#issei matsukawa x reader
Reader:F
Character:Issei Matsukawa
Rating:M
Summary:It was fairly easy to never eat again for you. You deeply believed that not eating was a vital to your self control, that there would be all these benefits to not being what you considered a ‘glutton’. But your boyfriend sees things differently.
Warning:Minor Angst, Fluff, Implied Eating Disorder, Food
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You struggled with eating for years, sometimes your mom’s words got into your head about your weight and eating habits. So most of the time you didn’t eat, you thought it was better this way. It’s fine if you didn’t eat, you were just showing self restraint. It was fine, right?
It was a pretty terrible depressive episode you were going through, when you went for your shower earlier that day, you took a good look at yourself in the mirror and felt horrified by what you saw. The stretch marks, the what you considered lumps. It really set you back from taking a bite of much of anything and you spent the rest of day in bed. Curled up on your side, where you felt very hyper aware about your rolls and folds.
Matsukawa’s voice tried to rung in your head about how you looked fine but there was no avail to the other half of yourself that was an onslaught of negative thoughts. How could Matsukawa find you attractive? You were just so painfully ugly, maybe if you lost weight maybe he’d find you more attractive. Guys liked skinny girls.
“Ugly idiot.” You muttered to yourself as you laid in bed and pinched at you stomach fat that was peeking out from your rolled up shirt.
You laid in bed most of the day, when you had to get up to use the bathroom. You shielded your eyes form yourself, refusing to take another glance at yourself. You knew fully well that it would just make it worse, and you ignored all the hunger pains you had.
“Stop being gluttonous.” You grumbled to yourself as you washed your hands and went back to bed. You were developing a headache from the lack of food and you felt weakened, but you kept going.
By the time Matsukawa came home from work, you were still curled in bed with the blankets over your head and the curtains drawn. You were sleepy but unable to sleep, you felt so exhausted despite not doing much of anything.
When your boyfriend called out, “Baby, I got us take out.” You wanted to shrink into yourself. You weren’t supposed to eat! You were supposed to not eat and get skinny so you’d be loveable.
But the smell of cooked meat and rice wafted through the air of the apartment and made you empty stomach growl. When the door to the bedroom opened, you heard Matsukawa’s voice, “Are you okay, baby?”
“I’m fine.” You replied.
“Are you sure, you’re lying in bed with the curtains drawn.” He put the bag down on the desk and sat beside you on the bed. He rubbed your arm and leaned over to kiss yourself.
You sighed, “Do you think I’m ugly?” And rolled over to look at him with tears in your eyes. You sniffled, “Do you think I’m painfully fat?”
“Baby, you’re barely even fat.” He responded honestly, “Did you not eat today?”
You shook your head, “Wasn’t hungry.” You sighed into your pillow, “Plus it’s for the best, if I don’t eat. I’ll get skinny.”
“No, no, no.” He said. He took you by the hand and pulled you to sit up in bed, “We’re eating, I got us take out and I’m not going to let your starve because you’re listening to that bad voice in your head.”
“Mattsun.” You remarked, “I just wanna be pretty.”
“No way.” He said, “You’re more than just pretty, you’re beautiful. And beautiful girls need some calories in them.” He pulled you out of bed and made sure you got your slippers on before he grabbed the bag of food with one hand and your hand with the other.
When you got the kitchen, he sat you down and got everything onto plates. You noticed that he was taking meat off of his meal and putting it on yours, including some of the extra pieces of vegetables and even an extra dumpling. When he served you, you tried to put the meat back on his bowl, but he refused, picking it up and feeding it to you.
“I won’t let you starve, baby.” He warned, “So don’t try. Eat up.”
There was noice point in fighting back against Matsukawa, he was right. You did need to eat up and get some calories in your body to burn energy. The body needed energy and your body desperately needed some.
You slowly ate, absorbing the delicious taste of the grilled meat and the sauce that got mixed into the white rice. Matsukawa reached out on occasion and rubbed your arm in comfort, just in case you were becoming insecure about how much you were eating.
The smile on his face and those sleepy eyes told you that you were doing great and he was proud of you for eating. Bit by bit you believed a little bit more that you weren’t fat or gross, that you wouldn’t solve all your problems by never eating again. You body needed to nutrients and you wouldn’t automatically become more loveable if you got super skinny. Plus Matsukawa liked some meat on his girl’s bones, all the more reason to love you.
You struggled with eating for years, sometimes your mom’s words got into your head about your weight and eating habits. So most of the time you didn’t eat, you thought it was better this way. It’s fine if you didn’t eat, you were just showing self restraint. It was fine, right?
It was a pretty terrible depressive episode you were going through, when you went for your shower earlier that day, you took a good look at yourself in the mirror and felt horrified by what you saw. The stretch marks, the what you considered lumps. It really set you back from taking a bite of much of anything and you spent the rest of day in bed. Curled up on your side, where you felt very hyper aware about your rolls and folds.
Matsukawa’s voice tried to rung in your head about how you looked fine but there was no avail to the other half of yourself that was an onslaught of negative thoughts. How could Matsukawa find you attractive? You were just so painfully ugly, maybe if you lost weight maybe he’d find you more attractive. Guys liked skinny girls.
“Ugly idiot.” You muttered to yourself as you laid in bed and pinched at you stomach fat that was peeking out from your rolled up shirt.
You laid in bed most of the day, when you had to get up to use the bathroom. You shielded your eyes form yourself, refusing to take another glance at yourself. You knew fully well that it would just make it worse, and you ignored all the hunger pains you had.
“Stop being gluttonous.” You grumbled to yourself as you washed your hands and went back to bed. You were developing a headache from the lack of food and you felt weakened, but you kept going.
By the time Matsukawa came home from work, you were still curled in bed with the blankets over your head and the curtains drawn. You were sleepy but unable to sleep, you felt so exhausted despite not doing much of anything.
When your boyfriend called out, “Baby, I got us take out.” You wanted to shrink into yourself. You weren’t supposed to eat! You were supposed to not eat and get skinny so you’d be loveable.
But the smell of cooked meat and rice wafted through the air of the apartment and made you empty stomach growl. When the door to the bedroom opened, you heard Matsukawa’s voice, “Are you okay, baby?”
“I’m fine.” You replied.
“Are you sure, you’re lying in bed with the curtains drawn.” He put the bag down on the desk and sat beside you on the bed. He rubbed your arm and leaned over to kiss yourself.
You sighed, “Do you think I’m ugly?” And rolled over to look at him with tears in your eyes. You sniffled, “Do you think I’m painfully fat?”
“Baby, you’re barely even fat.” He responded honestly, “Did you not eat today?”
You shook your head, “Wasn’t hungry.” You sighed into your pillow, “Plus it’s for the best, if I don’t eat. I’ll get skinny.”
“No, no, no.” He said. He took you by the hand and pulled you to sit up in bed, “We’re eating, I got us take out and I’m not going to let your starve because you’re listening to that bad voice in your head.”
“Mattsun.” You remarked, “I just wanna be pretty.”
“No way.” He said, “You’re more than just pretty, you’re beautiful. And beautiful girls need some calories in them.” He pulled you out of bed and made sure you got your slippers on before he grabbed the bag of food with one hand and your hand with the other.
When you got to the kitchen, he sat you down and got everything onto plates. You noticed that he was taking meat off of his meal and putting it on yours, including some of the extra pieces of vegetables and even an extra dumpling. When he served you, you tried to put the meat back on his bowl, but he refused, picking it up and feeding it to you.
“I won’t let you starve, baby.” He warned, “So don’t try. Eat up.”
There was noice point in fighting back against Matsukawa, he was right. You did need to eat up and get some calories in your body to burn energy. The body needed energy and your body desperately needed some.
You slowly ate, absorbing the delicious taste of the grilled meat and the sauce that got mixed into the white rice. Matsukawa reached out on occasion and rubbed your arm in comfort, just in case you were becoming insecure about how much you were eating.
The smile on his face and those sleepy eyes told you that you were doing great and he was proud of you for eating. Bit by bit you believed a little bit more that you weren’t fat or gross, that you wouldn’t solve all your problems by never eating again. You body needed to nutrients and you wouldn’t automatically become more loveable if you got super skinny. Plus Matsukawa liked some meat on his girl’s bones, all the more reason to love you.
Matsukawa’s Birthday
genre: smut
warnings: sex - nothing too specific, choking, he nuts in you
a/n: happy birthday king
“Fuck Issei-”
The moan catches in your throat as he enters you, the thick head of his cock stretching you out. He pushes in, and it’s just so much. He’s big, almost too big for you, and as he bottoms out, you swear he’s in your stomach.
You can barely speak, much less think. Your mind is hazy, only filled with the thought of how good he feels, his cock filling you up until you feel like you might burst.
Mattsun stills, unmoving as your hands scrabble, searching for purchase on the sheets.
“Issei please,” you moan out, desperate for something, anything, that’ll relieve the ache inside of you.
You feel the heat radiating off of his chest as he leans over you, one hand your hip, gripping it in an almost bruising embrace, while the other grabs the sheets by the side of your head. You can feel him, looming above you, hear him whisper into your ear, “Tell me what you want.”
“Issei please, want you-“Your sentence is cut off by a particularly harsh thrust, one that knocks the breath out of you.
“You’re so wet, princess, dripping all over my cock,” he tells you, trying not to focus too hard on the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, “‘t would be a shame if I left you here, all because you couldn’t voice your demands.”
He lifts your face up, hand wrapping around your neck. The lack of oxygen makes your mind foggier, if that’s even possible, and the heat in your stomach grows even more.
“Issei please, want you to fuck me, want your cock,” You’re babbling at this point, mind only focused on chasing the pleasure you want so badly, “please Issei.”
Suddenly he’s moving, robbing the air from your breaths, fucking you with harsh thrusts that have the moans catching in your throat, ones that leave you only able to lie there and take it.
The grip on your neck loosens and Mattsun’s hand snakes down to your clit and begins to play with the swollen nub. You’re so wound up, the pressure building up inside you almost unbearable.
Your hips push back, trying to meet Mattsun’s thrusts. You’re gone, mind too hazy to comprehend what you’re saying, too hazy to realize that you’re making noise - a stream of broken moans and cries leaving your mouth. “Issei Issei Issei, fuckin’ me so good.”
The head of his hits your sweet spot and you keen. You can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, feel the beginnings of the rope fray.
“‘m so close, ‘m gonna cum,” you whine, but Mattsun can tell, taking extra care to angle his thrusts in the way you like it. He can feel you tighten up around him, your slick pooling at his balls.
“Fuck you’re so tight pretty girl - cum for me”
It only takes a few more thrusts and well-placed touches and you’re gone.
It feels like your limbs are as heavy as lead as your orgasm rips through you, pussy fluttering around his cock. Your body locks up, hands squeezing the sheets and cunt clenching around his cock to the point where it’s almost impossible for Mattsun to move, rendering him immobile. He’s content with watching you cum, watching you fall apart around his cock, coating his base with a ring of white.
The mess you created around his cock made him groan, dick throbbing. “Fuck ______, you’re so pretty.”
As you come down from your high he pulls out, and you whine at the sensitivity and emptiness before he flips you over, burying himself back into you. You moan at the overstimulation as he fucks his cum into you, with almost bruising thrusts. Your legs lift, ankles locking around his back, forcing him even deeper into you and you can feel him pulse inside you, the heat of his cum filling you up.
As he stills his thrusts, he stares down at you.
He can see you clearly, face flushed, chest heaving, and your cunt leaking cum, both yours and his. You look sated, and when you mumble out a reply of “Happy birthday Issei, ‘love you” he collapses onto you, face buried in the crook of your neck.
“I love you too”
