put on a showÂ
Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader (ft. Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Oikawa)
summary :Â cockwarming Makki during an online gaming session with his best friends, who were very clueless to what your boyfriend was up to. But one little mishap caused by forgetfulness, reveals it all
words:Â 3.5 k
warnings : smut , nsfw , voyeurism, unprotected sex, cockwarming, masturbation, webcam sex i guess, slight degradation
a/n:Â was supposed to post this Makkiâs birthday but had to re-edit parts. anyways, can you tell Iâm obsessed with the Seijoh third year line up. Their just so gosh darn fine. Plys, this idea totally did not come up during a lecture that was boring me to death. Anyways, enjoy and give Makki some lovin.
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âHiro,â you whimpered, arms wrapping around him tightly, face buried into the crook of his neck and warm breath panting against his skin. He could feel you trembling. He could feel your walls pulsate and clench around him. Needy little thing you were. Well, it was his idea but still, you probably wanted this just as much as he did.
âIâll be done soon babe,â he murmured, eyes still glued to the computer monitor screen, hands not even on your body but that goddamn controller instead. The faint sounds of gunshots from the game and the unmistakable voices of his close friends were audible with how you hid your face in his neck for comfort. âNot you, Mattsun! Go up on the roof!â He suddenly raised his voice, making you flinch and regret that you did.Â
The slight movement gave you a taste of what you were desperately craving. What he made you crave for.Â
âHiro,â you softly whimpered, doing your best to keep your voice as quiet as possible so that it wasnât picked up by the microphone. âNeed you to move...please.âÂ
Hanamakiâs brows raised as he heard you clearly, eyes still trained on the monitor. Thumbs on the joysticks of his controller, and tapping furiously with precision at the buttons when he aimed and shot in-game... cock buried deep inside your warm tight cunt. Yes, he had somehow convinced you to warm his cock with your tight little pussy. He did promise that he was only going to take only a couple more minutes but it has been almost half an hour.Â
You clutched onto him tighter, lashes wetting with tears as you held yourself back from rolling your hips to satiate the need for friction. Your clit was swollen and throbbing, Hanamaki could feel your need pulse around him and he had to suppress a moan at how you felt so snug around him. His lips jutted out a little, pouting, feeling sorry that he had put you in this position yet loving every second of how you were putty in his hands.Â
âMakki, thereâs a sniper of the roof aiming at you,â you made out that voice to be none other than Iwaizumiâs.Â
You were already at your limit. You couldnât move, you couldnât make a sound unless you wanted Makkiâs friends to know how you were sat on your boyfriendâs lap, cock hard and twitching inside of you as they played their video game. The embarrassment would eat at you for days if they knew what Makki put you up to...but you couldnât help but comply either, you needed him.Â
âJust a little wouldnât hurt, just a littleâ, you told yourself, eyes screwing shut as you held your breath, Makki still unsuspecting of your movements, then dragged your hips upwards a little only to sink back down ( of what you could take of him). The sensation made you whine at how delicious it felt to feel his length drag along your sensitive walls. Too lost in that little selfish action that you didnât see Makkiâs hands gripping the controller tightly as his focus on the first-person shooter game wavered.Â
Not hearing any complaints or grunts of disapproval, you did it again, and then again, until you were in this hypnotic state of rocking gently up and down his cock, taking what you could of his lengthy cock and panting softly against his exposed ear not covered by the puffs of his headset. Where was your self-control? You knew this wasnât the right time to be doing this but the ache in your core begged to fulfilled.Â
But little did you know, your boyfriend was smugly smirking at how greedy you were for him, greedy for his cock. It was undeniably hot. And it fed his ego even more knowing that his friends didnât have the luxury of a girlfriend right now to do what you were doing as he played his game.Â
Makki tapped the space bar to mute his microphone while Iwaizumi was yelling at Oikawa for being really shitty at the game even after all this time and that he shouldâve stuck with Star Wars Battlefront or Animal Crossing instead, Mattsunâs deep chuckles at their banter in the call was softly in the background of the call.
âYouâre so desperate,â he chuckled, feeling the vibration of the sound reverberating in his chest, you could feel him laugh against you. âCouldnât wait huh?âÂ
You shook your head, hands clutching onto his shoulders for leverage. You bit your lip to hold back your moans. The sharp click of a key being tapped reached your ears and Makki spoke again.Â
âMattsun, the enemy is on your left,â he warned his friend, hands still on the controller before tapping the space bar again to mute his mic.Â
âHiro,â you softly moaned, still not ceasing the way your body moved on its own to have its way with your boyfriendâs cock.Â
Makkiâs eyes glanced down at where the two of you were connected, licking his lips at the sight of your puffy pink and dripping wet cunt, swallow his cock, leaving a creamy white ring around him.Â
The voices in his headphones stopped, Makki assumed they had focused on the game.Â
âJust how needy are you?â He teased, tone condescending. âCouldn't wait for me to finish my game. Such an impatient little slut.âÂ
His words stung as you blushed at your neediness. You were rarely the hornier one between the two of you, it was always Makki who initiated his want and need.
âYou like being called a slut donât you?â He went on, dropping the controller onto his desk after being shot by the opposing team, not really minding his defeat. Iwaizumi and Mattsun had this in the bag, Oikawa, not so much. At least he could focus on you now. You shook your head.
âNot a...slut,â you mumbled, still bobbing up and down his cock at your own pace for your own pleasure.Â
âReally?â Makki wasnât buying it. âItâs just,â he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back to expose your neck, the slight tugging pain at your scalp making you bite your lip to confine any sound from you. âYour pussy gets so tight every time I call you that.â And your body against your will clenched around his cock once more. You remained silent, feeling embarrassed and immensely aroused all together. âEven though youâre acting like such a slut right now, you havenât even taken my cock all the way in.âÂ
His hands found purchase on your hips, his grip tight enough to leave marks.
âH-Hiro, wait,â you hurriedly said, a hand wrapping around his wrist to stop him from what he was going to do. âWait!â
âLetâs change that shall we?â Before you could even object, Makki slammed you down onto his cock.Â
âAh! Hiro! Too deep!â You gasped/moaned, the tip of his cock pushing against your cervix. âT-too much.â Your eyes watered, pain mixing with pleasure as your body melted into him, more like collapsed unto his body. It was so sudden.Â
âThatâs more like it,â Makki groaned, feeling your walls convulse around him, your juices spilling forth, coating his cock and dampening his boxers. He then laughed, voice heavy with amusement. âDid you just cum from me putting it all the way in?â He leaned his head back against the gaming chair to get a good look at your bashful lewd face. Lips parted and panting, heavy-lidded eyes and tears wetting your cheeks.Â
Makki thought he had gone too far but when your plush gummy walls contracted once more, he knew that this was turning you on.Â
He reclined fully into his chair.Â
âSince you wanted to fuck me so badly, youâre gonna have to do it by yourself,â he smirked, eyes dark and pupils blown with lust.
âGive her a break, man, you kept her waiting for like an hour,â Mattsunâs voice pierced through that momentary silence.Â
âWell, shit...â Makki muttered, his careless tone making you worry as your face flushed hot with embarrassment.Â
They heard you. Well, Mattsun did. You hoped that Oikawa and Iwaizumi were too invested in the game to have heard you tooâ
âShe sounds so pretty when she moans,â Oikawa sighed in a wistful manner as if he was wishing he too was getting his dick wet.Â
âImpatient little thing,â Iwaizumi joined in and you out of shame, untangled your limbs from Makki, wanting to run to the bed across from you and hide underneath the covers.Â
âSweet pretty Y/N is such a slut for our Makki, hm?â Oikawa mused, a faint groan coming from his end. Your eyes widened at the thought of his touching himself to you.Â
âWhen was the last time you even got laid, man?â Makki asked, hands firmly holding you in place, his eyes on you as if telling you to not dare to make a move.Â
âToo long,â Oikawa sighed.Â
âY/N can hear us canât she?â Matsukawaâs calm deep voice piped in, unbeknownst to you, Makkiâs best friend had his cock tightly gripped in his large hand and had been pumping his cock to the sound of your moans and whimpers.Â
âGo on, baby, say something,â Makki caressed your cheek.Â
âD-donât want to...â you whispered to him, eyes begging him. âToo embarrassing.â You hid your face in his neck once again. You couldnât get away with how his hands had gripped your hips, your only safe space at this moment was being as close to him as possible.Â
Even though the video cam wasnât on, you still felt as if his friends, who were only ever sweet and kind with you, were now looking at you like hungry wolves.Â
âBut baby, you got them all hot and bothered,â Makki raised your hips and slammed it back down, making you keen. âBesides, they all have a little crush on you. Doesnât that make you feel better?â
âI only want Hiro...â you whispered in his ear innocently, not knowing how that tugged at his heartstrings.Â
Makki softly smiled and pressed a kiss on the crown of your forehead lovingly. âI know baby. Youâd do anything for me right?âÂ
You eagerly nodded.Â
âWhat did she say?â Oikawa butted in, impatience and annoyance in his tone.Â
âDonât pressure her, Shittykawa,â Iwaizumi barked at his best friend.Â
âGo on, Y/N,â that was Mattsunâs voice. âBe a good girl for Makki. Youâre a good girl right?âÂ
Makkiâs deep lidded eyes never left yours, his brows were raised with intrigue and lips pressed into a soft smile, as he slowly, gently, in the way he knew that would have you moaning out his name in seconds, rolled his hips upwards, igniting a flame inside you again.Â
âI-Iâm a good girl,â you squeaked, hands gripping the headrest of the chair as Makki guided your hips up and down his cock, walls being stretched over and over with each deep stroke, the squelching sound of your drooling pussy taking him filled the room and reached their own ears through their headphones.
âTell us what Makki is doing to you, baby,â Mattsun commanded, yet his tone wasnât frighteningly assertive, it was calm and warm. The trust you had in him still ever-present despite the intimate lewd position you were in.
âGo on, Y/N, tell them,â Makki encouraged, placing his headset onto your cute little head.
âHeâsâahâf-fucking-mhmm-my pussy,â you managed to say, moans getting in the way of your words. âHis cock is filling me up.â Your eyes rolled back a little at the mind-numbing sensation. âHitting deep inside...ahh! Too deep.âÂ
âBut it feels good doesnât it?â Iwaizumiâs husky voice sounded this time. Â
âS-so good!â You gasped, your shame melting away with each deep thrust. âH-Hiro feels so good!â You began to meet his thrusts, matching his rhythm feeling the coil inside you begin to tighten.Â
Your whiney high pitched moans were music to their ears and the wet squelching sound of your pussy being filled, had the boys stroking their cocks to the mere sound of you.Â
Makki knew his friends were jerking off to you and for some reason that filled his chest with pride. His babe of a girlfriend was lusted over by his very own best friends when they and so many others teased him about how he was able to score someone like you. In fact, he wanted to show you off. A whimper left you at the sudden loss of his cock inside you, your walls clenching around nothing.
âMakki...â you whimpered and you yelped when he swiftly scooped you up into his arms, got rid of the headset, and kissed you on the forehead before laying you on the bed.Â
âOpen those pretty legs for me?â He slid his hands up and down your sides soothingly, your eyes on his cock hard against his abdomen and slick with your arousal as he kneeled on the bed.
You nodded and did as he said, lying back down comfortably and inching your thighs apart, eagerly waiting. He hooked your left leg over his shoulder and peppered kisses along your inner thigh.
âLetâs put on a show for them, baby. Is that okay? Let them see how beautiful you look when Iâm fucking you?â He continued to kiss and suck on the soft skin, soothing you and bending your mind to his whims, which worked and had you nice and submissive obedient for him. âGood girl.â He praised, reaching over to the desk, long and strong arms making it easy for him to do so, and switched on the webcam.Â
The three other guys on the call held their breath at the sight of you. Body clad in nothing but Hanamakiâs Aoba Johsai cotton shirt, bunched up to your waist exposing your lower body to them. When your eyes caught sight of the blue light blinking in the webcam you timidly looked away, the little reaction making them want you even more.Â
âFuck, sheâs gorgeous,â Mattsun groaned, his voice coming from the speakers now, his comment made you blush.Â
âCâmon, baby, let me help you out of that,â Makki went back to you, helping you out of his shirt and when your breasts came to full display, nipples already perked up, Makki couldnât help but roll the sensitive nubs between his fingers making you moan. âSo pretty...Did I keep you waiting?âÂ
Your eyes blearily blinked up at him in a haze of lust as you nodded, moaning a little when he rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, teasingly pressing in and out of your entrance.Â
âBet they wanna touch you like I do.â
âNo more teasing, please,â you begged him, hands gripping the sheets. âWant you...so bad.â You wriggled your hips.
âIâll make it up to you okay?â Faux pity in his tone. â I guess it was my fault for being mean and keeping you waiting right?â He cooed, fisting his length before positioning himself.Â
You held your breath.
Makki rubbed your clit as he slowly entered you, your lower lips parting as he filled you to the hilt. The image of his length disappearing into your pussy made him groan and when he reared his hips back, his length was coated with your wetness.Â
âSo nice and wet for me,â he praised before slamming his hips back in, your body jolting at the force of him as he began to set a fast rhythmic pace. âYou like that baby?â
âAh! H-Hiro! So good!â You moaned breathlessly, mind going blank with each pump of his cock. Fast and quick. âYou feel so good!â You swore you could feel every single drag of his length and that prominent vein on the underside along your walls even at the fast pace he was going, and it had you gasping as the pleasure you felt was too much and at the same time, welcomed by your body.
On the other end of the screens in their respective homes, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, and Oikawa were ogling your body. They observed how your breasts bounced and your body jolted with every impact, how your head thrashed from side to side when Makki hit that sweet spot inside of you that had your back arching and gripping the sheets, knuckles turning white. Seeing the difference in height between you and Makki, stirred their desire. Makki and Oikawa stood at 6ft, completely dwarfing you. Mattsun even was taller than them, his mind drifted off, thinking of how youâd look if you were bouncing on his cock while he played video games, fuck, he wouldnât complain! Could your pretty little cunt even take his cock?Â
Their hands pumped at the same pace as Makkiâs thrusts, wishing and imagining that they were in his place instead. The three, though apart, knew that their fantasies of you also included you taking all of them at once. The mere thought of it brought them closer to climax.
âH-Hiro!â Your voice went higher the more you repeated his name, his tempo, if possible, increasing. His hold on your hips was still firm and got tighter as he chased his orgasm, fingers working tight circles on your clit with the desire for you to cum with him. The pressure in your core was about to burst, and your walls were now tighter than ever, making Makki groan.Â
âF-fuck, baby, nice and tight,â he slammed his hips harder to accentuate how the grip of your cunt was sucking him in greedily, words failing you as you moaned his name over and over in sweet refrains.Â
âGonna c-cum,â you breathlessly whined, clutching the sheets even further. You loved it. Every second of it. You loved him. âH-Hiro,â your eyes met his, and Makki felt as if the world fell away with how you looked up at him, eyes begging and full of love. âWant to hold you close,â you managed to say, as you held your arms out to him. âP-please.âÂ
God, you really pulled at his heartstrings. How could he say no? How were you even his?Â
Not wasting another moment, he leaned over, body flush against yours and lips passionately kissing you, muffling your whimpers and moans while his hand cradled your leg that was hooked around his waist, as he repeatedly hit your g-spot without fail.Â
He was close. So close. He was at his breaking point.Â
When your walls clamped around him so suddenly, he lost himself, hips stuttering. You gushed around him, crying into the kiss and arms clutching onto him tightly as your orgasm ripped through your body. Makkiâs hips didnât cease their movements riding out both your orgasms out while he pumped your abused cunt full of his hot cum. The two of you fell apart together in hot bliss and on cloud nine, the audience forgotten, cum staining their fingers, wishing it was on your skin instead.Â
Slowly, Makki pulled out, your walls twitching with the feeling of his cum sloshing and dripping from your abused cunt.Â
âTake a cold shower guys,â Makki smugly smirked at the camera, his friendsâ faces red and their breaths haggard as they came down from their high.Â
âYou lucky little shit. Iâm so jealous!â Oikawa whined, throwing his head back, brows furrowed and sweat glistening his forehand.Â
âFucking hell, Makki, if she ever wants to explore the bedroom, you know Iâm only ten minutes away,â Mattsun deeply chuckled, eyes dark and teasing at his strawberry blond best friend.Â
âI think my little princess wouldnât mind that, wouldnât you baby?â He raised his brows in amusement, glancing at you, your hair over one shoulder as you laid on your side trying to catch your breath. âHey, since youâre only ten minutes away, come over man. She could go a couple more rounds.âÂ
Mattsun grinned back at his friend before disconnecting from the call, his screen going black while Oikawa whined in Rio and Iwaizumi huffed in frustration in California.Â
âSucks to be you guys,â Makki gave them a peace sign before switching his computer off and making his way back to the bed again, sitting on the edge and admiring your bare body, all flush and pink.Â
âYou okay baby?â He caressed your side, tracing the blueish marks forming on your waist and hips, and placing a kiss on your shoulder.Â
âMhm...â you responded, body limp against the cloudy mattress.Â
âI love you so much,â he kissed your temple with praise. âDonât know what I did to deserve you.âÂ
âLove you..too,â you hummed, a small smile on your face, body still tingling from post-coital bliss.Â
âRest your for a bit, babe,â he pulled the covers over your body to keep you warm. âIâll get you some water so we can get you ready for Issei.â
âReady for what?â You shifted to lie on your back, gazing up at your boyfriend, head still light and spinning.
âThat thing we talked about last week when we were talking about stuff we wanted to try in the bedroom,âÂ
Your cheeks reddened immediately and you as you always did, timidly looked away.Â
âToo cuteâ, Makki fondly thought to himself.
And once again, with a simple sweet murmur, you tugged at his heartstrings.Â
âAnything for âHiro.â
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SOF ITS BEEN A YEAR? That is so insane congrats not only on reaching 600 followers but also for reaching 365 freaking days on this crazy ass website and thriving! đđđđ
I was wondering if I could request a haikyuu matchup from you (if not, just ignore and ily so much)! Besides oogway ascendsđ« one of my favorite songs is rockin from the weeknd, 99% of the songs from the 2000s, and Kiss Me More from Doja Cat cause I like pretending I'm in an edit & im a bit basic (don't come for me) I'm an extrovertđ€ą, ENFJ (16p), very driven yet stubborn, semi patient, and it is so easy to make me laugh cause the discord has messed up my humor. You already know what I look like but sometimes I feel like I resemble a tall kai-lan from ni hao, kai lan mixed with a sesame street character đ€
You have been matched with⊠Hanamaki Takahiro!
Honestly my main thought process with this was between any of the seijoh third years but I thought I'd branch out a little from your husband, Iwaizumi, so here we are as Hanamaki was my first thought after him!
Matsukawa definitely takes any and all credit for you two getting together, Hanamaki denied Matsukawaâs initial advances about you claiming he could look after his own love life but Matsukawa couldnât let it go that easily.
Matsukawa set up a âgroup tripâ to a local festival or market and almost immediately split the group up to get you and Makki alone, little did he know you and Makki had already said something to each other by the time this trip had even been planned
Emma youâre like one of the only mutuals I know in a relationship Iâm entrusting you to get with Makki before Matsukawa forces it but heâll take the credit for yall anyway :â)
I think his fairly calm and perceptive nature would work well with your stubbornness and drive because he would just counteract most things with humour or logical reasoning.
He would also always be able to tell if your drive to do well was causing you too much stress or if you were putting yourself under too much pressure. He can be quite lazy and chilled so he will easily pull you away for a break from work.
I feel like heâd be good at like proof reading essays and stuff?? So heâs always willing to help.
You two make playlists for a lot of things. you'll have a shared playlist for almost any setting you find yourself in.
Most of them will consist of 2000's pop, I'm convinced Makki is an absolute sucker for those old "girl power" playlists filled with 2000's songs about breakups and self love.
I also think he's a doja cat fan to be honest and he would not be ashamed
He was part of that "can you break up with me for a day so that i can cry to a sad playlist" trend because you two made an immaculate breakup songs/crying playlist and he wanted to use it without having the literal consequence of you two breaking up.
He would 100% reenact music videos with you at home. You two would go on long drives together when its lightly raining and belt anything from happy songs to powerful breakup songs and pretend its a music video.
He also offered to edit one of those timothee chalamet (is that even how you spell his name-) playdate tiktok edits for you when they were a trend, if you'd let him record you.
If you thought the server had messed up your humour then oh boy, it will only get worse with him as your other comedy influence. He will make constant sugar baby jokes when he's in between jobs (as stated in the timeskip)
He promises that he doesnât plan to live as your sugar baby forever though - he seems like an acts of service or gift giving type to me, so he does little tasks/chores so that you don't have to worry about any of them at all when he's not working and gets you gifts once he's back in his job.
He likes to just lie with you in bed on the weekends and he will tickle you.
He approves of your oogway ascends obsession and plays it at random points in the day just for you <3
A/N: this is the first matchup I've ever posted so thank god it was a mutual LMAO ily emma I hope you enjoyed, I was terrified to post this. I honestly don't know if we've discussed you and makki before or not but if we havenn't, we should
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makki finds out you have a thing for his voice, and utilizes this information in the most devilish way possible. he'll be more vocal in bed, praising you and degrading you, because he knows you'll enjoy it as long as you can hear his voice. sometimes, when he knows you're at work, he'll send you audio clips of his moans while he jacks off. and he knows you love it when he fingers you in public and whispers in your ear about how naughty you are to be enjoying this when someone could see you.
Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader
Contains : Makkiâs sexy ass voice, public sex, slight degradation, cockwarming, Makki sending you vids of him while youâre at work
words : 3.2k
a/n: Okay I found this sexy af and totally something Makki will tease you non stop about but enjoys taking advantage of it. I didnât expect it have become this long hahah I just really liked it HAHA and got carried away.
tw: public sex, phone sex, degradation kink, praise kink, Makki being a sexy suave prince
âSo if I say,â
You took a breath. Here he goes again.
His hot breath was against your ear, body barely even touching yours but still never failing to make your thighs involuntarily rub against each other,
âI want you on our bed, naked...,â he husked, already making your chest rise and fall heavily, the reaction causing a smirk to tug on his lips and lower his already deep voice even more. â...and lick the cream of profiteroles off of you. Youâll do it?â Then he added the cherry on top. âBaby?â
You rolled the magazine in your hands, gripping it as you felt warmth embarrassingly quickly collect in your lower belly, and despite the trance, you were in at the mere timbre of his voice, almost making you agree to that little fantasy of his.
His warm fingers crept to your thigh, thumb caressing your skin with the intention to travel up to discover if you were wearing lace, silk or cotton panties today. Or if you were even wearing anything at all beneath his old Aoba Johsai t-shirt.
That was the plan⊠until you whacked him with the magazine. Cheeks burning you pushed him away as he howled with laughter.
âYou were going to say yes werenât you!â He wheezed as you repetitively smacked his arm over and over, blushing all the way to your ears.
âH-Hiro, stop it,â you whined, curling to the corner of the couch and hugging your knees to your chest.
You wished you never told him how much you had adored his voice. One drunken night where you had spilt and gushed about how much you loved his voice and how youâd get wet whenever heâd whisper anything in your ear. Stupid drunken confessions.
And your boyfriend, of course, will never ever let go of that one.
âAwe baby, Iâm sorry. Câmere,â he held his arms open for you, beckoning you into them as you glared at him, doing your best to avoid his teasing but your resolve crumbled, and you embraced him.
âStop being mean,â you murmured into his chest.
âOkay...â he kissed your forehead. âBut....really though, can I eat profiteroles off your tits? I think theyâll taste sweeter.â
You sighed and remained silent, closing your eyes pretending to fall asleep to avoid answering that request.
âTheyâre on sale this weekend,â he hummed to himself planning as if you said yes. But when you thought about it, at least he wasnât going to eat sushi off of you...at least it was sweet.
âOkay,â you sighed, snuggling into him closer to hide your reddened cheeks while he victoriously clenched his fist.
You totally didnât agree because of the way he said it was so...sexy. Definitely not.
You were wrong. It was definitely because of his voice.
His tongue licked along your breasts, sucking your erect sensitive nipples when it pleased him, the remnants of the sticky sweet melted sugar making Makki hum.
âThey do taste sweeter,â his eyes shimmered at his discovery, his full attention on your breasts not even touching you below the waist and you were all hot and bothered now.
âH-Hiro, need you to touch me please,â you whined, bucking your cloth-covered core up into his groin as he caged you beneath his long and lean body.
âHow badly baby? Tell me how much you want me to touch you,â he husked in your ear, the sound waves of his voice vibrating throughout you.
You bit your lip, too shy to say it but the following words he said that tone, the specific one that would have you putty in his hands, you caved in.
âIs your slutty cunt all wet for me? Did you enjoy me eating off of your tits?â His hot breath blew against your lips and you nodded, shamelessly.
âTouch me please, Hiro, I need you,â you whined, wrapping your arms around him to feel his body against yours and moaning a little when you felt the shape of his cock straining against his boxers. âPlease, f-fuck me.â
Makkiâs throat dried at how needy you looked up at him, it was so sexy. Fuck, he was going to use the power of his voice to his advantage. He repressed a groan only to escape him when his hand slipped into your panties and felt how drenched your folds were.
âSuch a slut,â he tutted, rubbing slow circles on your clit, your hips jolting up again as a sigh left you. âYouâre dripping, baby. Does it feel good when I do this, Hm?â
You eagerly nodded.
âHow about like this?â He slipped two long fingers into your core, digits coated in slick and folding in come hither motions inside your hot gummy walls. âBut you donât wanna cum from my fingers donât you?â
You were going to nod but Makki pulled his fingers out abruptly and slapped your cunt, making you whine as your thighs shivered.
âUse your words, Y/N.â
He knew you were shy when it came to dirty talk, it was endearing really. But with his voice, you were melting into him so easily. This sense of power was new to him and if you think he wasnât going to abuse it you were wrong.
âI..Hiro...please donât make me say it,â you murmured, turning your head the other way.
âBaby, I canât give you what you want if you donât tell me.â He gently gripped your chin to make you look at him, body electrified and begging for more. âUnless you donât want to cum at all...â Makki knew he was being a little mean but he was enjoying this, and he was curious to know the extent of how weak you were for his voice.
He pulled away and immediately you clung onto him, close to tears as you sought for release.
âN-need to cum, please. Donât go, Hiro. Need to feel you inside me. Please...w-want your cock,â you sniffled.
Was this how much he really riled you up? Heâs never seen you like this before. So needy. So desperate. He loved it. It was an addictive rush that he wanted to feel over and over again.
âOf course you want that,â he kissed your cheek that was wet from tears. âYouâre greedy for your little cunt to be stuffed, hm? What a little whore.â His words sliced through you but you felt your core throb at them.
He lined the bulbous tip of his hardened cock at your entrance, teasingly pushing against your entrance but never fully going in, making you whine. Makki half expected for you to hit him for teasing you but no, you were pliant beneath him, so utterly submissive. Was he going to keep teasing you till you cried? Nah, he didnât have the heart to do that besides any chance to fuck you was literally heaven for him. So when youâre lips parted and eyes fluttered close to finally feel him sink into you inch by inch, itâs like he fell in love with you again.
He was definitely never going to let this go
It even escalated to him replying or leaving you voice messages, and they were far from innocent. The first time that happened you were at work and you thanked whatever God there was that the office was empty during that time because youâre boyfriend straight up sent you a voice recording of him, moaning and grunting your name.
âI miss you so much baby, Iâm gonna punish you later for making me so hard when youâre away.â
The sound ripped through the empty floor and you immediately lowered the volume, heart racing at how inappropriate this was...and yet youâre pussy throbbed.
You opened the next one, making sure that everyone was still out on their lunch break.
An image was attached and you squeezed your thighs together at the sight of his toned abdomen and that dominant v-line that forced your eyes to go lower only to see the imprint of his cock hard in his briefs. You felt your mouth water...and playing the audio message, you bit your lip.
âSee how hard you make me? Fuckâ,â he groaned, the lewd sound of his cock being rubbed heard faintly in the background. âWish you were here, baby. Wish you were here to cum around my cock. Youâd like that wouldnât you?â
His voice. His god damn voice. It was your kryptonite. You didnât even know why. You donât know why the sound of his voice made your heart race, why it made your core collect so easily with warmth and why you loved to just hear him.
âYes...â, you had whispered to yourself, feel your body grow hot underneath your blouse and pencil skirt.
And when he was done, the smug bastard, knowing the effect he had on you, even sent another picture. His cock dripping with cum and his abs painted with them, making you whine involuntarily. Almost brattily at how it should his cum should be inside you instead.
When you did get home, Hanamaki had the audacity to act as if he didnât just do that. His ever-present smirk was on his laid back unamused expression and just smiled at you.
âWelcome home,â he lazily and nonchalantly greeted you.
Makki was more than happy that you dropped your bag at the door and crashed your lips onto his, missing the grin he wore in between kisses.
When you thought it wouldnât escalate even further it did. His vocalness in the bedroom, the voice messages he sends you randomly when heâs in the mood? They werenât enough for him. He wanted to still explore how far he could go with just sweet-talking you.
Thatâs how you ended up more than once with him, knuckle deep into your pussy...in public. Your knees were trembling with every pump, his digits curling into the sweet spot inside of you making you lean back into him as you sat on his lap across his old highschool volleyball teammates who were completely unaware of how your boyfriend was about to make you cum on his fingers in public, again.
âY/N-chan, never changed,â Oikawa sighed, his chin on his palm. âStill as pretty as ever. Donât you think Kindaichi?â
The youngster immediately got red in the face and nodded, the noise of the music in the bar downstairs still loud enough to have people raising their voices just a little so they could converse.
âShes smokinâ,â Mattsun commented and Makki halted his ministrations to look at his best friend, dead in the eyes.
âDude.â
You wondered if they were going to argue...Makki held out his arm, his hands balled into a fist. And you wanted to smack your boyfriend for fist-bumping Mattsun just because he said you were âsmokinâ.
âBoys...â you muttered to yourself, only to squeak and grip the edge of the table as Makki continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your dripping wet core.
âYou okay?â Iwaizumi asked from beside Oikawa, and you plastered on a smile, nodding quickly so that he could look away. Look away so that he doesnât see what Makki was doing to you...or what you were allowing Makki to do.
His fingers slipped out and you shivered at the sudden emptiness.
âHiro?â You turned your face slightly only for his to meet yours in an abrupt kiss, a smile on his face as he readjusted you onto his lap. Your clothed pussy against his erection.
âBetter not make a sound, princess,â he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around you with one hand underneath your skirt, playing with your puffy clit,
âAfter all this time, you are still so sickeningly in love with her,â Kyoutani scoffed, taking a sip of his beer and eying the perimeter like anyone would come and attack him.
âOf course he is!â Oikawa huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. âThey should be married by now!â He gave you and Makki a side glare.
âWho are you? My mom?â Makki countered, the whole table laughing as Oikawa just blinked, offended.
In their laughter and the quick changing of subjects as they tried to catch up with each other, Makki was whispering in your ear. And if anyone would look at the two of you, it would look like Makki was just whispering sweet nothings in your ear or having those cute little romantic conversations that no one else can butt in on.
âYou always enjoy it when I play with you like this donât you?â He pinched your clit, your hips moving on itâs own, begging for release. âWhy donât we take it to the next level?â
You were going to say no. No more. But he was sly...using his voice to lure you and bend you to his will. And yet, in a matter of seconds, his cock was buried inside your cunny, completely still and keeping him nice and warm.
âSuch a good little slut,â he praised, kissing the crown of your head and petting you lovingly before resuming to rub slow circles on your sensitive little nub.
âHiro, need to cum, please,â you uttered, hands resting on your lap to mask the lewd act.
âSomeone could catch us if youâre not patient,â he hummed, prolonging the teasing and he held back his own groan when you rolled your hips just a little, a small sigh escaping you. âImpatient little thing,â he hissed, mercilessly rubbing your clit faster now, making your arms fall onto the table so you can hide your face in them.
âDude is she okay?â Iwaizumiâs voice reached your ears but it was easily drowned out by Makki.
âShes great. She just had a little too much to drink,â Makki cooed, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.
You swore your lips were going to bleed with how hard you were biting it to hold back your moans, the coil inside of you tightening. Still, you wished his cock was thrusting in and out of you, your walls were squeezing him so hard, Makki swore he was going to cum with just how tight you were hugging his cock.
âStill a lightweight, I see...I guess some things never do change,â Mattsun chuckled to himself, sipping his beer as the rest chucked along with Hanamaki. âRight Makki?â
âI guess so?â Makki raised his brow, wondering if Issei had caught on to what he was doing to you. Plus if he does, heâs not going to spill.
Mattsun narrowed his eyes and returned his attention back to the conversation about Iwaizumiâs time in the USA.
âYou gonna cum for me?â He leaned close to your ear, your release near and the coil inside about to snap. You nod, hips bucking and moving on their own, the thrusts of his cock shallow yet still hitting that spot inside of you that will have you cumming in seconds. âIf youâre not quiet, I wonât let you. You know the rules.â
âBut H-Hiro,â you whimpered softly, when he wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you from moving.
âDude.â Mattsun turned his gaze towards his best friend. âLet her cum.â
You half expected Makki to pull out after Issei found out but he didnât, he remained buried deep inside of you.
Makki winced when he felt your walls tighten at Mattsunâs words, you were sucking him in and fuck, if you think this wasnât hard for him, it was but he liked to have his fun.
Mattsun took another sip of his beer, playing it coolly like he doesnât know. But he knew. He just had no business stopping the two of you...plus you looked so cute. Especially when your head angled up a little, eyes no longer hidden in your arms and accidentally meeting his gaze, your lips in an âoâ shape while you for a brief moment you saw white.
Your hips struggled to not shake from the sweet orgasm that finally rippled through your body, your face was even redder now since Issei knew...it was embarrassing. What would he think of you?
âSeems like you two still know how to have some fun,â Mattsun leaned forward, chin resting on his palm, lazily eying you and Makki with mischief. âHowâd you get her to do these things Makki? You sly, sly, dog.â
âNot my fault my baby canât say no to me,â he grinned.
âBet you teased her to death til she gave in huh?â Mattsun then turned to you. âI wouldnât be so mean if you had gone out with me, Y/N.â
âYeah right, youâd be fucking mean. Meaner than me,â Makki wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. âYouâd fucking make her cry on that horsecock of yours.â
You blushed even more at their lewd conversation and the talk of Isseiâs...you didnât want to think about it.
âCan you two stop talking like Iâm not here,â you muttered, collecting yourself and moving to slip Hiro out of you without earning any curious glances but he stilled your movements.
âBaby, keep me warm,â he quickly said, and you hated that you didnât protest, you just obeyed.
But Issei wasnât letting this go. He leaned forward, brows raised with amusement and lips twitching into a smirk.
âY/N, since when were you so obedient? You always had some bite in you. What happened?â
You were ready to do just that, shut them up with a quick-witted remark but you only squeaked, Hiro had rolled his hips upwards, his tip pushing against your cervix.
âIâll murder you both,â you gripped the edge of the table.
âWe love it when you threaten us, itâs cute. Just like the good olâ days,â Mattsun sighed with a smile. âAnywho, dude, remember that bet you lost.â
âWhich one?â
âMy point exactly...youâve lost too many.â
âOh, so youâre gonna use one of those wins now huh?â Makki caressed your thighs, speaking so casually with his best friend. âWhat do you want? If you want money, uh, youâre asking the wrong person.â
âLame...you know what I want.â
You sighed and tugged your skirt lower to cover your legs and the fact you were cockwarming your boyfriend in public.
âOh...â Makkiâs voice dipped, your walls clenching around his length, a shaky breath leaving him. His hands found their way to your hips and gave them a gentle squeeze as he flashed you a smile. A smile that screamed trouble.
âMakki...â you began.
âBabe. So...I promised Mattsun a threesomeâ OW!â
âYou. Cant. Just. Do. That. Without. My. Permission!â You squeaked, slapping his arm with your dainty hands that wouldnât do much damage really, in between each word.
Your sudden outburst catching everyoneâs attention, your cheeks heating up once more.
âOi, what did you do to make her angry?â Iwaizumi questioned.
âThis takes me back,â Oikawa sighed, the bickering between you and Makki, your boyfriend enjoying your cute and meek attempts to scold him.
You huffed until those two partners in crime gave up the idea and finally changed the subject. You had to draw the line somewhere right? There was no way Makki was going to convince you to a three-way with Mattsun...not that it was something terrible. Itâs the rumoured size of his cock that made you hesitant and if Makki knew that was the reason, heâd tease you to no end.
And yet, with a few words and hot heavy touches a few days after, you found yourself on all fours, choking on your boyfriendâs cock while Mattsun stretched your dripping wet cunt.
đ€·đ»ââïž...oops? had to add some Makki and Mattsun crackhead energy. Needed some shits and giggles haha anywaysss hoped yall like this drabble that turned into a ficlet.
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itâs monthly season || Hanamaki Takehiro
Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader
summary: itâs Y/Nâs monthly and with the aches of pains that comes with time of the month, Makki being the sweetest boyfriend and Y/Nâs number one simp, wants to make sure his babycakes is okay. A little too excited actually. But time of the month meant he had to tone the horny down...but when he comforted you, he didnât expect that thanks you blessed him with in return.
word count : 2.2k
contains : smut. some giggles. some fluff huhu Cute goofy Hanamaki, breast massages (heâs a tiddie man, big or smoll doesnât matter), oh and blowjobs.
a/n: so my own boobs were hurting at 2 am when i wrote this, so thatâs how the idea came up. Was supposed to just be fluff but ended being smut, because @babyoomiââ intensified my crush for this man. also testing a new layout for drabbles/thirsts posts like these.ANYWAYS enjoy some Makki fluff and smut, you can always expect both from this babie.
{Dedicated to @babyoomiâ }
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He was just watching tv with your head on his lap, his fingers combing through your hair when you began to toss and turn in your nap, softly groaning in frustration, your brows furrowing and lips jutting out as if in pain. Your little peaceful afternoon nap ruined by whatever it was you dreamt of.
But truth was, you werenât asleep. In fact, you tried to fall asleep but that didnât happen when sudden aches came and go, the discomfort being too much it annoyed you to no end. It hurts. Out of all the places, it could ache why there!? It was usually your back but now it was your breasts. Every month, every single fucking month, your baby box sabotaged you.
Hanamaki glanced down at you, your body curled into itself your arms wrapping around your knees, not really questioning your movements till he heard you sniffle. He knew that little meek sound anywhere.
âBabe, are you alright?â He quickly asked, strong arms repositioning you onto his lap before wrapping them around you, your face buried into his chest, feeling the tears from your eyes sting his skin through his t-shirt. âHey, hey,â he wiped your tears away with his thumb before tilting your head up gently by the chin. âLook at me, whatâs wrong?â
You opened your eyes and a part of Makki wished you didnât because your usual glowing wide-eyed gaze was now pleading and tortured with droplets of tears wetting your pretty lashes... Had he done something? Did the mug he broke this morning belong to your ancestor or some-
âIt hurts, Makki,â you whined childishly, then threw your arms around him and held him close as if the answer to your affliction was him. You clutched onto him for dear life, legs wrapping around his waist as you continued to softly sob and whimper at the discomfort you felt.
âWhat hurts?â He began to soothingly rub circles on your back but you only shook your head in embarrassment and continued to embrace him. âBabe, I canât help you if I donât know what hurts.â
You pulled back a little to look up at him, building up the courage to tell him where it hurts. Itâs not normal to tell him about these things...these were girl problems, he canât help alleviate them....besides it was embarrassing. Â Makki knew you were on your monthly and as usual, heâs a little bummed out of not being able to have the chance to jump your bones for a week or two...but what he didnât like was the unpredictability of the pain the time of the month would give you.
Makkiâs heart was going to burst with how cute you looked right now, with eyes equivalent to one of a lost puppyâs and your pretty lips in a pout, there was a slight blush on your cheeks, as you hesitated to tell him.
âIt hurts here,â you finally answered, placing your hand on your chest shyly.
His eyes widened. âYour heart hurts? Isnât that bad? Arenât you a little too young to have heart pain? Unless itâs not medical then did I do something wrong?â His words spilled so quickly from his lips your brain lagged to process them and you blinked up at him for a couple of moments before frowning, your mood suddenly changing.
âMy boobs hurt!â You finally exclaimed punching him on the shoulder. Your little tantrum was cut short when the ache came about again, making you whimper and slump against his body in defeat. âIt hurts.â You muttered, eyes closing as you tried to calm yourself, finding the eye of the storm.
Makki blinked a couple of times, staring into nothing, processing what you had just said. What does he do at a time like this? Before he could even think it, he said it.
âI could give them a massage,â
He was going to get smacked hard on the back of the head for that. Well, a suggestion was a suggestion. Makki waited for the pain but instead felt you move against him, and softly murmured.
âThatâs actually not a....bad idea...â
Like a boy on Christmas Day, Makki lit up. His head was yelling boobs over and over again like a chant. Call him a perv, he didnât care, he loved your boobs and the opportunity to touch them was one he wouldnât turn down.
âReally?! I mean,â he cleared his throat, erasing the excitement from them. âOh, um really?â
Rolling your eyes, you settled yourself on his lap, back leaning against him and your head resting on the crook of his neck.
âGo on, then,â you huffed.
âDonât say it like that...Youâre making it sound like some examination.â
âM-Makki,â you whined, hitting him lightly on the chest.
âOkay, okay, but donât get mad if I get a boner,â
âSounds like a âyouâ problem,â
âIâ,â he decided to bite his tongue and shut up. You were in pain, and he wanted to ease your discomfort, if he does get an erection he could just jerk off anyways. What mattered right now was you.
Slipping his hand underneath your shirt, he felt his cheeks burn as if this was his first time touching you. At first, he just tested their weight on his palms, side-eyeing you for any violent reaction before continuing, now cupping them in his hands. He held back a groan, you werenât even wearing a bra. God, he wanted to bury his face in your breasts.
NO! Makki! No horny thoughts. Horny be gone! Your girlfriend is in pain-But fuck, her boobs are so so soft.
A gentle hum came from you and you had begun to relax further into him, the tension fading bit by bit. His hands were warm and his fingers would gently squeeze your plumpness in a way that just made you sort of want to drift off to sleep.
âIs it helping?â He massaged them with utmost care.
âMhm.â It was helping. He was gentle and somehow applying the right amount of pressure to ease the pain...and you werenât going to lie, apart from it relieving the painful ache, you were slightly turned on? Meh, but sleep. Sleep sounded really goodâ
âMakki!â Your eyes shot open, staring at him wide-eyed while he looked at you with an impassive stare like he didnât just do what he just did it.
But the strawberry blond did it again, gently pinching your hardening nipples between his fingers and rolling them too, a smirk forming on his face when your brows furrowed in the way he knew so well whenever he did this in the bedroom.
Before he could do anything else, he continued to massage them normally then released his greedy paws from them, knowing itâll get a reaction out of you.
âHey, whyâd you stop?â You mumbled, sitting up a little taking his wrists to place them back on your chest.
âEh? It seemed like you were feeling better,â he chuckled. âBesides, uh...need to go to  the bathroom.â Makki glanced down at where you sat so comfortably on his lap, and you blushed when you felt his hardened cock poking through his sweatpants. You didnât want him to go. You were so comfortable in his presence...
âIâll take care of it for you,â
Was he dreaming?
âW-whoa, wait what?â He exclaimed, cheeks red as you lowered yourself to your knees and settled between his thighs, tugging at the hem of his sweats. âI can do it myself, babe. You donât have to! Itâs the time of the month you shouldnâtâ
His forced protest was cut off when your hand wrapped around his length.
âBut Hiro was so nice for taking care of me,â you cooed, before giving a sweet kiss on the bulbous tip that glistened and leaked with precum, your tongue swirled around it making him hiss.
Hanamaki glanced at you, wondering whether he should thank the Gods for your ever-changing mood during this time. You looked so needy, lips so wet almost drooling at the sight of his cock, and the kitten licks you were giving him while not breaking your gaze with his, drove him crazy.
âDoesnât Hiro wanna play?â You pouted, voice sickeningly sweet.
âBaby, donât tease like that,â he groaned, hips bucking up a little, craving the warmth and tightness of your mouth.
âI wonât be mean like Hiro is most of the time,â you giggled, wanting to thank your boyfriend for taking care of you and surviving your monthly. âIâll be nice and say thank you.â
Before he could say anything, you slid him into your mouth, moaning at the familiar taste of him and relishing at the way his cock twitched in your wet cavern.
âAh, fuck! Baby, thatâs it,â his fingers weaved themselves into your hair, losing his composure as you began to slowly bob your head up and down along his length. âShit, you like it huh? Like this cock?â
Your loving eyes blinked up at him as you hummed in response, the vibrations making Makki buck his hips up, tip reaching the back of your throat, tears wetting your lashes at the sudden force.
âAwe, you look so pretty like that,â his thumb caressed your cheek, still not ceasing your efforts to make him cum with your mouth. âChoking on my cock. Fuck,youâre so hot.âGripping your hair he pulled you off his cock, a string of your saliva connected to his tip, lips open and tongue lolling out as you breathed hard and heavy.
âH-Hiro didnât cum yet,â your dainty hand wrapped around his cock slick and wet from your mouth, gliding it up and down his length tightly.
âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he groaned before crashing his lips onto yours, tongue swirling around your own, sucking and kissing you so sloppily as you keep your grip on his length, moving up and down in a twisting motion that always made your lover cum before.
Makki moaned against your lips, your mind going dizzy as he dominated your mouth with his tongue, only to pull back as he neared his release. The familiar pressure at the base of his spine ready to burst any second now.
âFuck, Y/N, Iâm gonna come,â he hissed and immediately you took him back in your mouth, licking, sucking, and deep throating his cock.
Makki threw his head back muttering swears and curses as your throatâs walls tightened around him whenever you gagged on his cock.
âYou feel so good, baby. Iâm gonna cum. Fuck, gonna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours. Shit.â His breath hitched when a hand began to fondle his sensitive balls, making his hips buck up involuntarily.
Makki kept his gaze locked with yours, burning into the back of his mind the image of your lips wrapped around his cock, your watery eyes lovingly looking at him, and cheeks stained with tears whenever he thrust into your mouth. Yeah, this was love. He was definitely in love with you.
Waitâ did he just realize he loved you when you were giving him head?
Makki couldnât linger much on the thought when his orgasm washed over him like fast crashing waves, ropes of his cum released into your welcoming mouth and dripping down your throat.
âMhm.â Your eyes shut in bliss before him as you let his cock rest in your mouth a little longer, getting lighter on your tongue as he came down from his high before pulling away.
His chest rose up and down quickly, heavy-lidded eyes gazing down at you. You sweetly smiled at him as you intertwined your fingers with him and swallowed his cum, making Makki bite his lip. Shit, you really drove him crazy. You even opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to show him how you didnât let a drop go to waste.
Makki decided he was going to marry you. Period.
You placed a soft kiss on his softening cock before tucking it back into his sweatpants and stood up, a finger wiping the excess cum on the edge of your lips with the most innocent loving smile on your face as if you werenât just milking him with your mouth a couple of seconds ago.
âThank you for taking care of me, Hiro,â You giggled, combing your nails on his scalp, shiver effortlessly going down his spine. âBut please donât ask me to marry you after I give you head. That is not how we want to tell our friends you proposed.â
Did he say that out loud?
âYes you did,â you replied, walking to the small kitchen as if you read his mind.
Makki nervously chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. He mustâve been so fucked out because of how good you were at giving head. Fuck, if only you werenât on your period heâd fuck you into the couch.
âDo you want a beer babe?â You asked from the fridge.
He groaned, slumping into the couch. âI fucking love you.â
âI fucking love you too,â you giggled walking back to the living room, handing him a chilled beer and snuggling comfortably into his side, switching the tv on.
He draped an arm over your shoulders. This was what he loved about you, despite everything you guys do being so domestic, so normal, there was this underlying spark that he knew was forever. Itâs almost like those relationships heâd only ever seen in tv sitcoms. You were like the Robin to his Barney Stintson.
âIf you ever need me to massage your boobies again, Iâll happily do so babe.â Â He grinned, the hand draped over your shoulder groping your breast.
âDonât expect me to give you head every time,â you pinched his cheek, eyes on the tv screen but you could sense his pout.
âMaybe we can finally try anaâ
You struck his side.
âHORNY BE GONE!â
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would makki be at any point become jealous of mattsun during their threesome plays? or even concerned you might like mattsun better? maybe there's already some kind of bro code in place. makki needs to be protected!
I agree! Makki needs to be protected. I love that man. And I just want to give him the attention and lvoe he deserves đ
Most days heâs unfazed. Whenever he would come home to see you and Mattsun on the couch, watching tv, his friendâs arm draped across your shoulder the thought of how you two looked good together with arise. It wasnât jealousy? It was insecurity but heâd never admit that out loud. Being a part of the 4 seniors in Seijohâs line up, Oikawa and Iwaizumi shone brighter than he and Mattsun did, sort of embedded itself in his chest.
He and Mattsun were just âthe other twoâ. But on the court they proved to those people that they were more than that.
Heâs happy that you get along so well with his best friend. The three of you were the closest three friends could be without usually crossing the line that would lead to the occasional threesome. Hell, Makki didnât really care if Issei would walk into your shared apartment like he lived there too, and catch him fucking you.
But Mattsun and Makki know each other well enough to know when things bother them. Even if Makki doesnât say it, like you, Mattsun knows something is up.
There is a bro code. âCourse there is. No matter how more than platonic some of yours and Mattsunâs interactions may be, you were wholeheartedly Makkiâs. Mattsun made it a promise within himself to never kiss you on the lips. Never. The intimacy of a kiss belonged to only you and Makki.
In fact, Makki shouldnât worry about you liking him better when youâre madly in love with the strawberry blond.
But Makki needed that reassurance even though he doesnât say he does.
When those thoughts plagued Makki for days even though he shook them off as nothing, Mattsun will have you say you loved him.
Even if Mattsun was fucking you hard and slamming his thick fat cock into your sopping cunt, your eyes never looked at him the way you do at Makki ( much to his dismay). Heâd intentionally go rougher so that youâd beg for comfort from your boyfriend, beg for him to kiss you. To make him feel needed, loved and all that from you would soothe Makkiâs insecurities.
So, yes, at times Makki feels that way. Jokes about you leaving him for Mattsun and his horsecock but those thoughts are pushed aside when you tell him that you chose him, you dated him, you loved him.
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some soft cute Hanamaki thoughts before I pass out, itâs 3 am , I cannot
You blinked, lashes fluttering so prettily as you stared up at him, his breath caught in his throat. How was it possible to forget how to breathe? The wide eyed gaze and the soft gentle smile that accompanied it made his cheeks heat up, his cool crumbling.
âCan I help you Makki?â You titled your head a little to the side, the thin dangly silver of your earrings moving with you, their shimmer not breaking his gaze on you.
He usually didnât freeze up like this. He didnât. He was calm and collected but the moment he came face to face with you ( more like your face to his chest level), his words just got stuck.
âI...â he began, his deep voice making your thighs squeeze together, your heart thumping in your chest. Was he going to say what you think he was going to say?
âI like...um....â get a hold of yourself Hanamaki! Theyâre just words. You speak and say the most random shit all the time. But maybe thatâs why he was frozen, because this wasnât random, not something he could just blurt out and walk away. This meant something to him and hopefully for you.
He took a deep breath, collecting himself, while you beamed brightly at him with warmth and the patience of a saint.
âI just wanted to say,â he placed his hand on your shoulder, electricity coursing through your veins as your cheeks were probably hot to the touch by now.
Makkiâs lazy smirk curved further, relaxed confidence naturally exuding him once more, he had this in the bag. Well thatâs what he thought.
âI like you.â
But then the fear and consequences of you not feeling the same way finally hit him like a bus.
âYouuuurr face. I LIKE YOUR FACE!â
And that my dear friends, was one of Makkiâs many many many many many attempts of confessing to you. đ
I just know this man loses his cool when it comes to feelings, genuine feelings đ
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(Sorry for bothering!) I feel conflicted whether makki could pull off being the yandere type? For some reason I canât really imagine it cuz heâs so carefree and chill? I wanna know ur thoughts tho! Change my mind or something lol
Oh hohoho, I like a challenge. Ily for this đ
tw : yandere behaviour, manipulation, nsfw
Hereâs my question for you, what if that laid back and carefree exterior hid something darker? No one will suspect him of such possessive behaviour at all. Which was an advantage to him and also allowed him to have a sense of control over everyone.
-People would take the longing gazes with a soft smirk playing on his lips as nothing but him showing his interest in you, but what they donât know is that heâs thinking of how pretty youâd fall apart beneath him and just how far he could get into your head. Was it going to be easy? Was it going to be a challenge? Either way, he wanted you.
Once he does has you, heâs whipped. You have him wrapped around your finger. And sure heâd shrug off the advances and suggestive touches some of his friends would give you, itâs because they wanted they couldnât have. They couldnât have what was his and that just sends a shiver of delight up and down his spine.
Heâs the lovable, laid back, funny guy, everyone wouldnât see him as a threat. Your friends liked him in an instant but what they didnât know, was that their approval of him didnât matter. What mattered was whether he approved of them. Were they good enough for you? Were they worthy of your time that youâd give up for them and they stole from him?
Makki doesnât like it when other guys flirt with you and worst of all, when they do it in front of him. The audacity of some guys just makes them so punchable. And if those guys were you friends, you best bet that when youâre not around Makkiâs aura changes and they could feel it. The carefree and light hearted jokes didnât make them laugh nor feel comfortable anymore. But when you came back, all was well and those guys friends of yours probably think theyâre crazy for feeling such things. No, they donât pin it on Makki. Thatâs why he can get away with it.
Donât be surprised if some of your friends slowly start to drift away from you.
âF/N has been getting distant too,â you sighed and curled into his side for comfort, feeling a little hurt at your friendâs sudden change of heart. âThey keep flaking on me.â
âAwe, baby,â he cooed, repressing his smirk with a pout and wrapping his arm around you. He pressed a kiss on your forehead. âPeople come and go you know. Life gets in the way sometimes.â
He was right. You agreed. The gradual change of some of your friends distancing must be because as Makki said, life getting in the way. Still it stung.
He knew it stung. But thatâs good.
âDonât worry, baby. Iâm not going anywhere. They can leave all they want but Iâll be here.â
His words soothed the ache in your heart, in fact, removed it completely.
âWeâve got each other,â he said but what he actually wanted to say was âYouâll only ever need meâ. But youâll realise that soon enough.
You think that necklace and charms bracelet were just merely accessories that he gave you? No. To him they were signs that you were his. A collar disguised in the form of a sterling silver chain with his initial. What made him smile was how proudly you wore it everyday. Never even took it off. He particularly loved how it rested so elegantly on your collarbones and just as much as he loved watching it move and bounce when he fucks you.
So thatâs just some penny for your thought hee hee have a I changed your mind? ( if I didnât itâs fine đ€Ł I had fun writing this and ahhhh I love the idea of itÂ
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Hanamaki Takahiro x Milf!Reader
summary: being a wife and mother was difficult, even more so with a husband who would come and go due to being busy. Your little âgetawayâ only being times when your son is at school and your husband was in the city. It was hard being the pretty and dutiful housewife all the time. It was summer and you were going to enjoy it regardless of the little time you had to yourself. But first of all, you need to get the pool cleaned.
cw: dubcon, lactation kink , cheating, infidelity, age gap ( reader is 27 and Makki is 21)
wc: 3.5k
a/n: I wrote this so long ago, I forgot the theme was summer getaway đ€Ą but I tried to make it fit in a way? Afsgshjd anyways itâs an honour to be apart of this collab by @delirieum !!! Itâs my second to date too!!! đ„șđ also went for the colors of the collab post!!! Hehe so itâs in theme and sync with it huhu i hope yâall enjoy this hehe
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A yawn escaped him at this little get-together by the pool, the childrenâs laughter and the parents chatter just background noise while he and Mattsun tried to get through this ordeal. A pool party that their parents dragged them to because everyone was bringing their kids. âMom Iâm twenty one now,â he had huffed the night before but like all sweet loving mothers, she replied with, âYouâre still my little Takahiroâ, topped off with a pinch on his cheek. So here he was. And naturally he had brought Mattsun along to suffer with him, their moms telling them to watch over the kids by the pool.
âDude, this party blows.â
Mattsun joked, nursing the juice box in his hand that a little girl had given him. âCanât we just slip away? I mean weâve been here for the required time, not too long and not too short, this is the perfect time to ditch.âHe tempted with a smirk, keeping an eye on his little brother and sister in the kiddie pool, floaties around their arms to keep them afloat.
âThe barbecue is good though,â Makki uttered, opening his can of peach soda. âPlus, it isnât so bad.â
A chorus of cheers and greetings sounded from where the parents were, the husbands by the grill and the wives sat around the white picnic table that slowly began to be decorated with food with each arrival. By the sliding back door of the Shimazakiâs house, entered the youngest mother in the neighbourhood. Hanamaki couldnât help the way his body sat up from the pool chair to listen in to the grown-upâs conversation.
âY/N, you made it!â Mrs. Hanamaki exclaimed with glee, clapping her hands. âYou look fantastic!â
âWhereâs Kisumi? Oh! Little Hayato has grown taller!â Mattsunâs mother squealed, waving excitedly at the five year old, his round floater around his tiny hips, eager eyes looking out at the pool.
âKisumi is out of town, he has important business in Tokyo,â you smiled sweetly. âOh but he did send desserts from Tokyo.â You showed them the expansively wrapped box from a popular bakery. âThank you so much for inviting us.â
âMama, pool!â Hayato bounced impatiently on the balls of his feet, tugging at your skirt. âPool! Pool!â
âI guess it isnât so bad,â Mattsun straightened up, like Hanamaki ogling your form. Not just them definitely, some of the husbands were guilty of eying you too, the young wife of a successful, busy businessman.
âI hope you donât mind if I swim with Hayato and cut the talk short for now. Heâs been excited the whole car ride here.â
They didnât mind, the mothers praised you for your dedication as a mother while the men couldnât stop staring as you set your tote bag on one of the pool chairs, right across where Makki and Mattsun had been sitting. Smart little Hayato had begun to dip his feet at the shallow end of the pool while you untied the pink summer skirt and blouse to reveal your body hugged by a modest yet skimpy black bikini.
âShit,â Makki hissed, eyes drinking up every single inch of your body, stopping at your belly that was still a little bit plump from having given birth to Hayato. Nonetheless, still very desirable.
You gathered your hair up to the top of your head, tying your loosely in a bun, unaware of how the male gazes on you were watching the way your breasts jiggled every movement you made. The way you carefully entered the pool to join your son, wetting your skin and the thin bikini fabric that now stuck onto you like a second skin, nipples poking through the fabric.
âIs it me or has she gotten hotter?â Mattsun wetted his lower lip, gaze piercing through the clear water to see the fabric of your bikini bottom disappear slightly between your ass cheeks.
âIt should be a sin to be that attractive,â Makki groaned, feeling his throat dry and his mouth water at the same time, not able to tear his eyes away from your full breasts. They were definitely bigger. They looked heavy too. Makki wouldnât be opposed to holding them for you if it became too much for you.
âOh, Hiro and Issei! Itâs so good to see you both!â You made your way to them, smiling at the two handsome young men. âHow sweet of the two of you to be here for your siblings. Howâs college?â You leaned on the edge of the pool, the two boys becoming red in the face, your cleavage on full display.
âItâs all good, Ms.Y/N,â they beamed back at you, boyish grins both unsure if they wanted to keep a conversation with you. If they did itâd be harder to not be caught undressing you in their minds and wondering how those soft, full mounds felt beneath their palms.
âI donât want to be that person to ask for favors in events like these but,â you carefully treaded, turning around so that you can watch the children play with your son, splashing around the water without a care in the world. âHiro,â
Makkiâs heart jumped at the use of his first name, a nickname even.
âYour mom told me you used to clean the pools in the big houses in the neighborhood for some extra cash,â you turned your head slightly, giving them a view of your profile. âIf you wouldnât mind coming over some time I would pay you extra even just for the service.â
Hanamaki played the scenario out in his head. Replays of the porn heâs seen before flashing before his eyes, the request you made making his throat dry. Mattsun too couldnât tear his gaze from the exposed skin of your back, eying your shoulder blades and the thin string of your bikini tied into a ribbon. He nudged his best friend, knocking him out of his trance.
âIâd be happy to lend a hand,â Makki quickly blurted, warmth spreading in his chest when your eyes met his as you smiled thankfully up at him.
âArenât you usually in Okinawa during the summer?â Mattsun leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs, a charming smirk playing on his face.
âOh,â you paused, the sinking feeling youâve been trying to ignore creeping up again. âWell, that was the plan. But my husband needed to work and Hayato is being sent to some summer camp. I honestly was a little nervous about wearing this swimsuitâŠitâs something I wore when was younger but it was the only one I have here. The others are in our beach house in Okinawa,â you murmured, readjusting the straps a little conscious.
âYou look great, Ms. Y/N,â Makki complimented, not missing the way your cheeks flushed. He meant what he said. He really did. Heâs had the biggest crush on you ever since you moved in during his final year in Seijoh.
âThank you boys,â you giggled. âBut please drop the Ms. Weâre friends arenât we?â
They nodded, both of them feeling the rush in their veins caused merely by your attention.
âI heard from Iwaizumiâs mom heâs doing well in California, and Oikawa is in Argentina! Even though Iâve only known you boys for a short time, I canât help but feel just as proud as your mothers.â You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the meek motion and the sweet, heartfelt words making them melt before you.
âYouâre too sweet, Msâ I mean, Y/N,â Makki tried to brush off, his cheeks probably as red as cherry but anyone would mistake it caused by the heat.
Mattsun and Makki stayed throughout the whole gathering.
The sun had begun to set, a warm orange glow touching everything around them as the kids were being dried and dressed inside the Shimazakiâs house now. Makki stood behind the kitchen counter, a glass of water in hand watching you, Mrs. Shimazaki, and his mom talk on the couch in the minimalist all-white and cherry wood living room. You had changed into a white summery dress, thin straps and a neckline that came inches below your collarbone, low enough to flaunt your swelling cleavage that sent Makkiâs imaginations into overdrive.
The way the fabric clung onto you snuggly accentuated the curve of your breasts and waist where a white ribbon was tied before it flowed loosely all the way down to your knees. Makki couldnât stop the way his cock twitched the longer he stared, hardening each second the more he indulged in his thoughts. Thoughts of his mouth latching onto your swollen breasts, rolling his tongue around the stiff peaks of your sensitive nipples and sucking on them, maybe even lapping and tasting your milk while he gropes and fondle the soft pillowy flesh.
A twinge of jealousy began to spread in his chest. Your husband was a lucky man, and he was envious of him. He was rich, well off and had a stable job, and to add to that he had you, a goddess of a wife waiting for him to come home and warming his bed. He wondered about the faces youâd make when your tangled between the sheets, moaning and being filled with cock. How it would sound when you cried out his name, how hot your skin would feel against his, and how sweet youâd taste. Makki wanted that. He wanted you.
Makki tugged the crotch of his shorts, trying to hide and relieve a little bit of the tightness against his cock. It felt impossible to tear his eyes from you but he should. You were older than he was, married to someone who gave you a comfortable life and loved you. He didnât want to come in between the perfect life you had created with your husband. Plus, you seemed so content. The perfect mother. The perfect wife.
Your eyes met his, catching his gaze that wasnât on your face but lower, on your bosom. It was so inappropriate and yetâŠhis attention made you feel, desirable. Something you havenât felt in a long while. Your cheeks grew hot beneath his stare trying to busy yourself with brushing your sonâs hair but when his eyes finally were able to lift from your chest and onto your face, his breath caught in his throat.
He swallowed thickly, not sure if he should look away at this point and cover it up with a smile. Something about the slow bob of his Adamâs apple as he looked at you with lust filled eyes and rosy pink blush on his cheeks, you offered him a warm, comforting smile. It made him feel more guilty, like a pervert.
Makki looked away and struck a conversation with Mattsunâs dad and Mattsun, talking about the latest affordable and eco-friendly car models. Distracted by this, Makki couldnât shake the feeling that you were still looking at him. But that couldnât be, right? He was probably just imagining things and kept telling himself that it was impossible. You were happily married. Right?
âY/N-san is hot as fuck,â Mattsun whistled, the two of them strolling down the neighborhood after dark, on the way home. âSheâs not that older than us either. Sheâs 27 from what Iâve heard. And after having a kid, sheâs still a fucking babe.â
Makki agreed wholeheartedly, feeling less guilty about his lustful conscience, that at least he wasnât the only one who saw you that way.
âDo you still have a crush on her?â
Mattsun was responded with silence and the chirping of crickets and grasshoppers. He sighed and placed both his palms on the nape of his neck, stretching as he continued walking.
âYou remember the time Y/N came over to Oikawaâs house with her homemade cookies when the team was having victory dinner?â
âYeah, Toruâs mom made sukiyaki,â Makki hummed, the memory a fond one.
âThe whole team found her hot. So youâre not alone.â Mattsun grinned. âSheâs like the only milf in the neighborhood soâŠâ
âHey donât call her that,â Makki nudged him in the side.
âAm I wrong?â
Makki was silenced once more, blushing as he recalled the sight of you today. Issei wasnât wrong. Itâs just that term was taboo wasnât it? Along with all his thoughts too. It wasnât just taboo, it was plain wrong. He had stared at you like a hormonal teenager seeing breasts for the first time and you had caught him staring.
âKeep it in your pants when you go clean their pool alright,â Mattsun teased, smacking Makki on his ass before jogging ahead to avoid getting slapped back but his best friend chased after him, their yells turning to laughter till they were glared at by the grandmother next to Makkiâs house.
âI could hear you and Issei from across the neighborhood,â his mother had chuckled when he entered, stood by the kitchen counter putting the leftovers in the fridge.
âSorry mom,â he shrugged, hands deep in his pockets.
âItâs alright. It takes me back,â she laughed, closing the fridge door. âCan you believe that Y/N is only six years older than you are?â
Makki couldnât believe it either. How someone as young as you was a beautiful wife and mother already. He remembered your soft tummy beneath the summer sun, skin glistening from the pool water, glittering like some fertility goddess. Feeling himself get hard again, he excused himself and quickly headed upstairs to his room, quietly locking his door.
Sprawled on the duvet, the silence of the house became louder, his little sister fast asleep and mom quietly working away downstairs. His feet hung over the end a little, having grown a couple more inches whilst in college. He rubbed his face a little, wracking his brain on how he was going to function when he came over to your place whilst telling himself over and over that his fantasies were just fantasies, and that he didnât feel your eyes on him in the Shimazakiâs house.
He chanted âitâs just a part-time jobâ, ânothing is going to happenâ and âIâll be in controlâ, over and over as he made his way down the street, the houses becoming more modern and bigger as he reached the higher, hill part of the neighborhood.
Makkiâs palms had been sweating seconds before he even stood by your door after letting him in through the gate through the intercom.
âThank you for coming, Hiro,â you chirped, opening the front door, his eyes immediately looking you up and down, blushing at how high the hem of your cotton shorts was and how snug your long sleeve shirt was on you.
âGood morning,â he greeted back, remaining silent as you guided him through the house, passing the very large living room that looked out at the garden where the swimming pool was located.
He wasted no time getting started, kindly accepting your offer that if he should need any refreshments youâd gladly serve him some. Heâd be lying he wasnât glancing every now and then through the big window of a wall that looked into the living room, watching you as you prepared your son for that two week summer camp, swallowing the lump in his throat as he thought about how heâd be left alone with you once the driver arrives. Youâd be alone for two weeks.
âBaiii baiiii Makki!â Your son waved at him, the sound pulling him from his train of thought. He waved back, watching as the little boy skipped his way to the front door with you trailing behind in those cute little shorts.
BUZZ. BUZZ.
The vibrations made Makki almost drop the net he was holding, cursing to himself as he stole a glance at his phone. A message from none other than his best friend.
âKeep it in your pants okay? If notâŠgive me details later.â
Ass, Makki snickered to himself.
âHiro, itâs going to rain,â your sweet voice spoke from behind him, catching him off guard, phone slipping from his hand and into the water. You screamed at the boxy device sinking to the bottom of the pool. âIâm so sorry! Iâll get you a new one. Oh no, Iâm so sorry Hiro.â You knelt by the edge of the pool, an apologetic pout on your face, reaching your hand into the water to try and salvage it.
âI-itâs fine! Hey, be careful!â He dashed to you before your body could come in contact with the water, pulling you backward with such force he stumbled and fell onto his back, your own body flush against his.
Groaning, he opened his eyes only to be met with your glossy lips and wide timid eyes, inches away from him and he couldnât, no matter how hard he tried, ignore the softness of your breasts pressed up against his chest.
âHiro, Iâm so sorry,â you murmured, flustered and scrambling to get off of him, stuttering when you felt an all too familiar hardness against your crotch. Makki panicked at your widened eyes, detaching yourself from him as if you had been touched by fire. âI-Iâllâ you have a scratch on your knee. Iâll go get you a band-aid!â You scurried back into the house, leaving him stunned and unblinking, and with a semi-hard cock.
In an uncomfortable silence as you retrieved the first aid kit, Makki found himself sat on the sofa in your living room, bewildered and screaming internally at how soft you felt against him and how good you smelled. He was stiff and avoiding your gaze the whole time you treated his knee. And it didnât help that you were kneeling on the soft carpet, tapping on his joint with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. While his brain thought of something else.
âDid you hurt your back?â You asked him. âI feel awful that I caused you so much inconvenience.â
Had you always been a klutz? He wondered.
âN-no itâs fine. Itâs just a scratch and itâs just a phone. None of it is your fault, Ms. Y/N. I shouldâve been more careful,â he reassured you, hoping his words would remove your guilt-ridden, worried expression, and trying not to get turned on with you being this close.
âIâll get you a new phone, I promise.â You swore, placing a band-aid on his now disinfected gash. âThere we go, all done.â A small triumphant smile adorned your face, his heart almost jumping out of his chest when your lips kissed his little wound.
His breath hitched and his eyes were wide.
âOh! Sorry! Itâs a habit. Whenever my son gets boo booâs Iâd kiss it to make the pain go away,â you shyly looked down, telling yourself how wrong it was for you to have done that and that it could make Makki assume the worst of you.
âYou apologize a lot,â Makki tried to break the tension, rubbing the nape of his neck as you moved to sit next to him on the couch. âAndâŠthe kissâŠmade it feel all better.â He muttered the last part softly but you had heard it.
Giggles bubbled from your chest. âIâm glad.â
The rain you had told him about began to pour, the heavy droplets crashing outside on the fresh lawn and water, creating a thousand ripples. With the sudden change of weather, you had asked him to help you prepare tea in the kitchen to ward of the cold.
Conversations with you were easy, you laughed at the littlest things and got interested in not-so-exciting anecdotes of his, it was cute. But when your back was turned towards him and when youâd move about the kitchen looking for the tin of biscuits to go with the tea, he noticed you wincing and placing your palm on the small of your back.
He wondered if you were okay.
âI-Iâm fine,â you replied with a forced smile. You werenât fine at all, he could tell.
You were trying to hide some discomfort and it became more evident when he sat one seat away from you on the couch, sipping his tea.
âAre you sure? You seem to be in pain, Ms. Y/N. Should I call your husband?â He didnât want to call your husband, he wanted to be alone with you even more.
âNo need for that,â you quickly responded, your cup of tea untouched and only warming your hands. âItâs embarrassing to sayâŠâ
âItâs not embarrassing if youâre in pain. Iâm actually a little worried,â he laughed nervously, trying to meet your shifting gaze.
You took a breath. âMyâŠchest. I-It hurts.â
Chest pain?! âDo you want me to call an ambulance or something?â
âNo, itâs nothing like that!â Your voice got higher, waving your hand to dismiss his initiative. âIâ,â your tone softened, placing your cup on the coffee table, hands folded on your lap. âI still breastfeed HayatoâŠand it hurts a little thatâs all.â
Makki swallowed, eyes on your plump breasts. âOhâŠâ
âI did feed him before he left but he didnât really drink muchâŠâ
âPumping the milk out makes it better right?â
âYeah,â you blinked a couple of times at him. âHow did you know thatâ
His hands moved before he could think, cupping the soft mounds, feeling their weight against his palm, and mouth-watering at how pillowy and squishy they felt.
âH-Hiro!â You squealed, your hands wrapping around his wrists as his large hands groped and massaged your breasts, guiltily finding relief with his touch. âW-what are you doing!?â
âJust wanted to help you, thatâs all,â he replied, eyes glued on your tits, desire stirring in his lower belly. You werenât even wearing a bra! How was he supposed to stop?
âD-donâtâhey! Wait!â
He pulled down the hem of your blouse, tits spilling out, bouncing freely and nipples puffy, he couldnât help but play with your sensitive nipples, pulling and rolling the peak, the sensation shivering down to your cunt.
âS-stop that,â your voice was breathy, chest heaving and back arching when he played with them a little too harshly. âHiro, please stop. This isâwrong!â You protested, denying over and over how good it felt. âDonât be so rough with them.â
Not listening to your pleas, he pushed you to lie on the couch not giving you enough time to think as he latched his mouth on your mound, hot tongue flattening against the stiff nub before he began to suck. You squirmed and whimpered beneath him, trying to fight off the young man who pounced on you. But he was much bigger, tallerâŠstronger. It was futile. The way he suckled at your aching breasts brought you relief, melting away your resolve.
âH-Hiro, if you keep sucking like that, m-myâŠâ before you can even say it, relief washes over you, sweet milk spilling on Hiroâs tongue, the man groaning at the taste as you shiver. His other hand made sure your free breast was getting attention too, massaging the heavy flesh, squeezing and pinching your nipples, your milk trickling from the stimulation.
âYou taste so good,â he moaned, mouth full on your tit, his cock now straining against his jeans.
âWe shouldnât be doing thisâAhâyou shouldnât,â you tried to string together but you were too lost, too sensitive to his touch, pleasure easily clouding your mind.
âBut donât you feel better?â He released your breast with a lewd pop, beady eyes darkened with lust looking at you. To make his point, he pushed your breasts together attempting to take both leaking nipples in his mouth, sucking harshly, a moan breaking through your once bitten lips. âIt hurts when theyâre too full right?I can help with you that. Since you were so nice to me, I wanna be nice to you too.â
Logic was thrown out the window and his conscience was replaced with the whispers of the little devil on his left shoulder, telling him that you wanted this, that he should take his chance to fuck the woman that kept him up at night, pumping his cock to the thought of you.
âH-Hiro,â you mewled, pressure building in your core, ashamed and embarrassed that you were getting turned on, that you were close to cumming just with the way he lapped at your tits.
One hand slithered down your abdomen, to the place that you havenât been touched in for a long while, the place that had undeniably become damp with arousal. Under the fabric of your shorts, fingers pushed your underwear aside, proving your protests to be useless.
âAre you getting turned on by me milking your tits?â He teased, squeezing your breast harder, milk spurting into his open mouth. He licked his lips as he began to rub circles on your clit, fingertips gliding so easily. âYouâre so fucking wet. Didnât know you were such a slut, Y/N-san.â
âDonât t-talk to me like that,â you turned your head away in shame, walls clenching around nothing at the delicious feeling of his fingers toying with your clit.
âYou have such pretty tits, so heavyâŠso full of milk,âhe groaned, now sucking on your left breast.
Two digits slipped inside your aching hole, a soft moan leaving you and bouncing off the walls of the living room. His fingers scissored and curled inside your gummy heat, leaving you a panting mess and even having you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing him further into your chest.
âI-Iâm gonna cum, Hiro. If you donât stop, I-Iâll cum,â you whined, hips bucking and grinding into his hand.
He only hummed, continuing to suck on your breast, pumping his fingers faster in and out of your dripping cunt. Feeling you clench around him, he quickly slipped his digits out, vigorously rubbing your swollen clit, a lewd cry erupting from you as you came all over his hand, soiling your underwear and shorts.
You fell back into the couch, limp and trying to catch your breath, mind in a haze as your thighs and hips trembled from your orgasm. Your fogged brain tried to string together what had happened, inner thighs slick with your cum and breasts tingling from pleasure. Floating in cloud nine, you didnât notice Makki pull your shorts and underwear down and him removing his own clothes.
You were in your own world and Makki adored that hazy, fogged look in your eyes. Your lips were parted as you panted, brows furrowed as your body processed the shock of pleasure he had caused. Well, he wasnât done with you yet.
Staring at the heaven between your thighs, he licked his lips, the taste of your milk and the sight of your throbbing pink cunt clenching around nothing, made him feral. If he had a little more self-control, his face would be buried in your pussy, fucking you with his tongue till your thighs squeeze around his head. The ache of his cock was painful, it needed attention. It needed to be in you.
âIâm sorry, Iâm doing this Y/N. But I just canât help myself,â he spoke, voice deep and laced with desire.
He settled himself between your thighs, kneeling before you as he rubbed his length against your folds till he was coated with your slick before letting the tip catch at your entrance, the sensation bringing you back to your senses. Your palm pressed against his chest, a look of shock and rejection on your face.
âD-donât. We canâtâah!â
In one swift motion, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning when he felt your walls constrict around him, tip nudging against your cervix, your back arching.
âFuck!â He hissed, grabbing onto your breasts as he slowly pulled back, relishing the velvety hot grip of your walls around his cock, even stealing a glance to get a good look at your hole stretched around his girth.
Issei was not going to fucking believe him. He wished he had his phone with him right now, so that he could take a picture, hell even a video of you letting him fuck you.
The scrape of his cock along your walls was intoxicating. All shame left you, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, the guilt of taking another cock other than your husbandâs melting too quickly with each thrust.
âH-Hiro,â you whined, body jolting whenever his hips met yours, the pace fast, cock kissing your cervix over and over.
âFuck, I dreamed about this for so long,â he groaned, folding forward, mouth latching onto your tit, hips unceasing of their desperate rut into you. The sweet taste of your milk on his tongue was like an aphrodisiac, he couldnât stop his hips and he was filled with nothing but the thought of filling your cunt till you were dripping with his cum. âYou feel so fucking good.â
âHiro, s-stop! Too rough. Please, slow down,â your voice was high pitched and your words were cut off by pants in between.
âYouâre gonna cum arenât you?â His lips left your breast, white milk leaking from your puffy nipples. Makkiâs eyes met yours, the glossy dilated look in them along with your parted lips where the sweetest squeaks and moans left them, made him go faster. Gripping your hips, he began to pull you down to meet each of his thrusts, groaning and moaning like a dog in heat and using your pretty pussy as his fleshlight. Your walls were clamping down on him tighter and tighter as he assaulted that spongy spot inside of you mercilessly, cries of pleasure and incoherent babbles being all you could manage.
The sound of your heart drumming in your ears and the moans leaving the pussy drunk man before you was all you could focus on, everything else other than him was blurred. You couldnât believe you were enjoying this, itâs as if his cock was made for you, it was too good. The obscene squelching from your cunt sucking him in would attest to that. His toned chest was painted with splatters of your milk when he groped or squeezed your breasts too hard, and his chin had remnants of them too. Not even your husband has done what he has.
His name began to carelessly ring out throughout the house, your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him to your chest, holding onto him. You could feel it. The sensation that you had been deprived of for months due to a busy husband, the core tightening, intoxicating feeling of reaching the edge.
Makki was close too but he wanted to make you cum first, he needed to. Latching on to your left tit and giving it a harsh suck, forcing a flow of your milk to shoot on his tongue, made your walls clamp down around his cock, so tight he had to stop moving as your hips bucked and trembled erratically. Warm wetness sprayed and coated his cock and his lower abdomen, your body limps onto the couch, panting heavily, trying to catch your breath.
âYouâre such a slut, Ms. Y/N,â he purred, licking his lips, fingers playing with your already over-sensitive nipples. âYou squirted all over me from getting fucked and having your tits milked.â He slowly continued to roll his hips again, your release making it easier to slide in and out. âHas your husband ever made you cum like that? When was the last he even touched you?â
âD-donât talk about him please,â you whimpered, gummy walls getting scraped by his cock again. âHiro, stop. Iâm too sensitive.â
âIâm not done with you yet,â he smiled softly, ignoring your words as he continued the pace he had before, making it hard for you to conceal your cries and moans of pleasure. There was no way, you told yourself, there was no way you were enjoying this. You were happily married to Kisumi and have a son with him who you love and would do anything for, but Takahiro was different from him. The way he made you feel was different. Why did he feel so good?!
He pushed your thighs to your chest, reaching deeper and easily brushing your g-spot again, which had you shivering. As your body bounced from the piston impact of his hips made against yours, you couldnât help but admire how handsome he looked. Soft pink hair matted on his forehead, dark brown eyes warm with lust, and freckled cheeks pink as he chased his release.
âFuck, I canât get enough of your pussy,â he growled, words youâve never heard from your not so vocal husband. âYouâre so hot. Fuck, Fuck. Fuck.â
You didnât know what possessed you to say what you did. Maybe a part of you deeply wanted it. But a wife who loved her husband dearly, the words that left you were traitorous.
âCum inside me, Hiro,â you placed your palm against his cheek, his eyes shooting up from your cunt to meet your eyes. All hazy yet honey glazed. âGo ahead,â you smiled, sweetly, the look of pure desire in his eyes making you fully succumb.
Hips stuttering and the pressure in the base of his spine tightening, he leaned forward to capture your lips. The first time he had ever kissed you. His tongue sloppily tangled with your own, the taste of your breast milk lingering on them. He kissed you. He kissed you with such passion that filled your chest with warmth and your cunt tingle with something more than pleasure.
His guttural groan was muffled by your connected lips, his hips stilling. Hot, spurts of white, shoots into your womb, the sensation making you softly moan and deepen the kiss with Makki, legs locking around his hips to make sure he emptied himself completely inside of you.
Makki was floating on fucking cloud 9. The sweet eureka-like release and the way your cunt was milking his for all his worth made him collapse on top of you, cheek planting onto the soft pillowy flesh of your breasts. He was breathing just as hard and heavy as you were, limbs tangled with one another, a sweaty mess of the soft plush couch. The loud downpour of the rain crashing on the roof and the yard provided a calming aura to both of you as you both came down from each otherâs high. The rain being something that muffled the obscene noises you two had made, and if anyone looked into the yard or just the structure of your house, no one would know what had happened.
Arms falling limp beside you, Makki moved to pull out, not wanting to discomfort you with his weight. You sighed when his cock slipped out of your cunt, his eyes glued to the excess white that dribbled out.
You giggled sultrily, your own fingers moving to your pussy, feeling his hot release at your entrance. âYou came so much, Hiro.â
Your words made him blush. The feral sex crazed man he was a couple of seconds ago, gone.
âI better clean you up, Y/N.â He stuttered, realizing what he had done, all the reason and logic he didnât listen to now crashing down on him like a boulder.
Makki moved to go to the laundry room for a towel but you gently grabbed his wrist, not letting him go.
âDid you really dream about me like this, Takahiro?â You asked him, body glowing from post-sex bliss. Just like that he felt himself become the stuttering and blushing eighteen year old boy he was when he had first met you.
âIâ,â he hesitated. But he had nothing to hide. Not after this. âYeahâŠâ
âI didnât know you had a little crush on me,â you teased, pulling him back to sit down on the couch. âDid thoughts of me make you hard?â You moved closer to him, your other hand wrapping around his semi-hard cock.
He winced at the sudden contact, moaning when your silky palm glided up and down his cum slick shaft. Makki was shocked, your sudden change of demeanor making him freeze up. And yet, his blood was pumping with excitement in disbelief that his fantasies were becoming true one after the other.
He nodded at your question, a cute little pout forming on your glowing face, heart racing when you crawled onto his lap.
âAnd you had to deal with it all by yourself?â You cooed with sympathy, kissing his cheek and rubbing your cunt along his cock. Makki quickly nodded again. âAwe, poor, Hiro.â You sweetly embraced him. âIt mustâve been painful.â His cock was rock hard again, ready to bury itself in your cunt. The hardness pressing against your inner thigh gave you a boost of confidence. The desirable feeling he made you feel with just his lingering gazes now something you were addicted to.
âDo you want me to make it all better?â You kissed his cheek, his hands gripping your hips and guiding you along his cock, the stimulation of him gliding between your slit and on your clit making you softly moan in his ear.
âWant you,â he choked out, lifting your hips up a little so his tip caught at your entrance. âI always wanted you.â He confessed, groaning when you slowly lowered yourself on his cock.
âOh, sweet, sweet, Hiro,â you purred, resting your arms on his shoulders and looking at him, his cute desperate expression making your core clench. âYouâre such a good boy arenât you? Always so good to me and to think you have wanted me all these years. Such patience.â
You let out a lewd moan, cock buried to the hilt again, Makki was itching to fuck up into you and make you cry his name out over and over again, till you tell him that he fucks you better than your husband ever had. But you were so entrancing, he was strung along with every single word you said, wondering if he had broken you. Wondering how the woman he was faced with now was the same clumsy, elegant, demure housewife everyone believed you to be.
âDonât you think good boys should be rewarded?â You rolled your hips, his grip tightening on them, the slow tantalizing movement making him lose all those years of patience.
Switching your positions, he had you kneeling on the couch, your hands gripping the backrest and ass, revealing your soaking cunt that was painted with his cum. His hand struck your rear, a gasp leaving you at the sweet pain that bloomed. Without warning he roughly sheathed himself into you, his upper body pressed against your back, his lips pressed against your ear.
âThen Iâm going to claim four yearsâ worth of rewards.â
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summary: people are never really what they seem to be with first impressions. You shouldâve known better. If you had, you wouldnât be in this situation. Wouldnât have been afraid of him. Wouldnât be losing your virginity to himâŠ
cw: bully!Makki, noncon, dubcon, coercion, non-con video taking and photo taking, manipulation, gaslighting, fingering, loss of virginity, degradation, oral ( male receiving)
words: 4.8k
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part 2 here
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Breaking out in a cold sweat during the day had become a daily occurrence, everyday you felt as if your blood ran cold, watched and followed as if you had the tip of a knife held against your back or as if you had a collar around your neck with a chain to yank and pull you form freedom. You didnât know how it came to this. How you ended up in this situation.
As a young teen in high school, you had no problem getting along with everyone, you kept your head low enough not to garner too much good or bad attention. You were just there and no one really minded you. You werenât a complete outsider for sure, you were always invited for parties, gatherings, and outings but youâd kindly decline and thank them for the offer, opting to focus on your studies to get into a good university.
And you did. You got into your first university choice and had graduated high school not completely unknown and not too popular. You were friends with everyone, treated everyone kindly, and listening to people with an empathetic heart. So, how did it come to this?
âDonât keep me waiting, hurry up,â he drawled out, voice deep and bouncing off the small enclosed darkroom of the storage room on campus.
âHanamaki-san,â your voice quivered, uttering his name striking you with fear and intensifying your trembling. It was a miracle your knees havenât given way, especially with how close he was. âPlease, I-I donât want to do this. Please donât make me.â
Makki was never really the bullying typeâŠwellâŠtill he met you. Till the moment he saw you across the lecture hall during introductions, timidly saying your name and bowing politely for the whole class, your knee-length white dress and cute light blue cardigan screaming innocent. But not as loud as it screamed, virgin. You were just so cute. He couldnât help but enjoy the way you reacted with his light teasing at the welcoming party, unable to look him in the eyes and keeping to yourself whilst pretending to drink the mix of alcohol in your red cup. Well, you couldâve avoided drinking all night was it not for him, making his own concoction. A sugary sweet drink that he knew a first-timer like you would be able to take.
âThis might be more to your liking,â he said, handing you a new cup, replacing the cup you had held for an hour that removing felt as if something was out of place. âDonât worry thereâs not much alcohol in it, mostly cranberry juice.â
You had thanked him then, murmuring his name, a sweet rendition of it before taking a sip of the scarlet red drink, nose not even scrunching at the subtle hint of alcohol. Well, he told you it was just a little but your drink was basically watered down vodka with lots of cranberry juice.
With that he got you to open up but after several more sips till only a quarter of your drink was left, you were leaning against him, eyes struggling to stay open, lashes blinking so confused and cute, Makki was hooked. Since he was with you all night, the girls you came with were tipsy enough to tell him where your small apartment dorm was and even praised him for being such a great guy for escorting you home. Hanamaki shouldâve left you on your bed and locked up for you, but with the way you laid there softly mumbling at how hot it was and peeling off your cardigan, the one with the little daisies sewed in the hem, revealing your heaving chest beneath your cute flowery dress, he couldnât help himself.
Makki remained at the foot of your bed, dark eyes scanning your form, drinking in the skin you always hid. Your skirt had ridden up dangerously high and the thin straps of your dress were slipping off your delicate shoulders. So immersed with your entrancing little display, he was tempted to crawl on top of you to kiss the unmarked skin of your neck, to smell the scent of your perfume, and to feel the warmth of your skin on his. But that was too easy. He wanted to feel the same rush in his veins when youâd fluster with his jokes and teasing, the very same rush he felt earlier when he had urged you to drink, the unsure look in your eyes mixed fear making his cock twitch in his jeans.
So he decided to prolong his fun as long as he could. Whipping out his phone, he took a video of you stripping before him in a drunken stupor. A souvenir for him for his late-night endeavors. A video that had brought you into this lovely situation. Lovely for him. Not so much for you.
âCâmon, baby, donât be like that,â he cooed, reaching out to place his hand on your waist. Though your back was facing him, he could feel how you trembled and could imagine the ashamed look on your face. âI donât have a lot of time till my next class, so just bend over and let me see your cute little pussy.â
His lewd words made you shiver, your nails digging into the flesh of your palms. âYou donât want me to share the video with anyone else donât you?â
You quickly shook your head, wondering what he meant by âanyone elseâ. Had he shown it to someone? His friends? The image of his best friend flashed before your eyes. The humiliation was making your chest tighten, you could feel the hot tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you held them back.
âGo on then,â he lets go of you, stepping back to sit on the chair.
Shaky hands lifted your skirt, the trembling getting worse when inch by more inch of your was being exposed to the cold air. You bit the hem between your teeth, thighs pressed together as you show him your clothed core and his eyes gleamed with delight at the mere sight.
âTake them off,â he commanded. You turned around and slowly bent over to not lose your balance, providing him the view he wanted as you shimmied your panties down to your ankles before placing your palms against the wall to keep you steady. His breath hitched while you shivered at the cold breeze against your naked folds. âFuckâŠgive them to me.â
âB-But I still have classes for the day,â you blurted out, turning your head a little to look at him, wishing you didnât because your eyes easily caught sight of the outline of his cock in his slacks.
âThatâs not my problem,â
âHanamakiâ,â he rolls his eyes and teased the pad of his middle finger at your entrance making you cry out.
âKeep it down why donât you. I thought you didnât want people to know,â he tutted, gathering the slick that had begun to drip from your pussy the more he caressed you down there. âAre you enjoying this?â
âIâ,â you were about to protest loudly but you quickly softened your tone. âIâm not.â
âThen why are you getting so wet?â He hummed, spreading your arousal to your clit, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves, cock aching to be freed from his pants when he saw how your legs buckled. You were too cute being all sensitive like this.
âI donât want this,â you whimpered, hoping that denying it over and over would make your body stop reacting to his touch and not give him the satisfaction that he was actually making you feel good.
âYou say that but your pretty pussy says something else,â Makki chuckled.
His touch left you and you breathed out a sigh of relief, if he had continued going like that, you wouldâve cummed.
Reclining in his seat, he spreads his legs, getting comfortable as if to watch a movie or a show. âSpread your lips for me baby, and touch yourself. Make yourself cum.â
âW-what? No! Thatâs,â your voice grew small.
âItâs what?â His tone shifted.
âItâs humiliating.â
Makki sighed, taking out his phone. âGuess I have to show the school how much of a slut you really are and that you arenât that prim and proper after all.â
âNo! Makki! Please, anything but that!â You begged, falling to your knees before him, your hands balled into fists by his feet. âW-Why?â You sniffled. âWhy are you doing this?â You were crying now, unable to stop the stream of tears that fell from your eyes.
He let out an exasperated breath, leaning forward and wiping your tears away with his thumb, adoring the way you cried so prettily because of him. âDo I need to have a reason?â
His words confused you and didnât help to calm you down, especially when he pulled you up onto his lap, spreading your legs and hooking your feet around his calves.
âWhat are you doing?!â You struggled against him, a hand groping your breast through your bra while the other traveled south.
âGonna do what I asked of you for you, I shouldâve guessed you wouldnât know. Have you ever even touched yourself?â Your cheeks bloomed with heat at his words and your wriggling stopped, knowing that it was useless to fight back.
âIâI haveâŠ,â you shyly admitted, wanting to opt for touching yourself rather than him touching you like this. You hoped he would change his mind. âIâll do what you sayâŠâ
âItâs too late for that now, youâre on my lap already anyways,â he dismissed your words, fingers finding your clit once more and rolling the nub between them, whistling at how wet you had become. âNo one has ever touched like this havenât they?â
You shook your head, walls clenching around nothing, the growing feeling of the need to have something inside of you becoming stronger.
âGood,â he purred. âBecause this pussy is mine.â He slid two fingers into your tight hole, his hand on your breast squeezing tighter as your back arched off him at the sudden intrusion in your chaste walls.
âMakki,â you cried, trying to pry his hand off of you. The lewd squelch of your cunt and your pants filled the room. âStop thatâahh!â
He thrusted his digits deeper, reaching places you couldnât, reaching that sweet spongy spot inside of you that had your toes curling and your resolve crumbling. He picked up his pace, curling and scissoring his fingers relentlessly, you could feel your wetness drip down your hole to your ass.
âSuch a dirty girl, making such a big mess,â he teased before latching onto your neck, kissing the soft skin and nibbling at it to leave marks. âYour walls are sucking me in. Do my fingers feel that good?â
Softly panting and moaning, your head bobbed up and down against your will, too lost at how his fingers filled you up better than yours could. You shouldnât be enjoying this. Even though you had a small crush on him before the party incident, this was wrong. What he did to you, what he was doing for you, it was fucked up. The times he made you trip over your own feet and sarcastically say sorry, how he would spill his water all over your blouse or dresses so that he could see the fabric cling to your skin and your bra and the constant pinning you against the wall or between the high shelves of the library to whisper the nastiest things in your ear. So why? Why were your walls clamping around his digits as the heat inside you exploded, the striking wave of an orgasm washing over you?
âFuck,â he groaned against your ear, the deep guttural sound making your pussy throb as you cum all over his fingers. âHoly shit, you squirted. Fuck thatâs hot.â
You slumped against him, light headed and trying to catch your breath, trying to ride out the high he pulled from you. Dazed out that you didnât realise how his grip on your breast was gone and had been replaced with his phone, capturing the footage of him toying with your cunt till you came.
You hated him. You hated the way he made you feel, how he broke your moral compass. You didnât think itâd escalate like this, you thought all the times he stole you away like this in the middle of the day to have alone time with you was enough for him.
But it wasnât.
Maybe you should be thankful that he held you in his arms after that, waited til you caught your breath before getting up and readjusting your clothes for you, shoving your panties into his pocket before he smacks your ass playfully.
âSame time tomorrow and Iâll meet you later after classes, alright?â He glanced at his watch. âShit, Iâm ten minutes late to class. Youâre gonna have to pay for that later Princess.â Was all he says before he leaves you in standing in the middle of the storage room, your slick running down your thighs, neck hot and aching from the kisses he left there and disheveled.
You felt numb for a while till you felt the remaining sparks of pleasure sparking from your core. Your fingers slowly dipped between your folds, whimpering at how slick your cunny was and shivering at the contact, fear blooming in your chest. Fear of how your body came undone with his touch, how your body betrayed you.
Tears threatened to fall from your eyes again but you pushed down the overwhelming thoughts that slowly swallowed you, and began to clean up the room before leaving it.
You shut the door behind you, the hallway wouldâve been eerily silent were it not for the other students leisurely leaving their lectures or rushing to one. Readjusting your cardigan and your bag, you turned around to make your way to the one class you didnât share with Hanamaki, finding relief to have some moments of peace on the way there. But too lost in your thoughts, you collided with another student. You hurriedly blurt out an apology, eyes widening at your clumsiness.
âMhm?â The person hummed in front of you. You glanced up at who the victim was only to have the sudden urge to sidestep and walk past him. âYouâre Makkiâs girl right?â
Your breath was trapped in your throat, your mind scrambling to find an answer or way to get out of the situation as you stood there frozen, craning your neck up at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
His full brows were raised in an unamused expression but a small smile played on his lips, the type of smile that Hanamaki had given you the first time you met. They surely canât be the same right? His eyes dropped from your shaken expression to your neck, a small chuckle leaving him at the sight of the blooming hickeys on your skin. Your hand instantly covered the area, your cheeks growing hot. You averted your gaze and quickly shuffled around him, walking hurriedly to your next class with one hand weighing down your skirt behind you.
Issei bit his lip as he watched you scuffle down the hall, already having an idea of what has gotten you all bothered and ashamed. Makki was right, you were cute when youâre all flustered but not as cute as the video he had sent to him. Girls like you were hard to come by nowadays. So innocent, untouched by any man, and naive.
His best friend was gonna have so much fun with you he was almost jealous but, he knew when the time was right when Makki has sunken his teeth into your pretty little neck heâd be able to join yours and his best friendâs little play dates.
Burying his hands in his coats pocket, he continued his way to the courtyard, humming and singing softly to himself a little nursery rhyme as he takes out his lighter and pops a cigarette between his lips.
âEenie, meenie, miny mo, catch your kitten by her toes, if she screams donât let her go,â
Seated in your class your phone buzzes, Makkiâs name lighting up in your notifications. You gulped and glanced around you, the students focused on the lecture and the professor pointing at his presentation. You had to reply, it was bad not to with Makki. Stealthily, below your desk, you checked the message only to muffle your gasp with your hand.
On your screen was a picture of his hand cupping your pussy, your thighs glistening with slick. You couldnât believe he had recorded that. Your lip trembled as you bit back sobs that wanted to escape from you.
Your phone buzzed again. A message this time.
âStill can remember how warm your pussy was against my palm. Iâll pick you up after your class and weâll go to your place to chill. Want to see you work your pretty mouth on my cock and take my cum.â
âAwe are you crying?â He cooed as if he cared, your vision blurry from the tears that fell from your eyes, throat constricting around his length that he had begun thrusting relentlessly into your mouth, not caring for your comfort. You drooled and choked around his cock, the taste of it foreign to you and the weight of him heavy on your tongue. His balls slapped against your chin drool dripping down your chin as he moans and cusses at how good you were making him feel.
You had to admit, he looked pretty like that. Head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed and lips parted as he focused on the sensation of your mouth, sucking and working your tongue the way he wanted.
But he was too rough.
âFuck! Iâm gonna cum. Open your mouth,â he ordered, cock slipping out of your entirely, his hand wrapping around his length and tapping his cock on your cheek to hurry you up. You caught him taking out his phone once more, recording you on your knees naked and obediently parting your lips for him. His fists his cock fast, a low guttural groan scraping his throat as strings of white shoot from swollen pink tip of his cock messily into your mouth, hot cum splattering on your cheeks and dribbling down your chin. âGood little fucking cumslut. Fuck.â
The salty-sweet taste lingered on your tongue as you helplessly look up at him, into the cameraâs lens, mouth still agape not knowing what to do next. His hand released his cock and gripped your chin instead, squeezing your cheeks almost painfully as he stared down at you with that look in his eyes that made you afraid of him.
âSwallow.â
You did as he said, letting his seed rush down your throat and even opening your mouth again so you could show him how there was none left, he heartily laughed at the notion.
âWhat a dumb fucking slut. You like the taste of my cum, Hm? Wanna be my little cumdump?â Makki seethed, tapping your cheek harshly as you sniffle and whimper at his feet. His words were so degrading and yet each one made your clit throb. The conflicting emotions were overwhelming you couldnât help but cry.
He sighed. âWhat a fucking cry baby.â Scooping you up in his arms, he sat by the headboard with you on his lap, hands caressing your body almost lovingly. You thought it wasnât over but instead, he just held you. Sure he was scrolling through his phone now but you were still cradled in his arms. What did this all mean?
âLook at ya,â he moved his phone to your gaze, your fucked out expression making you bury your face into his chest out of shame and embarrassment. âPretty little whore.â
Rewatching the video, you could hear the slurping and gurgling sounds of him fucking your face, his moans making your nipples harden against his chest and Hanamaki noticed. The video was getting him hard again, it was easy to anyways cause it was you. Snaking his hand down between the two of you he cups your breast, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers and harshly tugging at them.
âMakki,â you mumbled, clenching your thighs together. You werenât sure why you had uttered his name like that. Was it to protest? To urge him on? You didnât know and you didnât have much time to think as Makki was quick to lay you on your back, caging you beneath him so he could suckle and play with your sensitive tits. Each tug and lick around your nipples caused your cunt to ache and throb, wanting to have some attention down there as well. But you canât. Youâve never slept with anyone before.
His tongue flattened against your nipple before rolling around it again, sucking as if he was trying to milk you. Makki cherished the way you wriggled and whimpered beneath him, he could see the way your brows knit at his ministrations, your lips part to pant, and your eyes close. He was waiting for you to moan, to moan wholeheartedly for him, he wanted to hear your voice that you usually muffled and kept from him.
His other hand snaked down to your throbbing core, fingers tips skimming teasingly on your apex before slotting his fingers between your lower lips, middle finger finding your clit and massaging it the way he knew would drive you mad.
âHaâŠhanamaki,â you breathed out, your belly growing hot with need.
âWant me to stuff my fingers inside your needy cunt, isnât it? I know thatâs what you want,â he growled against your tit, toying with your clit, cock throbbing at how wet you had become.
âWanna cum,â you mumbled softly, hands gripping his shoulders, hips bucking into his hand, the shame you had felt earlier melting from his touch.
âWhat did you just say?â Makki was taken by surprise. That was probably the first time heâs ever heard you like that, so needy and honest. He needed to hear you again, needed to hear filth spill from those pretty pink lips of yours. You whimpered and whined, grinding down against his hand, eyes glossy and panting for release. Heâs never seen you like this.
Makki smacks his palm against your cunt, your thighs shaking from the impact and the stinging making you moan instead of cry. Your head was spinning.
âWanna cum, Makki, please,â you stuttered out, eyes closing at the friction you were receiving with the way your hips betrayed you. âPlease make me cum.â
âIf thatâs what you want and since you asked so nicely,â he pulled away, a broken whine of disappointment leaving you at the sudden loss of his touch. Your eyes snapped open wondering why he stopped touching you and a part of you wish you didnât.
Knelt between your legs, he had his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, tip pink and leaking with precum. âW-whatâŠâ your throat went dry, your tongue poking out as if it wanted to taste his cock again. âWhat are you doing? You canâtâno way!â Your thighs threatened to close when he shifted closer, close enough so that the underside of his cock rested against the slit of your mound before rocking back and forth languidly, catching your clit and rubbing the nub.
âFuck,â he hissed, the feeling of your cunt against his cock enough to drive him mad and he could see how your little hole was clenching around nothing. He adjusted his cock so that the tip could catch at your entrance making you whimper.
âS-stop that! I canât!â You sniffled, eyes wide and glaring at the bulbous head of his cock pressing against your entrance. His hand slid up the back of your thighs pushing them so that your knees were by your ears, exposing your glistening cunt even more, embarrassment making you shiver. You were never actually prepared to take his cock, you didnât think itâd get this far. But apart of you hated and yet didnât mind losing your virginity to Makki, and the very conflicting thought of it was making your eyes tear up again.
âI know youâre a virgin,â he teased, pinching your waist as he slowly rocked back and forth again, enjoying the view of his length slotted between your pretty lips. âIâll be gentle.â
âW-what makes you thinkâŠIâll believe you,â you whimpered, lip trembling as you tried to hold back your tears and pent-up emotions. You know you shouldnât talk back to him like this, who knows what heâll do but you couldnât help it. You had seen him in a different light before he started acting like this, started bullying you. âYouâre so mean to meâŠit hurts. I donât know what I did to make you hate me this much.â
Makki froze. You got it all wrong.
âYou think I hate you?â His voice softened, yet it was grim. You kept your gaze away from him, scared to look him in the eyes. âHey, look at me.â You couldnât. âYou asked me to make you cum. Iâm being nice right now by actually obliging your request sweetheart.â
You pouted in defeat, his words making you feel as if you were the bad person in this situation.
âPlus, I can see your cute little hole clench around nothing, just begging to be filled,â he leaned close to your hear, the pad of his thumb massaging your clit before he kissed along your neck, marking you as his. âI donât hate you, baby.â He positioned his cock at your entrance, a shiver of excitement running down his spine at the way your breath hitched at the sensation, your nails digging the flesh of his shoulders. âIf I hated you, I wouldnât be thinking of you every single day, fucking my fist at the mere imagination of you when Iâm alone and even hang around you. Would a person who hates you do all that?â
You didnât know, you couldnât fathom it not with how the head of his cock popped inside your tight hole, crying out at the slight burning feeling. âMakki, it hurts!â
âShh, itâll go away, itâs like that. Donât worry baby,â he kissed your tears away, the sudden gentleness, the almost loverâs care he was giving you, making your heart flutter when it shouldnât. âYou feel so fucking good,â he moaned prettily, his cock sinking further into you, stretching your chaste walls.
Your arms wound around him tightly for comfort, burying your nose into the crook of his neck. âHiro, c-can feel you inside,â you whimpered, breaths, hot and heavy.
âYeah? Feels good, doesnât it? To have my cock stretch your Virgin pussy?â No coherent words could form and slip from your tongue, not with how the pain dulled into something dangerous, having you agree with the lewd words he rasped in your ear. âTold you so.â
âHiro,â you obscenely moaned, a sound you never thought you were capable of. The use of his first name made him groan and press into you even further till he bottomed out, exhaling heavily, his handsome feature contorted in pleasure. His light strawberry blond hair matted and clinging onto his forehead, brows knitted, and eyes drunkenly looking into your eyes as your walls pulsed around him.
With the way he looked at you, you would believe that it was the way two people in love looked at each other and that maybe he really didnât hate you. He was being generous by being gentle during your first time, and you almost felt thankful. The warmth of his skin no longer felt like spiders crawling on your skin, it felt welcoming and safe, a heat that you wanted to be enveloped in for as long as you can. Was this really the same boy who teased you till you cried and blackmail you?
âH-Hiro,â you murmured softly, almost so sweetly.
His forehead pressed against yours, his breath fanning over your lips as he satisfactorily hummed,
âGood girl. I knew youâd be a cock hungry little whore,â his harsh words made your lips tremble once more, the urge to cry resurfacing. âIâm gonna fuck you till your leaking with my cum for days. Gonna breed this pretty little cunt.â
âD-donât say that,â your cheeks heated up in shame. Was that how someone who loves another person speaks to someone they loved?
âToo crude for you?â He chuckled deeply, drawing his hips back to glide his cock out of your hot gummy walls and slowly sink back in again, making you moan the stretch of your hamstrings long forgotten. âBetter get used to it princess, you belong to me now. Youâre mine and mine alone. If anyone asks, Iâm your boyfriend.â
âW-what about meâŠwhat am I to you?â You panted, trying so hard not to get overwhelmed with how delicious his cock felt dragging along your walls but it was futile.
âI told you already. Mine.â
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Matsukawa Issei x f!reader (ft. Makki)
summary: ( post time skip ) He loved to tease you. Didnât matter when, where or why. He just wanted to. He loved you of course but he also loved how needy you become after pushing your buttons which was so easy since you were such a crybaby. But he loved that too. It was supposed to be another normal night out with friends but for some reason, he felt particularly meaner tonight.
warnings : pwp, mean dom!Mattsun , mean dom!Makki, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic, slight degradation, cuckholding, breeding kink, fingering, public setting, car sex, spanking , overstimulation, blowjob, kinda mind break? kind of birthday sex cause itâs like before his bday
words: 5.5k
a/n: so yeah, this came about because it was Mattsun day, so I just had to write it. Supposed to be a Mattsun centric fic where heâs just being a mean dom, but I just had to add Makki to the fray cause idk theyâre like a packaged deal asdfghjkl anyways! enjoy lovely people!!! this just proves that my recent obsession are these twoÂ
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Leg bouncing underneath the table, you glanced at the clock in the other end of the bar and sighed when you saw itâs barely been fifteen minutes since you got here with your boyfriend and his fellow tall towering friends.
Heâs been at it for 5 minutes. It all started with his hand on your thigh, thumb caressing the smooth skin and him making a side comment about how short your skirt was but obviously, he really didnât mind it, it was convenient for him.
Your body jolted when he sped up his massages on your clit, your lip between your teeth as you held back a moan. You kept trying to swat his hand away but Issei was adamant about playing with you while he hung out with his friends.
Issei moved the fabric to the side, the cold air blowing against your now exposed folds but the coolness quickly disappeared when his warm fingers slotted themselves between them, collecting your embarrassingly quick arousal and spreading it all over your pussy.
You shifted in your seat, thighs shutting close but Issei threw down at you a look of disapproval that sent a shiver down your spine and you, obediently inched your thighs apart while his sharp gaze softened and a small smile formed on his face, the lighting hitting his features in all the right places.
âAs I said, this woman, right, made me forget who on earth Shakira was,â Oikawa concluded, a wistful smile on his face at the memory and drink in hand. âHer hips did not lie.â
âIf she was so great what was her name?â Iwaizumi threw a curveball at him, directly striking Oikawa whose nose scrunched up as he tried to remember her name. Hanamaki chuckled, his chin resting on the palm of his hand and lazily rolling the liquid in his glass around, the banter between Oikawa and Iwa never ceasing even after all these years.
âIssei,â you softly whimpered, your fingers clutching the lapel of his coat.
âAre you okay Y/N?â Hanamaki suddenly asked, all their eyes on you now.
Mattsun grinned at your wide-eyed expression, like a deer caught in headlights. Your pink cheeks could be easily taken as an effect from the half-empty glass on the table.
âOh...Iâm just a littleâahâ,â your breath caught in your throat, Isseiâs thick fingers stuffed in your cunt.
Makkiâs brows raised, warmth rising up to his cheeks at how that little exclamation sounded far from innocent. Was it just him who heard that? Or...
âSheâs probably had too much to drink,â Issei played it off like nothing. Like he wasnât pumping your tight plush walls with his scissoring fingers. âYou could never hold your liquor.â He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
You only nodded, burying your face into Isseiâs arm, praying that they donât catch on to your boyfriendâs antics.
âGosh, you two make me so jealous,â Makki whined, ruffling his own hair. âYou guys are just literally everything I want in a relationship. The last girl I went out with kept bringing up how I should get a stable job. We didnât last more than three months. But the sex was great.â
âWas the last part really necessary?â Iwaizumi raised a questioning brow, on his second round of beer while Makki gave him a deadpan look.
âY/N is a bit of a pillow princess really,â Issei spoke so casually.
âWe can tell,â the three of them said in unison making Issei laugh heartily and you blush even more. You would usually try to defend yourself but you couldnât think straight with how Issei was thrusting his fingers in and out of your drooling cunt.
âAlways needs me to do everything for her, donât I, baby?â He cooed but it was far from reassuring.
You tried to throw him a glare but it immediately melted into the expression he knew so well, pinched brows and your lips parted, tongue almost poking out of them, and your sweet eyes having that pleasing look to them.
âIsseiâs being mean,â you muttered, hiding your face behind his shoulder.
âAm I?â He pulled out abruptly only to give a harsh slap to your pussy, making your hips writhe. The chatter from around and the bass of the music that pumped through the bar easily hid the sound of his smack that almost made you cum.
You were definitely going to get spanked when you got home if you say anything further, he might even make you count each slap and make you start again if you missed one.
âBut sheâs a good girl, just like she always has been since high school,â Issei added his eyes on his friendâs expressions that were far too curious about his sex life with you. âPlus, she gives immaculate head.â He praised proudly, fingers resuming to soothingly rub your aching nub.
Makki groaned in frustration, head falling onto the table as he threw a little fit. Whilst Oikawa gazed at you in a way he did back in the day, the way where he wanted to have a bite of you too but Issei had beat him to it. Iwaizumi on the other hand was red in the face and was looking away, drinking his beer in an attempt to make his silence less awkward.
âWell I canât agree with you till I experience it,â Oikawa lightly joked but his tone was far too serious.
âIs that so?â Issei then turned to you, his lips against your ear, whispering but loud enough for only his friends to hear. âHear that baby? Oikawa here wants you to suck him off. What do you say?â
âIâll give you a good time, Y/N-chan,â Oikawa sang with a competitive smile.
âChoose wisely,â Issei lowered his voice, rolling your clit between his fingers.
âJust want Issei,â you let out, voice barely above a whisper as your hips began to hump against his hand, to stuff his digits deeper inside you but he had abruptly halted his ministrations.
âWhat did you say, my love? Could you say that a bit louder? Couldnât really hear you,â Issei teased, teasing your entrance by barely letting his fingertips inside.
âI only want Issei,â you said louder, glazing your eyes at Oikawa who had an all too knowing look on his expression and you felt your heart drop.
Heâs caught on. He knew what Issei was doing.
âYou sure, chibi-chan?â
âOi drop it Shittykawa,â Iwaizumi intervened seeing the vulnerable expression on your face like you were on the brink of crying.
âY/N,these two idiots are just teasing,â Makki reassured, reaching for your hand on the table and giving it a gentle squeeze, offering you a comforting smile.
You wished he didnât do that because you had an iron grip on his hand now as Issei plunged three digits into you, his pace unrelenting. The stretch didnât hurt, it was far from being painful, Isseiâs cock was still a challenge even after being together for so long but you knew he loved that. He loved it when you whined and cried at how big he was, how he stretched your little cunt, and how you could feel him nudging against your womb.
âAre you okay?â Makki asked again, his concern making you feel guilty. âTheyâre just teasing. Just like back in the day. Donât mind it.â
âSheâs more than fine,â Oikawa butted in a sinister grin on his face. âItâs just the alcohol isnât it, Y/N-chan?â He giggled. âI donât understand why you always drink with us when youâre such a lightweight.â
âTrashykawa, I swear to god if you donât shut your pie hole Iâm going toâ,â Iwa grumbled like a beast ready to pounce and Oikawa immediately stiffened, raising his arms in surrender.
âIwa-chan!â He whined.
âYou two I swear...â Makki sighed, his hand still holding yours and rubbing soothing circles on it.
âCum all over my fingers,â Issei whispered in your ear seductively, grinning at how your legs were opened wide for him now compared to how it was a while ago when you were trying to close them to stop him. âWonât punish you when we get home, I promise. Iâll be nice and give it to you nice and deep. Youâd like that wouldnât you?â
He said all this in the midst of Oikawaâs and Iwaizumiâs bickering and you nodded quickly, all coherent thoughts out the window and a pool of heat boiling in your core as you thought about later. You wanted exactly what he said. You wanted his fat cock to stuff your cunny full of his hot cum.
âGood girl,â Issei kissed the crown of your head with a proud satisfied smile. âGo ahead and cum.â
You never understood how your body always followed his commands. Everything about you just craved for him and it showed when your walls clamped around his fingers, and your legs attempted to snap close as you came.
Panting over his shoulder and shivering from your orgasm, so lost in the bliss of it, that you had completely forgotten that you were holding Hanamakiâs hand who winced at how tight you had gripped him.
Issei smirked at his best friend and the strawberry blond whose eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets because he knew that smug look all too well, choked on his drink. Makkiâs knee brushed against your own and you flinched, sensitive to anything and everything that would come in contact with your body. Makki knew that you did that after se-- How did he know that? Oh well, thatâs because he picked up on it after several times of coming to yours and Isseiâs place with his own key late at night. He noticed that every time you two went at it, youâd wince and your smile would falter when Issei or he touched you.
Makki gulped. âIssei you sly dog,â he telepathically sent to the dark brunette with a glare. But he wasnât gonna lie, he wanted in.
âIssei, can we go home...â you mumbled, batting your lashes at him pleadingly.
âYou shouldnât have drunk too much, baby.â Issei lightly chided, tapping your nose lightly.
âSorry...â you stared down on your lap, pulling your skirt down.
âItâs okay, man. You two can go home. She already seems out of it,â Iwaizumi spoke up, ignoring the tension at your shared table. âCan you drive?â
âYeah, donât worry about me, Iwa. Worry about Makki, whoâs gonna freeload off of me again and not pay for gas.â Issei threw a look at Makki who still held your hand that you squeezed gently for comfort. Your boyfriend removed his coat and draped It over your shoulders as the two of you got up, Makki following suit and sandwiching you between them protectively.
âIâll pay for gas this time,â Makki uttered, paying his share for the drinks while Issei paid yours and his tab.
âAwee, the fun was cut short,â Oikawa pouted. âThatâs okay. We can all hang out again at Mattsunâs place soon.â
âOh? Yeah sure,â Mattsun shrugged. He didnât really mind and if he was in a good mood, maybe heâll let you suck Oikawa off just to prove how much of a good girl you were for him. Besides, heâll be off to Argentina soon.
âSee you later guys,â Oikawa waved as the three of you stepped out of the bar and onto the parking lot, the cold mid-autumn air making you wish you had worn tights.
You went to open the passenger seat, wanting to curl up in its warmth but Issei stopped you.
âSit in the back with Makki,â he commanded with a kiss to your forehead before sliding into the driverâs seat, not even allowing a millisecond for you to protest.
You did as he said and stumbled a little in your heels but Makki was there to catch you should you fall.Â
The car ride was almost silent were it not for the music on the radio softly humming. Head resting against the headrest, you rubbed your thighs together and shivered slightly at the dampness of your underwear that had become cold, a mess that Issei had created. You wondered if Issei would be gentle tonight...or be rough and mean, either way, you didnât feel less loved.
âHoney,â Mattsun called out, eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel, you were just about to drift off to sleep.
âHm?â You made a sound, alerting him that you were still awake.
The lamplights that he drove past by flickered against your bodies and lit up spots in the car momentarily. Issei switched off the radio. He only ever called you honey when he was going to ask something of you or was in a particular mood that you could never predict but half of the time it lead to sex.
âYou okay, dude?â Makki piped in, his fingertips that were tapping his thigh to the music still tapping a steady rhythm.
âHoney, could you do me favor?â
You softly rubbed your eye, Issei watching you through the rearview mirror, heart melting at how you almost appeared to be like a lost puppy but with the will and eager to please.
âSuck Makkiâs dick.â
Your eyes widened and your lips quivered, cheeks turning a bright shade of red. âW-what?â
âGo on, baby. Arenât you going to be good till we get home? Donât make me ask twice. Wonât give you what you want later if I do.â
Just like that, your dainty fingers were fumbling over the buckle of Makkiâs belt, the strawberry blond frozen in his spot not quick enough to respond to what was happening.
âY/N, you donât have to!â He blurted out, heels digging into the car floor and trying to back away from you despite his cock hardening with the mere brush of your fingers.
âDonât worry, dude, itâs fine.â Issei brushed off stopping at a red light. âShe wants to. Donât you Y/N?â
Tugging the hem of his trousers down, your dainty hand wrapped around his growing erection, swelling with every passing second. His head was thrown back as his breathing became ragged.
âDo you not want me, Hiro?â You asked him so innocently, fingers unmoving but still wrapped around his throbbing length, and you felt your walls clench around nothing.
âNo. Itâs not thatâ,â he stuttered when he felt your gentle warm breath on the head of his cock.
âDonât be shy Makki. I know you thought about this countless of times.â Issei chuckled, shifting the gear. âBesides, you donât want her to get punished do you?â
There was a small squeak from you when the word punished slipped from his lips and you leaned forward, Makkiâs cock slipping past your lips and into your mouth.
âAh fuck!â Makki hissed, his fingers tangling with your hair not sure whether if it was to stop you or urge you further down his length.
âSheâs good isnât she?â Mattsun hummed, feeling himself get hard at the sound of you eagerly giving Hanamaki head. He can imagine how your tongue must be swirling around him and how you hollowed your cute cheeks as you tried to take him further down your mouth till his cock hit the back of your throat, moaning at the feeling rather than squirming away when you had first started to learn to give head.
âAh, shit. Shit, fuck! Just like that,â Makki uttered, hips jutting upwards into your throat and hissing when your it tightened around him when he did. Through heavy-lidded eyes he did a quick look over at you, getting turned on even more, to see your hand between your thighs, playing with your cunt as you bobbed your head up and obediently, his gaze lingering on the glistening slick between your inner thighs.
âGood girl.â Mattsun praised, thumbs drumming on the steering wheel, excited to get home and have you begging beneath him like a bitch in heat to fuck you hard into the mattress till you were begging to be filled with his cum. His smile dropped when he saw your hand between your thighs and immediately one hand left the steering wheel to smack your behind, making you cry out around Makkiâs cock.
âDid I say you could touch yourself?â He tutted, squeezing your rear and slapping your ass again, the stinging pain spreading through your skin.
You pulled away from Makkiâs cock, knowing heâd get mad if you didnât answer, allowing the strawberry blond to catch his breath and catch a glimpse of the string of your drool and his pre-cum, connecting from the tip of his cock and your lips.
âNo...â you embarrassedly reply, your hand retracting from your aching and throbbing cunt.
âThen why did you do it?â Another resounding slap bounced off the carâs interior, your fingers clutching on the fabric of Makkiâs pants, tears wetting your lashes and streaming down your cheeks.
âOi, Mattsun--,â
âBecause I need daddy.â
Makkiâs eyes shut at the way that nickname rolled of your tongue so sweetly. Heâs heard you cry and moan it out through the walls but it was muffled, and right here right now was the real deal, and it was twisting his desire.
âYou need your cunt stuffed so bad huh? Little slut.â His words sliced right through you but it only heightened your arousal.
ââMânot a slut,â you sniffled, your hunger for Isseiâs touch and your ache for release overwhelming you. Hanamaki wanted to wrap his arms around you to comfort you but he was a bit hesitant to intervene between you and Mattsun.
âI bet you wanted to have Oikawa too hm? Lied right in front of my face that you only wanted daddy but I bet you wanted him to fuck you. Greedy little slut.â
âI wasnât lying,â you whimpered pathetically. âI only wanted Isseâdaddy. I did as daddy said.â Your lower lip jutted out. âDaddy said he wouldnât punish me.â
âI know I did but you touched yourself when I told you not to whether Iâm around or not,â Mattsunâs voice was stern and your heart was racing in your chest, eagerly waiting for him to tell you what you could do to atone for your mistake. You didnât want him to spank you.
âIâm sorry,â you quickly apologized, shifting your body on the backseat to face him. âIâm sorry, daddy. Please, I donât want to be punished.â
Makki was getting so turned on between yours and Mattsunâs exchange that he was so so so close to just pinning you down the plush leather seats and fucking you raw. But Mattsun was in a particularly mean mood tonight. He was going to make his pillow princess earn it.
âYou really want to cum so badly?â Mattsun asked, dark eyes looking at you through the rearview mirror the indirectness of it not making it less intense. âDonât lie to me.â
Makki took your hand and wrapped it around his cock, guiding it up and down, making you look away from him, trying to hide your face in the shadows.
âCome on Y/N, tell him the truth,â he broke his silence, a grin forming on Mattsunâs face as his best friend decided to join in the teasing. âCan I touch her Mattsun?â
âBe my guest. You better slap her ass if her fingers go anywhere near her cunt.â
âRoger that.â Makki reached down to your pussy, two digits tracing your slit that was absolutely slick. âYouâre dripping wet, Y/N.â
âLike I said, a greedy. little. slut.â Mattsun repeated, each accentuated word making you flinch but your fear melted away when Makki began rubbing your clit. You leaned against him, breasts pressed against his arm and your knees digging into the seat. âAnswer Isseiâs question baby. I donât think you want to make him madder than he is now.â
You immediately shook your head, teary eyes gazing up at him.
âI wanna cum,â you shamefully admitted, even humping against Makkiâs fingers and whining at how good it felt to relieve your ache even with the slightest bit of contact.
âWasn't so hard now was it?â Mattsun sighed, tugging at his pants and readjusting his cock that strained against the fabric, well more like bulged against it. He knew if you saw the imprint of his cock, youâd be drooling and on your knees, face pressed onto the floor with ass up in the air, spreading your lower lips and begging him to put it in you.
But he was driving and the ride home was a solid 45-minute drive from Shibuya.
He guessed today was Makkiâs lucky day.
âIf you want to cum so badly, then ride Makki.â
âShit dude, for real?â Makki grinned like he received the noble peace prize or something but before Mattsun could even reply, you crawled into Hanamakiâs lap, straddling him. If you defied Issei once more, youâll get punished. You bunched up your skirt high above your waist and moved your panties to the side before you rubbed yourself against Makkiâs erection, your hands on his shoulders squeezing him as you coated his shaft with your slick.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, the other gripping your hips to prevent you from moving, making you whine. Why were they being so mean? Your legs shivered when Makki began slapping his cock on your clit.
âNo more teasing please,â you sniffled, almost collapsing onto Makkiâs chest. âPlease, Hiro.â You swayed your hips a little in an attempt to line him at your entrance.
âSheâs so pretty when she begs, Mattsun,â Makki commented, the two of them talking again as if you werenât here with them, making you feel ignored and at your vulnerable weak-minded state, making you cry a little.
âSheâs a crybaby,â Mattsun added, glancing every now and then at the two of you through the mirror.
âWell, we knew that since highschool. Are you always this mean to her?â He questioned, popping the head of his cock into your throbbing cunny making you gasp and whine even more because you knew that you werenât allowed to move till you were told.
âTeasing her is fun. She makes that cute little pouty face. But when you fuck her good?â His lips tugged into a smile before sighing. âMy baby is the prettiest thing Iâve ever seen.â
Isseiâs praise made your heart swell and your already foggy mind that he over the years, unknowingly conditioned to cater for him, told you to try to hold back just a little longer because if you were good, daddy would be nice and sweet.
âIssei,â you murmured, turning to look at him but before you could meet his eyes in the mirror, Hanamaki slammed you down onto his lap, your ass colliding on his thighs as he plunged his cock into you, a cry ripping your vocal folds.
Makkiâs head fell against your forehead as he groaned, your cunt sucking him in so tight that he felt as if he wouldnât even be able to pull out while you instantly became a babbling mess, your sentences broken.
âS-so deep,â you exhaled shakily. âT-too much...can feel you inside.â Your body had collapsed into him now, the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix. He wasnât as wide as Issei but he was just as lengthy, and he easily reached the same exact spots that would have you gushing around him in minutes.
âWhy are crying, baby? Didnât you want this?â Makki purred, hoisting your hips up to let his cock glide out only to slam you back down, making you cry once more. âFuck, sheâs so fucking wet. Sheâs making a mess all over my lap.â He groaned, bouncing you on his cock.
At the next stoplight on the empty road, Issei took a glance, eyes darkening when he saw the ring of creamy white around the base of Makkiâs cock.
âGreedy little whore,â he spat, landing another smack on your ass but not as hard as he does when he punished you, it was the slap that he knew would have you creaming even more around Makkiâs cock.
âG-gonna cum!â You sobbed, hips meeting Makkiâs upward thrusts.
âAlready?â Makki teased, his fingers wrapping around your fragile neck where a thin string of silver with a cute little heart pendant wrapped around it. âSuch a slut to come so easily. We just started baby.â
âNeed to cum, please. L-let me cum. Daddy please!â You babbled, tears and your mascara running down your cheeks the slight restriction of airflow to your lungs making the heat in your core intensify even more.
Makki groaned when you had addressed him as so, Isseiâs ears picking it up instantly as the sound easily bounced off the walls of the car while Makki bounced you harder onto his cock, your clit colliding every so often on his pelvis making you keen.
âYouâre just a little cocksleeve arenât you?â Makki growled, releasing your neck, your arms wrapping around him for support, his face buried in your breasts.
âY-yes, yes, yes, Iâm a slut!â You moaned out shamelessly, hips rolling to match Makkiâs fast pace, the head of his cock kissing your warm cervix over and over again. âG-gonna cum all over daddyâs cock.â
âYeah?â Issei licked his lips. âYou like the thought of having two Daddies? You know that means double the trouble, princess. Double the punishment too.â Oh, he really couldnât wait to fuck you senseless when you two got back home.
âWant H-Hiro and Issei. Want daddy to cum inside!â You panted and moaned, Makkiâs hands under your blouse groped and squeezed your aching breasts.
âS-shit, sheâs sucking me in. Fuckâ so tight!â Makki guided your hips faster.
You chanted over and over like you were losing your mind. Babbling about how good he felt inside, how you wanted to be stuffed full of his hot cum as Issei does, and how desperate you were to cum.
Then, the knot inside of you. finally. snapped. Back arched into Makki and head thrown back, your mouth hung open as you clamped around him, your hips convulsing as the release youâve been delayed of finally struck you. And it struck you hard.
But then you began to shake even more, Makki was still thrusting in and out of you, overstimulating you as he chased his release. Pistoning so quick until thick hot ropes of his cum shot into your velvety walls that still gripped him with such vice.
âDonât let a single drop of Makkiâs cum go to waste. Keep it in till we get home.â Issei demanded, his tone making you whimper as your body jolted with every thrust.
âFuck,â Makki hissed, eyes glancing to where you two were still connected, your essence a mess between your inner thighs and his lap, and the best of all, with his cock still deep inside of you, his cum seeped out of your abused pink entrance. âGood girl.â Hanamaki praised, wrapping his arms around you till you recovered, pressing kisses all over your face and thumbs soothingly caressing your hip bone. âSuch a good girl for us.âÂ
Mattsun pulled up to the parking lot, the timing just right. The windows had fogged up due to the heat exerted from yours and Makkiâs body, and the car smelled like sex. The vehicle halted its vibrations as he removed the key from the ignition, and with the sweetest smile looked at you and Makki as if he wasnât absolutely mean to you earlier.
âSheâs good isnât she?â
âGood is an understatement,â Makki exhaled, lifting you off of his cock and looping his arms under your knees to carry you into the house.
âI-Issei,â you mumbled, eyelids fluttering open your mascara smeared beautifully around your eyes.
âDonât worry, baby. Daddy will fuck you nice and hard too.â He smiled, wiping the mascara ink from your cheeks with the pad of this thumb.
Your stomach flipped when you thought of Issei having his turn. You were already so tired and blissed out from Hanamaki, who now as he carried you bridal style in his arms wrapped in Isseiâs coat, appeared so sweet and kind, pressing a kiss on your forehead every step of the way to the bedroom. You couldnât believe you had sex with him...you couldnât believe how his dominating side turned you on and how you wanted to be used by him again.
But all thoughts of Hanamaki were stripped away the same time Mattsun ripped your blouse apart and tugged your skirt and cum stained panties down your trembling legs, grabbed you by the ankles, and dragged you to the edge of the bed. Whilst Makki was laid comfortably near the pillows while your lower body dangled off the bed, the fat head of Mattsunâs cock teasing your entrance that was now drooling with arousal again and Makkiâs cum.
âSo, so, so messy,â he tutted, smacking your rear once again, the skin turning a bright shade of red, and before any more droplets of Makkiâs cum goes to waste, Mattsun shoved it back in by burying his fat cock inside you in an instant, not giving you the pleasure of adjusting to him and already began rutting into you.
Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white as his pelvis and his balls slammed against your ass, a mix of his name and âdaddyâ falling from your lips like a broken mantra.
Makki watched with a smug look on his face, enjoying the way your face contorted so obscenely with each thrust, already fucked out and begging for more. And to think he only used to overhear the two of you going at it when he walked into your shared apartment like it was his own. Now he gets to watch and even better, get to fuck you too.
âSheâs so cute,â Makki sighed, unbuttoning his shirt.
âShe is, isnât she? Sorry, it took this long for you to join us, man,â Issei spoke almost normally were it not for the grunts in between when your gummy walls would tighten and flutter around him.
âMan, I would wait that long again if it meant I get to fuck her till she breaks.â
âI wasnât kidding when I told her about having the both of us.â
Makki raised his brow. âIs this you officially inviting me to your bed?â He snorted.
âYes,â Issei grunted, hand wrapping around the nape of your neck, pressing down to keep you still. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your whiny little moans filling the room.
âSheâs so fucked out man,â Makki whistled, seeing how your eyes rolled back and shut, and drooling as Issei fucked you like a savage.
âMy baby is a spoiled little brat,â he accentuated his thrust, pushing against your cervix making you cry out. âBut sheâs an obedient little kitten. Arenât you?â He tugged you by the hair, raising your gaze to Hanamaki but you were so out of it you couldnât even reply.
And when you felt Isseiâs hips stutter and unload inside of you, you were in cloud nine. Your body convulsed from your own orgasm and you laid limp on the bed, trying to catch your breath as his cum overflowed inside of you. You were even a little sad that some of his cum would drip out and go to waste but the way he was kissing along your shoulder blades told you that he was happy. He was satisfied.
Matsukawa Issei can be a mean tease but he was still your man, your lover, your best friendâand youâd do anything for him. Blissed out, he carried you in his arms laying your head on the soft cloudy pillow, Hanamaki caressing your lower abdomen lovingly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear while Issei began his aftercare routine. They talked to each other while he cleaned you up so gently like you were a China doll, their words not really heard and not processed in your brain.
Just before your heavy eye lids could shut close, you caught a glimpse of the clock hanging above the bathroom door.
12:05 am
âIssei...â you managed to say, your voice small and sweet.
âWhat is it, baby?â He asked, lying down on your left, his face hovering over yours. The mop of curly dark brown hair on his head was a mess and his thick brows were raised conveying an uninterested expression but his eyes were vibrant and warm, and his smile was gentle...it was pure.
With whatever strength you had left, you cupped his cheek and managed a small smile that radiated nothing but your love.
âHappy birthday.â
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and then there were two
Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader
words : 1.5k (sorta rushed cause I needed to write it out before it disappears from my brain)
cw : stepcest, dubcon, pseudoincest,cream pie, slight degradation, mean Issei, manipulation, Makki and Issei. Yes these two are warning cause they are đ„
a/n: just some Mattsun nii-chan thoughts ( little ficlet) đ€Ą with Makki. This is my first time dabbling in stepcest agshsjs I was very much inspired to write content like this because of Queen @iwaasfairy , whom I binged all her nii-chan fics REEEE
âMakki, we shouldnât,â you whimpered, heat growing in your core as he nipped and sucked the sensitive column of your neck. âPlease, stop.â You sucked in a breath when he rubs his clothed erection against your crotch, the thought of you having caused that making you gulp. Your nii-chan told you to never let other boys touch you. âNii-chan will get mad.â Your hands pathetically tried to push him off.
âIssei? Pft, itâs not fair that he gets to have fun with you,â he scoffed, cupping your breast through your cotton camisole as you froze beneath him. Does he know about yours and Mattsunâs interactions? Did he hear the two of you that one night nii-chan was so needy, he went to your room right next to his where Makki slept, and fucked you with his large hand over your mouth.
âThatâs not true,â you denied and Makki moved his gaze to you, brows raised and his heavy lidded eyes conveyed a look of disbelief, almost telling you to not lie to him. âPlease, Hiro, nii-chan will get mad. I donât want you to get in trouble.â
Makkiâs heart melted at that little sentiment. His lip jutted out in a pout, mockery and faux empathy behind them, but you didnât know that. âYou donât want me to get in trouble? Thatâs so sweet of you Y/N,â he cooed, still remaining on top of you. âI didnât know you cared for me like that. Do you like me sweetheart?â
Your eyes widened and your face grew hot. You turned your face away in attempt to hide your fluster and your little secret crush on him. But your reaction only answered his question.
âDonât be shy,â he chuckled softly, still straddling you on your mattress. âI have a crush on you too. So donât push me away.â He leaned in to kiss you but you turned your head away, looking at your door scared that Issei could walk in any moment. âYou know we only get in trouble if we get caught.â
âHuh?â Before you could process what was happening, your panties were pushed to the side and his hard bulbous tip poked at your entrance, somewhere Issei-nii forbade anyone else to touch. âHiro, n-no,â you protested fists pounding again his chest. âIssei-nii is just next doorâah!â
âFuck,â Makki groaned, cock buried inside of you in one swift thrust. Tears welled up in your eyes at the sudden fullness in your tummy, you whimpered pitifully as your walls fluttered and burned, not having had enough time to adjust to his cock. âI always dreamed about fucking you.â
Your hands flew to your mouth to muffle the screams and even moans, that were leaving you as Makki set a pace, fast and deep.
âShit, youâre creaming around me, baby,â he grinned, eyes set on where the two of your were connected, the pretty little cunt of his best friendâs little sister split around his cock. âDo you like my cock that much?â
Your swayed your head from side to side, too scared to move your hands from your mouth as your body reacted to his ministrations on it own.
Makki sighed, pausing for a moment. Maybe heâll go away. Maybe itâs over. Maybe you saying you didnât like how he felt inside you, which your body actually did, would make him stop. Stop you from getting in trouble with nii-chan and get away from his punishments.
But no. It wasnât enough. His hands pushed your knees to your chest, your eyes widening at how much exposed your traitorous cunt was.
âThatâs too bad...â he snickered and reared his hips back till the tip almost left you, only to thrust back in. âBut that doesnât mean I canât change your mind.â
You screamed into your hands, pleasure dulling the pain and horror of everything that was happening. You had to stay quiet but at the same time you wanted to call for Issei. Makki was rough, too rough. He wasnât as soothing as your Issei-nii. He wasnât kissing you to make the pain of the stretch go away. Yes you had a crush on him. But you didnât like how he was doing this to you right now. Didnât like the way he went about it.
âIssei-nii,â you softly croaked, hands gripping the sheets as you sobbed.
âWrong name, baby,â Makki grunted, moaning at how your walls sucked him in, tight and warm as Mattsun had once told him.
Little did you know, your step brother was outside in the hall, palming his hardened cock in his sweatpants as he listened to you and Makki. How sweet of you to call out to him while his best friend fucked you. Makki wonât be too happy about that which was too bad for you.
Soon enough, he entered the room, the light from the hallway pouring into the dark and lighting your disheveled figure beneath Makki, cunt drooling around his cock, so wet that it stained the white sheets.
Your eyes shot to the door, the tears in your eyes making Isseiâs cock twitch with need, and he really almost lost it when your little hand reached out to him while Makki pounded into you.
âI-Isseiâah!âIssei-nii,â you cried out, the knot in your stomach tightening further. âIâm sorâ
âSave it, Princess.â Okay that was a little too harsh of him but did he really care? The hurt in your eyes as he said that only made him want Makki to fuck you even harder. âItâs rude of you to say my name when Makkiâs the one filling your greedy little cunt. Iâm disappointed.â Your heart sank. âI thought I taught you better than that,â he sighed. âAnd heâs in love with you too.â
He said he liked you. He didnât say he loved you. And just like that, guilt stabbed you in the chest.
âH-Hiro,â you nervously squeaked, panting when his length dragged along your sensitive walls. âI-Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to hurt your feelingsâah!â He flipped you over on to your stomach, his hands gripping your hips as he slammed his pelvis unto your rear, his pace not faltering as he took you in this position that had him reaching deeper.
âWe can forgive you,â Makki hummed, squeezing the flesh of your ass. âCanât we Mattsun?â
Mattsun sat on the edge of the bed, observing your face that was buried into the mattress, your cheek pressed onto the white sheets and tongue lolling out as you moaned, so close to cumming.
âOf course we can.â He caressed your cheek. âOnly if she will agree that sheâll be our little slut. What do you say Y/N?â
Makki stopped just when you were about to cum.
âN-no, no! Donât stop,â you sniffled, close to crying at how your orgasm was denied. âNeed to cum, Hiro. Please make me cum.â
âSo now you want me to fuck you,â Makki teased, slowly rubbing your clit. âIâll make you cum if you answer Isseiâs question. Will you be our little cum slut? Hm?â
âYes!â You cried out. At this point you didnât care or truly understand what you were getting into, you just needed that high you were so close to getting. âIâll be Hiro and Issei-niiâs cum slut, please, Hiro. Make me cum. Please.â
âI love it when she begs,â Issei groaned.
âSheâs so cute when she does. God, and to think you had her all to yourself,â Makki began to pick up his pace, thrusting in and out you, already a moaning babbling mess for him.
âGood girl,â Issei praised, petting your head lovingly. âWhy wonât we make Makkiâs first time with you memorable Hm? Why wonât we let him cum inside you.â
âFuck, dude, for real?â Makkiâs brows pinched together close to cumming.
âGo ahead,â Issei shrugged off like it was nothing. That was all Makki needed to continue fucking you even through your orgasm, over stimulating you till he pumped you full of his cum.
âNii-chan,â you whimpered, one of your hands had managed to lace with his large ones when all this was happening. Your thighs were trembling and you shivered when you felt Makkiâs hot cum drip down your thigh.
âShh, you did so well,â he hushed, caressing your tear stained cheek. âThink you can let nii-chan fuck you too?â
Your eyes shifted to his lap where his length bulged through his sweatpants, the one that took your first time, the thick fat cock that stretched you every single time without fail. One your nii-chan made sure to have you crave for after several instances of him telling you that what you two were doing was okay and that you were just helping him out, relieving his stress and the âpainful â ache of his cock.
âWill nii-chan be gentle?â You looked at him through your lashes, breathing heavily as you tried to calm your breaths.
He laced his fingers with yours and gave a gentle kiss to your knuckles. âI canât promise I will but Iâll try. Iâm a little jealous that Makki has you so breathless...do you think he fucks better than me?â
âClearly, I do,â Makki chuckled, pulling out and watching with adoration the way his cum leaked from your cunny.
âNii-chan,â you whimpered, Issei pushing Makki aside, deep chuckles rumbling in their chests as he settled between your thighs, ready for his turn.
He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, knowing exactly how itâd fool you into a false sense of security and have you deeply believe in him, that you obeyed without hesitation.
He loved you, he really did. He would never let anyone hurt you nor touch you like he does. That was his privilege and now Makkiâs. He trusted Makki with his life and in the end of day, if you end up marrying him, it gives Issei a peace of mind cause it wasnât some good for nothing stranger. Him and Makki knew you, in and out. Besides with his best friend in the equation, people would never catch on to how you let your sweet good olâ nii-chan use you like a cocksleeve.
âLetâs show Makki how cute you really are when youâre properly fucked.â
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bully!makki who sees a guy from your class(the one u dont have with him) talking to u and he has you in a mating press while at ur place basically yelling you off on how ur his and how that guy that was talking to u doesnât know how much of a whore you are for makki and makki onlyđ
Hanamaki Takahiro x reader
cw: bullying, toxic relationship, manipulation, dubcon, Makki spits in your mouth, coercion , degradation
M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T
Your spirits lifted the moment you entered the familiar classroom, glancing at the seats and happy not to be under the the scrutinising gaze of Hanamaki. Here, you felt like a normal student, a normal human, just going to class without the fear or consciousness of making a mistake, or pleasing anyone.
You take to your usual seat in the class, in the mid section behind those nice girls whoâd catch you up on the latest news or gossip in campus, or the latest trends. What you didnât expect was for him to sit next to you. You had been hesitant to be sitting beside him, scared it might get you in trouble but you rethought it, he wasnât here. It wouldnât hurt to stop giving the nice guy vague, cold and single worded replies.
He was a nice guy, very nice. Semi was his name, if you remembered correctly.
âIâI think itâs cool youâre in a band,â you murmured, and instantly he lit up beside you, victorious to have heard more from you than silent nods or mere hums.
And just like that, you two kicked off, talking in between the lecture about music preferences and favorite musicians.
But luck wasnât on your side, Makki who had finished class earlier strode along the corridor with his best friend, your class about to finish too. He was just picking you up as usual. He didnât expect to have peeked into the class to see you sat beside some boy, one that was all too familiar from his highschool days. The worst of it all was you were smiling, laughing even, giggling softly at whatever he said, an expression he rarely saw you wear with him. His mood dipped and his fists clenched.
When the class was dismissed and you quickly packed up your things, saying goodbye to your friends hastily knowing you shouldnât keep Makki waiting, he plastered on a smile for you.
You heart stopped at the smile etched on his face, thinking of how handsome he looks when he does smile like that, almost kindly. Makki didnât miss the way you tucked into his side when you noticed Isseiâs presence, wanting to tease you about being scared of his best friend. He placed you in the middle, sandwiched between them as they walked you back to your dorm, Makki finding it cute how youâd squeeze or clutch tighter to the fabric of his jacket when Issei spoke to you.
âSee ya tomorrow man,â Makki patted his friend shoulder, letting you walk into the dorm room first before following you inside.
âH-how was your day toâ,â
His hands slammed on the wall, the sound loud against your ears as they were placed on either side of your head, trapping you. The smile he had earlier, gone and replaced by a scowl. He nudged his knee between your legs, parting them.
âWhat did you think you were doing?â His voice lowered dangerously, your eyes wide and looking up at him in fear. So pretty, he thought.
âI-what are you talking about Hiro?â You whispered, scared to raise your voice. You whimpered when Makki nudged his knee on your heat, the fabric of his jeans rough against your crotch.
âDid you enjoy talking to him? Donât lie cause I saw you smiling so sweet and cute with him,â he husked against your ear, his one hand collecting your wrists to hold it above you, unwillingly making you push your chest out, arching your back.
âHiroâŠheâs no one,â you told him, lip quivering and bitten when heâd bounce you on his knee. âI swear.â
He stared at you momentarily, though it felt like minutes with how unreadable they were. You hoped heâd believe you, you didnât want to make him angry. You didnât like him when he was angry.
Makki let go of your wrists, letting your hands fall to your side not moving an inch.
âOkay then, baby,â was all he said before he hoisted you over his shoulder, carrying you like you weighed nothing all the way to your bedroom, dropping you on the bed as he made quick work of removing his clothes. Jacket, shirt and jeans a pile on the floor.
âH-Hiro,â you whimpered, inching back to the headboards, away from him. âIânot nowâŠâ you looked away from him, denying the tingling sensation of desire in your lower belly. You couldnât possibly truly want him, not after all heâs done to you.
âAwe whatâs wrong? You want it to be him instead, is that it?â He seethed, standing between your legs, forcibly parting them despite you not resisting.
âNoâŠI donât want him,â you muttered under your breath, clutching your sheets. âPlease, Hiro,â your plea caught his attention, his hands halting on your thighs. âPlease, believe me. Iâ,â you swallowed your pride. âIâm yours. No one elseâs.â
God, it was better to hear those words from your lips rather than him telling you. His eyes shut momentarily, humming at the rush it sent through him.
He could be nice and be loving to you or he could be mean, degrade your so he could feel your cunt clench around his cock, spit in your mouth, make you cry from pain and pleasure. The latter sounded way more fun.
Makkiâs eyes opened, staring down at you with a gentle smile that lured you to believe it was a comforting one, your heart fluttered and soon after dropped all the same.
With your knees pushed to your chest, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, panties ripped and thrown aside, Makki ruthlessly pounded into you. The bed creaked and the header slammed against the wall over and over, each thrust as if the wind was getting knocked out of you.
âH-Hiro!â You moaned and cried, his cockhead nudging against your cervix, and in this position, effortlessly brushing your g-spot. âAhâtooâmuchâ,â
âCant use your words baby? Am I fucking you dumb?â He cooed, mockingly, pushing your thighs further, stretching your hamstrings. âLook at you. Taking my cock like the good little whore you are. Donât you feel like a liar? Lying to that guy in your class by looking all innocent and cute when youâre just a slut for my cock.â
He couldnât get reply from you except for heavy pants and moans, along with your walls hugging him tighter, pulling him in desperately.
âFucking whore,â he leaned over, pressing his torso over you and spitting into your parted lips, groaning when you swallowed with the dazed out look in your pretty eyes. âHold your legs for me.â
His eyes observed the way your body rocked with his thrusts, tits bouncing so entrancingly he wanted to squeeze them or suck on them. Once your hands held the back of your thighs as he ordered, he leaned back to get a good look at you. Glad that you had been obedient.
âSay it baby, let me hear you say how much of a slut you are for my cock,â he smacked your rear, making you moan. âOnly a whore like you would like that,â he teased, smacking the other cheek too. âSay. It.â
How could you say it? You couldnât gather much right now except for the delicious scrape of his cock along your walls, how he stretched you and yet words left your lips before you could even think them, all shame leaving you.
âI-Iâm a slut for Hiroâs cock. Want only Hiro!â You babbled, his thrusts getting faster and his thumb toying with your clit the way he knew would drive you crazy. âMâ Hiroâs cumdumpâŠâ
âHell yeah you are,â he groaned, loving the way you were spreading your lower lips with your own fingers, slick dripping from your hole. âIâm gonna paint you with my cum. Now just stay like that and let me fuck you hm?â
The next day in that same class, you didnât sit in your usual seat, remembering the sight you when you were getting dressed in front of the mirror, words written with marker on your skin. One just above your cunt and two on your inner thighs. The words âHiroâ, âcumdumpâ and âcum hereâ with an arrow staining your skin.
A reminder from Hanamaki.
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sun kisses
Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader
summary: a tropical getaway honeymoon with Hanamaki Takahiro
cw : kinda pwp, beach sex, breeding kink, fingering, fellatio, unprotected sex, husband!Hanamaki
word count : 2.6k
special mention đ @selfishwitch
a/n: this was pretty self indulgent cause Makki would be such a whipped husband and the thought makes me so soft for him adsgdhdk will still be a little in and off tumblr cause finals is next month đ miss you guys!
âHot! Hot! Hot! Hot!â
Reaching behind you, you readjusted the fabric of your bikini bottom that hugged your bum snuggly, your vision that was dimmed by your thick rimmed cat eyed sunglasses moved from your book that you had been reading for a solid 10 minutes on your stomach. The heat of the sand beneath the beach towel warmed your body that was covered by the large parasol.
You raised your gaze only to see your tall, strawberry blond boyfriend hastily running beneath the sun, almost waddling, his feet burning on the white sand.
Hanamaki took shelter beneath your parasol groaning at the stinging pain in the soles of his feet.
âNeed something cold Hiro?â You giggled, flipping to the next page of your book as he plopped himself beside you shaking his feet.
Makkiâs nose was scrunched up muttering to himself about his feet but he sound of your voice made him glance at you, only to have a double take, the pain in his feet forgotten.
âYou need help with um...sunscreen on your back?â He suddenly chirped, the not so innocent excitement in his tone evident, his hand already resting on the small over your back and resisting the urge to untie the ribbon of your bikini top.
âDid you put sunscreen before you left the suite?â You threw the question back at him, propping yourself on your elbows to turn your body towards him. That specific look in his eyes you knew all too well, he was eyeing you like you were the profiteroles served to you and him last night at dinner.
âI did,â he replied, hand digging into the beach bag for the sunscreen bottle. He was never gonna let an opportunity to touch you or more simply go unclaimed. Besides this little one week vacation was not just some vacation, in this one he was allowed to touch you as much as he wanted because he was yourâ
âAs a husband,you shouldnât lie to your wife ,â you teased in a sing-song voice, giggling once more before lying down on your stomach once more to continue your book.
âOkay, maybe I did lie but I did put on sunscreen,â he shrugged, laying on his side very close to you, your skin touching his shirtless upper body. âI wasnât able to reach my back maybe so that my beautiful wife can take care of me.â
âHow much more of my attention do you need?â You gazed turned to your right, your cheek resting on your folded arms, his face inches away from yours.
âSo much more,â he smirked, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss, his tongue swiping your lower lip indicating for more but you pulled back, a childish pout instantly forming on his face.
âReally though, you shouldâve put on sunscreen,â you simply said , sitting up and taking the sunscreen bottle while his eyes flicked to your breasts , watching it jiggle in your bikini. âGo on, lie down on your stomach.â
The soft crash of the waves on the shore and distant chirps of sea gulls flying high in the sky were quick to lure Makki into a moment of calmness, and the shadow casted over the two of you by the parasol provided shelter from the sun and helped his skin cool down. Plus, your hands were working wonders on his back, massaging the sunscreen on his back, soft palms sliding on the skin and fingers applying pressure to spots that would relax him.
You even went out of your way to massage the sunscreen onto his torso, a gentle look in his eyes as he know laid on his back watching you apply the sunscreen on his chest.
âThat bikini is tiny,â he pointed out.
âYour sister added stuff to my luggage for me. She has good taste,â you replied, sunscreen finally absorbed into his skin but your hand wouldnât stop caressing his torso eyes on the freckles along his skin.
âIâd prefer it off of you.â He lazily reached out a hand, hooking a finger on your flimsy bikini top and tugging at it.
âIs doing it on the beach one of your things on your to-do list?â You removed your sunglasses and put it aside to see his sun kissed pink glowing skin, a not so prominent tan on him but enough to accentuate the shape of his toned muscles.
âMayyybeee,â his hand now cupped your breast beneath the fabric, fingers pinching your soft nipple that began to harden with his touch. âLazy beach sex sounds sexy, donât you think?â
âYouâre making me think you married me for other reasons,â you joked, leaning forward to place a kiss on his stomach on a spot where his freckles were. He hummed at the contact, placing his hand on the small of your back.
âI canât believe you married me,â
âMe too.â
âOi what?!â
His reaction made you laugh, a smile still present on his face desire your remark. The back and forth between you, something he lived for daily.
âI canât believe my luck,â you chuckled, finger tracing along the hem of his beach shorts, a tent already forming against the fabric.
âI canât believe my luck too, trust me.â
âMhm,â you simply hummed, kissing along the sun kissed spots on his pelvis, your hand pushing his shorts low enough so that his cock could spring free. You could feel the heat of his eyes on you, warmth collecting in your core to see how needy he always was for you. Thatâs one of the things you loved about him, he always made you feel needed and loved in more ways than one.
âFor real?â Makki bit his lip as you kissed along his shaft.
You nodded before swirling your tongue around his tip, wetting it, his eyes already shutting in bliss at the mere motion.
Your warm hand wrapped around his hardened length and gave a few pumps, gripping him in the way you knew would have him cumming in minutes and if you added your mouth, maybe just maybe you may have a record of how fast you can make him cum.
âBaby, donât tease,â he groaned, his cock still not sheathed inside your pretty mouth. He bucked his hips a little. âCâmon, let your hubby cum.â
You gave him a little glare before letting his tip slip past your lips, both of you moaning. Your eyes shut as you hollowed your cheeks, slowly bobbing your head up and down his length, filthy praises spilling from Hanamakiâs lips. He was hot and heavy in your mouth which surprised you because there wasnât really a single moment during this getaway that you two werenât fucking, and with this mornings struggle to leave the soft bed, you had half expected him to sort of have a lower libido during the day but you were wrong.
His hand petted your head and pushed you further down his length. âTake me all the way in, baby. Fuck. Havenât had you blow me in awhile ,â he groaned, eyes never leaving the way you sucked his cock, the lewd wet slurping and your muffled moans, music to his ears.
His other hand caressed your rear, slipping under the fabric of your bottoms to slip a finger between your folds, a hum of delight sounding from him as he spread your slick all over you cunt, your core clenching at the contact.
âAlready so wet,â he chuckled, fingers finding your clit and rolling it between them, making you moan around his length not ceasing your movements to take him all the way down your throat. He kept playing with your little sensitive puffy nub not only to give his sweet baby girl some attention but also because when you moaned around his cock the vibrations felt mind blowing.
Your hips wiggled asking him for more, asking him to slip a finger or two inside but all you received was a tight slap against your rear.
âGreedy little thing you are,â he chuckled, squeezing the fat of your ass while your gaze all cute and doe eyed locked with his, begging him to touch you more.
Makki enjoyed this view better than the landscape around the two of you in your little private villa. You knelt beside him and bent over, mouth gagged by his cock and your tits pressed against his hip. He loved this more than anything and was definitely one of the many images heâll treasure from this trip.
âMhmf...mhm...â you whined around his length, your pussy aching so terribly to be played with and yet you were getting nothing while you eagerly bobbed your head up and down his length.
âYou really want it that bad huh?â Makki cooed and you nodded your head. âYouâre so cute when you beg,â he added untying your bikini bottom before slipping two fingers into your dripping wet cunny, his digits slicked by your essence at the first dip.
Your toes curled at the sensation. Your walls squeezed around his digits greedily and Makki was quick to curl and scissor his fingers in your cunny, thrusting in and out fast to have you squirming on top of him. The gentle waves of pleasure was constant but enough to have the coil inside you begin to tighten as well as your throat.
âF-fuck! Baby, wait,â he choked out, his hips bucking up close to cumming. âDonât wanna cum in your mouth.â
Your brows furrowed as you sat up a little, his cock slipping from your mouth with a pop as you tilted your head to the side, Makkiâs fingers halting their ministration making you bite your lip.
âNeed you to ride me. Can you do that for me?â
He knew he didnât have to ask but he did anyways because it was so cute how your lashes fluttered as you nodded quickly. You took a little glance at the empty private beach area making sure none of the resort staff could see the two of you before straddling your husband.
Your hand positioned his cock at your entrance, rubbing the tip along your slit to coat it more with your arousal before you finally, lowered your hips to meet his, a moan both leaving you two breathily.
âYou feel so good, Hiro,â you hissed, relishing the way his cock glided against your walls, sucking him inside of you.
âNever can get enough of my cock canât you baby?â He grinned, hands finding purchase on your hips to guide you lower. His eyes were glued to your pretty cunt split around his cock that slowly disappeared inside of you. âAlways so willing to take me arenât you?â
âA-always,â your voice trembled, hips desperately beginning to move to curb the hunger for his cock. He filled you up just right and he was nice and long that he easily brushed your g-spot effortlessly. It was like he was made for you. âHiro is mine,â you whimpered, rolling your hips the way he liked it.
âFuck, am all yours baby.â He squeezed your hips, guiding you to bounce on his cock, the sound of his skin slapping against yours crescendoing the harder and faster you fucked him.
Makki watched in awe, as you squeezed his length so tightly, your cunny desperate to cum and milk him at the same time. Your tits spilled out of your flimsy bikini and the fabric that still remained on you, only accentuated the soft flesh. He couldnât help but take one of those pebbled buds between his fingers pinching and pulling at them which only spurred him and you on.
âHiro!â You cried out, rocking your hips faster to feel his cock bury deeper inside of you, rubbing against your g-spot and nudging against your cervix. âCum inside me, Hiro. Please n-need you to cum.â
âYeah?â He smirked, his hand on your hip moving to your lower lips, thumb pressing against your clit and rubbing tight slow circles making you keen and cream around his cock. âWant to make me a daddy?â
You nodded desperately, moving your hips up and down struggling to reach your peak. You were so close but you werenât really there yet and your body was on fire, the heat and the pleasure making your head spin.
Makki gently pulled you down, your lips crashing onto his that attacked yours with passion, tongue dipping between your lips to taste you. Your body was plush against his while his hands held your hips slowly rocking himself up into you, shallow yet deep thrusts.
âHiro.â His name left your lips in a chant, like a prayer, losing yourself more and more at the delicious waves of pleasure.
âDonât worry, Iâve got you,â he grunted, stilling your hips only to upthrust hard into you and starting a breathlessly fast pace, tip ramming against your cervix mercilessly.
âAh! Hiro!â You cried out, hands squeezing his shoulders, clutching onto him. No matter how many years youâve been together, he never failed to make you feel so utterly good.
âGonna breed this tight cunt,â he groaned, increasing the strength of his thrusts making your back arch into him babbling nonsense and reduced to nothing but a moaning mess.
It was too much. Too delectably much. It was a high that could never compare to anything else and you thought people were mad when they said they were love drunk on their partner, and yet here you were feeling exaclty that with Hiro, whom you had just tied the knot with four days ago.
âI love you,â you managed to say, but it was so soft and laced with wanton need. âLove you sâmuch.â You buried your face in the crook of his neck, the smell of the ocean and his cologne something youâd remember forever.
âI know baby, I know,â he panted, voice deep and fingers tangled with your hair, his grip getting tighter as he neared his release. âC-cum with me baby, come onâfuck.â
White was all you saw for a split second as your lips parted in a silent cry, body shaking against your husband, walls clamping around his length and earning a sharp intake of breath from him as you milked him for what heâs worth.
More cusses were uttered under his breath as he gripped your hips, keeping you still on top of him, cock nestled comfortably inside of you as he spilled inside of you, painting your walls white. A shaky breath of relief left you as you remained close to him, the heat of tropical climate adding to that warmth of his body, you could even mistake this for a fever dream.
Makki pressed soft kisses on the crown of your head, hands lazily caressing your skin as the two of you came down from your high, pussy throbbing around him still.
âDonât want this to be over,â Makki murmured, burying his nose in your hair. âDo we really have to leave this place? Why canât we honeymoon for another week?â
âBecause we have responsibilities at home and also because youâll miss you side piece,â
âMy side piece?â Makkiâs scrunched up, a small smile just about to break out on his face.
âOur dear Matsukawa,â you giggled.
âDamn, I said Iâd get him a souvenir,â he remembered, hand resting on the curve of your back. âHim becoming a godfather to my kid should be enough though right?â
âHiro, howâs that a souvenir?â
âCause Iâll be damned if we leave this place without conceiving. Iâm surprised youâre not pregnant yet,âÂ
âGuess youâll have to fuck me more ,â you hummed as if deep in thought, knowing itâll get a reaction from him, his libido always so high. âBut no more beach sex.â
âIâm surprised we even managed to get to leave the bed.â
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How do you picture bully makki acting around his friend group? Like would he be more openly possessive and douchey or play it down? Hope that made sense, love your writing concepts and creativity!!!!
Adafsggsd omg my gahhhh this made me think too and Iâ have some thots
Hanamaki Takahiro x reader (ft. Issei)
cw: bully!Makki, coercion, gaslighting, manipulation
M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T
Youâll be cautious whenever Makki brings you along with him to meet his friends. With Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Issei in a hang out, he was nicer. Playing the sweet boyfriend that fooled everyone, holding your hand, kissing your cheek sweetly, placing his jacket over your shoulders when it gets too cold and always having an arm wrapped around you. Oikawa would tease him with how he was able to get a sweet thing like you, while Iwaizumi observed in silence. It almost felt like a normal relationship and you would imagine what itâd be like if you had fallen in love with that Makki instead of the reality.
This was how it was with your friends too but when itâs just him, just him and Issei, it was trouble.
You were sandwiched between the two, their tall frames making them more frightening than people saw. Makki had no filter with Issei, his best friend did nothing and only joined in the teasing after all. Makki knew you were intimidated by Issei, and would tell you to sit on his lap when heâs busy playing games, knowing how uncomfortable itâd make you. Let Issei touch you as he does, and when youâd scream for help at Makki with your eyes, he only winks and watches. Adoring the way you shifted uncomfortably, becoming aware of Isseiâs hard cock through his jeans, the stiff length that pressed against your ass getting your cheeks hot.
âMattsunâŠâ your voice quivered, a hand on your hip keeping you in place on his lap as he watched Hiro conquer some first person shooter game.
âWhat is it?â He asked, sipping his beer.
âI need to go to the bathroom,â you whispered, embarrassed, but you didnât care, just any reason to get you out of trouble from Makki.
âOh okay,â he simply replied, letting you go, the two men watching you leave.
And when youâre not around, they laugh.
âShe really thinks I donât know what Iâm letting you do to her,â Makki snickered, pausing his game. âTold you she looks cute all scared.â
âYouâre mean,â
âSo are you, you perve. Getting hard when my girl is sitting on your lap.â
âNot my fault she shifts so much.â
They play this game, toying with you. A game where if you tell Makki about how you feel awkward with Issei and how he touches you, he wouldnât believe you, while Issei was allowed to do whatever he wanted with you.Thatâs just how it was with Issei, Makki didnât mind sharing you with his best friend. Heâd let you know about Issei having an interest about you, but this way was far more interesting to the two.
âHiro,â you tugged are his sleeve, as the two of you walked down a crowded street, lit with dazzling shops and cafes.
âWhat, baby?â He responded, his straw between his lips.
You tugged him closer, so that he could lean and that his ear was close to your lips to whisper without Issei hearing you from your other side.
âM-Mattsunâs handâŠitâsâŠtouching me,â you shyly whispered, hoping heâd help you, his best friendâs hand up your skirt, warm fingers squeezing your ass.
âBaby, Mattsun would never do that to me,â he simply said, brushing it off, your heart breaking a little whilsts Makki heart skipped a beat with how you nestled close to his side for comfort. âOh, look, a lingerie store. Donât you need new panties?â
âHiro,â you gasped, burying your face into his arm for being so open like that with his best friend around.
âWhy donât you go and choose some stuff? Try them on for us?â He was already leading the three of you to the shop.
âUs?â You blinked confusedly up at him.
His calm, unbothered gaze made your heart race as well as feel dumb.
âYeah, me and Issei? Thought even your little head could understand what I meant.â
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Aww what a fluffy way to start the morning! Also, how did you know I was craving some soft Makki đ„ș It's nice to hear that he has this side of him since he's usually depicted as being a tease/mischievous, laid back and so confident in bed. I'm curious as to how he ended up asking you out, after the first time and even proposing (I have a feeling he had to do it 'properly' since he was rejected in 'put on a show' HAHA! Not that he wouldn't try asking/be hopeful it would work after rounds of great sex again and again đ). Only if it picks up your interest!! Have a nice day!
HAHAHA THANK Uđ this was so sweet of you. I was craving soft Makki too đ„ș he is just boyfriend material. I like to think this side of him came about because he was finally taking someone seriously and a relationship seriously. Probably saw you and was just like â I donât believe in love at first sight but damn.â
cw: suggestive jokes, fluff
You know that Oreo moment that Ross and Rachel had in friends. I just thought of it and I just think thatâs one of the ways, you knew Hanamaki Takahiro, the hot, laid back, best pussy eater, funny guy, was finally taking whatever it was between you, seriously.
It also all started with that one time you two had sex. Just one hook up because the both of you were blown off by your respective dates. Hanamaki had suggested to chill at your place since it was cleaner and bigger, so of course you said yes, and it was normal. Then his visits almost became something you didnât want to stop, and he had no intention of not crashing at yours whenever he had a chance.
âReally?â
âYeah, nothing more hot than a guy in a suit and uniform,â you chuckled, swirling the remnants of your beer in its bottle. âHow bout you? Whatâs your secret costume fantasy on a girl?â
These conversations were normal too. He felt so comfortable and at the same time, his heart was racing.
âPrincess Leia in the golden bikini,â he quickly answered.
Your brows raised, Makki wondering if he finally scared you off. What he didnât expect was for you to smile and reply, âNice.â
Oh he was in love. He definitely was.
âYou know Iâve done that before, Princess Leia fantasy thing. I think I still have it, Iâm not sure,â you wondered out loud, Makki blushing at the thought of you in the skimpy outfit. âWanna see?â You winked at him, only making him even more red in the face.
âNot till I take you out on a couple of dates first!â He blurted out, averting his eyes form your form that was imagining you in that Princess Leia get-up.
âYou mean that?â Your voice softened, immediately grasping his attention.
âW-well...,â he rubbed the nape of his neck before sighing. âYeah.â
âYouâre so cute,â you chuckled, leaning back into the couch and gazing up at him with the gentle smile that was recently the last thing he thought about before he sleeps. âSo when?â
âWhat?â
âWhen are you taking me out on a date?â
âOH! Well, um, Friday? Is Friday good? If thatâs not good then Saturday is fine tooâ
âFriday is great,â you nodded, trying to hold back your giggles which you failed at miserably. You can never remember a moment with Makki where you werenât smiling or laughing, and little did he know, thatâs what made you so fond of him. âIâm glad you finally asked me out.â
âIâve tried countless of times, what are you talking about?â He scoffed, a small smirk on his face, his heart in raced in his chest at his chance.
âHiro...you told me you liked my face then ran off.â
âI was flustered!â
âOn Valentineâs Day you were going to feed me chocolate and it fell down my shirt, and you reached intoâ
âAh! I was trying to get it for you!â
âYour fingers were touching my boobs!â
âYou have nice boobs.â
Y/N: đ
*insert friendâs reference *
âNice? Theyâre nice? Just nice?â
âWellââ he didnât understand why you were getting so worked up.
âHiro. Mittens are nice.â
âOkay Iâm sorry! You have a really great, amazing set of breasts.â
You nodded at him, and let out a breath. âThank you.â
After a brief moment of collection, Makki muttered to himself but you didnât quite hear him .
âI think I love you.â
âWhat did you say?â
âNOTHING.â
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