cw: fem!reader, dubious consent (mattsun is drunk), infidelity, minors dni
you shouldn’t have let him inside. if you’re being honest, you shouldn’t have even answered the door. but matsukawa looked so helpless standing in the hallway outside your apartment, begging for a place to crash after he left whatever party he was at.
he couldn’t call a cab after his phone died, and he was too wasted to walk back to his place, but he remembered you lived in the area. “i just need a place to sleep,” he said, eyes glazed over.
you told him he needed to be out by the morning. for one, you had plans with your boyfriend and didn’t want to run the risk of the two of them bumping into each other. but mainly, being around matsukawa was dangerous for you. the tension in the air was always so thick, and it always ended the same way. you weren’t sure how much longer you could take the guilt — he had to be gone as soon as he sobered up.
a smarter person would’ve just called him a cab and sent him on his merry way. you were never that bright.
“i’m not sorry, y’know,” he grunts, alcohol still heavy on his breath. “actually, i hope he comes here and sees me in the morning. i want him to know what you've been up to.”
the two of you didn’t even make it to the bedroom. matsukawa had you bent over the arm of your couch, panties not even fully off. his fingers curled their way into your hair, pulling you up so he could breathe in your ear. “he’d probably just let me keep fucking you,” he laughs.
“he’s obviously not doing it right, or you wouldn’t be at the end of my cock right now, would ya?”
a part of you wishes he wouldn’t talk like that. a bigger part of you wishes it didn’t send a rush of pleasure between your legs. “sei, stop it,” you whine, but it’s fruitless.
he was never this vocal in bed when you two were together, but ever since this arrangement began, you couldn’t get him to shut up. “you think he’d like that? taking you on little dates and dropping you off at my place so i can fuck this pretty pussy.”
matsukawa snaps his hips to fuck you harder, and he just doesn’t stop. “do you think he’d want to watch? we could just wait until the mornin’,” he slurs. “gonna make him sit in the corner and watch me fuck you brainless, would you like that, baby?”
and it’s so fucked up. you’re a terrible girlfriend. scratch that, you’re an awful human being. scum of the earth, but you cum around matsukawa’s cock anyway. “sei! sei! sei, it feels so good!”
“i know, baby, i know,” he coos, kissing the side of your face. “that’s why you keep coming back, right? because you know i’ll take care of you.”
matsukawa fucks you through your orgasm, slowing his pace while you shake and cream around him. when it finally passes, matsukawa pulls out, but you only get a few moments to catch your breath until matsukawa picks you up and moves you to the couch on your back. “issei, wait,” you gasp. “m’still sensitive…”
but he’s on top of you anyway, massive form completely enveloping you. “shhh, baby, i still need to cum,” he said, rubbing his cock between the folds of your cunt. he doesn’t give you a second to think about it when he slips himself back in, immediately filling you to the brim.
your legs squeeze from the sensation, your body instinctively trying to force him out, but he’s just so much stronger than you. matsukawa pulls out until just the tip is still inside, before slamming back into you. “sei, fuck! it’s so much, you’re too much, please!”
matsukawa ignores your cries while he chases his own high, and sure enough you’re about to cum once more. “oh, what’s that? you gonna cum again? i thought it was too much for you,” he says in a mocking tone, the palms of his hands pinning your chest. in your haze you’re able to get a good look at him, his jaw tight as he grunts above you, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.
with what little strength you can muster, you pull mastukawa in by the nape of his neck, crashing your lips together in a sloppy embrace. it’s not romantic, mostly the both of you panting into each other’s mouths.
the guilt that had been gnawing away at you before is still present, sitting in the pit of your stomach. it grows a little more with each tryst, and you wonder when you’ll eventually get caught. will your boyfriend notice the smell of matsukawa’s cologne on you? does he see the marks left on your skin?
as your feel your second orgasm growing, you’re able to push aside those thoughts and focus on your satisfaction instead. matsukawa notices it too, reaching forward to kiss you again, drowning out your cries as you reach your pinnacle once more. matsukawa is close behind you, pounding you into the couch with such fervor that you’re afraid you might burst.
“still love you,” he growls against your lips, his massive hands gripping your hips. “i’m obsessed with you, i love you so much, fuck.” matsukawa comes to a halt when he finally cums, gasping for air as his seed fills your cunt.
he’s been doing that lately, admitting that he still loves you. it’s nothing that you didn’t know already, it’s just another layer added to your ever-present shame.
“i’m sorry,” your words slur together as he sits you on the bed. akaashi can smell the liquor on your breath. “you’re always taking care of me.”
it’s true — very rarely are the roles ever reversed between you two. it’s always akaashi who gets worried when you’re out of his sight, who pampers you, who’s physically incapable of getting a night’s rest if you’re not beside him. but he’s never complained. it makes him feel wanted, needed.
akaashi kisses your tears away, cradling your face in his hands. you get so sensitive, constantly worried that he’ll get tired of you. as if that’ll ever happen. “love, don’t apologize. i love taking care of you,” he whispers in your hair. “and i plan on doing it for a long time.” akaashi lifts your left hand, showing off the diamond ring on your fourth finger. a reminder to you that he made a promise to you forever.
“let me make it up to you?” akaashi can tell you’re still a little upset so he nods. he doesn’t expect you to drop to your knees in front of him, a huge smile on your beautiful face.
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cw: fem!reader, mentions of alcohol, oral (m receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex, crying, slight dumbification, pet names, minors dni
“She’s fine, just blasted,” Kuroo says over the phone. Akaashi can hear you and Bokuto laughing in the background. “Your fiancée is such a lightweight, bro.”
Akaashi sighs. Bokuto, Kuroo, and Kenma invited you two for drinks after work but, exhausted from his projects, Akaashi declined. You offered to skip out on the bar too and spend the night at home but he could tell you wanted to go out with your friends. “Have fun,” he said.
Now he’s wishing he went too. Akaashi trusts you. And he trusts his friends to watch over you when he’s not around but he still gets anxious when it’s late and you’re still not home, especially when you’ve been drinking. You didn’t know your limits sometimes, getting into drinking games with Bokuto who had a much higher tolerance. Kuroo had to keep Akaashi updated on how you were doing since you stopped answering your phone.
“I should go get her,” Akaashi decides, looking around the room for his car keys.
“My last drink was hours ago, I can take her home,” Kuroo says. He mutters to someone, Kenma most likely, to wrangle you and Bokuto.
Akaashi appreciates the thought but knows he won’t be at ease until he sees you. “It’s fine. You’re gonna have a lot on your plate with Bokuto.” Kuroo laughs before he’s cut off by something. Akaashi can hear a soft voice, it’s you.
“The missus wants to talk to you.”
There are a few seconds of shuffling as the phone is being passed but Akaashi finally hears the voice he’s been missing all night. “Babyyyyyy,” He can picture you perfectly, doe-eyed and rosy cheeks from the alcohol. Probably leaning against a sober Kenma who wishes he was home right now too. “Why aren’t you in bed?”
“Because I don’t like sleeping without you, button.” Akaashi’s smile is instant, he’s missed you so much this week and all he wants is to be in bed with you. “I’m coming to get you, okay?”
“You were so tired today,” you whined. Even when you’re piss drunk, you’re still worried about his well-being. He’s so whipped for you sometimes. “Kuroo can take me home.”
He knew there was no point in arguing with you right now, but Akaashi grabbed his jacket and headed out the door anyway. You two exchange quick “I love you”s before the phone is passed back to Kuroo. “Keep her busy, I’ll be there in a few,”
“You’re gonna have a very annoyed drunk girl on your hands, dude,” Kuroo warns but Akaashi’s no stranger to dealing with you like this, thinking back to all the college parties where you and Bokuto would take countless tequila shots. You were never a sloppy drunk, just overly affectionate, giggling at anything and everything, but you don’t drink as often anymore. It’s only days like this, celebrating the end of a long work week with your closest friends.
It took less than twenty minutes for Akaashi to drive to the bar. He spots you right away, you and Bokuto are laughing at some joke he wasn’t around to hear. But the second your eyes glance over at him, a pout is forming on your face. Still, you race over to him. Smothering him in kisses the second you get close.
“Keijiiii,” He knows you’re upset, you didn’t want him coming all this way to get you. Akaashi runs his fingers through your hair, happy to have you in his arms again. He grabs your jacket and purse from Kuroo, with one hand because you refused to let go of his other one, and says goodbye to his friends before helping you into the passenger seat.
During the drive home, Akaashi notices how quiet you are. Usually, you can’t stop talking when you’ve had a few drinks. He squeezes your thigh, feeling your hand on top of his. You’re probably just tired, it’s been a long night.
He pulls up to the house and helps you inside, pulling off your shoes and walking you to your shared bedroom. Akaashi attempts to help you out of your work clothes but you stop him. Your lip is quivering and your eyes are starting to water. “What’s wrong, button?”
“I’m sorry,” your words slur together as he sits you on the bed. Akaashi can smell the liquor on your breath. “You’re always taking care of me.”
It’s true — very rarely are the roles ever reversed between you two. It’s always Akaashi who gets worried when you’re out of his sight, who pampers you, who’s physically incapable of getting a night’s rest if you’re not beside him. But he’s never complained. It makes him feel wanted, needed.
Akaashi kisses your tears away, cradling your face in his hands. You get so sensitive, constantly worried that he’ll get tired of you. As if that’ll ever happen. “Love, don’t apologize. I love taking care of you,” he whispers in your hair. “And I plan on doing it for a long time.” Akaashi lifts your left hand, showing off the diamond ring on your fourth finger. A reminder that he made a promise to you forever.
“Let me make it up to you?” Akaashi can tell you’re still a little upset so he nods. He doesn’t expect you to drop to your knees in front of him, a huge smile on your beautiful face.
“Oh, button, you don’t have to do that,” he says but you’re unbuttoning your blouse, revealing the lacy white bra underneath. It’s Akaashi’s favorite. His body is betraying him before he even realizes it.
Despite your drunken haze, you can tell how receptive he is to your touch. Feeling his cock twitch as you palm him through his sweatpants. “I wanna take care of you, Keiji.”
And this is another thing Akaashi remembers. How desperate and whiny you get for him after you’ve had a few. When reminiscing about college earlier, his brain left out how you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. You’d whisper in his ear, begging him to fuck you in whatever empty room he could find. Flicking your innocent eyes at him and asking in your sweetest voice if he could fuck your mouth.
Akaashi knows he should push you away. He should be putting you to bed, making sure you’ve drunk enough water beforehand so you’re not hungover in the morning. But when he sees you kneeling in front of him all rationale goes out the window. All he can think at this point is how fast he can shove his cock in you.
“God, you’re so pretty,” Akaashi runs a hand through your hair, feeling your fingers trace along his abdomen, finally tugging down on his sweats.
There were so many things you loved about Akaashi but at the most shallow, primal level, you loved his cock more than anything. It’s so pretty, just like the rest of him, long and thick and he uses it so well, fucking you until he’s all you can think about. But what you loved most was sucking him off, feeling the weight of him in your mouth, having him come undone all because of you.
Akaashi doesn’t let you explore this side often, he gets off on your pleasure so when it’s the other way around it always leaves him feeling guilty. You’re his pretty little button, you shouldn’t have to worry about making him cum. He grunts when you take him into your mouth, he didn’t like admitting that you were good at this. It felt too degrading to praise you for something so filthy. But the way your lips wrap around his cock feels heavenly.
You start moving, slurping and licking along his length. It’s messy, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. Akaashi’s mind goes hazy when you take him in deeper, nearly gagging when you reach the base. When you pull away, he releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding, chest heaving at the sight of your red, swollen lips.
“Love your cock so much, Keiji,” you slur, twirling his precum on your tongue. You return to your movements, stroking him as your head bobs along his length.
Akaashi grips the sheets, gasping at the warmth of your mouth, desperately trying not cum. “Button—” he groans, knuckles turning white. Without stopping your rhythm, you reach for Akaashi’s hand and guide it to your hair. Silently begging him to set the pace.
Hair pulling wasn’t his favorite thing, he didn’t like hurting you but you were always begging for it. Tugging on your soft strands and cupping your cheek with his free hand, Akaashi thrust into your mouth. Tentatively at first, afraid of going too far, but you're gripping his thighs asking for more. It’s not long before Akaashi’s fucking your mouth, praises spilling from his lips.
“Treating me so well, princess. Your mouth is so fucking good,” he grunts, hearing you gag as his cock forces its way down your throat. His moans get higher, more breathy as he grows closer to his release. “Shit, I’m gonna cum, baby. Can I cum on your face? So good–fuck! S’good for me.”
This is so unlike him, Akaashi has never asked for that — would never ask for that. But you’ve been so desperate for him all night. Crying and drooling for his cock, he just wants to mark you. Make you a mess all for him.
He pulls you off his length, looking for permission. You stare up at him, tongue lolling out and thighs pressed together in anticipation. The eagerness in your eyes sends Akaashi over the edge, his cockhead pressed to your lips when he releases.
Hot, thick ropes of cum hit your tear-stained face. Covering your cheeks, tongue, and chin. You’re panting below him, never breaking eye contact, waiting for your lover to come to. When he does, Akaashi sees the mess he made and thinks you’ve never looked prettier. He reaches over and gathers his spunk from your cheeks to feed into your mouth.
“Swallow,” is all he says. Of course, you oblige. Sticking out for tongue to show him that you did. Akaashi pulls you into his lap, kissing you and not caring that he can taste himself. “I love you so much, button. Will you let me take care of you now? I can practically feel how wet you are on my thigh.”
You whine when Akaashi reaches under your pencil skirt, feeling how soaked your panties were. The similarities between you and Akaashi were funny sometimes. Here he was worried about your pleasure, meanwhile, you’re getting off just by sucking his dick. A perfect match if you ask him.
“Answer me, darling,” You’re too swept up in the way his hand is moving to think. Pushing your panties aside, spreading your cunt to feel its wetness drip down his fingers. “Do you want me to fill you up with my cock? Stretch out this pretty cunt?”
You rattle around in your brain for an answer, only thinking about how Akaashi’s fingers feel inside you. “Please, Keiji!” you whine, grabbing his shoulders. “want your cock, please please please,”
And in all the years you two have been together, Akaashi rarely ever refuses you. He presses you to the mattress, stripping you of your remaining clothing, doing the same to himself. He sucks in a breath when his cock rubs against your cunt, still sensitive from the last time he came. “Gonna reward my precious girl,” he mumbles, finally sinking into you, love confessions falling from his lips.
Akaashi was sweet when he fucked you. Singing your praises with slow, deep thrusts. Spoiling you with orgasm after orgasm until you were crying beneath him. When he finally reached the hilt, he stared into your glazed-over eyes, setting a steady pace as he pumped into you. Feeling a bit unhinged after cumming down your throat, his messy hair sticking in every direction.
He can sense you’re a bit sensitive too, mind still a bit foggy from all the alcohol in your system. You’re pulling him close to you, whispering sweet nothings in his ear between moans.
“Such a good girl for me, darling. God, I can’t wait to marry you,” he groans, thumbing at your puffy clit. “Wanna make you my wife so bad, would you like that? Being my cute little wife, hm? Mine forever?” He starts moving faster, pressing your knees to your chest and changing up the angle.
Akaashi continues his relentless pace. You don’t know how you managed to answer him, words and sobs spilling from your mouth. “Yes! Wanna be your wife, Keiji! Make me yours, I’m yours!” You’re dragging your nails down his back when his cock kisses your cervix, walls clamping down around him.
“I know you’re close, beloved. Can you hold it?” he asks, pressing his lips against yours. “Wanna cum together, just a little more.”
But you’re not sure if you can do it. It’s been a long time since Akaashi was like this — fucking you this roughly. It reminds you of when you two were younger, still nervous around each other. So eager to please the other person, fumbling limbs and quickies in your bedroom when your parents were gone.
It wasn’t until college when you two could finally be alone and take the time to learn each other’s bodies. And Akaashi was a quick learner, making note of everything you liked and all those sensitive spots. Your pleasure has always been a top priority and he’s delivering it to you quicker than you’re expecting.
“Keiji!” you cry, unable to hold your impending release. Akaashi bites down on your neck, signaling that it’s okay. As the coil in your stomach finally snaps, Akaashi cums as well. He presses his forehead against yours, grunting as he spills his load deep within your cunt.
He holds you for a while, both of you catching your breaths from the intensity of your orgasms. He stares at your cunt when he pulls out, obsessing over his cum dribbling out of you. After he’s out of his trance, Akaashi makes quick work of cleaning you up.
“Sleepy,” you mumble, trying to pull him into your arms.
“I know, my love, but I need to clean you up,” he says, picking you up. “After your bath, we’ll go to sleep, okay?”
You whine but comply, begging him to join you, which he does obviously. It’s a quick bath, Akaashi washes your hair and gives you a soapy massage. Afterward, he also gives you a glass of water and makes sure you finish it as he dresses you in your pajamas.
Finally, you two are cuddled up in bed. It doesn’t take long for you to knock out, exhausted from the night out and lovemaking. Akaashi stares down at your sleeping form, drinking in the sight.
Just a few more weeks, he thinks to himself of your impending nuptials.
i really didn't mean to leave you guys hanging for over a year. real life has been........a lot haha.
i was laid off from my dream job in late 2024 and spent all of my time looking for full-time work, which just killed my passion for writing. i found a job in march of last year but it was literally the worst and i dreaded coming into work every day but i needed money to live(!!!!)
i quit that job last summer and started working at the job i have now and i love it! i finally feel the confidence in my professional work that i had before.
but earlier this year, i ended a long-term relationship and after getting therapy i realized that i was an abusive relationship with someone who tried isolating me from my friends and family. don't worry, i'm ok!! i'm back with my family and spending time with people who love me.
i've always wanted to continue writing haikyuu stuff (and for other fandoms) i have sooo many unfinished drafts it's kind of insane. i spent the last two years feeling like garbage and i've decided that i don't want to feel this way anymore.
i can't promise consistency, but please know that i've never "abandoned" this blog. i was always lurking. i've read all your messages, wondering where i am. they didn't fall on deaf ears...i just wanted to write stuff that you guys would like.
i'm so thankful for your patience. and if you didn't want to stick around, i don't blame you.
but i hope i can share some more stuff with you guys in the future.
i love the idea of terushima hooking up with a girl that turns out to be a homie hopper LOL
the two of you had been hooking up casually for a few weeks until he lets you know that he's not looking for anything serious
"i just don't want to be tied down or anything," he said, expecting to see your smile falter like so many other girls before you
but you shock him
"oh, i totally understand. it's no problem!"
he's confused but thinks you're probably better at hiding your emotions
the two of you see each other in passing on campus and you remain cordial as ever
as if you two never had that conversation
a few days later he's in the locker room changing out of his sweaty clothes after practice when he hears hollering on the other side of the room
his teammates are crowded around futamata, who's sporting bruises on his chest and neck
he looks a little embarrassed as the other guys congratulate him on getting laid
terushima immediately joins in, asking who "the lucky lady is"
but futamata looks nervous to tell him
when everyone goes their separate ways at the end of the night, futamata takes terushima aside and tells him that the two of you hooked up the night before
and it's like the wires got crossed in terushima's brain
you're not together, you're barely even acquaintances
but he's????? annoyed???? frustrated???? that you slept with one of his best friends?????
when terushima sees you the next day, he doesn't waste a second with any pleasantries
"are you messing with me?" he asks with no warning.
"hello to you too, yuji," you say, confused by the agitation in his voice. before you could even finish your sentence, terushima opens his mouth again.
"why did you hook up with futamata?"
you quirk your brow, wondering where this behavior came from. "why is that any of your business?"
"you hook up with me and sleep with my best friend a week later? that's fucked up." he's red in the face now, arms crossed.
"didn't you say that you didn't want to be 'tied down?'" you said, throwing his words back at him.
you explained that you met futamata at a party and immediately hit it off. it wasn't until after the deed was done that he mentioned he was on the volleyball team and you put two and two together.
but terushima still isn't having it, even with all the girls he's had before, never has any one of them hooked up with his friends.
"i wasn't looking for a relationship, but you didn't have to do that," he said, still not getting it.
"did you think you hurt my feelings?" you snort. why terushima was coming at you with such anger suddenly made sense. his poor ego got hurt.
"i'm not looking for for a relationship either, dude. i just like sex," you admist. "and i'm pretty good at it."
the look on terushima's face tells you he wasn't expecting that answer.
"if you just wanna fuck again let me know," you shrug, not willing to entertain this interrogation any longer. you turn on your heel, leaving terushima dumbfounded and also a bit horny.
Hi there! I’m a long time lurker of your blog and sometimes you end up on my dash too
I also got laid off this month after 10 grueling months of uncertainty. Tough year, isn’t it? But things will get better for us, and I hope the we end the year with a blessing. I hope 2025 will be kinder to us 💖 I am wishing u all the best!!!!!
ahhhh i'm so sorry that happened!
it's honestly so upsetting whether you love your job or not and definitely leaves a lot of anxiety and uncertainty.
i'm definitely hoping the next year is better for us. thank you so much for your kind words 🥹
