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hi hi this is very dark so please ignore if it makes u uncomfy but like oikawa beating the shit out of reader and fucking her battered body for hours and tying her up in his basement to let his friends have their ways with her also please add heavy degradation if you're fine with it

It’s a bit dark,,so I changed it up a bit but kept the overall theme I guess, basically getting ganged on by Oikawa, Iwa, Mattsun, and Makki. I really hope y’all like it, being honest this was a a hard write for me.

Tw:noncon, degradation, physical abuse, Dacryphilia, mentions of drugging. I hope you enjoy !!

You’re head was throbbing, vision fuzzy and unfocused, there were muffled voices above you, and a burn between your legs, “ I think she’s wakin up” Makki groans, his grip on your leg tightening, as he drives his thick cock into your velvet walls. “Awe is she~ let me see,” a rough hand yanks your head up, suddenly alert your eye fly open and you let out a shriek, as a camera is pointed right at your face “wakey wakey~” the singsong voice coming from none other than Oikawa, before letting go, allowing you to fall back to the floor.

“W-what’s going o-on!??” Hands reaching down trying to push Makki away, “s-stop, g-guys, w-why” you question groggily, eyes darting fearfully, spotting Mattsun, and even Iwa, standing close, both had their cocks out and were looking at you like prey. “Oh, honey, don’t you remember?” Oikawa asks, hand cupping your cheek, before swiftly smacking you, “ you earned this when you thought you could flirt with other guys, not keeping your drink safe”, the strike has your face burning and ear ringing, “you were so easy to drug” he motions for the other two to move forward, Mattsun quick to snag the spot nearest your mouth, smirking as he probs your mouth with the bulbous head “ you wanna act like a slut we’ll treat you like one, little manager” he chuckles, pinching your nose hard enough to bruise when you refuse to open up, the pain and need to breath catch up to you, you try to turn your head but it’s too late, Mattsun shoves his cock into your mouth and down your throat, tears sting your eyes and cheeks as they run uncontrollably.

You feel Makki pull out with a groan, warm cum pounded deeply inside of your cunny, still hard he lays on one side, arm hooking under your leg as he lines up with your ass, Iwa moving to replace him, your thrash wildly, scream of protest silence my mattsun’s fat cock, his hips twitch,shoving it deeper down your throat, “ugh, keep makin her scream like that,” he says hand holding your head still as he fucks into your throat brutally. Makki and Iwa share a look and thrust in at the same time, your scream causing mattsun to spill deep in your throat, with a load growl, you’re forced to swallow before he’ll pull out, once he does you gasp for air, tears running freely as you sob.

Oikawa sits back video camera in hand “see little manager, you’re all ours and after today everyone will be able to see why?” He cruelty teases you, everything hurt as the two other men pounded your lower half roughly, but Oikawa want you to hurt more, he saunters up dropping to his knees cock out and ready, one hand holding camera the other laced in your hair lightly,, handing the camera to Iwa, he smacks your face with his cock before forcing it down your throat, slapping you hard any time you gag on him. Iwa takes great film, the image of Makki and his dicks disappearing inside making his lose his mind.

Your face was slick with spit and tears, aching hotly, Oikawa gripping your hair tightly as he pummles your throat with his cock. One of you legs is hooked on Iwa’s shoulder as he fucks into your gummy walls, a hand pinching your clit as he sinks his teeth into the skin of your thigh, your body jolts, cunt squeezing hard, “bite her again,” Makki goads Iwa on “dirty bitch is about to cum” he groans out, shoving deeply into your ass only to sit and grind roughly. Mattsun nods, sinking teeth into the tender skin of your tit. Screeching around the dick in your mouth as he draws blood, cunny spasming as a shameful orgasm washes over you, more tears leak from your eyes. “Ahh~ fucking slut!,” Makki growls as he spills hot cum in your ass, Iwa quickly following cumming directly against your battered cervix. Finally after seeing the other men’s fluids leaking from you abused body, Oikawa spills in your mouth, pulling out to cover your face with the rest. He rubs the cum into your skin before slapping hard one last time. “You’re ours now little manager, just accept it” their cruel laughter bouncing off the walls of the bare basement that was your prison cell now.

YOU FEEL BETTER?

MATSUKAWA ISSEI

genre: smut (with a wee bit of angst for plot)

warnings: penetration, mirror sex, cheating (not mattsun), size kink, choking, use of good girl, slight dumbification, female reader, stretch marks reader, body image difficulties mentioned

some fluff there too and it’s kinda long

Play ALL MINE by Brent Faiyaz when reader goes outside for better feels

MDNI

You never thought you’d see the day Oikawa cheats on you. In front of hundreds, maybe even thousands of people, but he got what he finally wanted for himself and his team for years.

You worked a ton, trying to care for your hospitalized father. You got the tickets to the National game with whatever leftover money you had and a little help from the rest of the team. You were there at all the gatherings, get-togethers; anything you could to make up for your lack of presence at games, but they were so expensive and you’ll be damned if you ask the team for money to pitch in frequently.

Needless to say, you appeared as the captains girlfriend, close to being fiancé. You’d been right there since the first team sleepovers, right by his side the whole time. Now he was getting the well deserved credit as captain he deserved from his team, his fans, and you.

You were his own little surprise for nationals. You planned a dinner with everyone there but Oikawa, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Iwaizumi pitched in the most, his excuse being he just had money to spare (even though you know he’s like a big brother and would take care of you until the end of time), but you thanked everyone graciously.

To scale back a bit, you grew up with Mattsun and Makki. They where inseparable, and once you got attached to Mattsun, Makki was the last of the package. Matsukawa had no boundaries at all. Coming in while you were obviously changing in the bathroom, body slamming you on the bed, when you were on facetime with someone he’d come in the camera and join the conversation—there’s nothing you haven’t seen him do and there’s nothing he hasn’t seen you do—including sexually. You walked in once on him jerking off, he continued and asked if you could turn the light off. On the other hand, after an argument you have a promise to always say ‘I love you,’ and he puts you on the inner side of the sidewalk.

Later, his friends eventually became yours. Whenever you were mad at Tooru, a group sleepover was planned. Whenever Makki couldn’t come, Mattsun was fine with it being just you two, he didn’t mind. Any issues you had that were too overwhelming to handle alone, you went to Mattsun for.

The guy in a constant manspread with a caprisun always in hand somehow seemed to know what to do; you trust him with your life. Every breakup, he was there for you, and you made it your job to reciprocate.

You have a different type of trust with Tooru though. No boundaries were overstepped with Mattsun once you set them as well. Therefore, your relationship thrived with the brunette for years. There were always Mattsun’s snarky comments that he said just to piss Oikawa off, but everyone giggled and thought nothing of it while he pouted.

Okay so, Oikawa was basically famous. He had off-putting fangirls that usually backed off once you were in the picture, but there were some that didn’t. You accepted this fact since he was the one that came home to you in the end, and because Makki made *secret* gagging noises whenever they yelled for Tooru from the stands.

You dealt with them all the way up until today. The day where on the last deuce point, the ball fell on the opposite side of the court, just on the line. Roars from the crowd sounded, the team banner was waved even higher, and the chants turned into screams. On the court, the guys were in pure joy, hugging and bellowing in relief—they had made it.

This was the part where you’d come in! You hopped over the stands with flowers and more. As expected, he was a flowers man, and once you found out you sat them on your apartment table for whenever he came over. You move hastily through the throng of people crowding the court until you find your extremely sweaty friends. They were ecstatic and could probably cry any second.

“You guys were amazinggg!” You dragged out. Iwa found you happily, sweeping you off your feet with a bear hug. Kindaichi and Makki joined, leading to a group team hug with the players who weren’t talking to their thrilled parents. They finally put you back down.

You pull down your riding up mid-thigh length dress, “Okay, I’ll find Oikawa. I have a surprise for you guys too!” You give a gleeful smile and wave, then turn around to start your journey.

Except it ends a lot quicker than you thought it would.

Almost immediately you find him laughing with another. He wins the game of his dreams and decides some random over you. Who even was she? She calms him down by placing her hands on his biceps, then going on her tip-toes to kiss him. His hands meet at her waist with a smile, clearly no problem that he’s detecting. It definitely wasn’t the first time.

People casually walk past the space that separates you and him when your heart drops to your feet. The presents you were so eager to give him for his accomplishment droop to your sides, you can’t do anything but stand in astonishment. You were livid and overwhelmed.

The voices behind you of the team halted. You assumed they saw what you saw, and when you turned around and looked at the rest of them, their jaws were dropped just as yours. Some look at you in sympathy, other’s gazes like Iwaizumi and even Kyōtani had nothing but pure anger leaking through them, and the ones left deadpanned Oikawa; just waiting for him to look up. They loved you just as much as Oikawa did—or so you thought.

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to throw his promise necklace around your neck at him after you rip it off. You wanted to throw the flowers you got him at his feet and stomp on them.

But you couldn’t. This was also the rest of the team’s big day, and you didn’t want to make a scene. You turn back around. Hundreds of people are around you in the stadium as you stand shaking at what you’re looking at. Did all of them see it? You shrink in your spot. The kiss was interrupted by Iwa taking his arm harshly and dragging him to a nearby door, but not before he got a good look at your face. His brown hair fell over fearful eyes of regret.

This would be the last look. Tears rolled down your face when you think about what you sacrificed to get here. For how long? Did she know about you? Did you kiss the same mouth that may have had her lipstick on it at some point? You were sensitive, not soft. You knew by no chance you’d take him back, and all you could think was ‘fuck him.’

You set down the gifts for the team on the court and take this as your cue to speed-walk away, the call of your name not even making you look back. You wipe your tears as you exit and pick up the pace. You knew you were anything but, though you felt idiotic thinking back on all this, his own tardiness excuses being clear. With that thought, insecurities you didn’t even know you had came pouring in.

He was Tooru fucking Oikawa. Who were you? Some girl he put a title on making minimum wage? You turn the corner trying to make it to Mattsun’s car, you rode with him to not raise suspicion. Luckily you had the key, him forcing you to drive back.

She was gorgeous, you can’t lie, beautiful curly blonde hair with glasses—clearly you were never his type. Stretch marks decorated you and you always felt heavy, but he continued to express he didn’t mind when you sat on him. You hear footsteps behind you to ignore. You did not want to deal with this right now. You wanted to break things and cry your heart out doing it.

Quickly they caught up to you, hands turning you around and pulling you close, not saying a word. You saw Mattsun resting his head on yours, breathing heavy from running after the game of his life. Thus, you give in. You’ll apologize for that later too.

He refused to let you go. The 9 o’clock night settles in, bringing an ambiance of comfortable silence after what just happened. You cry softly into his uniform as he holds you tight.

He runs his hand in circles down your back, brushing your hair with the other. He foxily reaches in your back pocket for the keys. With a beep, the car door unlocks, and he guides you to the front seat. First he sits down and lowers his seat back, then he pulls you in after so you could position yourself comfortably on top. You never wanted him to let you go. You hug him and enjoy his presence. Honestly, you pray you weren’t hurting him while he gives you time to process.

“I’m sorry. I wish we knew.” He whispers.

Your feet are in the passenger seat since you’re spread over the console where he holds you like a child. Shaking your head against him, you tell him it’s okay. The light from the car goes off, leaving the two of you in the dark completely when he moves a piece of hair out of your face and drags a finger down your nose bridge, knowing it’ll instantly put you to sleep.

“Don’t you still have awards to do?” You sob.

“They can wait.”

You snuggle into him further, you love being like this but he definitely did just win nationals. Surprisingly, you can’t smell the sweat through your sniffles.

“You have to go.”

“I don’t have to do anything.”

You peer up at him and he peers down at you. He wipes a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “You have to go because I said so.”

After some contemplation he rolls his eyes and chuckles, “fine, yes ma’am. Now get your sweet ass off me since you want me to go so bad.”

You relocate to the passenger seat where he hands you the keys.

“You want me to send someone out here with you?”

Once again you shake your head, he gives you a side smile before closing the door going back in. You turn your phone on for light and fall asleep reminiscing. That was the end. You were no longer in a relationship with Tooru Oikawa.

—————

You’re awoken by pots and pans rattling in the kitchen of what is familiar as Mattsun’s house. He sat you down on the couch while you were asleep, almost knowing you were going to wake up hungry.

“Morning,” he says. It’s 11 pm.

—————

You eat and settle into his room since he insisted to take the couch. He has one of those big propped up mirrors with the colored frame. ‘This does add some vibrance to his room’ you think. Passing by it and the dresser, the thoughts almost instantly reform.

You catch yourself judging your own body again, suddenly finding everything that could be disliked about you. Did you talk too much? Were you overwhelming? You’re realizing how unhealthy it is to think about what could have made him cheat on you rather than the fact that he cheated, but you can’t help yourself. You turn to the side for a better angle of your thigh marks, an obvious frown forming on your face. Matsukawa happens to walk in and spots you, a different frown of his own making its way.

“Stop.”

You fix yourself, “You don’t even know what I was thinking about.”

He scoffs, “like hell I don’t. He’s a dipshit for even thinking of doing something like that to someone like you.”

You turn your head to him in question, “Someone like me?”

He walks past and bluntly stares you up and down in front of the mirror. “Usually girls with stretch marks have good pussy. You get it from your mom, she’s hot too.” He smirks.

“Mattsun!” You shove him over. How is it he could be so vulgar in times like this?!

He throws his hands up in defense, then pops the last of the snicker he was holding in his mouth. He walks back over, behind you in the mirror, and trails a finger over your marks. You cringe and watch in the reflection.

“They’re your accessory.”

“Whatever.” You reply. He uses two fingers to guide you to turn a little, taking a closer look.

“All it does is show that your body growth couldn’t fit into your skin. Personally, I like something to grab on.”

You hide your smile, slowly starting to believe him. He looks around to the other side, finding matching ones to compliment.

“But that’s personally, meaning that’s just you. Not everyone likes them.” You retaliate. He stops in his tracks and looks at you from the side.

He twists you straight by your hips, correctly towards the mirror. You see him directly behind you to watch. His hands reach up to your neck, impressively undo the clasp, then leisurely peel off the ring necklace from your chest. Once you register yourself without the trademark promise jewelry in the glass, you look back at his eyes in examination. You find a smug yet serious expression, and he drops the necklace plainly to the floor.

“You don’t need everyone.”

He looks in your eyes. You slowly nod. He was entrancing when stern, no other words needed to be said for you to listen, even when heavy-hearted. He directed your eye back into the mirror with the slight push of your jaw.

“You see this body right here? It’s not for everyone.” He lowers his tone. His hands situate back on your hips, rubbing them loosely while he dictates.

“Some can handle it, some can’t.”

You look at him through the mirror to listen closely. You clear your throat to gather up the voice for your question, the discarded necklace already forgotten.

“Can you?” You inquire softly.

He slowly lowers himself down to your ear.

“Wanna find out?”

You scan his eyes for jokes. Your 3-4 year relationship went down the drain, but you realize the one you needed most held up. You can’t think of a time he wasn’t there for you. While your ‘boyfriend’ was trying to keep his reputation alive, you were trying to keep someone close to you the same. Oikawa was just overly charismatic by nature.

There was a reason you went to Mattsun first for everything and he knew it. To keep your relationship alive (that you swore up and down you were happy in), he dismissed it. But now as he was staring into your eyes, the urge to kiss you has never been higher—especially since you just gave him the go.

So why not accept the invitation?

He unites your lips. You immediately return the gesture, slotting together slowly, deep and somehow loving. Twisting around, you wrap your arms around his neck.

You’ve never kissed him before, but damn you wish you had. He tastes like chocolate and his large hands feel so good roaming your body. The ongoing kiss was almost necessary, the pent up emotion the both of you had seeping through it. He groans when you suck his tongue and you make it your job to pull it out of him again. He easily gets you off the ground by reaching both hands behind your thighs and tapping. Following directions, you jump and giggle.

He smiles into the kiss and catches you, no struggle. He can, in fact, handle your body.

You move your falling hair out of the way and return to your previous position. You can definitely get used to making out with him. Walking over to the bed, he lowers you down. He casually hovers over you while you embrace each other, making you more desperate, back arching up to reach him. He caresses one of the legs wrapped around his waist when he pulls back to ask a final question.

“You want this?”

You tease him a bit, ignoring what he was actually asking concerning your past relationship.

“Do you want me?”

Without reluctancy, he breathes out, “I need you. Really fucking bad. But that wasn’t my question.”

You’re shocked at the sudden tone, declaring yet desperate. You start to rethink your relationship. Have you been blind this whole time?

“Yes, I do want it.”

“Want what? It, or me?” He wasn’t letting it slide.

“…I want you.”

He smiles and holds your chin delicately, fulfilling your needs with another kiss.

“Good girl.”

You grin giddily and push him over to his back, straddling his hips. His lips feel ten times better on yours, somehow overriding your past boyfriend’s in an indescribable way. Your nicely manicured hands never find a stopping point as they run down his chest. His sweats have much to hide, though they obviously aren’t doing their job well.

Mattsun has walked around with his print clearly showing all the time. You’re not sure if he discontinued this habit since you were coming over less (due to your dramatic ex’s discomfort), and you didn’t care then, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the way the fabric outlined the entirety of him perfectly.

You knew he was big. You’ve seen him, but never completely hard. You almost laugh out loud awkwardly when you realize whenever someone said he had ‘big dick energy,’ they could only guess. Now as you were feeling curiously past the drawstring, he only sat motionless to watch your enlarging eyes and outwardly laugh at you once your fingers drag from the base to the tip under your own body. It was almost inviting and bigger than anything you’ve ever felt.

“Will it fit?…” You think. What you didn’t know was that you actually said it.

“Sorry, what was that?”

You redirect your gaze back to his face. He wears a shit-eating grin and has his hand that was on your hip by his ear, tilted to you in fake question. You swallow, and shyly ask again.

“Trust me princess, we’ll make it fit.” He hums.

The comforting feeling of him comes back when his charming hands roll your dress up. Now it was obvious he was looking at you through the mirror positioned at the foot of his bed, because he was fixated on the view of the pretty lace you wore curving over your ass. Technically it was part of Oikawa’s gift, but it’s being put to good use.

“You like it?” You move your hair out of the way and sway a bit, before slowly stepping to your knees in front of the bed.

“Can it be my wallpaper?”

You whole heartedly laugh. Sex with him is somehow fun rather than awkward, taking into consideration you’ve known him since you were a kid.

Looking up into his eyes you observe pure longing radiating his body. Reaching his lower abdomen as he leaned back was easy, like how easy it was to take him out. You found his length quickly and took it into both hands to lick a stripe from the middle to his tip. You sucked hard, seemingly kissing the top, then his hand found your hair to immediately push you downward towards your own fingers. You choked due to his actions.

“Can you take it all?” He smirks down at you. He was almost belittling you, the taunting giving nothing but encouragement. You nod with your head still almost at the base, mouth more than full, forcing yourself deeper with your tongue out to not neglect his balls. You sputter again as saliva leaks from your lips, barely reaching the bottom. He curls his hips upwards to negate all restrictions you had.

“Fuck…that’s it, open up just a little more for me.” You literally couldn’t go any farther with your nose deep in his skin. Once he holds you for a while, he bobs your head up and down for you, your jaw slack. You tried your best not to gag.

You can’t resist touching yourself with your panties to the side. His head thrown back is enough to fuel your arousal.

Throating him, your eyes are naturally closed, but you have to get in the habit of opening them. He loves seeing your pretty orbs and lashes glaze over with tears once his dick is too much for you. How he almost cums on the spot because no other woman has taken him this deep. The up and down motions of your head in his lap through the mirror not showing everything, but enough is implied. When he finally lets you up to breath ‘cause you tapped out, but a lopsided smile still decorates your face after your throat flexed beautifully around the shaft. You can barely speak, but you’ll still happily stick your tongue out so he can slap his head teasingly on it, smiling down at you. You stretch yourself with his size in mind, just praying he doesn’t rip you apart. With just the thought you add an extra finger to make three. He didn’t know how nasty you were in bed, he could only imagine, but now he didn’t have to because you were right in front of him doing it all.

The praise keeps you going, joy spreading through your body even in your current position to please him. He suggests you get accustomed to getting sloppy (because it’s the only lube you’re gonna get). You like the word accustomed, meaning it wasn’t gonna be just one time. But what were you? Friends? Friends with benefits? Anyway, he refuses to cum anywhere but on you, especially when you haven’t came yourself yet. Then again, that doesn’t mean you weren’t soaking.

He orders you to your feet where you slip your panties off. He turns you around to your makeup for the occasion ruined, slight tear stains, and your dress being pulled off in the mirror. Then, he gives you choices as he unclasps your bra.

“So, what should we do…you wanna ride me and bounce in the mirror? Or would you rather watch as you get slutted out and bent over?” He offers.

The idea of him alone pounding into you from behind while he forces your glance to the glass thrills you. You request the second, then turn back around and crawl into position on the bed. He smiles to himself at your obedience and follows right behind you.

He pushes in a few fingers to check, shocking you, then once he decides you were stretched, pulls them out.

“Still on birth control?” You nod, he knew from all the times you complained about keeping up with the timing. You braced yourself when his flush tip poked into you from behind, later slowly inching its way inside.

He almost passed out the way you clenched around him. You didn’t have a choice: he was thick and filled you out completely. He was so big. You let your head drop as your muscles tense at the intrusion, he wasn’t even bottomed out yet. You tell him to keep going (since you decided to deal with the penetrating pain all at once), and once he was pressed against you, you regretted that decision. You underestimated it. You needed a few minutes, he was practically reaching your stomach. Some time after unstirring bodies and heavy breaths, you finally suck it up and rock backwards.

Then you do it again. And again. Until it goes from painful, to uncomfortable, to nothing at all.

“You okay?”

You respond with a faint yes. If anything you were more than okay. He started meeting you half way there, and that’s when you finally look up into the mirror. You were on your elbows, face flushed, with Mattsun rolling his hips ever so slowly into you from behind.

It was fucking hot, yet the longing you felt never left. He stops his hips when you get a glimpse of him grabbing his phone from the nightstand. He records his hand on the height of your ass from your arch, and the way your pussy gratefully gripped his length when you pushed yourself back on him. Face down ass up, you had to work for it. You swallowed him whole. Amused, he watched your body contract and expand from the travel of the middle of his dick to the head. How his veins got sucked in by you, like you were molded just for him. You trusted Mattsun so you made sure to moan a little louder.

“I know you love it baby, the way I stuff you.“

“Yes.” You breathe out. He slightly teased you inch by inch of the way, whether it was verbally or physically. Rubbing himself against your entrance, degrading words, anything. It was honestly starting to piss you off. He was completely aware.

“Faster…” He just laughs evilly. He stops recording and throws his phone to the side to run his hands down your body.

“Drop the attitude and ask again, then maybe I’ll consider.”

You roll your eyes, resulting in the slap of your ass. He did start thrusting again though. You hiss, sigh, and ask again.

“Faster, please.” You whine. His face reads completely unbothered when he removes his shirt. He was going agonizingly slow, just to annoy you even more. In his mind, if you weren’t at the point of punching him in the face, then he wasn’t edging you enough. He should feel bad.

He doesn’t.

Fucking into you was nice he thought. The way he entered deep and slow as you groan at the reflection. Savoring your body. But you heard it. The way girls screamed his name when you stayed over. In fact, you were there when he had to get his headboard bolted to the wall. You could barely pay for your apartment along with groceries, so you had no choice but to deal with some that were even louder because you were there to try and scare you away. He’d walk back out like nothing happened, say bye, then proceed to offer you a drink. Little did you know, the entire reasoning behind it was you. No matter how many women he tried to bring in and distract himself with, none held the same effect that you do on him.

You give up trying and continue rocking back onto him yourself. Desperately attempting to reach the spot you needed and knew he could hit. It only angered you worse when he just wouldn’t. Clearly it showed on your face.

“You’re so funny, you know that? I thought I was bad, but the way you’re practically begging for me is hilarious.”

He laughed at you once more and with the sudden singular snap of his hips, you jolt forward.

“Fuck!”

You were caught off guard. He grabs a hold of your waist hard enough to leave marks, then shifts his weight on your back. This gets you further into the bed, enhancing your arch. The thrust that ensues pushes you back and forth with enough force to lead into the next—relentlessly, he drives into you. You can barely breathe. Your eyes go wide in the mirror and you can’t move, the only option is to sit there and take it. You drop to your chest.

“Oh my god-Issei,” You choke out, you can’t really speak with your chin attached to his bed, “P-please you have to-!“

“Wait? Thought this was what you wanted princess? Now that I know you’ll look like this, I’m not sure if I can bring myself to.”

He moved one hand to your hair, exactly what he thought was the perfect handle. He pulled upwards once he wrapped his hands in it to make sure you were watching in the reflection. Furthermore, you are elevated right back up to your elbows.

“You see that? Watch how you get dicked down by your ex’s best friend. In fact, I might send that video to him later.”

You cry out his name again, the image of Oikawa’s face once he opens the notification making you smile. Endlessly, Issei rams into you. His cock splits you open. The recoil is insane, it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Just as Issei does, the situation, everything.

Suddenly, he slows his thrusts. With his grip still on your head you look back at him weakly, and he almost came right there. The atmosphere and the room are hot, but he’ll still say the hottest thing here is you. The kiss he gives you is sloppy.

“God you’re sexy. If you look away from the mirror I’ll stop, pretty. See what I see.”

You nod your head. It wasn’t good enough.

“Okay.” You mutter. You watch in the mirror image as he builds up speed again and slams into you, tears pinching at your eyes. He constantly talks to you over the loud slapping of skin. His moans (that were more grunts/groans) couldn’t even be heard. You realize now why those girls were screaming, Mattsun was rough in the best way possible. You thought they were exaggerating until no bounce of your ass against him goes unnoticed, every smirk he gave you wanted to kiss it off his face, and every thrust felt like heaven. The warm feeling came rushing like a train, not even building up. He folds his body over yours to get right in your neck as he hugs you from behind.

“You look so gorgeous for me. My pretty girl.”

He just laughs through the words. You babble to answer as more of these statements pile in. You see now, he was waiting for you this whole time. You hate how blind you were for all those years missed, wasted on someone close to him who wasn’t even good for you. You were a mess and yet here he was. It was kinda scary to you how quickly you were over Oikawa, but once he was the one there comforting you, that was all you needed. Now you could finally be his. His pretty girl.

“No one can fuck you like I can. Move your hand.”

He swatted away your mindless right hand placed on his arm behind you. You’re not sure how you held yourself up or how it got there, but you’ve clearly been on one elbow. You tried your best to keep your eyes open. It was so overwhelming, especially when you were so close to cumming already. You didn’t know whether to cry, pass out, or fight to stay awake.

“Please I-Issei, n-nobody can just please,” You huff out. Quickly, back and forth you go, even though his body stops you from flying backwards. Your ass hits him before you get too far back, then that pushes you forwards, where he pulls you back down to repeat. He lets go of your hair and holds your chin up instead. He makes sure to look directly at you in the reflection.

“Fuck-Who’s my pretty girl?”

“Me Issei.”

Your voice gets higher with each thrust. He grunts, nearing his end as you gradually tighten around him.

“Yeah? Who? Say it.”

“Me. I’m…” He accidentally re-angles himself, hitting a spot you never knew would affect you this badly. He’s pretty sure your eyes actually came inward first before you subconsciously closed them, and his finger pad slid on your wet lip as you drift off into subspace.

“Come back to me baby.” He can’t even bring himself to stop fast enough to edge you. Instead, he takes a hard bite to your shoulder and expertly circles your clit with the hand that wasn’t holding your jaw up. To think he could bring you to this point on your first orgasm was insane. The way he slips in and out of your heat quickly, the white ring wrapping around his dick that only gets bigger, and his balls slapping against your skin feeling so so good.

You come back right on time to see and feel yourself squeeze around him. Everything goes white, you try to scream out his name but it comes out only a whisper and a sob, and you realize he was dead serious. Nobody can fuck you the way he just did. Nobody has. He digs his head into your neck for the long awaited spill into you. He’s thought about it so many times, but making you uncomfortable was not an option, especially with Oikawa in the picture. He thought they were innocent until they became progressive, but he didn’t care. You were his now. He thrusts his hips into you further to make sure you felt full with his eyes to your back, watching you twitch and cream on his thick cock in the mirror.

“Shit, I’m your pretty girl Issei...”

He couldn’t do anything but smile. He loves you.

©hxltic

it's not much but i have four thoughts:

1. shower sex with issei

2. issei grabbing the headboard as he fucks you slowly, deeply

3. kitchen counter sex with issei

4. wall sex with issei.

i just want this man to rail me, does not matter where or how.

+ warnings: fem!reader, praise, creampie, (implied) multiple rounds, unedited

pls pls the image of him grabbing the headboard i can’t handle it,, his face all flushed, chest heaving, mouth hung open while the muscles in his arm flex with every slow roll of his hips. his eyes bore into yours, watching you fall apart beneath him.

“so pretty, baby,” he groans, dipping his head down to meet your mouth with his own. the kiss is all tongue and broken gasps, but it still gives you butterflies. his hips don’t lose their steady rhythm, his thick cock stretching you out slowly, hitting that spot deep inside you until your eyes blur with tears and heat licks in the pit of your stomach.

“issei, fuck- ‘m gonna cum, please, please,” you babble, making him grin. your hands grope for purchase on his broad back, nails scratching along his skin as you feel his muscles twist and contract underneath your palms.

“shit-” he inhales deeply, switching the angle so that his pelvis grinds against your clit, his cock still deep inside you, every ridge and vein still bumping and rubbing right where you need them to.

“you don’t have to beg, baby. cum for me.”

his words send you spiraling, eyes squeezing shut, breath leaving your lungs as you gush and cream around him. he cums when you do, jaw clenched as his cock twitches and his balls empty at the sight of you losing yourself on him, around him, for him.

his knuckles turn white with the grip he has on the headboard, the wood threatening to splinter beneath his hand. he moans along with you, deep satisfaction blossoming in his chest as you both come down from your high.

you both gasp when he pulls out, leaving a wet, sticky mess between your legs. he ignores the responsibility of cleanup just as you ignore the discomfort of his cum running down your thighs. he moves his hand from the headboard, supporting his weight as he rests beside you.

with one hand cradling your head, the other wrapped around your waist, he pulls you into a kiss, hot and long and passionate. his cock twitches at every small groan you make against his mouth. you notice, and take initiative to straddle his waist, gently rubbing your hands up and down his chest. he looks as if he’s seen an angel, his face reflecting nothing but sheer bliss as you lean down and whisper, “one more time?”

when you come back, i'll be waiting

you had every right to dump him—matsukawa was directionless and never took anything seriously. you were insufferably type a, an overachiever always thinking about the future. you kept nagging him about taking his studies more seriously, getting internships that could boost his resume, and dumping his loser friends. matsukawa never took your advice. he’d calm you down with his sweet words and gentle touches until you stopped annoying him. he knows you were in the right, but he was selfish at heart and wouldn’t let you go so easily.

pairing: ex boyfriend!matsukawa issei x reader

words: 2.7k

cw: fem!reader, breakups, toxic relationships, unprotected sex, breakup sex, dubcon, manipulation, minors dni

you can read more about ex bf!mattsun here!

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/ just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

“You’re actually being serious right now?” he stared down at you, his usual bored expression replaced with one of mild disbelief. He wasn’t expecting you to say that when you had invited him over.

The two of you had been arguing a lot lately—well, the past few months if he was being honest with himself. Matsukawa wouldn’t be surprised if the thought of breaking up crossed your mind a few times. Of course, he would always be there to fuck those scary ideas out of your head with his fat cock.

But this time, you’re being firm with him. “I mean it, Sei. I just don’t see a future in this relationship. You can see it too, all we do is just scream at each other.”

He figures he should be heartbroken, upset by what you’re telling him. But Matsukawa’s entranced by how pretty you look right now. Did you mean to wear those shorts tonight? Were you aware of how frustratingly gorgeous you look?

You had every right to dump him—Matsukawa was directionless and never took anything seriously. You were insufferably Type A, an overachiever always thinking about the future. You kept nagging him about taking his studies more seriously, getting internships that could boost his resume, and dumping his loser friends.

Matsukawa never took your advice. He’d calm you down with his sweet words and gentle touches until you stopped annoying him. He knows you were in the right, but he was selfish at heart and wouldn’t let you go so easily.

In the midst of your ranting, Matsukawa reaches out to cup your face in his hands, staring at you with those dark eyes of his that never fail to make you swoon. “You don’t really mean that, babe.” He presses himself against you, making sure you feel tiny compared to his much larger frame.

When he feels you lean into his touch, he knows he’s already won. Even if you roll your eyes. “This is exactly what I mean, Sei. You never listen to me.”

“Of course, I listen to you,” it’s not a total lie. Matsukawa listens to you plenty—especially when he has you spread out on his bed, begging him to pump you full of his cum. “You’re just upset, lemme make it up to you.

He watches you squirm in his hold, but you never push him away. You’re getting frustrated, the body wants one thing but the brain wants something else. You’ll see that he’s right, even if you’re a bit stubborn. At least that’s something the both of you have in common.

“I know that look, Issei. You can’t fuck your way out of every argument.” You snap, pointing out the smug look in his eyes. But the strong front you’ve been trying to put up is easily broken when Matsukawa’s fingers slip past your shorts and brush against your panties.

He easily finds the small wet spot already soaking through the fabric. Not once did you try to push him away when he pushes one of his fingers, and then two, between your folds. You mumble a weak “stop” but you’re pulling him toward your body, whining into his chest. 

But you don’t want him to stop, in fact, you say quite the opposite when he’s drilling his thick cock in your greedy cunt. “Don’t stop, Sei! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” When he has you in a haze, spread out on his bed and filled to the brim with cum, Matsukawa grabs you by the face to lean in for a kiss.

“Oh, honey, are you too dumb to speak?” he coos, kissing along your jawline and down your chest before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. 

“Last time, Sei,” is all you can muster, whining when he bites down at the sensitive bud.

Of course, it wasn’t the last time.

It wasn’t the last time when you came back to get your stuff, packing all of them in a few boxes and loading up your car. You told Matsukawa he didn’t have to help, but who were you kidding? There was no way he’d let you lug all of that on your own. Plus, you got to see him get sweaty in his tank top, arms flexing under the weight of the items he was carrying.

All you had left was some clothes in his closet, but when the two of you got into the bedroom it was a blur. Suddenly, he had you bouncing in his lap, eyes rolled into the back of your head with an earth-shattering orgasm. 

Once he pumped his cum into you, you told him that the two of you had to stop doing this. He shuts you up with a roll of his hips.

That certainly wasn’t the last time after you called him weeks later at three in the morning, drunk and missing him. He acted so cocky as if he wasn’t checking his Instagram every five minutes praying that you looked at his story. 

You were on him the second Matsukawa closed the door, not even making it to the bedroom for the first round as he fucked you right there on your living room floor. It happened again in your bed and once more in the shower when you woke up. Each time you’d remind him that the two of you were over.

Just a few days after that, the two of you spotted each other at a bar, your friends gave Matsukawa the stink eyes as they tried to lead you away from him as if the two of you could keep away from each other long enough.

As soon as you were alone, he pulled you into the bathroom and had you sitting pretty on his cock, ruining the makeup you must have worked so hard on. Who were you getting dressed so nicely like that if not for him? Wearing that sinful minidress he always loved to rip off. You were doing it on purpose.

“Tell them you went home early,” he growled in your ear, unlocking your phone so you could send a text. He feels you tighten around him while you tap away, gasping each time he snaps his hips.

This couldn’t be the last time.

Not when you’re crying about how much you love him with every stroke, tears flooding your eyes when he kisses you. Matsukawa knows this is toxic - for both of you.

There was no way you two could get back together, not when you bring out the worst in each other. Slowly, Matsukawa learns that too. He doesn’t like the person he becomes when he’s with you but he’d rather let continue than lose you.

What he doesn’t notice is that each time it gets worse. It started with picking up your things from his place and now he’s unable to view your story on social media and your friends refuse to tell him where you are. But none of that matters, you’re going to come crawling back. You need him just as much as he needs you.

So he’s not surprised when he gets a phone call from you asking him to pick up his stuff from your place. “It’s been months…” you said. He had been avoiding it but since you hadn’t brought it up before, Matsukawa thought it wasn’t that big of an issue.

The entire time he was there, grabbing his things and putting them in the trunk of his car - similar to what you had done a few months back - you had been cold to him. Offering to help only out of courtesy with no warmth in your voice. The lingering touches on his shoulder aren’t there anymore and neither is the soft smile you used to give him.

“Is that the last of it?” you asked, standing in the doorway as Matsukawa shuts the trunk closed. He nods and you awkwardly play with your thumbs.  “Do you wanna get a drink before you go?”

 Definitely not the last time.

Matsukawa sneaks behind you while you’re at the counter, hands at your waist and lips already on the sensitive skin. However, instead of leaning into his touch like you always do, Matsukawa feels you tense up and shrug him off.

That catches him off guard, you’ve never turned him down so outright before. You were just as insatiable as he was, always itching to get your hands on him when you could. But you’ve been so standoffish since he walked in the door.

You ignore him, going back to making his drink and placing it on the table for him, completely disregarding the stunned look on his face. “Thanks so much for getting everything,” you mumbled. “Sorry if it was too much.”

But Matsukawa doesn’t give a shit about how tired he is from lifting boxes. He never expected rejection to sting so much—he never expected to be rejected by you. “What’s your damage? You’ve been acting like an ice queen all day.” He says bluntly. Subtlety has never been his strong suit.

The sternness of his voice catches you off guard, Matsukawa’s never been one to snap at you before. “Nothing’s wrong, Sei! I just figured you wouldn’t want to be here all day…”

“Why? I like spending time with you, baby,” he reaches for you again, but just like before you don’t reciprocate. “That right there. What the fuck is up with you?”

“Sei, we haven’t been spending time together, we’ve been fucking.” you sigh, crossing your arms as if you’re lecturing a child. “I haven’t been keeping my word, but we really can’t keep doing this. It’s not healthy for either of us. You taking your stuff out of here makes it so we don’t have another excuse to keep seeing each other. We’re over.”

It doesn’t register in Matsukawa’s head at first but the seriousness on your face tells him there’s conviction behind your words. He starts thinking about his life without you and then something worse, someone else having you.

“You wanna fuck someone else?” he questions, taking notice of how your eyes slightly widen. “Are you fucking someone else?”

As you said, it had been months since your “breakup” and the only times Matsukawa saw you were on the other end of his cock, crying from ecstasy. If you had been seeing anyone other than him, there’s no way he would know. Surely none of your friends would tell him.

“Are you?” he presses.

“There’s no one!” but you’re a terrible liar and both of you know it and you crack under the pressure of Matsukawa’s dark eyes staring into your soul. “Shit—okay there’s one guy, but we’re just talking! Nothing’s happening.”

“Who is it?” 

He crowds you until you’re backed up against the counter, but you’re not cowering from him. Your hands gently touch his shoulders, trying to ease the tension. “Sei, that’s not any of your business.”

Wrong answer, he thinks, pressing his body against you. “Stop pushing me away,” he breathes lips touching the shell of your ear.

“We’re not right for each other, Issei,” you bite your lip, he can tell you’re so close to giving in. Give him the chance and he’ll fuck you right here in your kitchen. You’d look so pretty with his massive hand wrapped around your throat, making your brain all fuzzy. Matsukawa swears he falls more in love with you each time he stuffs you full of his cock.

He loves the precious doe eyes you give him when he makes you cum three times in a row and you can’t think. Who cares if you aren’t right for each other? Matsukawa wants you, he needs you.

But you’re ducking out of his grasp once more and he knows your mind has been made up. “I’m sorry, Sei.” 

Matsukawa scoffs, brushing past you as he heads for the door. “Think I can’t find someone else to fuck? Don’t flatter yourself, honey.” He slams the door shut behind him without taking a second glance at you. He could very well find someone else. Girls have been hitting up his DMs since word got out about the breakup. He entertained the idea of someone else before, but what was the point when you were always so willing?

Not anymore.

It’s a few weeks later when Matsukawa is on a voice call with Hanamaki that you come up in conversation. “Have you seen y/n’s new boyfriend?” His friend asks, chuckling as if it’s all one big joke. Matsukawa would be lying if hearing that you were with someone didn’t sting a little, but he figures it’s been enough time already.

You did say you were talking with a guy the last time he spoke to you. He had been avoiding you on campus whenever he could and completely ignored you if the two of you ended up at the same bar or party, though it wasn’t as if you were too keen on speaking to him either.

“Didn’t know she had one,” he says finally, trying to focus on the game he and Hanamaki were trying to play.

“I forgot you had her blocked. Here, I’ll send you a screenshot,” Makki says. “He looks like a total dweeb, bro.”

Matsukawa’s phone buzzes a few seconds later with Hanamaki’s name across the screen.

from: makki roll 🍣: Attachment: [+1 image]

It’s a screenshot of your most recent Instagram post—a mirror selfie where most of your face is obstructed by your phone, but he can tell that you’re smiling. Your “boyfriend” is behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and lips pressed to your cheek.

think i’m gonna keep this one 😚

Makki’s right, the guy looks like a total loser. He can only see part of his face because of the position the two of you are in, but you could do so much better. You’re a total knockout, a ten out of ten. Why on Earth would you downgrade? 

But Matsukawa looks at the cute smile on your face, it’s a sweet, genuine one. It reminds him of when you two first started dating. How hopeful you were to make the relationship work. He’s talked to other girls since that night at your place. He’s fucked a few of them too, but nothing meaningful.

“Guess her type is ugly guys,” Makki laughs and Matsukawa has to let out a snort even if the joke is at his expense too. “How much you wanna bet she’ll answer if you text her right now?”

“I deleted her number months ago,”

“As if you don’t have it memorized, you simp.” Matsukawa hates that he’s right. Without another word, he opens his messages app and types in your number.

to: y/n: hey it’s issei…just wanted to know if we could talk sometimes. i just need to get some closure for my sake. no worries if u don’t want to

He spends an obnoxious amount of time wondering if it’s too much but Hanamaki’s yelling at him to send it and he caves to peer pressure, chucking his phone on his bed the second it goes through. “She’s not gonna respond…” Matsukawa ignores it for the next couple of hours, continuing to chat with Makki as they play their game but eventually they both log off and he lays back in his bed.

Matsukawa reaches for his long-forgotten phone and almost drops it on his face when he sees your name.

from: y/n: i think that’s fair. let me know what works best for you?

You actually fucking answered, holy shit. Matsukawa did want some closure but he was expecting you to tell him to fuck off or not even respond. That means you haven’t blocked his number.

And then that voice in the back of his head that he thought he had gotten rid of creeps back. You have a new boyfriend now? What does that matter to him? Matsukawa doesn’t have any loyalty to that loser. He quickly taps a response, letting him know the two of you could chat at his place sometime this week. He knows you’ll say yes.

This definitely isn’t over.

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