with him. You wish you could be as nonchalant as that.

‘You can start by taking off your apron and dress, leave it on the floor by the sink.’ He calls out, already knowing what you were here for. Seemed like it wasn’t his first time gaslighting someone into sex.

Stripping yourself, you unclip your hair and leave it by the tap. Your clothes and apron neatly folded and shoes placed sweetly next to it.

Stepping into the spacious shower, the water began running down your body. Your eyes shut and arms covering your waist in nerves and disgust for what your doing, you know it’s wrong, you don’t want this, but what more can you do?

His warm fingers move quickly to pull your hands away from you, greedy eyes examining your figure. Blood rushing to his cock at the sight of your flushed, embarrassed face. Pretty, erect tits, hard under the running of water. ‘Is this your first time?’

‘Yes sir…’

‘Call me issei’ one hand cupping your jaw as the other moves to claw at your ass, grabbing and slapping the flesh in his grip. Small gasp escaping your lips as he pushed his lips hungrily onto yours. Saliva coating your lips, you didn’t expect someone so handsome to be as horny and thirsty as he was.

You were suddenly met with the feeling of his tip brushed between your smaller hand. Your eyes moving to glance at the dick forced onto your grip. Issei’s larger hand helping you palm at him, his eyes shutting and head swinging back in pleasure.

‘Yeah- fuck like that…’ delightful sighs leaving mattsun’s lips, you thighs starting to clench at the feeling of him so hard under your touch. Your mouth with drool as you continue to stare at it, pace increasing every second. The long vein striped right from the cock to the tip made you drool unintentionally, a small drop of it tapping onto his flushed tip. ‘Don’t tease me baby…’

‘Sorry sir…’

‘I love how submissive you are, turns me on even more.’ He stares into you, lingering eyes as he begins rubbing at your tits, the water dripping down your cleavage all the way down to your sensitive pussy.

He doesn’t miss this, rutting into your core, you were slightly frightened from how big he was. Cock slapping onto you, easily reaching up to your belly button if not more.

Brown eyes move to meet yours, smirk planted on his lips as he drops your ass, picking you up and planting you on the glass walls. A loud moan screeched from your lips as he forced himself inside your tight pussy, so wet and juicy for him.

‘Your so tight…’ eyes fixated on where you two met, he felt like he could cum there and then at how you looked. So fucked out and scared already? He wasn’t even done with you. ‘You never even touched yourself? No vibrators? Fingers? Nothing?’

A small shake of your distressed face sent him into a frenzy, he was your first and now he’s gotta show you whose boss

Gripping your hips he began to move inside you, loud noises of flesh slapping began to be heard over the dripping over the running water, your arms mindlessly cupping round his neck as you started to moan in his ear.

‘It- hurts…fuck…’

‘C- calm down.’ A small spank to your thigh made you moan, biting your lip down, you could feel your tits pushing harshly against his strong chest.

‘Ah- feels good..’

‘Fuck- tell me how you like it baby..’ lips sucking violently at your skin as he thrusted balls deep inside of you, so desperately milking his cock into you.

‘Want you to touch me issei, please..’ pretty, tearful eyes stared at him. How could he ever say sorry to a face as beautiful as yours.

His fingers nudged at your red clit, rubbing it inside of you, you felt so full, cock bulging at your stomach from how much he pushed into you. This was so bad, so so bad…but it felt so good…

‘YES!! Yes like that yesss daddy…’

‘Such a whore for me yeah? For me?’

‘For you yes yes yes…’ your orgasm nearing, slick sticking to your thighs as he banged you out, you felt like a bitch in heat. A small vulnerable woman stuck in her own porno, getting used and beat the fuck out by this random stranger… but the way his cock pushed so deeply inside you was better than anything you’ve ever had, he felt so addictive

And he thought the same about you never the less, he loves tight, virgin women.. you were different to the rest, so timid and shy, but with such a bad attitude, a shy brat, something he just loved about his women…

‘ISSEI!!!’ You scream, gushing all over his thighs and legs as he did the same, filling your virgin cunt up to the brim, your teeth sunk into his shoulder as he continued to fuck into you, ride you both out of your orgasms…

Dropping you on your two legs, he took no time cupping you and throwing you over his shoulder, your tired face enough to show he did his job. Fingers plunged into you to make sure none of his seed spills from your hymen-broke cunt.

Turning the tap off, he made his way out into his room, setting you on the bed and watching your sleepy eyes start to close shut.

‘You ain’t sleeping, got a whole week with me, might even take you home if your lucky.’

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sophiria · 3 years ago

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highball

pairing: soft!yandere Matsukawa x fem!reader x soft!yandere Hanamaki

content warnings and tags: 18+, dubcon due to alcohol, explicit sexual content (threesome, vaginal and oral sex, creampie), manipulation, non-consensual photo-taking, angsty undertones due to past failed relationships, timeskip manga spoilers

word count: just a bit over 1k

8.00 pm

Matsukawa and Hanamaki got up from their seats as you approached them, greeting you with the affectionate hug they always reserved for you. The Izakaya you chose for the reunion was located west of Sendai Castle, in the same area as your old high school, Aoba Johsai. Their drinks of choice, a glass of Blackberry Whiskey for Mattsun and a Cassis Orange for Makki, were placed on their table alongside a Hoppy drink, the barely alcoholic beverage they knew you often order before selecting something stronger.

They invited you to sit in between them, and then the three of you began to make up for the lost time. Perhaps still dazed from the trip back home to Miyagi, you kept missing the restless looks they shared whenever you seemed to be holding something back throughout the dinner.

"You can talk to us about anything, you know?" Mattsun murmured in your ear, and your cheeks heated up as you perceived his warm breath on your skin, "I can tell from your gaze that you're far away from us tonight."

Makki hummed in agreement, scooting even closer to you. "We already know that something important happened because Iwa told us," he informed you (a half-truth really, because he and Mattsun were aware of everything), "we're not here to judge, whatever it is."

You removed your cardigan as the room temperature rose (though you didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, your emotions about what happened in your private life, or the way their bodies were incredibly close to yours.)

"I'm sorry I'm being a buzzkill tonight guys," you told them, letting out a dry chuckle, "I'm probably tired from the trip, and…" you heaved a sigh, "I still haven't processed the heartbreak."

Mattsun grasped your chin, angling your face towards him. "Did someone break your heart?"

You gnawed at your lower lip. "My ex-boyfriends, actually," you replied, and Makki placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "they simply realized they didn't want me anymore. And it hurts even more because we used to be friends before we got together."

Issei clicked his tongue. "They're nothing but assholes," he drawled, and Takahiro smirked, "they don't deserve your heart and mind."

(and body, Mattsun wanted to add, but he stopped short. It wasn't the right time of the night, not yet.)

A bittersweet smile appeared on your lips. "I thought they were different, but I guess you can't trust people. Not even when they're your close friends."

It was Makki's turn to angle your face towards him. "I hope you don't think that of Mattsun and me as well," his tone was gentle, but there was a dangerous edge that made you shiver slightly, "we from Seijoh will always have your back, you know that, right?"

You patted his cheek. "That's why I'm tempted to return to Sendai," you said, and their eyes twinkled with veiled euphoria, "Oikawa is in San Juan, and Iwa, of course, lives in Tokyo, but I've got you two here, right?" You turned towards Mattsun anew, observing how a soft smile appeared on his lips. Your eyes wandered from one to the other, gauging their reactions to your words. They seemed content enough, but still, insecurity washed over you. "Of course, I won't be in your way all the time if you're worried about that."

Issei stared at Takahiro for a few moments, and then their gazes were on you once more.

"Trust us, doll," Matsukawa spoke up, "neither of us would mind if you stayed with us all the time."

11.00 pm

The moment the three of you walked through the door of Issei's apartment, Hanamaki was the first to slip his tongue inside your mouth, all while Matsukawa began undressing you and whispering how much they had wanted you all along. It didn't take long for you to end up naked and over the kitchen counter, Makki impaling you on his cock as his fingers rubbed in circles over your clit while Mattsun seized your jaw and guided his length inside the wet heat of your mouth. Then it was the couch, Matsukawa plunging into you from behind as he gripped the nape of your neck, and Hanamaki swirled his tongue around your nipples, his deft fingers slipping in and out of your pussy at the same time Mattsun's cock was filling you up.

Soon, you were deep-throating Makki as he muttered curses and praises while Mattsun murmured how well you were taking them as he sucked on your clit and curled his fingers against your g-spot. Your entire body was on fire, and your nerves tingled with desire as their hands and tongues constantly overwhelmed every inch of your bare skin.

Near the end of your first night together, Mattsun brought you to his bed and began thrusting in and out of your slippery pussy as Makki kept your legs folded against your chest, speaking low in your ear about how they would be the only ones seeing you like this from now on.

Only moans, pleads, and gasps along with their names left your lips, and your back arched as you shuddered and came on Mattsun's cock once more, while Makki's hands kept stroking your clit until you were overstimulated and tears of ecstasy pooled in the corner of your eyes.

1.00 am

The moment you closed your eyes and fell asleep in the middle of the bed, Matsukawa and Hanamaki couldn't help but admire the image in front of them: you were resting on your back with your lips and legs slightly parted, traces of cum seeping between your thighs, and a gossamer sheen was smeared over your pussy. The bedsheets rustled around your body, one arm placed under your breasts while the other was over your head. In their eyes, you truly looked like you came out of a painting.

"Didn't Iwa give us the numbers of the ex-boyfriends?"

Hanamaki nodded, taking the phone out of the pocket of his discarded pants. "Yeah, he did."

Matsukawa's eyes were still fixed on your figure. "You still know how to send untraceable messages, right, Makki?"

A smirk appeared on the corner of Hanamaki's lips. "Are you thinking about what I think you're thinking about?"

Matsukawa tilted his head towards his best friend. "They should know that what they lost isn't theirs anymore, and maybe it never was."

Their eyes glinted as they shared a knowing look, and Makki handed the phone to Mattsun. "I'm good with technology, but you're better at taking pictures."

A full body shot, then one of your upper body with your face and breasts on display, and the third one with your pussy and legs in the frame.

You often told them you didn't feel like the photogenic type, but Makki and Mattsun would always disagree.

Hanamaki smiled to himself as he looked at the pictures Issei took, "Do you think they'll contact her once they see the photos?"

Matsukawa smirked softly. "From what Iwaizumi told me, Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi have quite the personalities. So I don't have doubts about that."

1.30 am

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sunantia · 3 years ago

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Birthday Gift

A/N: In honor of the kings birthday, my first fic is dedicated to the birthday boy Matsukawa

Pairing:Matsukawa x Reader

Synopsis: Matsukawa is tired of waiting, so as a special birthday gift to himself he’ll just take what belongs to him.

Warning: Noncon, predator Matsukawa, degradation, finger sucking, slut-shaming, no prep, mentions of breeding, mentions of gangbang, 1.8k words

Matsukawa was getting impatient. He’d grown tired of the constant silly games and childlike banter. His low eyes stared daggers into your form as you walked away towards the kitchen to grab another beer. Your hips swayed side to side giving Matsukawa a show he couldn’t tear his eyes away from.

“Oi dumbass” he heard Hanamaki’s voice cut through the air, interrupting his daydream. “Take a picture it would last longer” he had a knowing smirk on his face.

“Fuck you” Matsukawa grumbled and rolled his eyes. Of course everyone knew about his crush for you. He could hear Hanamaki and Oikawa snicker as you walked back in glowing as usual.

“Mattsun how’s it feel to be an old man?” you asked. Your voice was so perfect. It had the perfect edge to it. Matsukawa could feel butterflies in his stomach whenever you called his name. His name dripping off your tongue like sweet honey, that’s where it belonged.

“I finally get senior citizen discounts how do you think I feel” he chuckled sipping from his lukewarm beer.

You laughed, throwing your head back exposing your neck. You’d look so pretty with marks covering you, with his hand wrapped around your neck stuffing you full. Matsukawa’s shameless thoughts left him desperate to have you. He felt like he deserved it. He deserved to be the one between your legs watching the way you gasp from taking a cock so big. The group sat chatting mindlessly before Oikawa spoke slurring his words.

“I have to…home” he spoke with a lopsided grin dragging across his lips.

“You can’t even finish your sentence, how in the hell do you think you can drive?” Iwaizumi mumbled before helping Oikawa up with a groan.

“I’m going to take this idiot home” he dragged himself and Oikawa towards the door. “Maki if you want a ride home bring your ass,” he turned to Matsukawa with a smirk “ Happy Birthday Mattsun”

Hanamaki got up in a rush “ My ride home is about to pull off on me,so I’ll see you guys, Happy birthday grandpa”

Matsukaw sat smiling like a kid with candy . The door closed behind Hanamaki leaving an eerie silence to hover over the room .

You sat up “I really hope you enjoyed your birthday” Your breast peaked through your shirt exposing the curves of your chest that Matsukawa definitely didn’t miss.

He let out a low sigh before resting his head against the chair to stare at the ceiling.

“It was fun, especially you, being such a fucking tease.” his voice was dark.

You sat in silence stunned by his words. You had drank a couple of beers but not to the extent where you were hearing things.

“I- what” you muttered confused.

“That tight fucking outfit clinging onto your skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. The way you look at me like you’re practically begging for my cock.” he took a sip from his beer.

“Your drunk” you expressed trying to make sense of his words.

“The way you walk with your ass rocking side to side like a fucking-” Matsukawa took a deep breath in an attempt to gain some composure. He brought his hand up to cover his face as he let out a frustrated sigh.

“You’re such a fucking slut” he growled.

“You should go home, I’ll call an uber for you” your voice was shaking as you stood up reaching for the phone.

“Now you’re treating me like I’m some fucking stranger.” he grabbed your wrist squeezing tightly. “And on my fucking birthday Y/N?” he seemed appalled at your actions as if he wasn’t the one fucking you with his eyes the entire night.

“You’re hurting me” your voice came out in a desperate whisper. You had never really seen this side of Matsukawa. Unless you were just turning a blind eye to his actions. The way his palm would linger against your lower back for a second too long. The way his smirk would grow into a menacing smile whenever you wore certain outfits. Matsukawa was a walking red flag that you chose to ignore because who were you to judge your best friend?

His hand wrapped tightly against your wrist pulling you closer to his body and you were regretting every moment where you ignored the real Matsukawa.

“Stop it Mattsun” you whimpered weakly attempting to pull your hand free. “ You’re not in the right state of mind” you couldn’t help but make up stupid excuses for his actions.

He knew what he was doing. He had been babysitting a beer all night. He was in a perfect state of mind.

“ Why are you acting like this?” Matsukawa sighed dramatically. He grabbed the phone from your hand and tossed it to the side. “Your were just showing off your chest.” he brought his hand up to squeeze your breast. His hand kneaded your chest like fresh dough. Tears brimmed your eyes as you pulled your wrist from his hand. Your body stumbled through the hall chasing after false freedom. Matsukawa followed after you with wide steps. “We weren’t even done with our conversation.” his hand came down your bedroom door stopping you from fully closing the door. “Have some fucking decorum Y/N”

You hated yourself for not being strong enough, for not being quick enough to run. He pushed the door open with a scowl “It’s rude to just leave in the middle of a conversation.”

Matsukawa’s hands felt like knives dragging down your skin. He didn’t feel like the same Matsukawa who made you cry from laughter. He pushed you into the mattress with a grunt. He crawled onto your shaking from and peppered kisses onto skin.

“I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle.” his hands snaked down to your shorts pulling them lower. “You look so pretty, I might just fucking ruin you.”

He sat up starring at you with those deadpanned eyes. His hands dragged your shorts off of you ignoring the way you kicked and screamed. He ripped your panties and stared at the way you glistened for him.

“All for me?” he asked as he palmed himself through his pants. His hand pressed your body into the mattress. Your fingers clawed at his wrist as you desperately tried to escape his grip.

“Stop moving or I’ll call up some friends and we can all fuck you stupid” he chuckled at the way you screamed hearing his words.

“Please Issei, stop” your words died down at the end. You wanted him to laugh telling you this was some sick joke but the punchline seemed to never come.

Matsukawa pulled his cock free and lined himself up to your entrance. Your hands pushed against his chest while you attempted to squeeze your legs shut. He pulled your legs apart and ignored the slamming against his chest.

“Keep these open for me okay?” his voice sounded soft but you knew his words were anything but caring.

He slammed his cock into without warning earning a loud scream from you. He groaned feeling his cock slide against your wet walls.

“You don’t understand how long I’ve fucking waited for this.” he sunk his cock into you and began rocking his hips back and forth at a quicker pace.

“Issei, stop… please I cant take it” you wailed tears streaming freely down your cheeks.

There it was again. You called out his name so perfectly. The way it dripped off your tongue made him go feral. His cock rammed into you ruthlessly. He stared down at you smiling at the way you squirmed hiccuping and breathing heavily. He leaned down despite your weak hands pushing him away. His lips left wet dark marks onto your skin, a proud way of marking his territory. Your screams echoed through the room bouncing off the walls. Matsukawa’s hand came down harshly onto your mouth hushing you.

“I can’t even enjoy my fucking birthday gift in peace.” his thrust were rough as he rocked into you. Your cunt squeezed around his cock so perfectly. You were made for this, to take his cock, to be filled with his cum. You were made for him. Matsukawa fingers found its way onto your tongue pushing down to keep you quiet.His thrust were deep as he pulled his hips back and slammed into you with full force. You squeezed your eyes shut. Your nails dug into his wrist as he grinded his hips into you.

“That’s it doll, taking my cock so well.” he whispered the words into your skin.You pushed your body upward on the sheets to move away from him.

Matsukawa’s free hand grabbed onto your waist . His grip was deadly tight as he held you in place.

“Don’t fucking run, you’re going to take my cock” he pushed his cock into you at a different angle. You hated yourself for the way you moaned weakly around his fingers. Your choked sobs felt empty with the way he relentlessly abused your sensitive cunt.

“I want you to beg for my cum.” he sat up and grabbed your hips before brutally fucking himself into you. “Want you to be good for me and cum on my cock” He groaned throwing his head back.

“No no no” you whispered the words worthlessly into the air. They meant nothing to Matsukawa. You were going to cum on his cock whether you denied the orgasm or not. He had a goal to pull you to the edge. He wanted to watch you shiver and moan his name as you creamed on his cock.

“Yeah, you’ll do it. You’ll cream on my cock.” He tilted his head down to look at you, eyes holding no remorse “ because sluts like you can’t help but fall apart on my cock.”

He was right. You had no power over the way your body deceived you. Matsukawa watched with a pleased smile as you clenched around his cock creaming all over him with each thrust.

“That’s it, just like that” he whispered the words mesmerized by your body.

He pulled his cock free and stroked himself over your limp figure. His cum sprayed free covering your body like a blanket. He had so much to give you. He groaned your name as he rocked into his hand.

You were so fucked out of you mind you could barely move your body. You squeezed your legs together to cover your shame. Tears streamed down your cheeks with sobs echoing through the room like a broken record. Your eyes blurred with tears leaving you unable to see. It was probably for the best that you didn’t watch Matsukawa snap pictures of your fucked out frame.

“Thanks for the birthday gift doll” Matsukawa’s fingers dance across your thigh. His palm pushed your legs open and you whined weakly. His fingers circled around your hole dripping with your juices.

“Next time I’ll make sure to fill this sloppy hole to the brim with cum.” he leaned down and pressed his lips to your ear “And when I do, I’ll have some friends help me fill the rest of your holes.

#matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #matsukawa issei #hq matsukawa #yandere matsukawa #yandere matsukawa issei #yandere haikyuu #matsukawa issei smut #matsukawa #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa x y/n #matsukawa x you #yandere issei #hq mattsun #yandere mattsun #haikyuu smut #smut

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gingersnaaps · 4 years ago

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please please please tw.noncon and tw. breeding with dilf mattsun! please

ik this has been in my inbox for like. weeks

but it’s a very hot idea!

tw/tags: n*fw, noncon/rape, big age gap, creep issei

go away minors

issei just can’t seem to control himself when it comes to pretty little things like you.

there’s something so sweet, so soft, so pure - is it any wonder he finds himself constantly lusting after women half his own age? he leers at college girls and twenty-somethings and young professionals, the ones with tight, short pencil skirts and hair tied up neatly in a ponytail. girls like you are adorable. so shy.

and so gullible.

“issei... what are you doing?” you ask, eyes darting around nervously as he closes the door behind you.

he leans a little bit too close to you, pinning you against the wall, and brings a large hand to rest at the base of your neck. he can feel your pulse hammering away under his thumb.

his eyes are half-lidded, a lazy smile stretching across his face. it was almost too fucking easy to get you to follow him home, but he’s not about to complain.

not when he’s about to fuck you full and cum in your tight little cunt.

“aww, baby,” he says, trailing his hand down the front of your body. goosebumps ripple across your flesh as nimble fingers make their way to the area right above your cunt. “haven’t you figured it out yet? i’m gonna rape you.”

you freeze at his words.

if he could, he would take a snapshot of this moment and save it forever. this is his favorite part every tim. your eyes go wide with horror, breaths shallow and panicked, body twitching as he pulls aside your underwear and slips a long finger deep into your drooling cunt. he curls it slightly, petting and stroking lightly against your sensitive spot, voice dark with laughter as your legs start to buckle.

“should’ve known better than to come home with strange men like me,” he says, unbuckling his own pants. he pulls his cock out, slowly stroking it up and down, precum already dripping from the tip. he eyes your exposed pussy, watching the way it flutters around his finger. he wonders if it’s going to fit.

“guess i’ll just have to teach you a lesson.”

#haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #matsukawa smut #hq smut #yandere matsukawa #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere matsukawa x reader #yandere #dark haikyuu #issei smut #mattsun smut #lin.answers #lin.thirsts #tw.noncon #tw.age gap #i haven’t written for so long i feel like i’m missing tags #lemme know if i am #stress requests

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seijohsbabe · 4 years ago

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Reward

Ship: Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Iwaizumi x Reader

Wordcount: 2,9 k

Tw: smut, pet names, overstimulation, abuse/rape (Reader kinda likes it ??), noncon

a/n: im so dumb ive deleted the old post so I have to repost it sorry guys :( If you have ideas for a next story, my inbox is open!

Nervously you looked to the ground. The mood was bad. More than logical, because the team you have been with for a long time has just lost to Seijoh.

But not only that made you look to the ground, there were four glances that made you tremble, and you knew exactly from who they were coming from and why. Your bet with you, which you had not really agreed but refusing with the four was no possibility. After your transfer to Karasuno, you were hoping to finally have some rest from the four. You were Oikawa's girlfriend, but his three friends also had a say. After you gathered your courage and broke up with him, it was far from over. They chased you, humiliated you, reached for you like you were a simple doll to them. Your move to Karasuno was like a glimmer of hope for you.

But only after 5 days they found you again, and drummed into you their bet to destroy Karasuno and take you as a prize. And here you were, on the bench, stunned, staring at the ball that practically meant your death. Shimizu, who was sitting next to you, noticed your trembling and held your hands with downcast eyes. But she didn't know a bit whatyou will expect now. You quickly tried to pack all your things and get back on the bus as quickly as possible. And you almost thought you had made it when you ran down the hall to get to the exit, but a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a room that you actually wanted to walk past. The room turned out to be a locker room. The door slammed behind you and you got pushed right against it.The four pairs of eyes that you actually no longer wanted to see were now right in front of you.

Oikawa who was still pressing you against the door let you go slowly to take a step back, to your surprise. With an all too familiar grin, he looked down at you, just like the other three who were just a few steps behind Oikawa. Only now do you really realize how big they were again, how much stronger they were. You can just grab yourself so easily without you doing anything. "Lil cutieee." Oikawa said first. His voice made you tremble and crouch. You know exactly why they dragged you in here, but you couldn't have it that real. Iwaizumi, who so far has only been against one without comment Was leaning against the wall, with crossed arms, now pushed off to slowly approach you. "Can you still remember? Our little agreement? We want our price." What can you do It was hopeless, you were trapped in the wolves' den as a little rabbit. But you still had one option. Your gaze slid briefly next to you, where the door handle was. Oikawa hadn't locked it. You quickly grabbed the door handle and tear open the door to get out of this cave. But Iwaizumi must have noticed your gaze and no sooner had you opened the door than he reached for you and slammed the door with his foot. Your back was now pressed against his chest, and your hands were tied tightly to your body, his hands completely encircling you. "I would give myself up." He whispered in your ear. And with that your last hope was gone.

Matsukawa was now in front of you, to put his big hand around your cheek without comment. "Come on, you will surely like it bunny. "

His hand went deeper and deeper until he came to the edge of your t-shirt, which he pulled over your head after Iwaizumi slowly let go of you. They all stood around you like a hunter who had just caught his prey. Somebody loosened your bra from behind, and you were completely free of the upper body. Matsukawa quickly followed, pulling his turquoise white jersey with the number two over his head to show his well-toned upper body. But your hands were still shaking. Suddenly you were pulled along from behind. That someone turned out to be Oikawa, who sat down on a bench and positioned you with your back against his chest.

Hanamaki, who now crouched down in front of you, slowly took off your shoes and training pants, while Oikawa attacked your neck from behind. Unnoticed, you tilted your neck to give it more space. a slight giggle came from his mouth because he knew he had you. Your legs have now been spread apart after your underpants were also taken off. "Oh, already that wet arent you kitten?" Makki grinned with a knowing grin. The other two men had completely undressed in the meantime and were watching this happen while they lazily stroked their cocks up and down.

Makki's finger crossed your lips, which you feel a slight gasp. But Oikawa noticed it and raised his voice. "Oh our lil cutie, so excited for our cocks aren't you?" Your head shook, but the grip on your chest gave you a jerk. Makki lifted your legs to put them on his shoulders. THAT he was with his face right in front of you. You felt his hot breath against your core. And even though you were totally against this one, your hands ran through Makki's strawberry cake colored hair to get him to finally do something. and he knew what you wanted and started to work your cunt. His tongue wandered everywhere. He practically ate you up. But it was a wonderful feeling as Oikawa's hands wandered over your whole body. Little whimpering could no longer be suppressed. Oikawa's hand wandered until he put it around your neck to squeeze lightly, until he then slipped two of his fingers into your mouth and whispered softly in your ear, "Suck" and as obdiently as you were, you did it, which gave you a simple "Good Girl", but those simple words wandered down into your core, where Makki was just still eating until he looked up at some point, chin smeared, and an amused grin on his face. Oikawa's fingers now slid down to play with your cock lips until they sank into you with a jerk. To your despair you had to groan. It was useless, you should enjoy it. And this change probably all noticed, because your grin grew now. Oikawa's pace grew faster and more hectic until you were just a groaning bunch. And just as your walls spasmed uncontrollably around his fingers and your climax was approaching, until his fingers stopped and slipped out of you.

"O-Oi-Oikawa please" you whimpered. But he just giggled. "Its Tooru my lil bunny. But be a good girl and suck my fingers clean." And so you did. Your tongue swirled around his digits, until all was nice and clean. He got up slowly to get you on your feet, but the only shivering. As soon as you were on your feet you threatened to fall over, but Matsukawa caught you directly to lead you two to the ground. He leaned against a wall while positioning you on his thigh with his hands on your hips. The pressure against your cunt was so good that you couldn't stop grind slowly against his thigh. But you couldn't do it for long, because he held you tight with his iron grip. ,,issei! Please"

" I have something much better, kitten "With that he lifted you to slide you on his not exactly small penis in one go. Damn, not only its length was too much, from the middle it got thicker and thicker, and you didn't think you could manage everything, your hands were already pressing against his chest until you finally got to the base of his cocks. A loud sigh escaped you. But before you could even open your eyes again, he lifted you up again to lead you back down in a train.

And with that this knot of pleasure tore and your climax came with a jolt. Your eyes rolled backwards, a scream left your mouth, your body ran out of strength, and your head rested on Matssun's shoulder. But he was just getting started. He took your buttocks and now moved his hips with incredible speed. "I-Issei- I can't take it anymore please" you whined. "Oh come on, one more baby." And suddenly you felt a second figure appear behind you. Your head turned wearily to look at Makki's face. He positioned himself under your second hole. "Please no more no-" "Aw come on, bunny your gonna feel amazing, just relax alright?" And very slowly you felt how he was advancing, slower than Matssun, but the pain was there anyway. To be completely filled was a strange feeling, but it was still exciting in a way. This time at a slow pace they moved the two in and out. You felt the two next to each other, separated from just one wall. The knot grew again. Completely blown away in ecstasy, you did not notice how someone was standing next to you three until your hand, which until then was still on Issei's shoulder, was placed around a cock. It was the brown-haired wing spiker iwaizumi with a small grin around the corner of his mouth. "Don't mind helping me a little my dear?" Your senses were completely gone, but you tried to drive up and down with slow movements. Swear words and moans escaped him again and again. You looked at him, his lust contorted face, until your face was turned with one hand to the other side. Oikawa looked down at you, and you knew exactly what he wanted. In one go you took him up to your throat. But it wasn't enough, it was still a few centimeters You wanted to take your head back again and start a new attempt, but your head was held tight by Oikawa. While Matssun and Makki kept going out and in, and their thrusts became more and more targeted, you had to choke Oikawa's length. He tried to push the last few centimeters in.

"Come on baby, you can do it. Yeah just like that, FUCK!" his head leaned back while his hands were still in your - now - totally confused hair. ,, Youre doing so fine bunny, next time we will destroy Karasuno a second time, a-and fuck, and next time you should come on time. Alright? "The question was hypothetical because your mouth was still around his cock. Another hard nudge from Makki tightened your throat and Oikawa howled loudly.

" Fuck do that again. " And so you did, because you didnt want to make him angry, not in that position that your in right now. Your head was finally let go. The spit ran from your mouth down to your chin to your bust. "You look so beautiful, our lil cumslut." Matssun growled, while he used a harder and faster pace with Makki. They came closer and closer to their climax, because you felt them twitching inside you. And you too came closer and closer The pressure that Matssun now put on your clit almost bursts your knot. Only a small piece was missing. "Plea-Please, I-Issei, Makki, I wanna cum please!" Did you cry now? You will regret it in retrospect, but you didn't care about anything at the moment, because the climax was within reach. Makki came first, and sank his seeds in a hard thrust in you, and waited a while until he was sure that every mililiter was in you. Now Matssun could lift you up slightly to hammer into you. The knot burst, the tears just ran from your eyes. "Too much, too much" you mumbled, due to the overstimulation. After a short time Issei came deep inside you and also made sure not to waste a mililiter. After Issei pulled herself out of you, you felt so empty. It was embarrassing, what would Dachi Kyooko or even suga say? They would cast you out. You are sleeping here with four of their arch enemies. Especially one of them, they probably all hated. You had never told them what you and Oikawa were too embarrassed about you the whole thing. And now see where you have landed. While you were not only crying from the overstimulation on the cold floor of the locker room and the cum of the two men just ran out of you, two strong arms lifted you up. But he just picked you up while he whispered in your ear: "Oh one round baby, you cant let us two all high and dry hmm?" And with that you were put on Oikawa who looked at you with a big grin. " Please, I cant tak it anymore guys.

But the two ignored your protests and penetrated you at the same time.

"Oh you can, and you will." Oikawa said while he slipped into you. Your whimper could be heard outside but there was definitely nobody there, the games are over and everyone is gone.

Your hands pressed against Oikawa's chest as you continued to protest. "Oika-" But you didn't get far because he muted you with a hard thrust.

"Call me right princess."

"Tooru, please."

,, Good girl, your so brave. come on we make it fast hmm? "

And that's where real hell began. The two went in and out alternately. Building the third orgasm was bad. You felt everything. Every vein of its length penetrating your walls. While you were wondering where they got all their power from, Oikawa pulled you down to share a lovely, almost beautiful kiss with you, but you knew what was behind this facade. The devil himself, with three helpers by his side. his tongue rammed into your mouth and quickly got the more dominant one.

When Iwaizumi also marked your neck, you had to groan again. The grip of iwaizumi on your hip got tighter, and you are sure that it would leave its mark tomorrow. After they both broke up, their pace picked up again. However, when Oikawa briefly repositioned himself a little, he hit exactly this point with the next hit, the point that got you around every time, and made you see stars. Of course, Oikawa noticed this immediately and rammed into it with all his strength.

a loud fuck escaped you while you felt the two getting closer and closer. Their lengths twitched in you. Your climax was probably not far away either, but you weren't really excited about it. He will rob your last strength that was left to you. "Fuck your so tight-" Oikawa hissed now, until you felt the final snap and the load he send inside of you.

And right after Iwas fast snap of his hips your knot of lust loosened and pelted down on you twisted, your strength that somehow left you on top went from you and with that you hit oikawa's shoulder. Your arms and legs were shaking, and you only felt Iwa pulling out of you. He must have come too. Your senses are like Blown away, you only felt the cold ground below you after Oikawa got up. You should also walk slowly, you didn't want to be around this monster any more, but your legs were shaking, so you read yourself on the bench fall, cum slowely dripping out of you. ,, Princess get these on, you don't want our gift to be lost. " He threw your underpants at you, but you'd rather wash yourself. He noticed your reluctance and raised his voice. ,,Now" With trembling hands you put on all your clothes, but Oikawa didn't throw you your top but his white turquoise jersey with the number 1.

,, uhm, Tooru, you gave me your top. "

He just laughed. ,, Of course honey, everybody should see who you belong to. Since you knew that there would be no point in protesting, you put on the slightly too large jersey.

"Oh you look adoreable!" But you just felt how all the cum flowed out of you. He put an arm around you to leave the lockeroom with you. The others are probably already before. But when you got closer to your team , they looked angrily at the one standing next to you, then at the all-too-familiar top what you were wearing.

,,Sorry people i spilled water on my top and then slipped. Luckily Oi- "you noticed the slight pressure on your hip, a sign." Tooru there. " you looked up at him with your eyes until he spoke.

"Oh yeah, your little manager chan is very clumsy, better take care of her." As he turned to leave, he whispered in your ear without anyone seeing, "Next time, you will come twice as much princess . We will not lose. " And with that he disappeared, leaving you alone with the team, while thousands of thoughts buzzed through your head about how you could escape him.

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drxwsyni · 4 years ago

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Ties That Bind

Demon!Matsukawa Issei x f!Reader

Synopsis: You move into your grandparents old home, situated in a quaint little town for a fresh start. What you don’t expect is there to be a remaining occupant in your new abode, much less when it asks you to help him out.

8.5k words

Warnings: Noncon (starts consensual but turns non-consensual), unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of blood & injury, coercion, stalking, slight hair pulling, pet names, condescension, kidnapping.

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You were never one to believe in the supernatural, but you wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere along the lines of your lifetime, you were cursed.

From the rundown apartment you were stuck in, unable to afford a move into a nicer complex, to your recent break up with a long term, painfully neglectful and borderline abusive partner―nothing in your life seemed to work out for you. Over the course of a year, you managed to lose all of your friends, leaving you alone while you stumbled down the path of uncertainty since losing your companion, even if they were a shitty one at that. The job you had ate away at your sanity with each shift, and the fumes of energy it left you with made anything outside of working and tending to your basic human needs impossible.

What you needed was a fresh start, and out of pure luck, that’s exactly what you got.

A certain chill swept past you as you walked up the driveway to your new home. It was a pleasantly comfortable and secluded abode―once belonging to your grandparents, and now belonging to you. They’d recently made the move south, seeking a warmer climate and leaving behind the quaint little town they’d lived in all their lives.

By chance, they thought to call you and offer up the home, and the humble flower shop they ran before leaving. It would all work out impossibly well―the house was paid off, and you already knew how to handle the work of a florist, having seen your grandparents in action many a time when you were younger.

The opportunity was impossible to pass up.

As you finished unpacking the few belongings you took with you, the sense of constant anguish that always seemed to linger lately was already diminishing. With the welcoming smell of a lit fireplace, and the warm surroundings of not just the tasteful interior decorations, but the autumnal changing of the seasons outside―settling into this new lifestyle felt like second nature.

It was a breath of fresh air. Literally―their home was situated about a ten minute drive from town, surrounded by nothing but a colourful forest of maple and oak trees, leaves beautifully bathing your vision with oranges and reds. The change from the smog ridden atmosphere of the city you once resided in was entirely welcome.

You truly felt at ease here, and soon enough days turned into weeks, this utterly perfect way of life sweeping you off your feet and carrying you into what could only be described as complete tranquility.

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Your grandparent’s home wasn’t exactly new...it’s how you tried to rationalize the strange occurrences.

When you were younger you remember your grandmother telling you that the thuds and creaks you heard was just the house moving. Expanding in the warmth and shrinking in the cold, things falling in and out of place―normal happenings that you could ignore. However, she never mentioned anything about the sounds of scratching.

You knew what mice and rats that lived in the walls sounded like, no thanks to your shitty old apartment. But these sounds weren’t that. They were long, drawn out and following you. Down the halls, above you as you tried to sleep. Part of you tensed whenever the indescribable scrape of god knows what met your ears, before leaving just a few seconds after it came and not returning for hours, sometimes even days on end.

You rationalized that like all the other bizarre things, this was just a result of the house being old.

That, and the cold gusts of wind, things falling over, the occasional flickering lights. It was all just byproducts of an ancient home, right?

Only, that didn’t explain everything else.

How when you opened or closed a door, it felt like some invisible force was pushing or pulling more than you. When creases on your bed appeared without you having touched it since making it before going to work. Especially not when the things falling out of place were being put back into place. Soon even the items you sent astray yourself ended up where you were too careless to tuck away to begin with.

And certainly, an old home couldn’t explain this feeling.

It came and went, almost unnoticeable but indisputably there if you focused hard enough. A sixth sense of sorts―the one you get when you just know that someone is watching you. But you’re the only person in the house, and when you look over your shoulder there’s nothing to suggest why the distant and mildly unnerving feeling is just barely making itself known.

Not a single plausible thing can make sense of all the peculiar little things happening around you. You can’t fix it, and so the only thing you can do is try to ignore it.

For a while, it actually works.

It's easy to get over it when aside from the things that go bump in the night, everything is just as ideal as the day you moved in. The townspeople who welcomed you with open arms are still just as friendly. Many of them were already your close friends by now, sharing dinner with them a couple times, falling into idle chit chat as you stumbled upon them during a trip to the grocery store or grabbing take out at the local diner. Your new job as a florist was going better than you could’ve ever imagined. The somewhat old fashioned building was picture perfect―brick walls overtaken by wildly growing vines, the setting sun hitting it just right every evening as you were closing up. At the end of the day you could relax, knowing there wasn’t really anything worth worrying over.

At least, that was until you saw it.

You caught the obscure figure in the corner of your eye, but you could’ve sworn there was a man staring at you from the corner of your room. It was morning, and you were at your vanity prepping for the shift ahead of you. For a split second it seemed like the reflection in the mirror hosted an additional figure. But when you turned to face the corner, such a thing had disappeared. As your heart stopped racing, and you forced yourself to put a halt on the spiralling “what if’s” of your mind, you decided it was just your eyes playing tricks on you.

Just shadows creating false realities, nothing more.

But those shadows came back. Not just once, but multiple times.

The next day you saw something standing in the window of your bedroom as you pulled up into the driveway. Just like last time, it vanished in an instant. The same figure ghosted your vision at the end of the hall, a blink and it was gone all the same. At one point you were just reading in your living room, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace at the end of a successful work day. Your eyes were trained on the paragraphs of the pages, when out of nowhere a thick blanket of unease enveloped your body.

Something was in the room with you, and it felt like they were standing right behind you.

You dared not look, despite part of you knowing that if you did there shouldn’t be anything there. Instead, you screwed your eyes shut, wordlessly chanting like a hymn in your mind that you were alone, there’s nothing behind you.

All at once the near suffocating weight lifted. You opened your eyes, turned around and just like you suspected, or rather hoped―it was just you and the rickety old walls of your home.

Honestly, you started to feel like you were losing your mind.

The lifestyle you’d adopted in this homely town of yours was still as enjoyable as ever, only for that serenity to dissipate slightly when you returned home.

Eyes, eyes, eyes.

Eyes here, eyes there. Not false realities, but a presence that was real just as much as yours. It felt strange to be worried about such a thing, when nothing bad was coming out of the shadowy figure occupying your space, aside from the occasional feeling of being watched. You were unsure of what to think―whether you should get the hell out of dodge, or just accept this strange being that you weren’t convinced was even there.

Because aside from the innate instinct to be on edge when that presence made itself known, things were fine. You could ignore it since without fail it always went away when you looked hard enough.

One day, out of pure frustration from the back and forth of your conflicting mindset alone, you let it slip that you wished whatever the hell was haunting you would stop being such a coward and really show itself. You laughed at yourself after, having thrown the comment out to absolutely nobody, realizing how crazy you looked.

Little did you know, that was the invitation it wanted.

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You mentally cursed your grandparents for owning such inconvenient appliances. The washer and dryer in the basement’s laundry room were certainly worse for wear. But they weren’t broken yet, and you weren’t willing to pay for the expensive upgrade. Which of course meant that you were stuck trying to fish out a shirt from the bottom of the washer, a loose thread getting caught on a jagged edge that was notorious for holding your clothing hostage.

After nearly falling into the opening from having to reach so far down into it, you relaxed with a deep exhale as you deposited the once stuck article into your laundry basket.

Unfortunately for you, the washing machine wouldn’t be the only faulty part you’d have to fight against while in the cold and damp basement.

The door to the laundry room was just one of the many things that would inconvenience you. Unless you propped it open, it would always shut on it’s own. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue, but now as your hand reached for the doorknob, and it feigned to twist under your influence, it was becoming very much of the sort.

“C’mon….damnit!”

Frustratingly so, you yanked on the handle, jiggling it every which way―yet it would not budge. You noted that you’d left your phone upstairs before coming to do the laundry, meaning you were left to brute force your way out if you didn’t wish to waste away in this small room.

For a moment you paused, closing your eyes to steel yourself from those thoughts that only served to cause more panic.

“I was waiting to see how long it’d take you to get locked in here.”

You nearly yelped at the sudden voice behind you, practically jumping ten feet in the air as your body whipped around to face its source.

And whoever was standing just a few steps away from you―everything in your being knew that it was practically dripping in danger.

Standing well over six foot and sporting an impressively broad frame, with short and slightly curly black hair was...a man? All signs pointed towards that, except for the glaringly contrasting black and pointed horns protruding from his hair.

They were only about two inches long at the most, but they were there nonetheless. Entirely inhuman, matching the black abyss of his eyes, which somehow looked amused at your reaction. He was clad in similarly black clothing, but nothing that seemed abnormally fashioned―at least not in human standards.

He probably seemed amused because you were standing there quite literally frozen, mouth agape and at a loss for words. There were so many things you could say, the plethora of confused and afraid thoughts racing through your mind being ripe for the picking. However you still remained silent, a building anxiety inside screaming for you to do anything.

This unit of half man, half whatever returned your gaze, eventually letting out what may have been a disappointed sounding sigh. When he was the first to move, taking languid strides towards you, something snapped in your brain, allowing you the strength to break out of the astounded trance you were in.

“D-Don’t come any closer!” Frantically, you stumbled backwards, which wasn’t very far, your back colliding harshly with the still locked door.

The horned creature continued his slow approach, taking in your much smaller form with each step. He let out a low chuckle at your words, finding them if not a bit cute, when they were trying to be intimidating. “Oh? And what are you gonna do about it, little human?”

Before you could even begin to process a response, let alone voice the retort, he was already standing right in front of you. With a towering frame, he leaned down in order to face you, making you cower impossibly further into the door behind.

“This piece of junk gets jammed all the time, just gotta mess with it―kinda like….” His hand reached down beside you, the other casually pocketed. As he spoke, the overhead luminance of a lightbulb caught the glint in what you could’ve sworn were fearsomely large canine teeth. A resounding click came from the door, “....that.”

The frame you were leant up against disappeared, and your whole body was sent falling off balance. You should’ve gone crashing down onto the concrete floor beneath you―but a pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso before that could happen.

This time a small shriek did escape your lips when you were forcefully pulled into the stranger’s firm chest, your back pressing against it. A shiver ran through you as he spoke teasingly into your ear, his breath fanning against your skin. “So, you’re a clumsy thing too?”

Adrenaline finally kicking in, you squirmed in his hold, noting with horror as the hands that gripped you had significantly clawed nails, looking like they’d rip straight through your flesh if you weren’t careful. “Get the hell off of me!”

He was deeply entertained at the way you pushed against his chest, your strength paling in comparison to his. Just because he found the sight of you flustered being amusing to no ends, he made sure to relent on letting you out of his arms for a moment. But, in truth, he wasn’t here to scare the living daylights out of you. And so regretfully, he loosened the hold that hadn’t been straining him in the slightest, letting you put some distance in between the both of you.

You were downright mortified at the events unfolding, hair tousled and clothing wrinkled from your brief struggle. A part of you was appalled at how he seemed so nonchalant with his actions, and his appearance in general, that feeling only magnifying at his words.

“Don’t act so surprised now, this isn’t exactly the first time we’ve met after all…”

At that statement you were gone right back to being speechless―because deep down, you realized that he was right. Taking a step back, you could sense that the air hanging in the room carried similarities to the times you caught that shadowy figure lurking in your peripherals. It didn’t feel suffocating now, but the energy it held was a secondary hint at his unnatural presence.

Which would mean that this man who had appeared out of thin air...was the thing that’d been watching you all this time?

Still lost in thought, you barely registered that he’d walked past you and back into the laundry room. “That’s right, little human. It’s only ever been me.” Seemingly sensing the deep confusion you felt at his words, he continued. “Your thoughts are quite loud, y’know.”

You watched with bated breath as he picked up your laundry basket that was still resting atop the dryer, mindlessly letting him hand it to you. Choosing to overlook the fact that he’d blatantly invaded your head to read your mind, only because you didn’t have the capacity to unwrap what that meant, you figured it would be best to start with the basics.

“What...What are you even―” If your eyes could’ve gotten any wider than they already were, they absolutely would’ve.

Smirking to himself, the inhuman stranger picked up a piece of clothing that had fallen out of the basket. He held up the thin, delicately laced panties, snickering as you snatched them from him in a frenzied motion.

You shoved them under the pile of clothing in the basket, “What are you even doing here? And―And how are you here?”

Now that was the reaction he was waiting for.

The sinister smile he gave you did nothing to calm your rapidly beating heart, accompanied by the whole body tense you felt. There were those literal fangs again, bearing themselves as he responded.

“Well, cutie―it’s a long story. But if you’ll have me, I’ll gladly explain it…if it means I get to spend more time with you~”

With a white knuckled grip on the laundry basket, you returned his smug expression with a stern look. Regrettably, you realized that you’d be a fool not to implore on the reasoning behind his unwelcome occupation in your home. It was invasive, and you suspected that the answer to ridding the house of him laid somewhere in whatever tale he was offering to recount.

The knowing look in his blacked out eyes told you he was just as aware of this reality as you, simply awaiting the inevitable answer you were sure to give.

Defeatedly, you agreed to hear him out, a sickening feeling settling in your stomach in seeing his pleased demeanour.

And so was the beginning lines of a contract between you and this resident creature, one that in its completion would bind you to him forever.

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He was summoned for quite innocent purposes, it turns out.

This demon who’d slyly instructed you to call him Issei was brought to your world to assist your grandparents. They made a deal―he helps their business, and once they made enough money to move they would repay him.

The problem was, they royally messed up their part of the deal.

Issei apparently got his repayment, but they failed to properly banish him from their home, or rather your home, which he was tethered too. It just so happens that he didn’t realize this until after they’d left. He’d be damned to the home for all eternity, “If only there was a nice little human capable of freeing me…”

Before resigning yourself to assisting the demon in getting him back to where he belonged, you questioned him. And he didn’t really have a choice but to answer, that was unless he wanted you to move out just like your grandparents and leave the next poor soul to deal with him. Naturally, he was just as willing to respond to your questions as he was in previously explaining the circumstances for his entrapment.

Since realizing that he was the entity stalking you from the shadows, you felt a tad...unnerved by him. Why should you help the thing that was unashamedly watching you without your consent after all?

“You were just as much of a stranger to me as I was to you. Had to make sure you weren’t a bad person and all.”

Now that made you laugh, coming from a literal demon.

But, you suppose you couldn’t blame him. That’s not to say the whole thing didn’t creep you out, but in hindsight he could’ve done much worse.

The fact that all he did was keep an eye on you for a while had to show for something, right?

When it came down to it you could either find a way to send Issei home, or move out. Which would mean going back to your old life―being miserable in every capacity.

You’d take a demon over that any day.

The agreement was formed after having gone through three cups of tea, and a bag of potato chips shared between the two of you (it turns out demons liked junk food). Issei would quit being such a creep and stop lurking in the shadows, and you’d use your free time to figure out how to help him.

It was how you ended up in the dusty and dark attic of the house.

Now, your grandparents weren’t always the sentimental type. When they made the move south, they wanted to transition into luxury, which wasn’t exactly what took up the space of their old home. The antique furniture had its charm, but it was nothing compared to what they were anticipating for their new abode. It was for that reason that they left nearly everything behind. Unless it went for a good selling price, or it held legal importance, they saw no need for it.

When you first stepped into the place, it honestly felt like they left in a rush. But you knew better, and so you didn’t pay it any mind.

You were grateful for everything entrusted to you now though, because after nearly an hour of rummaging through the cramped attic, Issei doing little to help, you finally found what you were looking for.

Your grandma’s old journals.

The demon who was lazily lounged on the big wooden crates snickered a little as you coughed on the dust that flew into the air when you blew at books. And then, when you were sent into a sneezing fit, he full out started laughing.

You sent the menace a nasty side glare, “The least you could―” another sneeze, “―c-could do is help me, asshole.”

It was something you suspected had to do with his unnatural makeup, but Issei quite literally towered over you. As he drew near, giving your head a few pats, you once again found yourself in awe of the sheer size of him.

“Alright, hand it over. Clearly your weak human form is no match for these all powerful dust bunnies.”

Quite smugly, as if he was doing you a lifesaving favour, Issei took the box of journals from your hands and headed for the stairs of the attic. For now, you chose to ignore his irritating comment, realizing that the sooner you got to those journals, the sooner you could get rid of him.

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Well, at least he wasn’t lying to you.

After what felt like hours of reading, probably because it did take that long, you finally stumbled upon the entries that detailed the origin story of the demon’s summoning. All in all, you couldn’t exactly blame your grandparents for seeking supernatural assistance. Sure, making a deal with a demon to boost the popularity of the floral shop held a lot of uncertainties, but it seemed to go fine for them.

And you really couldn’t blame them when they just so happened to end up with such an easy going demon at that. You had no clue such business could be so simple and stress-free, but the pages of your grandmother's writing told you that you really did have nothing to worry about.

With that in mind, you decided to do some backtracking.

Surely somewhere in these faded and withering pages would hold the key to sending Issei back to wherever he should be. There was enough writing for her to have mentioned it at some point―but that was the issue.

In counting, you found a total of thirteen journals, each one about an inch and a half thick. All that reading, and you had no clue where the answers to your problems lay. However, whether you should be grateful or not, Issei didn’t seem to be in a rush to get home. Which meant you had all the time in the world to scan page after page of the journals.

It was safe to say that it’d be a while to complete such a task. Enough time in fact for the two of you to grow very comfortable with each other.

While it took a little bit to get used to, you soon found the demon’s presence to be much less of a weight on your shoulders than it once did. Since Issei stopped existing as a shadow, the strange looming sensation you felt disappeared.

You figured that, even though you strictly told him not to, he may have invaded your mind to find out how his more inhuman characteristics didn’t exactly sit well with you. Now, you couldn’t deny that he was easy on the eyes, but it was hard to focus on that when something so unnatural was also staring you in the face.

One day you came home to see that those demonic qualities were gone. Horns disappeared, eyes looking human, and razor sharp claws reduced to short and blunt fingernails.

Once again, you never said anything, but the knowing smirk he held gave away that he very well knew how attractive you found him to be in that moment. Of course, you’d grown used to his teasing attitude by then, steeling yourself and moving on with the rest of your day.

While you worked to understand the ins and outs of the witchcraft your grandparents used, things around the house were generally nice. He acted like an oddly supportive and chill roommate, if anything strangely attentive to you. When there wasn’t anything to do, Issei simply preferred to watch you go about your own business. Technically it beat him doing the whole hiding in the shadows thing, but you couldn’t say his eyes that you could’ve sworn became a little darker than normal when watching you made you feel a little antsy.

He was a demon after all―an entity stronger than you could ever comprehend, one that was choosing to simply follow your movements from his laid out position on the couch as you did one thing or another. Such a contrast in strength even in that state would naturally make you want to shrink under his unrelenting gaze.

It was safe to say that it took a while to get warmed up to him. But the journals were long, and you were still searching for answers. And so eventually you developed a fondness for the demon stuck in your home until further notice.

Despite how you started reading the journals the moment you found them, there simply wasn’t enough time in the day to put a significant dent in them over the span of maybe a few hours. One week turned into two, then three. A month had passed and you were only a quarter of the way through the pile.

Finally, four months later, you had reached the end...sort of.

In that time you’d learnt how your grandparents had been meddling in the demonic arts for many years now. Small things here and there, nothing as serious as summoning a demon. It was for that reason that you were quite regrettably unable to find anything that would tell you how to send Issei home. Even more so was the painful curiosity you got from discovering some severely burnt and unreadable pages in the last journal. It couldn’t have been more than a few of them, but for all you knew, they could’ve held the solution to your problem.

The last entry was detailed pretty normally. Your grandmother wrote of how they were nearing the end of the contract. With the flower shop having thrived for a long while, they finally had enough funds to make the move. All that was left was to figure out what the demon wanted in return for his assistance. But that’s where it ended, leaving you with nothing to help you with your own challenges.

Right now, all it really meant was that Issei wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

That fact held a strange reality―concerning how in these four months, you developed a strange bond with him.

It almost embarrassed you to say, and you’d never openly admit it to him knowing the relentless teasing you’d get, but a part of you didn’t want him to leave. You reasoned it was due to the neglect and general mistreatment you received from your last relationship, because you couldn’t deny the strange longing you felt to be around him.

At first when you tried to push Issei away, he laughed at you. All we wanted was to be there for you, provide some casual comfort as it was one of the few things he could do for you. The comment of it being ‘what you deserved’ didn’t go unnoticed by no means. In fact, it stuck in your mind and stayed at the forefront. Replaying in your head each and every move he made to be closer with you.

Sure, he could be a little cheeky at times, a few innuendos here and there. But other than that, you never quite minded his touch. If anything, you welcomed it.

He was everything you wanted in a partner. Observant, thoughtful, attentive when he needed to be. You didn’t have many reasons to be stressed in this new life, or in need of relief so to speak. But when you were, when you did need a distraction, he was always there.

You were no stranger to Issei’s more affectionate side. Four months of living together in such close and secluded quarters allows for a lot of exploration between what the two of you meant to each other after all. Up until now, you took how he always offered a shoulder to lean on, passing embraces and absentminded physical gestures to be something more platonic in nature.

Now however, you weren’t so sure.

While the flower shop was still thriving, you were the only person running it. It left you a little more worn out than usual, a particularly busy week leading you to have some pent up anxieties.

And of course, Issei noticed right away.

You brushed off his insistence to let him help you wind down at first, but a few days of the strain on your body had you yearning for something to ease the ache.

And the book you were reading just wasn’t cutting it.

You let out a huff of frustration, your mind unable to focus on the words. Also laying on the bed beside you, Issei quirked an eyebrow at the small commotion. You failed to notice the way his eyes took in the sight of you clad in your thin nightgown, how his lips quirked into a knowing smirk from your idea of trying to read to help you fall asleep for the night doing jack shit.

“You really gotta relax a little, sweetheart.”

You sent him an unserious glare before you returned your focus to the book. “I’m trying to.”

The bed creaked a bit as he drew closer, assumedly trying to see what story could possibly be so captivating that would have you acting this serious. Really, he was stealing a glance down the front of your nightgown, exposing your supple skin.

A shiver ran through your body as he leant down, speaking low into your ear. “Why don’t you just let me help, s’not like I haven’t done it before.”

While he wasn’t wrong, the reality was he’d never done anything like what he was insinuating. You never had to ask him how he wanted to help you relax, when a warm hand rested atop your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

How the hell were you supposed to focus now?

You didn’t push him away as the hand curled into your inner thigh, thumb moving back and forth against your skin. Only a little worriedly, you attempted to press your legs together.

“Issei, I―”

“What, is my little human shy?”

Your heart began to race as the deepness of his voice, being so close made you physically shudder. The grip on the book's spine tightened. “T-That’s not it, I just…”

You were forced to pause mid sentence as his hand crept further up your thigh, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he continued to pull you deeper into the wanton trance.

“I think if you knew what was good for you, you’d finally let me take care of you.”

He hadn’t even touched you where you were finding yourself wanting him to the most, but the pooling heat you felt was already so incredibly intense. You could feel the slight dampness in your panties, body aching with need so quickly at his actions.

“...Why don’t you let me give you what I know you want.”

Of course he was able to tell how much you were losing yourself to his words, with the way your breath’s pace picked up, lids half shutting with anticipation. As the pads of his fingers finally grazed your clothed pussy, and you let an airy sigh escape your lips, the both of you knowing how you can’t deny his offer.

Especially not when those fingers push the delicate fabric to the side, teasingly trailing up your folds.

“I think it’s time that―” he accentuates those low spoken words by applying the perfect amount of pressure against your clit, “―you really relax, yeah?”

Almost immediately, your hips buck against his hand, grinding yourself into it and earning more delicious stimulation. You didn’t even realize the way your book slipped off your lap, too caught up in how Issei’s fingers began rubbing steady circles against the little bundle of nerves.

A hand flies to your mouth in an attempt to stifle the few high pitched moans escaping you. While you are a little confused as to why you feel so goddamn needy, you don’t really care. Quite the opposite, you eagerly part your legs as his fingers dip lower to your entrance, gathering up some of your arousal. You're unable to stop the whine as he pushes a finger in, skillfully curling it against your walls.

Even harder is it to stop the way your breath hitches and your walls clamp down as he adds a second finger, hitting that spongy and sensitive part of you seemingly easily.

It’s impossible for him to miss your cute little reactions, “That’s your spot, pretty girl?”

You all but keen at the saccharine tone lacing his words, head pressing into the pillow as his digits make languid thrusts into your heat. Wrapped up in the way he’s perfectly working you over, you didn’t fight him as he leant over your body and began leaving open mouth kisses against your neck. Or, when he latched onto a particular spot that had you writhing gently underneath him, hands gripping his biceps to ground yourself.

Much quicker than usual, that warm and familiar pressure was building inside you, lewd noises of your slick meeting your ears as Issei quickened his pace. He spoke against the skin of your collarbone, small marks growing darker here and there from his ministrations. “That’s it, little one. Give it to me…”

Although it was spoken quietly, you could’ve sworn the command felt like it was playing out in your mind. Reverberating through your fleeting thoughts, coaxing you to fall apart. A near blinding sensation ripped through you as his thumb repeatedly swiped at your clit, a few more seconds enough to push you over the edge that you reached almost shamefully fast. Issei didn’t let up, helping you ride out your orgasm as you remained in that intense state longer than you ever had before.

When you eventually came down from your high, panting and a light sheen of sweat adorning your face, you did feel more relaxed. But somehow, that same heat you felt persisted.

You must have been out of it longer than you thought, unaware of just how you came to be now entirely bare, nightgown and panties nowhere to be seen.

That, and the fact that Issei was just as uncovered as you, hovering over your mildly exhausted body. With glazed over eyes, you drank up the way the bedside candle bathed his body in a warm and flickering light, highlighting his tanned skin. You would have remained that way, enjoying the view of his broad and well built frame, if he hadn’t interrupted you. And, if you weren’t already so far gone in the motions, you might haven protested as his lips captured yours in a deep kiss. It was too late for any that now. Your mouth parted in a weak sigh as his hand came up to cup your breast, pinching the already hardened nipple and experimentally rolling it in between his fingers.

Out of pure need to breath, you pawed against his toned chest, relieved when he let up. Not before nipping at your now swollen bottom lip, he chuckled a bit to himself, having a proud smirk in seeing your blissed out expression.

“...Told you I could help.”

The burning ache in between your legs refused to leave, despite you just having experienced what was likely the most intense orgasm you’d ever had.

Issei could see the desire written across your face, bringing a hand to affectionately cup your cheek.

Even that contact alone was stirring the same need in you, making you lean into the gesture as you practically pouted up at him.

“What’s wrong, baby. That not enough for you?”

If it weren’t for the teasing lilt in his voice, you would’ve felt bad for what you were about to ask.

Lashes wetted slightly with tears, you peered up at the demon who was awaiting an answer.

“I want more, please…”

For the first time in ages, your drifting gaze landed on those sharpened canine teeth of his, shining in the candle light from his lighthearted grin at your pleading.

It was taking everything in him not to lose himself in your vulnerability. Having you so openly grapple for his touch was downright intoxicating, and even for a demon as strong as him, the pull to absolutely ravage you was almost irresistible.

But he couldn’t do such a thing―not yet.

Issei was quick to oblige your request, positioning himself between your legs and lining up with your dripping entrance. Just because the sight of your frustrated pout as you waited patiently for more was sickeningly addictive, he took a moment to tease you even further.

A jolt of pleasure shot through you as he rubbed the weeping tip of his cock along your glistening folds, nudging your clit and earning a desperate mewl from you. Your whole body felt like it was melting under even the smallest of movements, limbs beginning to grow weaker. Just as the tears welling in your eyes threatened to spill, Issei leant down and planted his lips softly against yours.

You suppose it was a distraction, as you felt him begin to push past your entrance. Having been previously drowning in the way he was eying you like prey, you never quite caught a glimpse of what was in store for you. You now knew all too well though, your nails digging into his biceps as he slowly split you open on his cock.

Hearing your pained whines, Issei brought a thumb back down to circle your puffy clit. In parting, you turned your head to the side as he began planting light kisses along your cheek, continuing along your jawbone.

“Takin’ me so well, such a good little human…”

The praise he purred into your ear had you keening, wanting to earn more as he finally sunk into you.

Out of mercy for your much frailer composition, Issei paused until you gave him those pleading eyes to keep moving, your lower lip tugged between your teeth.

And god, how could he refuse that.

He reared back before snapping his hips into you, the force causing you to yelp as your whole body was jolted. Issei looked down at you, an animalistic look in his eyes as he began a steady pace.

You clawed at his shoulders, the sheer size of him making it effortless to hit that sensitive and spongy spot inside you with each thrust. His whole body was massive, engulfing your frame and showing you just how small you were in comparison now that he was so close.

“Aren’t you just a mess for me. This tight little cunt is fuckin’ drooling.”

It felt like with each word that left his lips, the burning desire grew more and more intense. Maybe it was because you hadn’t properly gotten off since Issei had made himself known four months ago, but right now you couldn’t care less. The drag of his cock against your walls had you weakly writhing underneath him, back arching and legs kicking out.

Issei took pride in the way you squirmed, each slam of his hips causing you broken moans and high-pitched whimpers. You were babbling nonsense, of how good it felt, how good he felt. He saw the way your eyes were glazed over, rolling into the back of your head, not focused in any capacity on the way he was changing right above you.

A large hand wrapped around your throat, and distantly, you could feel a sharp sting against your sweat covered skin.

“Look at you, my sweet little human―you need me, right?” Issei all but growled out the question, squeezing your neck tighter when you failed to respond.

“Y-Yes! Fuck, I need you, need you s-so bad Issei.”

While you were falling apart, panting and drool seeping from your mouth, the demon was as collected as ever. With his rhythm increasing, you felt the coil tightening and threatening to snap with each passing second, your legs wrapping around his hips and trying to pull him impossibly closer.

“That’s right, you fucking need me, you belong to me―say it.”

You were so close to reaching that peak for a second time, too absorbed in the feeling to respond.

Issei felt the way your walls fluttered, clamping down against his length. As much as he wanted to see your face contort in ecstasy only he could deliver you, he still needed one last thing.

His hips stilled right as you were about to come undone again, pulling out almost all the way and leaving just the tip.

“Say it, human. Tell me who you belong to.”

The demand was harsh, ringing inside your head and mixing with the lust filled haze clouding your mind.

“You, Issei! I’m yours, please don’t stop, I-I’m―”

Your eyes shut tight as he slams back into you, pace quicker than ever as you fail to notice how the entire room begins to change. All you can register is the blinding sensation of your building release, it crashing upon you in waves. Somehow more powerful than the last, you’re reduced to a convulsing mess as he keeps moving inside you while you cum.

There’s a certain ringing in your ears, a muffledness that slowly fades as you calm down. Your heart is beating hard against your ribcage as you tearily crack open your eyes.

You’re not in your room.

The black ceiling that hangs above you is not your own, nor are the satin sheets of similar colour you lay upon. What was once your home is now everything but the sort, a bedchamber large and grand. The hanging chandelier and mounted sconces light your vision.

They light the still looming frame of Issei.

He’s changed too.

Those once hidden and inhuman horns have made their return, his eyes darker and sinister. And the fangs you caught a glimpse of earlier, crimson.

A thin trail of blood trickles from the corner of his mouth, falling and landing on your chest.

“Such a naive little thing you are…”

Startled and still far too sensitive, you gave a silent scream as Issei thrusted back into your heat in one fluid and harsh movement. You pawed against his chest, body still exhausted and turning your protests into nothing more than feeble pawing.

“S-Stop, Issei. S’too much, p-please.”

Instead of slowing down, his movements quickened, a brutal pace being set as you frantically tried pushing him away.

You didn’t know where you were, but in the back of your mind, you knew how you came to be in this strange place had something to do with the demon ignoring your pained sobbing.

Even in seeing your face twisted in anguish and confusion, he kept that self-righteous grin on his face. “Made me work to own you, I’ll give you that.” Issei’s hand, once wrapped around your neck, gripped you by the hair.

A sharp sting shot across your scalp as he forcefully beared your neck. With a swipe of his thumb, the demon smeared the still fresh blood leaving the bite wound on your neck. You cried out in pain as all of a sudden the punctured area began to burn.

“But with this, you’ll never be able to leave me.” A deep laugh reverberated in his chest at the prospect of his words, not ceasing the movements that were somehow lighting that same fire in your belly once again.

You mentally recoiled at the whole situation, the feeling of unbridled fear swelling inside you.

“I said st―” “Stop? That’s cute, sweetheart. But…” Eyes gleaming with hunger, drank up your messy and exhausted, small form. “...Little humans like you don’t get to make choices for yourselves―not anymore, at least.”

Despite his words doing nothing to encourage you to speak, if anything only frightening you with how they weighed down on your conscience, you still forced yourself too. To your appreciation, Issei slowed his pace slightly, giving you the chance to catch up with your thoughts.

“I-I don’t understand, why are you―”

A searing kiss cut off your questioning, his length stilling and remaining buried inside of you. He wasn’t anywhere close to being gentle like before. This time, his kiss felt rough, claiming as his fangs pierced the soft skin of your lower lip, the metallic taste of your own blood flooding your mouth.

When he pulled back, you were just as stained in red as he was.

“You were the deal, sweetheart.”

Issei reclaimed that fast and bruising pace, pelvic bone grinding against you and catching your clit with each cant of his hips. He relished in the way your nails left marks in their wake against his shoulders and back, finding your attempts to both search for something to steady you and push him away at the same time greatly entertaining.

“Your fuckin’ grandparents left once they realized they weren’t what I wanted―” Large hands met the underneath of your thighs, bringing them up to press against your chest, “Gave me you to earn their freedom.”

By now the tears once fleeting had developed into a steady stream, you hiccuping as you feebly attempted to form words. “That’s...s’not true, they w-wouldn’t do that.”

As the declaration left your mouth, you thought your mind was totally lost and playing tricks on you. In the palm of Issei’s hand appeared the burnt pages to journal number thirteen.

“It’s not? Then why did the crazy witch write it all down?” Carelessly, he tossed the badly blackened pages away, scattering them across the bed.

Your gaze followed the mess as they splayed across the sheets, view landing on the familiar scribbles and catching the last few lines jotted down.

“...Doesn’t deserve this…..I didn’..rea..ze…..he’s...monster…..the poor thing….......I’m sorry….”

Issei’s clawed hand turned your head back to face him, the sharp points of his fingers digging into your cheeks. While you knew he wanted your attention on him, all you could conceive was how this was just a repeat of your unfortunate history.

What you thought would be the start of a perfect new life was really the end of your already shameful one. Lured into fresh surroundings, only to find the air heavy with an awaiting darkness.

In a contrasting act of tenderness, Issei leant down, lips finding your fallen tears and kissing them away. Perhaps it was a pitying comfort, as you found those thoughts of despair suffocating, firmly cementing your fate with him.

But when he spoke, you knew it wasn’t because he realized your internal state from the look on your face, but from peering into the open book of your mind.

“I’ll take care of you, little human. Let me prove it to you.”

You might not have had the capacity to understand him then, but he meant what he said. In all of those months, he became everything you needed. And while it was to get you to trust him, to get you to give yourself to him―it wasn’t to say that he didn’t truly want to do all of those things.

From the moment you stepped into that house, Issei knew he was right in his judgment to respond to your grandparent’s summoning. The pull to heed their demands was strong, and for good reason. You were the being he was searching for. So he tended to all of your ailments, and in doing so realized he found what he’d been craving all these years.

He found the rush of feeling needed in you.

You’d have no choice to depend on him now, trapped in his realm with no way out.

Those details weren’t something you quite needed to know at the moment, however.

Whole body quivers washed over you, limbs feeling weaker than ever as both of you drew closer to release. Unrestrained moans left you as Issei’s length glided against your tensing walls, pressure building rapidly in your lower abdomen.

You weren’t anywhere near in your right mind as he relentlessly pounded into you, but you could’ve sworn the stretch of his cock felt bigger as his thrusts grew more erratic.

Showing that he really would take care of you, his hand snaked in between your bodies, the pad of his thumb rubbing messily against your sensitive nub.

With a few more rough thrusts, him still sloppily circling your clit with wide motions, you came around Issei’s cock for the second time.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, and that of the wound he’d inflicted upon you. Chasing his own release, he sporadically rutted against you.

Far too exhausted to do anything about it, you could only lay breathless as a warmth spread inside you, uncaring of the mess dripping down your thighs as Issei eventually pulled away.

The night's events were catching up on you, maintaining consciousness being impossible no matter how much you tried. No amount of fighting to keep your eyelids open would help, simply delaying the inevitable.

As your grasp on the waking world slipped through your fingertips, the last thing you felt was the dulled sensation from the wound on your neck, spreading to feel like a collar chaining you down.

The demon, not nearly as tired as you, returned your body to a comfortable position. He’d deal with the mess he’d made once you were fully asleep and unable to protest, now choosing to watch you drift away.

That satisfied smile remained on his expression, thankful to have finally returned home. But more than anything, he was satisfied.

Issei found what he was looking for.

And, being the perfectly naive human you were, you finalized your fate in willfully agreeing to be his.

The contract was completed, binding you to him for all eternity.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere matsukawa #yandere matuskawa issei #yandere issei #yandere x you #yandere hk #haikyuu x reader #tw noncon #tw stalking #tw blood #tw injury #tw coercion #tw kidnapping

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years ago

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Twelve Days of Christmas - Day Two

Prompt: Poinsettia

Pairing: Matsukawa/Reader (Haikyuu!!)

TW: Claustrophobia, Mentions of Death, Fantasies of Violence, Slight Dehumanization, and Implied Kidnapping.

You could understand the coffin.

It was resourceful, honestly. Matsukawa was a stranger - a friendly stranger, sure, but someone you'd known for less than a week, someone you had no interest in knowing outside of his temporary role in your life. You’d never let him take you outside the funeral home, and if he tried to drag you to his car or behind the building, you would’ve screamed without a second thought. He must’ve known that, when he smiled so patiently and took your hand, going on about some last-minute preparations for the ceremony and letting your grief-stricken haze do the rest. He must’ve known you wouldn’t notice how few people there were, beyond the parlor and the front desk, that you wouldn’t process how alone the two of you were until he’d already gotten you to the cluttered basement, until you were already standing in front of an open coffin and he was already behind you, an arm around your waist and a hand over your mouth as he shoved you inside. It was still evil, but it made sense. He was still a monster, but you could give him points for creativity.

You just didn’t understand why he’d chosen to leave the flowers inside, if he’d thought this out so carefully.

It was such a tight space. You couldn’t seem to forget that, not with your arms pinned to your chest, your legs awkward pressed together and winding, knobbed stems prodding your side, over-full bouquets of crimson flowers scratching at you with every minor movement, their color barely visible in the all-but nonexistent light. That was the worst part, really, the darkness. There were no openings, no cracks in the coffin’s shell, only a sliver where you knew light should’ve been, your own eyes tricking you into seeing something you knew couldn’t have been there. It made you think you should’ve been able to push forward, to stretch, to have more to work with than a dead phone and a dwindling supply of oxygen. It made you think this might’ve been tolerable, only to leave you bitterly disappointed every time you tried to take advantage of that silver lining.

“Let me go!” You tried to sound insistent, intimidating enough for the plea to come off as a threat, but even inside of your make-shift cage, your voice was muffled, distorted, smothered into something barely above a whisper. You tried to accommodate, beating the sides of your fists against the coffin’s lid, but if Matsukawa noticed, he didn’t seem to care. There was a shift above you, a half-hearted knock in response, and you had to wonder whether or not he planned to let you suffocate. “This isn’t funny, Issei. Let me out of this coffin, or I swear to god, I’ll—”

“It’s a casket,” He corrected, barely making an effort to be heard. “A coffin would be way smaller, and they usually don’t lock from the outside. I figured this would save time.” There was a pause, another hollow thud against the lid. “I thought I told you that while we were talking about your options, but you must’ve been distracted. Don’t worry though, sweetheart, I won’t hold it against you. Took me forever to learn the difference, too.”

You hated his tone. Confident, indignant, patronizing, a far cry from the man who’d let you sob on his shoulder until your voice was hoarse and the jacket of his suit was soaked through. It was all you could do to grit your teeth, to silently kick at the foot of the coffin, casket, whatever with as much strength as you could manage. Predictably, your efforts only earned a jolt of pain in your ankle and an amused huff from Matsukawa. “Still mad? I’m not asking for a lot, just a date. It’s not like you’ve got an excuse.” It was a purposeful hesitation, this time. You could almost hear his smirk, as he went on. “Not anymore, anyway.”

You were going to kill him.

You were going to get out of here, then you were going to kill him.

You weren’t going to respond, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction, but even from the other side of a dozen layers of velvet and porcelain, he seemed to sense your anger, that self-righteous, unadulterated rage. He seemed to sense it, but for whatever reason, he didn’t seem to care. “I mean, he is your boyfriend, isn’t he? Or, he was, at least. Doesn't matter anymore, though," He sighed, resting more of his weight onto the casket. “It’s fitting, if you think about it. He couldn’t have been right for you, not when it’s so obvious you belong with me. Knew it from the moment you came in, all pouty and teary-eyed over someone who clearly didn’t care about you enough to stick around. I’ll be better than that, beautiful. I’ll take care of you, ‘sspecially if you cry like that for me.”

You didn’t care about the stems anymore, or the flowers, or the way your hands started to ache as they pounded against your lid, your body writhing and thrashing and doing its damnedest to kick and scratch and yell. You didn’t know what your goal was, by then. To attract the attention of another employee, to make your mourning friends and family wonder where you’d went, to make enough noise to relieve a fraction of the frustration forming tight, heavy knots in your chest – any of it, all of it, whatever had a chance of helping escape the dark, shrunken hell you’d been sealed into. Something caught on your forearm, drawing a thin, burning line in delicate skin, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care if you got blood on his merchandise. You almost hoped you did, but you’d settle for the chance to claw at his throat until he was dead enough to take your place. “You fucking bastard—”

“Temper, sweetheart, temper,” He cooed, and in the distance, you could hear a bell chiming, the white noise of murmuring voices falling silent. Even Matsukawa seemed to notice it, clicking his tongue as he took a step back. “I wanted to get this over with before the viewing, but looks like we’ll have to wait. We’ll have to talk about that attitude when I come back, too, I don’t want to reward a brat for bad behavior.”

It was more of a schock than anything, the sudden introduction of something you hadn’t realized you were afraid of, not until he brought it up. You didn’t want to be in the dark, you didn’t want to be confined, but more than anything, you didn’t want to be alone. Not if there was a chance Matsukawa would forget to come back. “Wait, I don’t—You can’t just leave, it wouldn’t be--“ You forced yourself to stop, taking a deep breath, attempting to collect yourself. You tried to, but when you went on, you only sounded more fragile. More breakable, with a little perseverance. “That’s not fair.”

He was smiling. He must’ve been. At this point, you couldn’t blame him. “You’ll be fine, sweetheart. I’ll come get you after the shop closes, then we can spend some quality time together, alright? That, or you might need some more time to cool off.” There were footsteps, a lock clicking out of place. “Who knows? An overnight stay might do you some good, if you’re going to be this stubborn when I bring you home.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have the chance to, not before the door opened, closing again less than a second later, leaving you alone. Completely alone, now.

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve said the room managed to get just a little darker, after he was gone.

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rocorambles · 5 years ago

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Stranger Danger

Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader x Hanamaki

Genre/Warning: Yandere, Dub-con, Rape/Non-con, Blood Play, Knife Play, Degradation, Smut

Summary: Kindness has you beckoning two handsome strangers into your home during a particularly bad thunderstorm, but little do you know just how much you’ll regret that decision.

The thunderstorm is roaring outside and you sigh as you finally turn off your computer. Thank goodness it’s a Friday at least and you won’t have to sign back on for work until Monday. You’re thankful your gig lets you work from home as you stare out at the torrential downpour and your nose crinkles in distaste at even imagining having to commute in this weather. A little growl interrupts your thoughts and you rub your stomach as you wander towards the kitchen. You hadn’t eaten much today, too caught up in work and making sure deliverables were handed in on time, but now that your mind isn’t occupied, you realize how hungry you actually are. Humming, you cut and prep ingredients for a warm, comforting stew, the perfect dish for a gloomy wet day and soon your kitchen is filled with a soothing melody of a knife rhythmically hitting the cutting board and raindrops pitter pattering on your window.

You’re startled by the sound of your doorbell ringing. You weren’t expecting any visitors and your house is so out of the way, tucked in a quiet corner of the woods, that you’re honestly surprised and a little frightened that someone had even found it. Knife in hand, you quietly walk towards your front door and peer out your door viewer. You’re met with the sight of two men who roughly seem your age, maybe in their late 20s, standing drenched outside your house. Unsure of what to do, you continue spying on them as they insistently ring and knock. You have to admit, they’re easy on the eyes, you can tell even through the little hole, and it’s been so long since you’ve last hung out with anyone. You chose to live a quiet hermit life, but it didn’t mean you were completely immune to the pangs of loneliness that crept up every once in a while. You examine them closely...they don’t have any suspicious bags or items on their person, they’re empty handed...what could possibly be the worst thing that could happen? With that thought, you finally unlock the door and come face to face with the duo.

You had already vaguely thought the two were attractive behind your tiny peep hole, but now standing in front of them in person, you’re slightly taken aback by how good looking they are. The chestnut colored hair man speaks first. “Sorry, our car is running really low on gas and we don’t know the area too well. We didn’t want to keep on driving and get stuck in this weather, so we just decided to drop by the nearest house we could find. Do you mind if we stick it out until the storm subsides a little?” You’re a little uncertain about letting two strangers waltz into your home, but he seems so genuine and nice. His charming smile tugs at your heart, but you stare warily at the taller of the two who still hasn’t said a word. There’s something a little more intimidating about the dark curly-haired figure and a little warning bell sounds in the back of your mind. Sensing your hesitation, the shorter of the two nudges the other in the side and with a grunt, the taller one bows politely in greeting and also implores you for help. You didn’t want to send them back off into the terrible weather and if you’re honest, some company would be nice. Stepping aside, you beckon them in.

You hand them some spare towels and the biggest athletic wear you can find in your closet as you guide them to the bathroom and let them change out of their rain-soaked clothing and freshen up. Soon enough, the three of you are in your small kitchen getting to know each other as you prepare dinner together. “We’re Matsukawa Issei and Hanamaki Takahiro, but please just call us Mattsun and Makki.” You laugh and begin to enjoy yourself as you talk more to the two men. Makki is definitely the friendlier of the two, easily chatting away and making you giggle. But although Mattsun is quieter and more reserved, his quick wit and snarky playful comments spice up the conversation and the three of you find an easy cadence. They listen closely as you explain why you live in such an isolated part of the woods. You’ve always been a little more introverted by nature, so you had jumped at the opportunity of being able to work remotely and used it to find this quaint cottage in the forest where only nature could bother you. There were no nearby neighbors to worry about and your friends and parents all lived so far away, they rarely came to visit you. As you turn your back on your guests to ladle the stew into bowls, you miss the dark look the men exchange behind you.

Dinner goes on without a hitch and now with bellies full and dishes clean, the three of you lounge on your couch lazily watching Netflix. When you had bought furniture, you had only planned for yourself, so the couch is a bit small for three adults, but you make it work as you sit in the middle, Makki and Mattsun positioned on either side of you, so close that you can feel the warmth of their bodies. You slightly flush, but you don’t think much of it as you continue watching the flickering screen. Mattsun shifts and suddenly his left arm is wrapped around the sofa back behind you and you can feel your back pressing up against his forearm, but thinking he’s just trying to get comfortable, you continue to ignore the two men. It’s only when Makki’s right hand softly trails up your left thigh that you confusedly turn to stare at the grinning boy. Makki tentatively leans in for a kiss and after he pulls away, he fondly looks at you. “Are you okay with this?” Strong arms wrap around your waist from behind you and you turn your head to stare at Mattsun smirking down at you. “Well, are you?” There’s only a slight pause before you nod your head and Makki lifts you in his arms as you direct him to your bedroom.

Only when he has gently deposited you on your bed do you realize that Mattsun hasn’t followed the two of you. You question Makki about his friend’s whereabouts, but Makki just hushes you with a heated kiss. “He’ll be here soon. Just focus on me for now.” And you can’t do anything besides that when Makki playfully bites your bottom lip before entangling his tongue with yours. It’s been so long since your last sexual escapade and you quickly lose yourself in the heat of another body and your eyes close as your mouths continue their dance. Makki’s fingers skillfully rid you of your clothes and reposition you until you’re both upright with you kneeling between Makki’s outstretched legs. But a startled choke has you tearing your face away from Makki as you feel something sharp begin to dig into your back. You try to twist your body around, but Makki’s firm hold on you doesn’t allow for much range. However, with what movement your neck allows you, you see Mattsun behind you, tracing the tip of one of your kitchen knives into your skin, his once apathetic countenance now replaced by a feral predatory grin.

You clutch at Makki desperately, hoping to reason with the kinder of the two. “Please, Makki, make him stop.” You plead, tears beginning to form in the corner of your eyes, but Makki just gently kisses you and affectionately wipes the tears away. “Just bear with it, sweetheart. Struggling only makes it worse and you don’t want to make Mattsun angry. He was so cruel to the other darlings who wouldn’t let him carve his pretty marks into them.” Other darlings? Just how many people had fallen victim to this insane duo. You don’t realize you’ve said your thoughts aloud until Makki laughs and grabs your jaw forcing you to look him in the eye. “You’d be surprised how many silly girls like you just welcome big bad wolves into their homes. It’s almost like you all want to be eaten,” he coos. Anger and humiliation have you ready to retort scathingly, but instead you wail in pain as Mattsun begins to carve and you feel hot liquid running down your back. Makki uses the chance to devour your lips once again, moving one arm to fully encircle your waist and hold your figure tight to him while his other hand begins to roughly twist and pull at your nipples. You want to focus on the pain, to focus on how wrong this all is, but pleasure threatens to cloud your senses as Makki begins to suck harsh marks down your neck and your nipples harden as his hand continues to fondle them.

It feels like time is crawling as pain and pleasure both equally envelope you, but finally metal stops tearing through you and Makki lets you collapse face first onto the bed as Mattsun and him admire the artwork now etched into you. You hear a snap before you feel the weight of Makki lying next to you, gently stroking your hair behind your ear as he shows you the picture he took and a sob escapes you as you stare at the kanji of their names crudely cut into your once unmarred back. A rough hand forces your head up and you’re forced to prop yourself up on your hands and knees to lessen the strain in your back and neck as you look up into Mattsun’s face. “You’re going to look so beautiful when this scars over and you’re permanently branded. No one else is ever going to want damaged goods like you, so you better just start accepting the fact that you belong to us now.” That’s all the preamble you get before you’re slapped in the face by a thick heavy weight and you let out more broken cries when you realize you’re now face to face with Mattsun’s cock, already slick with pre-cum and at full mast. Your stomach churns at the fact that the bastard is getting turned on by your pain and suffering, but you don’t have time to delve too much into your thoughts as Mattsun slaps you across the face once more before rubbing his tip all over your face, smearing pre-cum into your skin. “Open up, whore. Don’t even think about biting down or I’ll leave some more pretty art on your body.” You obediently open your mouth as fear lances through your body at the feeling of a sharp edge warningly being pressed into your throat.

Mattsun is big and you struggle to fit even half of him inside your mouth. With an annoyed sigh, he grabs the back of your head and slams all the way into your throat and you screech, fingernails clawing at his thighs. Your throat burns and you can’t breathe, but Mattsun just moans as he starts to fuck your tight mouth with abandon. Tears, snot, and drool are cascading into a sloppy pool beneath you, but your messy pathetic face only turns him on more. “Yeah, keep on crying, sweetheart. Fuck, that’s hot.” You’re so overwhelmed by the lack of oxygen and the building burn of your mouth being stretched that you’re barely aware of Makki situating himself behind you until he rams his entire length inside you in one rough motion. Everything hurts. You’re so filled and stretched and neither man relents as they continue their brutal assault on your holes. There’s no care for your pleasure or discomfort as they savagely chase their own ends and you lie there limply, taking it like the good sex doll they’ve made you into.

Your consciousness begins to crawl in on itself in an attempt to at least mentally escape what’s happening, but even that is taken from you as Makki begins to attentively circle and play with your clit and you want to die when you feel arousal licking at the corners of your brain. “You don’t get to escape, darling. I want you to feel everything that’s happening. I want you to experience your own body betraying you when it falls apart in pleasure. Cry and scream all you want. At least your body is honest about how it feels.” And that’s exactly what you do. Sobs wrack your body as desire bubbles within you and you peak when the bitter taste of Mattsun’s release coats your tongue. “Fuck, you dirty slut. Did you get off to just the taste of my cum? God, we chose well, Makki. It’s like she was made for this.” Makki doesn’t reply, too busy pounding into you as you scream at the pain of being overstimulated. Your throat is hoarse and your upper body is collapsed on the bed, but you continue brokenly bawling into the ruined sheets beneath you even after Makki roughly sinks into you one last time and releases deep within you.

Still trembling, you take a deep shaky breath, thankful that at least it’s over and you beg them to just leave you alone now that they’re done. But your heart sinks as Makki tenderly strokes your head and leans down to smile at you. “We’re nowhere near done with you, sweetheart. Weren’t you listening when Mattsun said you belong to us now?” You hiss as strong arms rearrange you until you’re sitting in a lap with your back pressed against a firm chest, making your abused pussy and still healing wounds throb in pain. “We have the rest of your life left or until we get bored of you, whichever comes first,” Mattsun purrs into your ear. “So if you want us to keep you alive, you better keep us happy.” Those words are barely out of his mouth before Mattsun is guiding you to perch above his shaft and with a rough jerk, he bottoms out completely within you and begins to manhandle you into bouncing on his length. Silent tears trail down your face as you send a desperate prayer for someone to save you before slumping your head back onto Mattsun’s shoulder. Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to collapse in his hold.

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