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unconsciously leans into your touch :

kurro, sugawara, oikawa, atsumu, nishinoya,

teases you ( he actually loves it and acts like he didn’t totally melt into your touch ) :

kageyama, tuskishima, osamu, matsun, yaku, hinata, sakusa

‘Ignores it’ because he’s used to it ( or he thinks it’s normal because he’s never been in a relationship before and thinks all girlfriends do this to their s/o’s ) :

kita, asahi, daichi, yamaguchi, makki, kenma, suna, ushijima

Is bald ( bozo’s ) :

Tanaka, mad dog

I love issei so much???? :(((((

happy birthday, issei | matsukawa issei

pairing: matsukawa x gn!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

words: 0.8

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You watch Mattsuwaka from the balcony. He laughs freely beside his friends on the couch, a small blush on his cheeks as a result of the beer bottle he has in his hand. He looks good like this. God, Mattsun always looks good, but something about his smile makes a blush appear on your cheeks.

“When are you gonna tell him?”

You look to the side to find Iwaizumi walking up to you with two cups in hand.

“Tell him what?” You ask, accepting one of the drinks from him.

“About your feelings. You’ve liked him since first year, it’s about time you do something about it.”

“I’m not in the mood to be rejected, Iwa-chan.” Hajime rolls his eyes at the nickname.

“He wouldn’t and he won’t reject you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because he told us he would make out with you.”

“What?! How? When? Why did he say that? Are you messing with me? He didn’t say that, did he?”

“He did. We were playing marry, kiss, or kill.”

“Still, just because he would make out with me it doesn’t mean he would accept my confession. Maybe he is attracted to me but he might not feel the same.”

“Who might not feel the same?”

You freeze in your place as the low voice of Issei enters your ears.

“Oikawa.” Iwa says. “We were thinking about doing matching tattoos with y’all but we don’t know if he would agree.”

“Matching tattoos? I don’t see why he wouldn’t agree with it.”

“You know what, I’m just gonna ask him right now.” The brunette smiles and excuses himself, leaving you with your crush.

“I never thought of you as the type to get matching tattoos, didn’t you say you wouldn’t do any in fear of regretting or breaking ties?”

“Yeah, but I doubt anything would make me break ties with you idiots.” Besides you rejecting me.

Mattsun turns around and rests his forearms on the ledge, staring forward to the night sky of Miyagi while you watch how the colorful lights from the party globe dance on his tan skin.

“You’re staring.” He states after a while and you switch your gaze to the city too.

“Was not.”

“Yes, you were.”

“Nope.”

“It’s okay. I stare at you sometimes, too.”

You fidget with your fingers, hoping he won’t notice how red your cheeks became even though you’re pretty sure it’s just the alcohol in his system talking. He’s just turned eighteen hours ago, probably he’s a lightweight.

“It’s my birthday, so… can I ask you for a gift?”

“I already bought you a gift, Mattsun, I doubt my savings will allow me to give you another one.” He chuckles at your words.

“You won’t have to pay for anything, chill.”

He shifts a little closer to you, your forearms almost touching.

“Can you give me a kiss?”

You turn to him with wide eyes while his remain as nonchalant as ever.

“A-A kiss?”

“Yeah. You won’t deny a birthday boy’s wish, will you?”

“Why do you want a kiss?”

“I haven’t kissed anyone.”

You furrow your eyebrows in suspicion. Matsukawa Issei? Never kissed anyone? Bullshit.

“Yeah right.” You laugh.

“I’m serious.”

“Why me?”

“Who would be better to take my first kiss than my best friend?” Best friend, ouch. “Pretty please.”

You roll your eyes at his puppy ones and turn fully to him.

“Okay. Let’s get this over with.”

Issei smirks. He places his hands on your waist to pull closer to his body and you have to restrain yourself not let out a shaky breath. One of your hands cups his face right under his ear while the other sits on his bicep.

There’s no point in prolonging this, so you pull him down to meet your lips and kiss him. Issei closes the space between your bodies and deepens the kiss almost instantly. You gasp at the sudden move and he takes the chance to push his tongue between your lips. He completely dominates you and still has the audacity to smile against you.

When you’re out of breath you pull away, narrowing your eyes at him in a way that makes him laugh.

“First kiss my ass.”

“Well, it’s the first one that felt right.”

You turn your gaze to the side, flustered. Matsukawa leans down to your ear, still holding you close to him.

“Just so you know, I do feel the same.”

“You were listening?!” You slap his arm but his smirk doesn’t falter, in fact, it widens.

“I have another wish.” He sings.

“What is it now?”

Issei leans down again, stopping only millimeters away from your lips. You can feel his breath on your lips and hands sliding down to your hips.

“Be mine.”

You smile and crash your lips on his once more.

“Happy birthday, Issei.”

“It’s the best one so far.”

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Characters: Seijoh 4, Y/N, Oikawa’s Fangirls

Synopsis: After spending the entire night trying to make the perfect confession letter you get to the end of the day. In your anxious state you find unlikely help.

Warnings: Confessions

Words: 1353

February 14th. Today. The thought of what you’re going to do makes you cringe. You had spent the whole night trying to write a confession letter. After much editing and rewriting you finally settled on one. You placed it in a carefully picked out envelope and sealed it with your new wax.

You didn't know what to expect from the object of your affections. You feared the worst of course, I mean you’ve barely had three conversations with the man. Despite that though he listened intently each time. He made it at least seem like he cared. Today you were going to find out just how much.

Sluggishly making it through your first classes, letter weighing heavily in your bag. You resisted the temptation to reach down and fiddle with the edges. You didn’t want to give a damaged confession letter when you spent so much time trying to perfect it. This day was going to take so long. Your anxiety weighed on you through the day, your bag feeling heavier and heavier with each minute. Your friends of course noticed and asked if you were okay. You told them of your plan and giggles went around the table.

They weren’t making fun of you. They just thought it was adorable. They were trying to be supportive but you really just wanted the day to be done. Your eyes were growing tired of seeing similar versions of the same chocolates, bears, and flowers. The confession you planned dulled in comparison and you grew more worried it wasn’t enough or right to get your feelings across. One of your friends reassured you that the confession was perfect because it would be from you.

It made you smile how they tried to cheer you up. As the final bell of the day rang you quickly packed your stuff up. You made your way to the gym before stopping. This was supposed to be the easy part, just have to give it to him. Unfortunately you were already stopped. You turn to see a group of Oikawa’s fangirl.

“Are you here to confess?”

“Yeah! To who?” They didn’t seem mean which surprised you. You would’ve though that they would be very mean towards you possibly thinking that you were trying to confess to Oikawa.

“Matsukawa.” You admitted with a cough as you looked away, cheeks heating up. The girls let out an aww.

“Okay! Since we can see you’re nervous we can help. We’ve gone through this plenty of times. Come sit with us during practice so we can help.” The lead girl smiled and took your arm to lead you to the bleachers. Once you all settled into your seats you showed them your letter.

The lead girl, Haru, looked the letter over a calm smile on her face. “This is adorable. I think he’s going to really like it.”

Because they were so caught up helping you they didn’t notice Oikawa come in. Confused, he looked up to see them surrounding one girl. He was a little concerned but when he looked a bit closer he saw a letter in your hand and smiled on everyone’s faces. He smiled mischievously and made his way over to Iwaizumi. “Seems like someone’s getting

confession letter.”

Iwaizumi sighed not wanting to deal with his antics. “No one cares that you’re getting another confession letter Shittykawa.” Oikawa pointed to where his fangirls were sitting closely inspecting a letter.

“I’ve never seen them act like this. It’s most likely not for me.” Little did he know someone was already looking at you. Much to the dismay of Makki.

“Are you going to look at them all practice?” He knew about Matsukawa’s little crush. I mean it was pretty easy to tell: the smiles, the glances, his very red face when he did get to talk to you. Now Matsukawa wasn’t generally a jealous guy but seeing you with a confession letter did something.

The entire practice he thought about who on the team it might be for. He settled on Oikawa. I mean, you were sitting with his fangirls. He didn’t know why they were being so sweet to you though.

After the girls were finished giving you tips on how to confess you all watched the game. They went back to their usual and cheering for Oikawa. They gave you reassuring smiled and thumbs up often though. You started to feel less nervous about what was going to happen in 15 minutes.

You smiled as you watched them all play to their heart's content. It made you happy seeing them happy while they were playing. That seems silly but seeing people really enjoy what they’re doing is the best thing. 13 minutes.

The closer it got the more you looked at Mattsun. You saw him joke around with Makki, saw how he teased Oikawa. Which caused you to laugh as you heard the joke. You muffled it by placing a hand over your mouth though. 10 minutes.

Mattsun looked at you the closer it got to the end of practice too. He cracked more jokes than usual. Hoping you would find him funny. When he saw you laugh he hoped it was because of him and not something Oikawa had somehow done. Makki noticed and patted him on the back. “Simp.” Mattsun rolled his eyes and pushed him a little bit. 9 minutes.

As the minutes counted down the girls returned their attention towards you. “We can come with you if you want. Emotional support and all. Make sure you’re actually able to give it to him.” You smiled. They were being so nice. It was a pleasant surprise when you arrived earlier and they greeted you. You were very thankful for them. 7 minutes.

“I’m still a little nervous but having you guys will help. Thank you.” They nodded and smiled. One girl pulled tape out of her bag and helped close the letter. Another helped you decorate it to keep your mind off of confessing.

“It’s a very sweet confession letter. You’ve got this.” 3 minutes.

Once practice was finally over the boys headed to the locker room to take their showers and change. Mattsun felt more nervous as he was finishing. What if it really was for Oikawa. Makki noticed his nerves and gave him a little smile. “Don’t think too much about it.” He tried. He took a breath through his nose and out his mouth. It helped a little bit.

The girls walked with you to the entrance of the gym and kept you company until they saw him walk out. They turned you around and gave you a gentle push towards him. Your face heated up and you took in a sharp breath. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. You looked at them again to see they were all smiling and giving you a thumbs up. Haru mouthed ‘You got this!’

They disappeared around the corner. You made your way up to Matsukawa. “Hi Matsukawa…can I speak to you for a minute alone?” His face heated up and he felt dazed. Were you trying to confess to him? Surely not? He agreed and you gently held onto his sleeve and pulled him off to an empty corner.

You tried to smile and gave him your letter. “This is for you.” You looked away and scratched your head. Mattsun stared gaping at the letter. It was really for him. He smiled and opened it appreciating the drawing over the surface.

You couldn’t look at him while he read it and were worried. Because you weren’t looking at him though you didn’t see how much he was smiling and the blush covering his face. When he finished he tapped you on the shoulder. “Y/N. Can you look at me?”

You hesitated but eventually met his eyes. He was smiling at you like you hung the stars into the sky. “Can I kiss you?” You were taken aback but nodded with a similar smile on your own face. He leaned in and cupped your face. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

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feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō, miya atsumu, miya osamu, matsukawa issei

note. let me be ur housewife. also don't say anything abt how long osamu's is.... i like him.

IWAIZUMI lets you join him in the shower on nights when he comes home late, when his breath smells a bit like scotch and his smile is lopsided in a way that you both know means midnight. he's all hushed drunken laughter, soap cascading down rippling shoulders as he leans down to press a sweet kiss to your collarbone. he'll whisper that you don't have to do this, the soft mumbling of go to bed crossing his tongue. and yet, you never do. instead, you lean up, shampoo in your hands, and let him hum as your fingers tangle in his hair.

KUROO lets you tie his tie. it's in the mornings, kisses drawn from the rising sun and touches soft enough to meld with the linens that once draped your bodies. he'll stand in front of you, suit, grin, and all, even when you're still dressed in the hanging fabric of your nightgown and your hair is still a tangled mess around your shoulders and face. but, no matter, because you'll reach up, delicate fingers around strong silk, and tie it just for him. and when you do, he'll cup your jaw in his hand just so he can kiss you one more time.

SUNA would never dare ask, but when you find him laying on the couch, face resting down on his arms and shirt riding up just enough so you can see his back, you can't help but let you nails follow the length of his spine. he shifts as though to lean into your touch, closing his eyes and breathing in a breath that almost feels like divinity. and if you stop, should you dare, he guides your hand back to him, ignoring the laughter that bubbles up past your lips and closing his eyes in sweet solace.

ATSUMU lets you dye his hair. or bleach it, rather, and then tone it when he finally lets you convince him. oh and how he's awful, moving and laughing and dodging out of the way of the cold dye even when it's dripping off of your gloved hands. he'll meet your gaze in the mirror, lopsided smirk carved into his cheeks, before putting his hands up in surrender. then, and only then, will he sit still, letting your hands comb through his hair with that stupid grin still on his face.

OSAMU finds you writing down notes for him. if he's cooking, he might change a recipe, speaking aloud as he adds a different spice or substitutes an ingredient, and each time, you'll write it down, scrawling handwriting with a little comment of whether he liked the change or not. other times, he'll come home to notes around the house—little reminders of why you're gone or what you need him to do before you get home. but his most favorite ones, and the ones he keeps locked away in drawers or hidden beneath clothes and old jewelry boxes, are the benign ones. little i loves you's scratched on napkins, drawings left on old gum wrappers from high school, sticky notes covered in old games you used to play to pass the time. he holds them like they're something to keep, an extension of you in the best way possible.

MATSUKAWA comes home to his laundry folded, or half-folded, at least, the rest of it still in the hamper or your hands. he'll roll his eyes, hands already at your waist and fingers dashing along your hips until laughter floats from your chest and into the air. when he tries to help you, you'll swat at his hand, your narrowed eyes drawing out a grin onto his face. so instead, he'll sit, tell you about his day and ramble about the things he misses (your voice, mostly, or your hair, or the scrunch of your nose), and each one will be met with the teasing lilt of tone that he's come to only associate with you.

Chapter three: Lock your doors

Word count: 3.8k

Category: hard angst, smut

Chapter warnings: drugs, mentions of medicine, light smut, guns 

Summary: There are three hot guys who want to be with you, however, there are a few problems along the way. One of them is a plug, another one wants to keep you all to himself and the third one - a med student who deals drugs on the side. Your main problem, though? You have a terminal illness that has a very low life expectancy. Spiraling down a dangerous path seems like a fun way to spend your last years.

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Maybe your mind-set of "you only live once" finally did you some favours, because now you have a date set with one of the hottest guys ever.

Friday comes fast and after swallowing down a bunch of medicine you’re sitting in an expensive car of none other than Kuroo Tetsuro.

The dark of the night swallows the blurry autumn sun and speckles the sky with stars. Your nerves are fried, fingers twitching and leg bouncing up and down, up and down.

"You’re nervous," Kuroo hums, but it’s not a question, merely an observation, "Your leg keeps bouncing up and down." The steering wheel is left in one of his huge hands, while the other one finds its way to your knee, gently squeezing, "Do I make you nervous?"

His hand is pleasantly warm. It reminds you of the most delightful things – early summer mornings, apple pie with ice cream and bear hugs.

And how could you not be nervous? Kuroo Tetsuro - the guy you had this dumb crush on for literal months - all 6’4 of his is sitting next to you, with that charming smile on his handsome face, navigating through the streets of busy, light-polluted Tokyo as if it’s as easy as breathing.

"I’m sitting in a car with a guy who’s basically a stranger and is refusing to tell me where we’re going. But yes, your handsome face is the problem."

The salon of his expensive car is filled with tension and the scent of sandalwood.

Kuroo lets out a laugh, "You’re trying to be snarky and shit but you still called me handsome, so thank you."

Your face burns as you scramble to make a witty come-back. Kuroo makes you way more nervous than you would like to be. It’s as if every time you see him your mind goes blurry.

"Well, you are," you finally settle on a response, "But aren’t there enough girls who tell you that?"

Kuroo gives you a look, turning back to the busy road to drive around slower drivers.

"Is that your way of asking me about girls?"

Your eyes fall to your shoes, as if they’re the most engrossing thing ever and your hands begin to mindlessly toy with your skirt.

"You sure you didn’t wanna study psychology or something?" you groan, still feeling a bit embarrassed that your intentions, expressed in a form of what you thought was the most flawless way of acquiring the answers you needed, being uncovered that easy.

He reminds you of a certain charming brunette from your past - the reason for most of your happy memories. They’re both too good at reading people.

Kuroo’s laughter is surprisingly higher in pitch than his voice, but it’s not unpleasant to listen to. You might even call it cute in a way.

"Babe, you’re just too easy to read, no need for me to study psychology," he finally says, slipping in the nickname without any further thought, a sly smirk playing at his lips when he notices the way you react to his words. His hand is still resting on your knee and he playfully squeezes it, making you almost jump up in your seat.

"You do know that I want to be here as much as you do, right? It’s not like you’re the only one nervous."

The sincerity of his words is hidden by a wide smile, but it’s reassuring. It’s hard to believe that a guy like Kuroo would go out with you and for you to refuse the urge to pinch your arm for the n-th time tonight.

"I know that, but somehow my brain," you wildly gesture to your head, raising your eyebrows, "Doesn’t connect the… dots, right?"

"What dots?" he swiftly turns into an intersection and turns right, slightly speeding up when the green light begins to blink.

"You wanting to go out with me..." you mutter, slightly awkwardly. For some reason, when you’re talking to him you’re like an open book. He has this aura around him that just makes you want to look into his golden-brown eyes and trust him.

Kuroo frowns, the corners of his lips going slightly downwards, "Why would you even say that? Who wouldn’t want to go out with you?"

Your thoughts are filled to capacity with Issei Matsukawa. That’s who wouldn’t want to go out with you. He’s like your own personal moon – only showing up when you need him the most, fucking you until you forget everything, but never letting anyone know who you two are; only a slight smirk when his friends ask if you two had fucked and a casual nod when they ask if you’re good in bed. That’s what you’ve been reduced to.

"Hey, doll, I think you’re dozing off on me, hm?"

You come back to reality; to the city lights that are now few and far in between, to how Kuroo’s hand spreads warmth through your body and to the smell of sandalwood.

"Yeah, just got lost in thought, sorry,"

"No worries," he nods, expression radiating relief and the usual self-assured smirk returning once again coming back to the black-haired man’s face, "Y/N, do you want to play 10 questions?"

You’re watching the lights of the bustling city fade away, melting away your tension. You feel safe with Kuroo, however dumb and naive it may sound. The fact that he didn’t push you to answer his question just a moment before only proves you right.

"Isn’t that for teenagers?" you lift up your eyes, finding Kuroo already looking at you and instantly ending the eye-contact, suddenly finding your shoes outstandingly interesting.

"It is… But I need an excuse to ask all the questions I want without seeming intrusive," 

"Okay, Mr. Thoughtful, ask away then," Kuroo chuckles at your attempts to tease him, but he knows. He knows that he’s got you wrapped around his finger. Not like he’s gonna use that. Not for now, at least.

"Okay. How many boyfriends have you had?" It seems like he had the question ready a while ago and you’re puzzled. He says most things so casually that you can only be envious of his confidence.

You’re lost in thought for a while. Well, Issei checked all the boxes a boyfriend should’ve; yet he didn’t want to be anything more, so that left you with-

"Just one, back in high school."

"What high school did you go to?" Kuroo shoots the question instantly, one finger bouncing up and down alongside the radio music, sending tingles through your body.

"Isn’t it my turn to ask?"

"Ah. Yes, I suppose." He gives you a half-assed apologetic smirk and suddenly turns right, his car tires squeaking in protest.

"How many girlfriends have you had?" you ask the same question, just reversed, but Kuroo doesn’t question it. He doesn’t even have to think before answering.

"Not gonna ask how many boyfriends I’ve had? Okay, ah, about five girlfriends."

"About-" you’re ready to find out more, curiosity getting the best of you but Kuroo squeezes your knee, like a subtle warning.

"Ah ah, my turn."

"What high school did you go to?" he asks, once again surprising you in how quick he is at making them.

"Aoba Johsai."

"Was this boy Iwaizumi Hajime?" he raises an eyebrow and seems quite satisfied with himself – like he’s got it all figured out.

"What? No! And it’s not even your turn to ask!" you couldn’t ever imagine yourself with Iwa. He was a good friend and a very handsome man, but way too serious for your taste.

"This game is stupid," Kuroo pauses for a moment. You know he’s got his next question already figured out, but he doesn’t ask straight away, "why not Iwaizumi?"

"Not my type, per say."

"Seems like your type. We have a similar face, no?"

You think for a moment. Not even a bit. Iwa’s eyes were slanted whereas Kuroo’s were lazily hooded, Iwa always carried a scowl on his face, while the man sitting beside you, favoured a confident smirk. The only similar thing about them was their height, and even then – Kuroo was more lean and with a straighter posture, "You do not," you finally come to the conclusion and Kuroo’s smiling. God, how he loves watching the wheels in your head turn, thoughts spinning and mouth opening and closing as you’re unable to make a believable argument.

"Strong eyebrows and jawline, a scowl. Don’t wanna rethink your answer?" Once again, he’s fast, pointing at his features with slender fingers, instead of looking at the empty road.

The scenery has changed and now you’re driving through empty fields, huge houses with giant fences popping up here and there.

"No, Iwa looks just like Mattsun but in italics," Kuroo searches his mind till he finds the face of Matsukawa Issei, who you so sweetly called "Mattsun" and then laughs. Holy shit, you’re right. Although, that’s got him thinking more. You two must be pretty close, if you’re calling the man by a nickname. Perhaps a former classmate? He was gonna have to look into it more, but for now, he’s got more important answers to provoke out of you, "Ok, right. Right. But who was it then?"

"Tooru."

"Oikawa Tooru?!" Kuroo almost slams on the brakes, shock apparent on his face. The resident pretty boy captain is a well-known person to him – always a beautiful fangirl hanging off his arm and a saccharine smile adorning his lips. He doesn’t seem like your type at all. Too sophisticated and fake. 

"You seem surprised."

“I am.” Kuroo nods, collecting his composure, putting his usual smirk back on, “Are pretty boys your type?”

“Didn’t you tell me my type was Iwaizumi and you, a moment ago?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo hums, nonchalantly, “That was before I knew Oikawa fucking Tooru was your ex,” he shakes his head, as if it’s hard to connect dots in his head, “Was he good in bed?”

You almost choke on your saliva and his hand pats your knee calmly. Oh, how he enjoys making you embarrassed.

“Interested in sleeping with Tooru?” you retort, but it’s way too late to have any real bite. 

Kuroo doesn’t acknowledge it, only noting that you still call Oikawa by his first name.

“Nah… Nah, just wanna know what I’m competing with.” 

Your head spins from the idea of what he’s implying, mind travelling to what his touches and kisses would feel like on your heated skin. 

But before you spiral out, Kuroo moves his hand from your knee and does a sharp turn, suddenly stopping and turning off the car, stretching in his car seat. You instantly miss the comforting warmth of his hand.

“We’re here.” 

Your eyes widen, trying to get used to the dark. Little by little, details come into your vision – you’re parked near a huge field of lavenders, surrounded by giant oak trees. It looks like a scene straight from a Studio Ghibli movie. 

“Are you going to murder me and hide my body in a lavender field?” 

Kuroo steps out of his car, instantly coming to open yours, it’s like an instinct for him, “Yeah. Gonna give you to a cult. ‘Children of the Corn’ and shit.” 

You chuckle as you step out of the car, following him without any question. Kuroo feels safe – like getting to sleep in your bed after a party, a ring that fits perfectly around your finger and holding hands when it’s cold. 

He leads you through a path in the field, the smell of lavender filling your senses. Kuroo reaches out for you and you grab his hand without thinking, which brings a smile to his face.

“When I was younger, uh, in my first year of high school, my dad died and it was just me and my grandparents left. They couldn’t afford a house in the city, dad left a lot of debt, so we moved away to the outskirts of Tokyo. When I felt like it was just me against the world… I used to come here.” 

The story Kuroo tells flows freely into the night air as he leads you through the small paths, to the biggest oak tree in the field. You don’t say you’re sorry for his loss. Traumas like that never heal and adding a band-aid to a gaping wound only adds insult to the injury. 

“So this is your safe place. I get it.” you give his hand a gentle squeeze and look up at him. The confident smirk is exchanged for a more gentler, genuine one, “I appreciate you taking me here.” 

Kuroo stops, if only for a moment, gazing down at you, “I know it’s corny and shit, since it’s our first date, but ah, I’ve treated girls shitty in the past. Don’t want to treat you like that, I want this to work. Even if it’s only a few dates.” 

“O-oh.” 

Kuroo laughs and spins you by your shoulders. You’re staring at a wooden ladder, attached to a blue treehouse. The paint is chipping away.

“I love the fact that I make you so nervous,” the words are spoken right into your ear, as he gives it a little peck and then gently pushes you towards the ladder.

“Are you letting me go first cause you want to stare at my butt?” you turn to him with judgemental eyes before you take the first step. 

“That, and the serial killers up there. Wouldn’t want them to kill me first!” 

You roll your eyes as you start climbing up and up, until you reach the opening to the treehouse, crawling in. 

It’s not like you imagined at all – the walls are painted, there’s a rug and a big mattress with pillows and thick blankets,

“Don’t tell me you used to sleep here, too.” 

“No, it was an old mattress my grandparents wanted to throw out. Figured it would make the place more cozy,” Kuroo pauses for a second and then sits down, encouraging you to do so too. He instantly pulls you close, “Easier than having to wait until my grandparents went somewhere, too.” 

You stare up at Kuroo, shaking your head, “You said you didn’t sleep here!” Kuroo chuckles and kisses your forehead, sending warmth all over your body. 

“Yeah, that’s right. I never slept here, just used to fuck girls here.” 

He’s so crude and straight-forward, but you can’t help but laugh.

“So we’re probably sitting on old cum stains?”

“Nah, probably not,” Kuroo grabs your waist and lays you down. He’s on top now and you turn your head to the side. 

“Look at me, y/n,” Kuroo gently grabs your chin and turns your face to look at him, you could explore his amber eyes for hours upon hours, trying to find out all the secrets within, “Can I kiss you?” 

You nod, giving him the permission, which he immediately uses. His lips are surprisingly soft against yours and his kiss bleeds desperation. One of his hands is still on your face, while the other finds its place in your hair. 

You try to lift yourself up, to get even closer to him, but he pushes you down by your hip, forbidding you from doing so. 

“Don’t move, baby,” he stops you with another kiss, this time biting your upper lip and dragging until it snaps back. He laughs and then kisses you again, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

You pull back and kiss him all over the face – he has little tiny freckles all over his nose. It has the most adorable little bump, encouraging you to kiss his nose once more. 

“You just gonna kiss me all over my face?” Kuroo raises one of his eyebrows and you reward him with another one. Then you reach for his jawline, then neck, making his breath hitch. 

“I want to undress you,” Kuroo says and you nip at his neck, giggling. 

“Then do so, don’t fucking ask me for permission,” you mumble into his skin and inhale more of the enticing sandalwood scent. Your mind is spinning. You’re about to fuck a man you’ve crushed on for months. Will it be different from having sex with Issei and all those random hookups? Is it too soon? Will you seem too easy?-

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Kuroo chuckles and then he’s undressing you – your skirt and shirt are flying off, shoes too and you’re left before him only in your bra in your panties, “Aw, you put on a matching set for me. How sweet of you. You’re so sweet… I almost feel bad for what I’m going to do with you.” 

Your breath hitches. Issei was never gentle, he took and took and took. You had a feeling Kuroo would be different. He admires the set for a short moment, before tearing it off. You yelp, but Kuroo instantly silences it with a hungry kiss. He takes but it’s so different. 

“You’ve got nice tits,” he smiles and then he’s kissing all over them, making your words stuck in your throat when he bites. Hard, “Am I being a red flag if I want to give you hickeys and bite marks,” he kisses lower and lower, “all over your body?” 

“Might-“ your voice gets a pitch higher when Kuroo finally reaches your pussy, giving it a gentle kiss and separating the folds. There’s an unreadable emotion swimming in his eyes, “Might not have enough turtlenecks to hide them all.” 

“Oh, baby,” Kuroo laughs and gives an experimental lick to your clit, making your back arch, “I plan on letting everyone see.” 

And then he’s eating you out like it’s his last meal. One of his hands finds your hip again, squeezing hard and preventing you from lifting yourself up, “You just can’t stay still, yeah?” His words cause vibrations, making you let out a loud whine. 

“You sound pretty. Real pretty,” with that, you finally let out a loud, angelic moan. And that’s enough to get Kuroo going. Oh, how he craves to hear more and more and more.

Two of his slender fingers slide inside you and you keen at the stretch. It’s been a while since you’ve last had sex so every calculated touch of nimble fingers feels euphoric against your skin, pleasure coursing through the slight pain. 

“More,” you ask. No, you beg. You look at Kuroo like he’s your god, ever so loving and forgiving to grant you one wish. One wish for not being sinful. One wish because he gets to be the one to make you sin. 

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby,” Kuroo grunts and then, suddenly, adds another finger. You yelp, trying to grab at his wrist, but his hand stops yours, “Be a good girl. Don’tcha wanna be a good girl for me, mm?” 

“Want to! Wanna be a good girl for you, daddy!” 

Kuroo tilts his head back, groaning, “You don’t know what you’re starting, fuck-. You just squeezed my fingers so fucking hard,” a smirk plays on his stupidly handsome face, “Want me to get rough? Baby wants me to get rough with her soft, perfect body?” 

You nod, and with that, Kuroo gets all the confirmation he’s ever needed from you. His fingers find the spot inside you, the one many guys would’ve struggled to find and with a few curls of his long fingers, you’re coming undone, juices spreading all over Kuroo’s fingers. 

He’s smiling in blissful delight, sticking the fingers into your mouth as you eagerly lick them clean, tasting yourself. Kuroo pats your heated cheek in approval and then quickly removes his sweater and shirt, revealing a silver chain that has a small black cat charm hanging on it. You chuckle and Kuroo tilts his head, until he catches where your stare landed. 

“Don’t make fun of me, princess, yeah? You’re about to learn what happens to good, perfect girls like you,” he smiles and it makes you burn. You want him to touch you, kiss you, ruin you until the only things you remember in this world are his name and face. 

However, as soon as his soft, warm lips land on your neck, there’s a noise outside. A car engine coming closer and closer with each passing moment. 

Kuroo stands up instantly, pulling you up as you stumble to get onto your unsteady feet. The floor of the treehouse is cold, and so are you. 

“Get your shoes on, quickly”, his voice is laced with concern and hints of confusion so you don’t hesitate - doing as you’re told as quickly as possible. He dresses you in his sweater - the material soft and comfortable against your skin, pulls his own shirt on and gathers other clothing left. You see it in his eyes - no time to put on your clothes, you have to go.

He climbs off the ladder and almost pulls you off of it, when he deems your speed unsatisfying. 

“No one is supposed to know this place, except a few people, fuck!” Kuroo pulls you with him and you only ease his worries by not stumbling, which requires huge effort, actually, “I am almost sure of who that is though, what bad timing… Fuck, I really just wanted to take you on a date where no one could find us,” he’s seething, grabbing your hand in a grip that tightens with each passing moment. 

You don’t dare question Kuroo. Everything - from his words to his seething need to get you somewhere safe - screams danger. 

When you’re about a few meters from his car, Kuroo pulls you closer and takes a long inhale.

“Please, sit in the car, don’t make a noise and don’t open the door for anyone besides me,” the words take a few short moments to register in your scared mind, which makes Kuroo grab you tighter, “Say you understand, y/n.” 

“I-I understand,” the words leave your mouth as another car pulls into the side of the beautiful fields, that gave you such calmness and serenity just a while ago. No more of that today. The calmness and coldness of Kuroo’s voice make shivers run down your spine. 

There’s a flash of recognition in Kuroo’s eyes as he observes the car that’s pulled over. His brows furrow and he ushers you quickly towards his own car, hand tightly wrapped around yours. 

“I’ll be back as quickly as possible, okay?” with that, you’re sitting in the passenger seat, your knees pulled to your chest, mind spinning. You watch his tall silhouette disappear into the darkness and then close your eyes. You would appreciate some pain medicine right now. If only you had some on you. Hopefully, Kuroo is back soon and you’ll get away with an excuse of a headache. 

You’re still only in your shoes and Kuroo’s sweater when someone taps on the car window. Your skin raises in goosebumps, heart about to jump out of your chest. Slowly, you look up and are met with a barrel of a gun and an icy stare looking straight into your soul. Only one thought runs through your head – Kuroo hasn’t locked his car.

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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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