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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫’ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐛𝐲 @delirieum

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 ‘getaway’ 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 🤡 but I tried to make it fit in a way? Afsgshjd anyways it’s an honour to be apart of this collab by @delirieum !!! It’s my second to date too!!! 🥺💕 also went for the colors of the collab post!!! Hehe so it’s in theme and sync with it huhu i hope y’all enjoy this hehe

𝐌 𝐈 𝐍 𝐎 𝐑 𝐒 𝐃 𝐎 𝐍 𝐎 𝐓 𝐈 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓

A yawn escaped him at this little get-together by the pool, the children’s 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. “Mom I’m twenty one now,” he had huffed the night before but like all sweet loving mothers, she replied with, “You’re still my little Takahiro”, 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.

“Dude, this party blows.”

Mattsun joked, nursing the juice box in his hand that a little girl had given him. “Can’t we just slip away? I mean we’ve been here for the required time, not too long and not too short, this is the perfect time to ditch.”He 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.

“The barbecue is good though,” Makki uttered, opening his can of peach soda. “Plus, it isn’t so bad.”

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 Shimazaki’s house, entered the youngest mother in the neighbourhood. Hanamaki couldn’t help the way his body sat up from the pool chair to listen in to the grown-up’s conversation.

“Y/N, you made it!” Mrs. Hanamaki exclaimed with glee, clapping her hands. “You look fantastic!”

“Where’s Kisumi? Oh! Little Hayato has grown taller!” Mattsun’s mother squealed, waving excitedly at the five year old, his round floater around his tiny hips, eager eyes looking out at the pool.

“Kisumi is out of town, he has important business in Tokyo,” you smiled sweetly. “Oh but he did send desserts from Tokyo.” You showed them the expansively wrapped box from a popular bakery. “Thank you so much for inviting us.”

“Mama, pool!” Hayato bounced impatiently on the balls of his feet, tugging at your skirt. “Pool! Pool!”

“I guess it isn’t so bad,” 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.

“I hope you don’t mind if I swim with Hayato and cut the talk short for now. He’s been excited the whole car ride here.”

They didn’t mind, the mothers praised you for your dedication as a mother while the men couldn’t 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.

“Shit,” 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.

“Is it me or has she gotten hotter?” 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.

“It should be a sin to be that attractive,” 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 wouldn’t be opposed to holding them for you if it became too much for you.

“Oh, Hiro and Issei! It’s so good to see you both!” You made your way to them, smiling at the two handsome young men. “How sweet of the two of you to be here for your siblings. How’s college?” You leaned on the edge of the pool, the two boys becoming red in the face, your cleavage on full display.

“It’s all good, Ms.Y/N,” they beamed back at you, boyish grins both unsure if they wanted to keep a conversation with you. If they did it’d be harder to not be caught undressing you in their minds and wondering how those soft, full mounds felt beneath their palms.

“I don’t want to be that person to ask for favors in events like these but,” 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. “Hiro,”

Makki’s heart jumped at the use of his first name, a nickname even.

“Your mom told me you used to clean the pools in the big houses in the neighborhood for some extra cash,” you turned your head slightly, giving them a view of your profile. “If you wouldn’t mind coming over some time I would pay you extra even just for the service.”

Hanamaki played the scenario out in his head. Replays of the porn he’s seen before flashing before his eyes, the request you made making his throat dry. Mattsun too couldn’t 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.

“I’d be happy to lend a hand,” Makki quickly blurted, warmth spreading in his chest when your eyes met his as you smiled thankfully up at him.

“Aren’t you usually in Okinawa during the summer?” Mattsun leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs, a charming smirk playing on his face.

“Oh,” you paused, the sinking feeling you’ve been trying to ignore creeping up again. “Well, 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 swimsuit…it’s something I wore when was younger but it was the only one I have here. The others are in our beach house in Okinawa,” you murmured, readjusting the straps a little conscious.

“You look great, Ms. Y/N,” Makki complimented, not missing the way your cheeks flushed. He meant what he said. He really did. He’s had the biggest crush on you ever since you moved in during his final year in Seijoh.

“Thank you boys,” you giggled. “But please drop the Ms. We’re friends aren’t we?”

They nodded, both of them feeling the rush in their veins caused merely by your attention.

“I heard from Iwaizumi’s mom he’s doing well in California, and Oikawa is in Argentina! Even though I’ve only known you boys for a short time, I can’t help but feel just as proud as your mothers.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, the meek motion and the sweet, heartfelt words making them melt before you.

“You’re too sweet, Ms— I mean, Y/N,” 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 Shimazaki’s 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 Makki’s 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 couldn’t 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 you’d 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 you’d 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t on your face but lower, on your bosom. It was so inappropriate and yet…his attention made you feel, desirable. Something you haven’t felt in a long while. Your cheeks grew hot beneath his stare trying to busy yourself with brushing your son’s 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 Adam’s 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 Mattsun’s dad and Mattsun, talking about the latest affordable and eco-friendly car models. Distracted by this, Makki couldn’t shake the feeling that you were still looking at him. But that couldn’t be, right? He was probably just imagining things and kept telling himself that it was impossible. You were happily married. Right?

“Y/N-san is hot as fuck,” Mattsun whistled, the two of them strolling down the neighborhood after dark, on the way home. “She’s not that older than us either. She’s 27 from what I’ve heard. And after having a kid, she’s still a fucking babe.”

Makki agreed wholeheartedly, feeling less guilty about his lustful conscience, that at least he wasn’t the only one who saw you that way.

“Do you still have a crush on her?”

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.

“You remember the time Y/N came over to Oikawa’s house with her homemade cookies when the team was having victory dinner?”

“Yeah, Toru’s mom made sukiyaki,” Makki hummed, the memory a fond one.

“The whole team found her hot. So you’re not alone.” Mattsun grinned. “She’s like the only milf in the neighborhood so…”

“Hey don’t call her that,” Makki nudged him in the side.

“Am I wrong?”

Makki was silenced once more, blushing as he recalled the sight of you today. Issei wasn’t wrong. It’s just that term was taboo wasn’t it? Along with all his thoughts too. It wasn’t 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.

“Keep it in your pants when you go clean their pool alright,” 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 Makki’s house.

“I could hear you and Issei from across the neighborhood,” his mother had chuckled when he entered, stood by the kitchen counter putting the leftovers in the fridge.

“Sorry mom,” he shrugged, hands deep in his pockets.

“It’s alright. It takes me back,” she laughed, closing the fridge door. “Can you believe that Y/N is only six years older than you are?”

Makki couldn’t 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 didn’t feel your eyes on him in the Shimazaki’s house.

He chanted “it’s just a part-time job”, “nothing is going to happen” and “I’ll be in control”, 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.

Makki’s palms had been sweating seconds before he even stood by your door after letting him in through the gate through the intercom.

“Thank you for coming, Hiro,” 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.

“Good morning,” 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 you’d gladly serve him some. He’d be lying he wasn’t 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 he’d be left alone with you once the driver arrives. You’d be alone for two weeks.

“Baiii baiiii Makki!” 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.

‘Keep it in your pants okay? If not…give me details later.’

Ass, Makki snickered to himself.

“Hiro, it’s going to rain,” 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. “I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a new one. Oh no, I’m so sorry Hiro.” 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.

“I-it’s fine! Hey, be careful!” 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 couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried, ignore the softness of your breasts pressed up against his chest.

“Hiro, I’m so sorry,” 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. “I-I’ll— you have a scratch on your knee. I’ll go get you a band-aid!” 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 didn’t 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.

“Did you hurt your back?” You asked him. “I feel awful that I caused you so much inconvenience.”

Had you always been a klutz? He wondered.

“N-no it’s fine. It’s just a scratch and it’s just a phone. None of it is your fault, Ms. Y/N. I should’ve been more careful,” 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.

“I’ll get you a new phone, I promise.” You swore, placing a band-aid on his now disinfected gash. “There we go, all done.” 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.

“Oh! Sorry! It’s a habit. Whenever my son gets boo boo’s I’d kiss it to make the pain go away,” 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.

“You apologize a lot,” Makki tried to break the tension, rubbing the nape of his neck as you moved to sit next to him on the couch. “And…the kiss…made it feel all better.” He muttered the last part softly but you had heard it.

Giggles bubbled from your chest. “I’m glad.”

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 you’d 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.

“I-I’m fine,” you replied with a forced smile. You weren’t 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.

“Are you sure? You seem to be in pain, Ms. Y/N. Should I call your husband?” He didn’t want to call your husband, he wanted to be alone with you even more.

“No need for that,” you quickly responded, your cup of tea untouched and only warming your hands. “It’s embarrassing to say…”

“It’s not embarrassing if you’re in pain. I’m actually a little worried,” he laughed nervously, trying to meet your shifting gaze.

You took a breath. “My…chest. I-It hurts.”

Chest pain?! “Do you want me to call an ambulance or something?”

“No, it’s nothing like that!” Your voice got higher, waving your hand to dismiss his initiative. “I—,” your tone softened, placing your cup on the coffee table, hands folded on your lap. “I still breastfeed Hayato…and it hurts a little that’s all.”

Makki swallowed, eyes on your plump breasts. “Oh…”

“I did feed him before he left but he didn’t really drink much…”

“Pumping the milk out makes it better right?”

“Yeah,” you blinked a couple of times at him. “How did you know that—

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.

“H-Hiro!” You squealed, your hands wrapping around his wrists as his large hands groped and massaged your breasts, guiltily finding relief with his touch. “W-what are you doing!?”

“Just wanted to help you, that’s all,” he replied, eyes glued on your tits, desire stirring in his lower belly. You weren’t even wearing a bra! How was he supposed to stop?

“D-don’t—hey! Wait!”

He pulled down the hem of your blouse, tits spilling out, bouncing freely and nipples puffy, he couldn’t help but play with your sensitive nipples, pulling and rolling the peak, the sensation shivering down to your cunt.

“S-stop that,” your voice was breathy, chest heaving and back arching when he played with them a little too harshly. “Hiro, please stop. This is—wrong!” You protested, denying over and over how good it felt. “Don’t be so rough with them.”

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, taller…stronger. It was futile. The way he suckled at your aching breasts brought you relief, melting away your resolve.

“H-Hiro, if you keep sucking like that, m-my…” before you can even say it, relief washes over you, sweet milk spilling on Hiro’s 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.

“You taste so good,” he moaned, mouth full on your tit, his cock now straining against his jeans.

“We shouldn’t be doing this—Ah—you shouldn’t,” you tried to string together but you were too lost, too sensitive to his touch, pleasure easily clouding your mind.

“But don’t you feel better?” 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. “It hurts when they’re too full right?I can help with you that. Since you were so nice to me, I wanna be nice to you too.”

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.

“H-Hiro,” 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 haven’t 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.

“Are you getting turned on by me milking your tits?” 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. “You’re so fucking wet. Didn’t know you were such a slut, Y/N-san.”

“Don’t t-talk to me like that,” you turned your head away in shame, walls clenching around nothing at the delicious feeling of his fingers toying with your clit.

“You have such pretty tits, so heavy…so full of milk,”he 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.

“I-I’m gonna cum, Hiro. If you don’t stop, I-I’ll cum,” 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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.

“I’m sorry, I’m doing this Y/N. But I just can’t help myself,” 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.

“D-don’t. We can’t—ah!”

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.

“Fuck!” 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 husband’s melting too quickly with each thrust.

“H-Hiro,” you whined, body jolting whenever his hips met yours, the pace fast, cock kissing your cervix over and over.

“Fuck, I dreamed about this for so long,” 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 couldn’t stop his hips and he was filled with nothing but the thought of filling your cunt till you were dripping with his cum. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Hiro, s-stop! Too rough. Please, slow down,” your voice was high pitched and your words were cut off by pants in between.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” His lips left your breast, white milk leaking from your puffy nipples. Makki’s 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 couldn’t believe you were enjoying this, it’s 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.

“You’re such a slut, Ms. Y/N,” he purred, licking his lips, fingers playing with your already over-sensitive nipples. “You squirted all over me from getting fucked and having your tits milked.” He slowly continued to roll his hips again, your release making it easier to slide in and out. “Has your husband ever made you cum like that? When was the last he even touched you?”

“D-don’t talk about him please,” you whimpered, gummy walls getting scraped by his cock again. “Hiro, stop. I’m too sensitive.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” 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 couldn’t 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.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your pussy,” he growled, words you’ve never heard from your not so vocal husband. “You’re so hot. Fuck, Fuck. Fuck.”

You didn’t 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.

“Cum inside me, Hiro,” you placed your palm against his cheek, his eyes shooting up from your cunt to meet your eyes. All hazy yet honey glazed. “Go ahead,” 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 other’s 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. “You came so much, Hiro.”

Your words made him blush. The feral sex crazed man he was a couple of seconds ago, gone.

“I better clean you up, Y/N.” He stuttered, realizing what he had done, all the reason and logic he didn’t 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.

“Did you really dream about me like this, Takahiro?” 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.

“I—,” he hesitated. But he had nothing to hide. Not after this. “Yeah…”

“I didn’t know you had a little crush on me,” you teased, pulling him back to sit down on the couch. “Did thoughts of me make you hard?” 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.

“And you had to deal with it all by yourself?” You cooed with sympathy, kissing his cheek and rubbing your cunt along his cock. Makki quickly nodded again. “Awe, poor, Hiro.” You sweetly embraced him. “It must’ve been painful.” 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.

“Do you want me to make it all better?” 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.

“Want you,” he choked out, lifting your hips up a little so his tip caught at your entrance. “I always wanted you.” He confessed, groaning when you slowly lowered yourself on his cock.

“Oh, sweet, sweet, Hiro,” you purred, resting your arms on his shoulders and looking at him, his cute desperate expression making your core clench. “You’re such a good boy aren’t you? Always so good to me and to think you have wanted me all these years. Such patience.”

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.

“Don’t you think good boys should be rewarded?” 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.

“Then I’m going to claim four years’ worth of rewards.”

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rinoomi · 2 years

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Give your moots a valentine!!

oh no, okay let's see 👩🏻‍🦯

@nakizumie - it's been iwa for 7 years and it'll be iwa forever <3 iwarie so true omggg rin is gonna ask you out too but it's up to you if you wanna say yes :3 or even better go out with me lol 😩✌🏻

@ryesei - mattsun duh or is it the mystery girl? 😌 <33

@shoyotime - oikawaaaaaa (inez i have a feeling he hates physics too) I was gonna say sumn like he'd call you "nez chan" but now all I can hear in my head is zenitsu screaming nezuko chan help🧍🏻‍♀️

@kazuphoria - sunarinnnnnn!! I can also picture atsumu asking you out!! :"0 he thinks your vv cool and hot and wants to be your valentine so badd, will he get his heartbroken?

@sakusaww - who else but kuroo ? he better treat you well or rimi ain't the only one coming for his ass 🤨 he's got a whole movie night planned out, maybe rewatch pride & prejudice? :"0

@mxtchalilies - rimi is calm and collected but she also rambles a lott (and I LOVE that fr) soo maybe suga? (idk why but this match seems soo good to me aaaa😭) also! thoma! (the dynamic would be vvv cute) and it's up to you to choose :3

@leyyvi - levi levi levi (cmon do I need to explain myself?) and kuroo too (pls idk why but ley and kuroo sounds nice!!)

@sunbeamx - kuroo again *sighs* but fr I think suna would def have a crush on you (your vibes are soo hot fr) and ask you out, what you gonna do nova?

@sunkeiji - akaashi ofc :"D the day starts with keiji making breakfast for you and bringing it to your room so he can watch you eat while he admires you! he's gonna ask you to be his valentine while he's at it! <3 breakfast in bed aaaaa

@heich0e - I thought a LOT and I'm gonna say either eren or futakuchi :"0 (I had gojo and kuroo in mind too aaaa)

@tobibam - kageyama! but yamaguchi is gonna ask you out as well! :'o

@miyamartina - i can't choose between osamu and akaashi help so I'm gonna leave the choice to you em :3 staying indoors and cooking and painting together (like painting canvases! with acrylic paints and all hehhe)

@laineeey00-ontherun - kita is the only man for mami laine yuppp😌💍

@bontens-sweetheart - suga! or oikawa :3 (oiks would def be at your back calling you "mai chan~" heheh)

@ri-days - hear me out. kageyama. I get such ^o^ vibes from you and as a kagehina shipper I have to assign you kags :3

@belsumu - im going with semi eita! or or maybe makki 🤔 (idk what made me choose them aaaa but I think the dynamic would be vv cute)

@by-kilian - omg hii! ik we haven't interacted much but I'm gonna assign you your valentine and I'm thinking maybe suna or osamu? or maybe semi! it's your choice heheh :3

@keisusaki - megumi gumiiiiii <3 but I wanna say Jean too idk why again 😭🤚🏻

@kiyelle - kiyoomi of course but also semi! (the whole lively x laid back dynamic yupp <3)

@keijinn - hmmm something tells me tsukki will ask you out! (idk why him but I can only picture him in my mind rn😭🤚🏻) wait! megumi too :3

@veenxys - shigaraki ofc! your one and only heheh <3

@dingdongitsbees - kuroo it is! but hear me out bee. atsumu. idk I can picture both of you as besties but he ends up asking you to be his valentine and you're just like :0

@animated-moon - tendou satori all the wayyyy mwahhhh written in the stars fr or written in the moon oOoOo

@tearofvenus - osamu miyaaa of course! he's got a whole date planned out but ofc dinner will be cooked by him :3 candle light dinner oml <3

@sakusa-kiyomine - i almost forgot theo omg I'm sorry editing it rn aaaa but yess sakusa kiyoomi. <33

#tried my best to include as many!#fir plays matchmaker! :"0

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sugas-sweetheart · 3 years

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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! 😍😍😚💍

I was wondering if I could request a haikyuu matchup from you (if not, just ignore and ily so much)! Besides oogway ascends😫 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 extrovert🤢, 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 🤔

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 Matsukawa’s initial advances about you claiming he could look after his own love life but Matsukawa couldn’t let it go that easily.

Matsukawa set up a “group trip” 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 you’re like one of the only mutuals I know in a relationship I’m entrusting you to get with Makki before Matsukawa forces it but he’ll take the credit for yall anyway :’)

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 he’d be good at like proof reading essays and stuff?? So he’s 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 doesn’t 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

#anteros records matchup 💘#haikyuu matchups #Emma 🧇

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taytak3syou · 1 year

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WHATS MY NAME?

pairings: MatsuHana, BokuAka, IwaOi, DaiSuga, KuroKen

TW: fluff content

Summary: Boyfriends just asking what their name is in their boyfriends’ contacts

MATSUHANA

Babe😫: Makki, whats my name in your contacts?

Strawberry💍: ‘Mattsun☠️’ Why?

Baby😫: Are you lying?

Strawberry💍: Yes

BOKUAKA

Kou💗: AKAASHI, whats my name in your contacts?

BABY OWL🥺: It’s ‘Kou💗’ Why?

Kou💗: AW KAASHI THATS SO CUTE🥰🥰😍😍😍

IWAOI

Pillow princess👑: IWA IWA IWA IWA

Daddy Iwa😳: What?

Pillow princess👑: What’s my name in your contacts?

Daddy Iwa😳: It’s pillow princess

Pillow princess👑: IWA STOPPP

DAISUGA

Sugar😘: Hey Dai, whats my name?

Police man🥴: Sugawara?

Sugar😘: No in contacts dumbass

Police man🥴: It’s ‘Sugar😘’

Sugar😘: AW BABY THATS SO CUTE😍💗💗

KUROKEN

Kitten😻: Kuroo what my name in your contacts?

Tetsu😽: It’s ‘Kitten😻’ why? What’s mine?

Kitten😻: It’s ‘Tetsu😽’

Tetsu😽: AWWWHHH KENMAAAA💗

Kitten😻: Stfu Kuroo☠️

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader

summary: people are never really what they seem to be with first impressions. You should’ve known better. If you had, you wouldn’t be in this situation. Wouldn’t have been afraid of him. Wouldn’t be losing your virginity to him…

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 didn’t 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 weren’t a complete outsider for sure, you were always invited for parties, gatherings, and outings but you’d 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?

“Don’t keep me waiting, hurry up,” he drawled out, voice deep and bouncing off the small enclosed darkroom of the storage room on campus.

“Hanamaki-san,” your voice quivered, uttering his name striking you with fear and intensifying your trembling. It was a miracle your knees haven’t given way, especially with how close he was. “Please, I-I don’t want to do this. Please don’t make me.”

Makki was never really the bullying type…well…till 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 couldn’t 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 could’ve 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.

“This might be more to your liking,” 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. “Don’t worry there’s not much alcohol in it, mostly cranberry juice.”

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 should’ve 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 couldn’t 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 you’d 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.

“C’mon, baby, don’t be like that,” 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. “I don’t have a lot of time till my next class, so just bend over and let me see your cute little pussy.”

His lewd words made you shiver, your nails digging into the flesh of your palms. “You don’t want me to share the video with anyone else don’t you?”

You quickly shook your head, wondering what he meant by ‘anyone else’. 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.

“Go on then,” 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.

“Take them off,” 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. “Fuck…give them to me.”

“B-But I still have classes for the day,” you blurted out, turning your head a little to look at him, wishing you didn’t because your eyes easily caught sight of the outline of his cock in his slacks.

“That’s not my problem,”

“Hanamaki—,” he rolls his eyes and teased the pad of his middle finger at your entrance making you cry out.

“Keep it down why don’t you. I thought you didn’t want people to know,” he tutted, gathering the slick that had begun to drip from your pussy the more he caressed you down there. “Are you enjoying this?”

“I—,” you were about to protest loudly but you quickly softened your tone. “I’m not.”

“Then why are you getting so wet?” 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.

“I don’t want this,” 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.

“You say that but your pretty pussy says something else,” Makki chuckled.

His touch left you and you breathed out a sigh of relief, if he had continued going like that, you would’ve cummed.

Reclining in his seat, he spreads his legs, getting comfortable as if to watch a movie or a show. “Spread your lips for me baby, and touch yourself. Make yourself cum.”

“W-what? No! That’s,” your voice grew small.

“It’s what?” His tone shifted.

“It’s humiliating.”

Makki sighed, taking out his phone. “Guess I have to show the school how much of a slut you really are and that you aren’t that prim and proper after all.”

“No! Makki! Please, anything but that!” You begged, falling to your knees before him, your hands balled into fists by his feet. “W-Why?” You sniffled. “Why are you doing this?” 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. “Do I need to have a reason?”

His words confused you and didn’t help to calm you down, especially when he pulled you up onto his lap, spreading your legs and hooking your feet around his calves.

“What are you doing?!” You struggled against him, a hand groping your breast through your bra while the other traveled south.

“Gonna do what I asked of you for you, I should’ve guessed you wouldn’t know. Have you ever even touched yourself?” Your cheeks bloomed with heat at his words and your wriggling stopped, knowing that it was useless to fight back.

“I—I have…,” you shyly admitted, wanting to opt for touching yourself rather than him touching you like this. You hoped he would change his mind. “I’ll do what you say…”

“It’s too late for that now, you’re on my lap already anyways,” he dismissed your words, fingers finding your clit once more and rolling the nub between them, whistling at how wet you had become. “No one has ever touched like this haven’t they?”

You shook your head, walls clenching around nothing, the growing feeling of the need to have something inside of you becoming stronger.

“Good,” he purred. “Because this pussy is mine.” 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.

“Makki,” you cried, trying to pry his hand off of you. The lewd squelch of your cunt and your pants filled the room. “Stop that—ahh!”

He thrusted his digits deeper, reaching places you couldn’t, 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.

“Such a dirty girl, making such a big mess,” he teased before latching onto your neck, kissing the soft skin and nibbling at it to leave marks. “Your walls are sucking me in. Do my fingers feel that good?”

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 shouldn’t 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?

“Fuck,” he groaned against your ear, the deep guttural sound making your pussy throb as you cum all over his fingers. “Holy shit, you squirted. Fuck that’s hot.”

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 didn’t 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 didn’t think it’d 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 wasn’t.

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.

“Same time tomorrow and I’ll meet you later after classes, alright?” He glanced at his watch. “Shit, I’m ten minutes late to class. You’re gonna have to pay for that later Princess.” 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 would’ve 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 didn’t 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.

“Mhm?” 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. “You’re Makki’s girl right?”

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 can’t 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 you’re 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 he’d be able to join yours and his best friend’s 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.

“Eenie, meenie, miny mo, catch your kitten by her toes, if she screams don’t let her go,”

Seated in your class your phone buzzes, Makki’s 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 couldn’t 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.

‘Still can remember how warm your pussy was against my palm. I’ll pick you up after your class and we’ll go to your place to chill. Want to see you work your pretty mouth on my cock and take my cum.’

“Awe are you crying?” 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.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Open your mouth,” 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. “Good little fucking cumslut. Fuck.”

The salty-sweet taste lingered on your tongue as you helplessly look up at him, into the camera’s 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.

“Swallow.”

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.

“What a dumb fucking slut. You like the taste of my cum, Hm? Wanna be my little cumdump?” 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 couldn’t help but cry.

He sighed. “What a fucking cry baby.” 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 wasn’t 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?

“Look at ya,” he moved his phone to your gaze, your fucked out expression making you bury your face into his chest out of shame and embarrassment. “Pretty little whore.”

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.

“Makki,” you mumbled, clenching your thighs together. You weren’t sure why you had uttered his name like that. Was it to protest? To urge him on? You didn’t know and you didn’t 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 can’t. You’ve 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.

“Ha…hanamaki,” you breathed out, your belly growing hot with need.

“Want me to stuff my fingers inside your needy cunt, isn’t it? I know that’s what you want,” he growled against your tit, toying with your clit, cock throbbing at how wet you had become.

“Wanna cum,” you mumbled softly, hands gripping his shoulders, hips bucking into his hand, the shame you had felt earlier melting from his touch.

“What did you just say?” Makki was taken by surprise. That was probably the first time he’s 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. He’s 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.

“Wanna cum, Makki, please,” you stuttered out, eyes closing at the friction you were receiving with the way your hips betrayed you. “Please make me cum.”

“If that’s what you want and since you asked so nicely,” 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 didn’t.

Knelt between your legs, he had his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, tip pink and leaking with precum. “W-what…” your throat went dry, your tongue poking out as if it wanted to taste his cock again. “What are you doing? You can’t—no way!” 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.

“Fuck,” 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.

“S-stop that! I can’t!” 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 didn’t think it’d get this far. But apart of you hated and yet didn’t mind losing your virginity to Makki, and the very conflicting thought of it was making your eyes tear up again.

“I know you’re a virgin,” he teased, pinching your waist as he slowly rocked back and forth again, enjoying the view of his length slotted between your pretty lips. “I’ll be gentle.”

“W-what makes you think…I’ll believe you,” you whimpered, lip trembling as you tried to hold back your tears and pent-up emotions. You know you shouldn’t talk back to him like this, who knows what he’ll do but you couldn’t help it. You had seen him in a different light before he started acting like this, started bullying you. “You’re so mean to me…it hurts. I don’t know what I did to make you hate me this much.”

Makki froze. You got it all wrong.

“You think I hate you?” His voice softened, yet it was grim. You kept your gaze away from him, scared to look him in the eyes. “Hey, look at me.” You couldn’t. “You asked me to make you cum. I’m being nice right now by actually obliging your request sweetheart.”

You pouted in defeat, his words making you feel as if you were the bad person in this situation.

“Plus, I can see your cute little hole clench around nothing, just begging to be filled,” he leaned close to your hear, the pad of his thumb massaging your clit before he kissed along your neck, marking you as his. “I don’t hate you, baby.” 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. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t be thinking of you every single day, fucking my fist at the mere imagination of you when I’m alone and even hang around you. Would a person who hates you do all that?”

You didn’t know, you couldn’t fathom it not with how the head of his cock popped inside your tight hole, crying out at the slight burning feeling. “Makki, it hurts!”

“Shh, it’ll go away, it’s like that. Don’t worry baby,” he kissed your tears away, the sudden gentleness, the almost lover’s care he was giving you, making your heart flutter when it shouldn’t. “You feel so fucking good,” 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. “Hiro, c-can feel you inside,” you whimpered, breaths, hot and heavy.

“Yeah? Feels good, doesn’t it? To have my cock stretch your Virgin pussy?” 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. “Told you so.”

“Hiro,” 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 didn’t 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?

“H-Hiro,” you murmured softly, almost so sweetly.

His forehead pressed against yours, his breath fanning over your lips as he satisfactorily hummed,

“Good girl. I knew you’d be a cock hungry little whore,” his harsh words made your lips tremble once more, the urge to cry resurfacing. “I’m gonna fuck you till your leaking with my cum for days. Gonna breed this pretty little cunt.”

“D-don’t say that,” your cheeks heated up in shame. Was that how someone who loves another person speaks to someone they loved?

“Too crude for you?” 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. “Better get used to it princess, you belong to me now. You’re mine and mine alone. If anyone asks, I’m your boyfriend.”

“W-what about me…what am I to you?” You panted, trying so hard not to get overwhelmed with how delicious his cock felt dragging along your walls but it was futile.

“I told you already. Mine.”

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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here me out, crush!iwa being generous by letting the 3 play with his gf while she's in HIS lap. they could do anything only if the gf consented bc consent IS a must kids,, like use her toys on her or get a little taste 🤩 but they can't use their horse cocks

oh my lord....( should’ve written this idea instead did the one in my drafts, BUT I will indulge in this thought because I WANT TO ) I need to finish part 2 oh my lord , it’s 7 k words atm cause so many things going on in a five some 🤡

CRUSH ( BONUS )

Iwaizumi x reader ( ft. Mattsun, Makki, Oikawa)

cw: use of sex toys, voyeurism, smut, a sprinkle of praise kink, Seijoh 4.

not proof read

M I NO R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T

They will enjoy watching you squirm on Iwaizumi’s lap whose lips would be pressed against your neck as he whispers how good your being for them while Mattsun holds the vibrator against your clit, your panties getting soaked by the second the more they played with you.

Makki’s hands covered your breasts and fondled them, pinching and rolling your pebbled peaks between his slender fingers as you bite back a moan when you felt your panties being moved aside while the bulbous tip of the pink toy teased at your entrance, Oikawa‘s chocolate brown eyes gazing at you with such intensity and interest at your reactions as he inches the dildo slowly inside of you inch by inch. Your back arched off of Iwa and into Makki’s hold as you shakily breathed out, finding relief with the toy that filled you up instead of their own cocks.

“Such a pretty girl,” Mattsun hummed, pressing the vibrator against your clit as Oikawa slowly began to thrust the dildo in and out of your cunt, the length of it covered with your slick and beginning to create a crescendo of squelches from from being fucked.

You buried your face into the crook of Iwaizumi’s neck, your hot breath fanning against his skin as soft moans fleeted from your lips. “Good girl. Do you like how they’re making you feel baby?”

You nodded, whining a little as your legs trembled from the hot electricity in your growing taut lower belly.

“Fuck, she’s so cute like this,” Makki groaned, his cock painfully hard in his pants just like Mattsun and Oikawa. “Agh, not fair...” he muttered to himself, still grateful that he’s able to touch you like this, to have a little taste. “She’s so sensitive,” he said with a smirk, pinching your nipples, a wanton moan escaping your lips to only prove his point.

“She’s dripping,” Oikawa chuckled, working the dildo in and out of your sopping cunt, your juices rolling down your stretched out entrance onto Iwaizumi’s lap, a dark spot forming on his sweats. “Oh, Y/N-chan how beautiful you are. Iwa-chan is so lucky.”

“G-gonna—,” your voice trembled, walls clenching around the toy as the coil inside you knotted further tightly, pleasure coming and going in rapid, fluttering waves. “Gonna cum,” you whined softly, the embarrassment and vulnerability you felt earlier completely gone by now.

“Yeah?” Mattsun smirked, his other hand cupping the back of your head as his thumb petted your hair, and beginning to move the vibrator in slow circles while Oikawa increased his hands pace, thrusting the dildo in and out of you faster enough to easily send you over the edge. A high pitched squeak mixed with a sharp gasp came from your parted lips, body arched and thighs trembling as the coil inside you snapped. A burst of white was all you saw as you came, cumming messily all over your boyfriends lap.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Makki groaned, your juices dripping down the dildo and coating Oikawa’s slender lithe fingers. You slumped against Iwaizumi trying to catch your breath as warm kisses were peppered on your cheek and shoulder.

The boys pulled away the throbbing in their pants painful at the sight of you all worn out and draped over your boyfriend in the mess they’ve made you create. Oikawa licked his fingers, a hum of delight leaving him as he tasted your release. “So perfect.”

“You guys should take care of that,” Iwaizumi spoke as he held you in his arms, gesturing to their hard one.

“Sure she can’t help us take care of it Iwa-Chan?” Oikawa pouted and batted his lashes, a scowl quick to form on his best friend’s face.

“Oi, don’t push your luck,” Mattsun punched Oikawa in the arm softly.

Iwaizumi sighed, his body growing hotter when he could feel your soft wet lips kissing his neck. “I guess you idiots can watch.” He gently moved you to face him, your thighs spread apart on either side of his lap, your cunt resting against his erection. “That’s okay with you right baby?”

Your cheeks heated up at the idea of being watched despite having been so vulnerable to them moments ago but you still meekly nodded, not entirely opposed to the idea.

“Can we cum on you?” Makki asked excitedly, wanting to eat back his words at the glare Iwa threw at him, a retort ready to be flung into the strawberry blond.

“I-it’s okay,” you murmured shyly, arms wrapped around your boyfriend’s neck. Iwaizumi was against the idea...he didn’t like the thought of someone else’s cum on you but since you didn’t mind, he complied. Anything for you.

“Fine,” he huffed, freeing his cock from his sweats and lining himself at your entrance “Down her back or her ass nowhere else.” His friends internally punched their fists in the air in victory but on the outside they were all whipping out their stiff cocks ready to fuck their fists to the sight of you being fucked by your dear boyfriend.

#tw.voyeurism #tw sex toys #iwaizumi x reader #Iwaizumi smut #Makki smut #Mattsun smut #seijoh 4 smut #haikyuu smut #drabbles #💍.makki #💍.mattsun #💍.iwaizumi #💍.oikawa

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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—12:05 am

Matsukawa Issei x f!reader (ft. Makki)

summary: ( post time skip ) He loved to tease you. Didn’t 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 it’s 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 he’s just being a mean dom, but I just had to add Makki to the fray cause idk they’re like a packaged deal asdfghjkl anyways! enjoy lovely people!!! this just proves that my recent obsession are these two

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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 it’s barely been fifteen minutes since you got here with your boyfriend and his fellow tall towering friends.

He’s 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 didn’t 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.

“As I said, this woman, right, made me forget who on earth Shakira was,” Oikawa concluded, a wistful smile on his face at the memory and drink in hand. “Her hips did not lie.”

“If she was so great what was her name?” 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.

“Issei,” you softly whimpered, your fingers clutching the lapel of his coat.

“Are you okay Y/N?” 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.

“Oh...I’m just a little—ah—,” your breath caught in your throat, Issei’s thick fingers stuffed in your cunt.

Makki’s 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...

“She’s probably had too much to drink,” Issei played it off like nothing. Like he wasn’t pumping your tight plush walls with his scissoring fingers. “You could never hold your liquor.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

You only nodded, burying your face into Issei’s arm, praying that they don’t catch on to your boyfriend’s antics.

“Gosh, you two make me so jealous,” Makki whined, ruffling his own hair. “You 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 didn’t last more than three months. But the sex was great.”

“Was the last part really necessary?” Iwaizumi raised a questioning brow, on his second round of beer while Makki gave him a deadpan look.

“Y/N is a bit of a pillow princess really,” Issei spoke so casually.

“We can tell,” 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 couldn’t think straight with how Issei was thrusting his fingers in and out of your drooling cunt.

“Always needs me to do everything for her, don’t I, baby?” 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.

“Issei’s being mean,” you muttered, hiding your face behind his shoulder.

“Am I?” 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.

“But she’s a good girl, just like she always has been since high school,” Issei added his eyes on his friend’s expressions that were far too curious about his sex life with you. “Plus, she gives immaculate head.” 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.

“Well I can’t agree with you till I experience it,” Oikawa lightly joked but his tone was far too serious.

“Is that so?” Issei then turned to you, his lips against your ear, whispering but loud enough for only his friends to hear. “Hear that baby? Oikawa here wants you to suck him off. What do you say?”

“I’ll give you a good time, Y/N-chan,” Oikawa sang with a competitive smile.

“Choose wisely,” Issei lowered his voice, rolling your clit between his fingers.

“Just want Issei,” 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.

“What did you say, my love? Could you say that a bit louder? Couldn’t really hear you,” Issei teased, teasing your entrance by barely letting his fingertips inside.

“I only want Issei,” you said louder, glazing your eyes at Oikawa who had an all too knowing look on his expression and you felt your heart drop.

He’s caught on. He knew what Issei was doing.

“You sure, chibi-chan?”

“Oi drop it Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi intervened seeing the vulnerable expression on your face like you were on the brink of crying.

“Y/N,these two idiots are just teasing,” Makki reassured, reaching for your hand on the table and giving it a gentle squeeze, offering you a comforting smile.

You wished he didn’t do that because you had an iron grip on his hand now as Issei plunged three digits into you, his pace unrelenting. The stretch didn’t hurt, it was far from being painful, Issei’s 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.

“Are you okay?” Makki asked again, his concern making you feel guilty. “They’re just teasing. Just like back in the day. Don’t mind it.”

“She’s more than fine,” Oikawa butted in a sinister grin on his face. “It’s just the alcohol isn’t it, Y/N-chan?” He giggled. “I don’t understand why you always drink with us when you’re such a lightweight.”

“Trashykawa, I swear to god if you don’t shut your pie hole I’m going to—,” Iwa grumbled like a beast ready to pounce and Oikawa immediately stiffened, raising his arms in surrender.

“Iwa-chan!” He whined.

“You two I swear...” Makki sighed, his hand still holding yours and rubbing soothing circles on it.

“Cum all over my fingers,” 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. “Won’t punish you when we get home, I promise. I’ll be nice and give it to you nice and deep. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

He said all this in the midst of Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s 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.

“Good girl,” Issei kissed the crown of your head with a proud satisfied smile. “Go ahead and cum.”

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 Hanamaki’s 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. Makki’s 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, that’s because he picked up on it after several times of coming to yours and Issei’s place with his own key late at night. He noticed that every time you two went at it, you’d wince and your smile would falter when Issei or he touched you.

Makki gulped. ‘Issei you sly dog,’ he telepathically sent to the dark brunette with a glare. But he wasn’t gonna lie, he wanted in.

“Issei, can we go home...” you mumbled, batting your lashes at him pleadingly.

“You shouldn’t have drunk too much, baby.” Issei lightly chided, tapping your nose lightly.

“Sorry...” you stared down on your lap, pulling your skirt down.

“It’s okay, man. You two can go home. She already seems out of it,” Iwaizumi spoke up, ignoring the tension at your shared table. “Can you drive?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, Iwa. Worry about Makki, who’s gonna freeload off of me again and not pay for gas.” 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.

“I’ll pay for gas this time,” Makki uttered, paying his share for the drinks while Issei paid yours and his tab.

“Awee, the fun was cut short,” Oikawa pouted. “That’s okay. We can all hang out again at Mattsun’s place soon.”

“Oh? Yeah sure,” Mattsun shrugged. He didn’t really mind and if he was in a good mood, maybe he’ll let you suck Oikawa off just to prove how much of a good girl you were for him. Besides, he’ll be off to Argentina soon.

“See you later guys,” 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.

“Sit in the back with Makki,” he commanded with a kiss to your forehead before sliding into the driver’s 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.

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 didn’t feel less loved.

“Honey,” Mattsun called out, eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel, you were just about to drift off to sleep.

“Hm?” 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.

“You okay, dude?” Makki piped in, his fingertips that were tapping his thigh to the music still tapping a steady rhythm.

“Honey, could you do me favor?”

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.

“Suck Makki’s dick.”

Your eyes widened and your lips quivered, cheeks turning a bright shade of red. “W-what?”

“Go on, baby. Aren’t you going to be good till we get home? Don’t make me ask twice. Won’t give you what you want later if I do.”

Just like that, your dainty fingers were fumbling over the buckle of Makki’s belt, the strawberry blond frozen in his spot not quick enough to respond to what was happening.

“Y/N, you don’t have to!” 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.

“Don’t worry, dude, it’s fine.” Issei brushed off stopping at a red light. “She wants to. Don’t you Y/N?”

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.

“Do you not want me, Hiro?” You asked him so innocently, fingers unmoving but still wrapped around his throbbing length, and you felt your walls clench around nothing.

“No. It’s not that—,” he stuttered when he felt your gentle warm breath on the head of his cock.

“Don’t be shy Makki. I know you thought about this countless of times.” Issei chuckled, shifting the gear. “Besides, you don’t want her to get punished do you?”

There was a small squeak from you when the word punished slipped from his lips and you leaned forward, Makki’s cock slipping past your lips and into your mouth.

“Ah fuck!” Makki hissed, his fingers tangling with your hair not sure whether if it was to stop you or urge you further down his length.

“She’s good isn’t she?” 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.

“Ah, shit. Shit, fuck! Just like that,” 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.

“Good girl.” 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 Makki’s cock.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He tutted, squeezing your rear and slapping your ass again, the stinging pain spreading through your skin.

You pulled away from Makki’s cock, knowing he’d get mad if you didn’t 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.

“No...” you embarrassedly reply, your hand retracting from your aching and throbbing cunt.

“Then why did you do it?” Another resounding slap bounced off the car’s interior, your fingers clutching on the fabric of Makki’s pants, tears wetting your lashes and streaming down your cheeks.

“Oi, Mattsun--,”

“Because I need daddy.”

Makki’s eyes shut at the way that nickname rolled of your tongue so sweetly. He’s 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.

“You need your cunt stuffed so bad huh? Little slut.” His words sliced right through you but it only heightened your arousal.

“‘M’not a slut,” you sniffled, your hunger for Issei’s 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.

“I 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.”

“I wasn’t lying,” you whimpered pathetically. “I only wanted Isse—daddy. I did as daddy said.” Your lower lip jutted out. “Daddy said he wouldn’t punish me.”

“I know I did but you touched yourself when I told you not to whether I’m around or not,” Mattsun’s 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 didn’t want him to spank you.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized, shifting your body on the backseat to face him. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please, I don’t want to be punished.”

Makki was getting so turned on between yours and Mattsun’s 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.

“You really want to cum so badly?” Mattsun asked, dark eyes looking at you through the rearview mirror the indirectness of it not making it less intense. “Don’t lie to me.”

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.

“Come on Y/N, tell him the truth,” he broke his silence, a grin forming on Mattsun’s face as his best friend decided to join in the teasing. “Can I touch her Mattsun?”

“Be my guest. You better slap her ass if her fingers go anywhere near her cunt.”

“Roger that.” Makki reached down to your pussy, two digits tracing your slit that was absolutely slick. “You’re dripping wet, Y/N.”

“Like I said, a greedy. little. slut.” 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. “Answer Issei’s question baby. I don’t think you want to make him madder than he is now.”

You immediately shook your head, teary eyes gazing up at him.

“I wanna cum,” you shamefully admitted, even humping against Makki’s fingers and whining at how good it felt to relieve your ache even with the slightest bit of contact.

“Wasn't so hard now was it?” 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, you’d 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 Makki’s lucky day.

“If you want to cum so badly, then ride Makki.”

“Shit dude, for real?” Makki grinned like he received the noble peace prize or something but before Mattsun could even reply, you crawled into Hanamaki’s lap, straddling him. If you defied Issei once more, you’ll get punished. You bunched up your skirt high above your waist and moved your panties to the side before you rubbed yourself against Makki’s 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.

“No more teasing please,” you sniffled, almost collapsing onto Makki’s chest. “Please, Hiro.” You swayed your hips a little in an attempt to line him at your entrance.

“She’s so pretty when she begs, Mattsun,” Makki commented, the two of them talking again as if you weren’t here with them, making you feel ignored and at your vulnerable weak-minded state, making you cry a little.

“She’s a crybaby,” Mattsun added, glancing every now and then at the two of you through the mirror.

“Well, we knew that since highschool. Are you always this mean to her?” He questioned, popping the head of his cock into your throbbing cunny making you gasp and whine even more because you knew that you weren’t allowed to move till you were told.

“Teasing her is fun. She makes that cute little pouty face. But when you fuck her good?” His lips tugged into a smile before sighing. “My baby is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Issei’s 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.

“Issei,” 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.

Makki’s head fell against your forehead as he groaned, your cunt sucking him in so tight that he felt as if he wouldn’t even be able to pull out while you instantly became a babbling mess, your sentences broken.

“S-so deep,” you exhaled shakily. “T-too much...can feel you inside.” Your body had collapsed into him now, the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix. He wasn’t 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.

“Why are crying, baby? Didn’t you want this?” Makki purred, hoisting your hips up to let his cock glide out only to slam you back down, making you cry once more. “Fuck, she’s so fucking wet. She’s making a mess all over my lap.” 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 Makki’s cock.

“Greedy little whore,” 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 Makki’s cock.

“G-gonna cum!” You sobbed, hips meeting Makki’s upward thrusts.

“Already?” Makki teased, his fingers wrapping around your fragile neck where a thin string of silver with a cute little heart pendant wrapped around it. “Such a slut to come so easily. We just started baby.”

“Need to cum, please. L-let me cum. Daddy please!” 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, Issei’s 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.

“You’re just a little cocksleeve aren’t you?” Makki growled, releasing your neck, your arms wrapping around him for support, his face buried in your breasts.

“Y-yes, yes, yes, I’m a slut!” You moaned out shamelessly, hips rolling to match Makki’s fast pace, the head of his cock kissing your warm cervix over and over again. “G-gonna cum all over daddy’s cock.”

“Yeah?” Issei licked his lips. “You like the thought of having two Daddies? You know that means double the trouble, princess. Double the punishment too.” Oh, he really couldn’t wait to fuck you senseless when you two got back home.

“Want H-Hiro and Issei. Want daddy to cum inside!” You panted and moaned, Makki’s hands under your blouse groped and squeezed your aching breasts.

“S-shit, she’s sucking me in. Fuck— so tight!” 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 you’ve 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.

“Don’t let a single drop of Makki’s cum go to waste. Keep it in till we get home.” Issei demanded, his tone making you whimper as your body jolted with every thrust.

“Fuck,” 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. “Good girl.” Hanamaki praised, wrapping his arms around you till you recovered, pressing kisses all over your face and thumbs soothingly caressing your hip bone. “Such a good girl for us.”

Mattsun pulled up to the parking lot, the timing just right. The windows had fogged up due to the heat exerted from yours and Makki’s 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 wasn’t absolutely mean to you earlier.

“She’s good isn’t she?”

“Good is an understatement,” Makki exhaled, lifting you off of his cock and looping his arms under your knees to carry you into the house.

“I-Issei,” you mumbled, eyelids fluttering open your mascara smeared beautifully around your eyes.

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy will fuck you nice and hard too.” 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 Issei’s coat, appeared so sweet and kind, pressing a kiss on your forehead every step of the way to the bedroom. You couldn’t believe you had sex with him...you couldn’t 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 Mattsun’s cock teasing your entrance that was now drooling with arousal again and Makki’s cum.

“So, so, so messy,” he tutted, smacking your rear once again, the skin turning a bright shade of red, and before any more droplets of Makki’s 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 ‘daddy’ 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.

“She’s so cute,” Makki sighed, unbuttoning his shirt.

“She is, isn’t she? Sorry, it took this long for you to join us, man,” Issei spoke almost normally were it not for the grunts in between when your gummy walls would tighten and flutter around him.

“Man, I would wait that long again if it meant I get to fuck her till she breaks.”

“I wasn’t kidding when I told her about having the both of us.”

Makki raised his brow. “Is this you officially inviting me to your bed?” He snorted.

“Yes,” 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.

“She’s so fucked out man,” Makki whistled, seeing how your eyes rolled back and shut, and drooling as Issei fucked you like a savage.

“My baby is a spoiled little brat,” he accentuated his thrust, pushing against your cervix making you cry out. “But she’s an obedient little kitten. Aren’t you?” He tugged you by the hair, raising your gaze to Hanamaki but you were so out of it you couldn’t even reply.

And when you felt Issei’s 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 friend—and you’d 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

“Issei...” you managed to say, your voice small and sweet.

“What is it, baby?” 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.

“Happy birthday.”

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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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 🔥

a/n: just some Mattsun nii-chan thoughts ( little ficlet) 🤡 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

“Makki, we shouldn’t,” you whimpered, heat growing in your core as he nipped and sucked the sensitive column of your neck. “Please, stop.” 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. “Nii-chan will get mad.” Your hands pathetically tried to push him off.

“Issei? Pft, it’s not fair that he gets to have fun with you,” he scoffed, cupping your breast through your cotton camisole as you froze beneath him. Does he know about yours and Mattsun’s 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.

“That’s not true,” 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. “Please, Hiro, nii-chan will get mad. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

Makki’s heart melted at that little sentiment. His lip jutted out in a pout, mockery and faux empathy behind them, but you didn’t know that. “You don’t want me to get in trouble? That’s so sweet of you Y/N,” he cooed, still remaining on top of you. “I didn’t know you cared for me like that. Do you like me sweetheart?”

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.

“Don’t be shy,” he chuckled softly, still straddling you on your mattress. “I have a crush on you too. So don’t push me away.” He leaned in to kiss you but you turned your head away, looking at your door scared that Issei could walk in any moment. “You know we only get in trouble if we get caught.”

“Huh?” 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. “Hiro, n-no,” you protested fists pounding again his chest. “Issei-nii is just next door—ah!”

“Fuck,” 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. “I always dreamed about fucking you.”

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.

“Shit, you’re creaming around me, baby,” he grinned, eyes set on where the two of your were connected, the pretty little cunt of his best friend’s little sister split around his cock. “Do you like my cock that much?”

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 he’ll go away. Maybe it’s over. Maybe you saying you didn’t 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 wasn’t enough. His hands pushed your knees to your chest, your eyes widening at how much exposed your traitorous cunt was.

“That’s too bad...” he snickered and reared his hips back till the tip almost left you, only to thrust back in. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t change your mind.”

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 wasn’t as soothing as your Issei-nii. He wasn’t kissing you to make the pain of the stretch go away. Yes you had a crush on him. But you didn’t like how he was doing this to you right now. Didn’t like the way he went about it.

“Issei-nii,” you softly croaked, hands gripping the sheets as you sobbed.

“Wrong name, baby,” 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 won’t 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 Issei’s cock twitch with need, and he really almost lost it when your little hand reached out to him while Makki pounded into you.

“I-Issei—ah!—Issei-nii,” you cried out, the knot in your stomach tightening further. “I’m sor—

“Save it, Princess.” 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. “It’s rude of you to say my name when Makki’s the one filling your greedy little cunt. I’m disappointed.” Your heart sank. “I thought I taught you better than that,” he sighed. “And he’s in love with you too.”

He said he liked you. He didn’t say he loved you. And just like that, guilt stabbed you in the chest.

“H-Hiro,” you nervously squeaked, panting when his length dragged along your sensitive walls. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—ah!” 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.

“We can forgive you,” Makki hummed, squeezing the flesh of your ass. “Can’t we Mattsun?”

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.

“Of course we can.” He caressed your cheek. “Only if she will agree that she’ll be our little slut. What do you say Y/N?”

Makki stopped just when you were about to cum.

“N-no, no! Don’t stop,” you sniffled, close to crying at how your orgasm was denied. “Need to cum, Hiro. Please make me cum.”

“So now you want me to fuck you,” Makki teased, slowly rubbing your clit. “I’ll make you cum if you answer Issei’s question. Will you be our little cum slut? Hm?”

“Yes!” You cried out. At this point you didn’t care or truly understand what you were getting into, you just needed that high you were so close to getting. “I’ll be Hiro and Issei-nii’s cum slut, please, Hiro. Make me cum. Please.”

“I love it when she begs,” Issei groaned.

“She’s so cute when she does. God, and to think you had her all to yourself,” Makki began to pick up his pace, thrusting in and out you, already a moaning babbling mess for him.

“Good girl,” Issei praised, petting your head lovingly. “Why won’t we make Makki’s first time with you memorable Hm? Why won’t we let him cum inside you.”

“Fuck, dude, for real?” Makki’s brows pinched together close to cumming.

“Go ahead,” 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.

“Nii-chan,” 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 Makki’s hot cum drip down your thigh.

“Shh, you did so well,” he hushed, caressing your tear stained cheek. “Think you can let nii-chan fuck you too?”

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 ‘painful ’ ache of his cock.

“Will nii-chan be gentle?” 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. “I can’t promise I will but I’ll try. I’m a little jealous that Makki has you so breathless...do you think he fucks better than me?”

“Clearly, I do,” Makki chuckled, pulling out and watching with adoration the way his cum leaked from your cunny.

“Nii-chan,” 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 it’d 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 Makki’s. 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 wasn’t 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 ol’ nii-chan use you like a cocksleeve.

“Let’s show Makki how cute you really are when you’re properly fucked.”

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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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 doesn’t know how much of a whore you are for makki and makki only💗

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 who’d catch you up on the latest news or gossip in campus, or the latest trends. What you didn’t 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 wasn’t here. It wouldn’t 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.

“I—I think it’s cool you’re in a band,” 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 shouldn’t 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 didn’t miss the way you tucked into his side when you noticed Issei’s 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 you’d squeeze or clutch tighter to the fabric of his jacket when Issei spoke to you.

“See ya tomorrow man,” Makki patted his friend shoulder, letting you walk into the dorm room first before following you inside.

“H-how was your day to—,”

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.

“What did you think you were doing?” His voice lowered dangerously, your eyes wide and looking up at him in fear. So pretty, he thought.

“I-what are you talking about Hiro?” 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.

“Did you enjoy talking to him? Don’t lie cause I saw you smiling so sweet and cute with him,” 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.

“Hiro…he’s no one,” you told him, lip quivering and bitten when he’d bounce you on his knee. “I swear.”

He stared at you momentarily, though it felt like minutes with how unreadable they were. You hoped he’d believe you, you didn’t want to make him angry. You didn’t like him when he was angry.

Makki let go of your wrists, letting your hands fall to your side not moving an inch.

“Okay then, baby,” 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.

“H-Hiro,” you whimpered, inching back to the headboards, away from him. “I—not now…” you looked away from him, denying the tingling sensation of desire in your lower belly. You couldn’t possibly truly want him, not after all he’s done to you.

“Awe what’s wrong? You want it to be him instead, is that it?” He seethed, standing between your legs, forcibly parting them despite you not resisting.

“No…I don’t want him,” you muttered under your breath, clutching your sheets. “Please, Hiro,” your plea caught his attention, his hands halting on your thighs. “Please, believe me. I—,” you swallowed your pride. “I’m yours. No one else’s.”

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.

Makki’s 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.

“H-Hiro!” You moaned and cried, his cockhead nudging against your cervix, and in this position, effortlessly brushing your g-spot. “Ah—too—much—,”

“Cant use your words baby? Am I fucking you dumb?” He cooed, mockingly, pushing your thighs further, stretching your hamstrings. “Look at you. Taking my cock like the good little whore you are. Don’t you feel like a liar? Lying to that guy in your class by looking all innocent and cute when you’re just a slut for my cock.”

He couldn’t get reply from you except for heavy pants and moans, along with your walls hugging him tighter, pulling him in desperately.

“Fucking whore,” 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. “Hold your legs for me.”

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.

“Say it baby, let me hear you say how much of a slut you are for my cock,” he smacked your rear, making you moan. “Only a whore like you would like that,” he teased, smacking the other cheek too. “Say. It.”

How could you say it? You couldn’t 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.

“I-I’m a slut for Hiro’s cock. Want only Hiro!” You babbled, his thrusts getting faster and his thumb toying with your clit the way he knew would drive you crazy. “M’ Hiro’s cumdump…”

“Hell yeah you are,” he groaned, loving the way you were spreading your lower lips with your own fingers, slick dripping from your hole. “I’m gonna paint you with my cum. Now just stay like that and let me fuck you hm?”

The next day in that same class, you didn’t 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 ‘Hiro’, ‘cumdump’ and ‘cum here’ with an arrow staining your skin.

A reminder from Hanamaki.

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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put on a show

Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader (ft. Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Oikawa)

summary : 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: 3.5 k

warnings : smut , nsfw , voyeurism, unprotected sex, cockwarming, masturbation, webcam sex i guess, slight degradation

a/n: was supposed to post this Makki’s birthday but had to re-edit parts. anyways, can you tell I’m 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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“Hiro,” 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.

“I’ll be done soon babe,” 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. “Not you, Mattsun! Go up on the roof!” He suddenly raised his voice, making you flinch and regret that you did.

The slight movement gave you a taste of what you were desperately craving. What he made you crave for.

“Hiro,” you softly whimpered, doing your best to keep your voice as quiet as possible so that it wasn’t picked up by the microphone. “Need you to move...please.”

Hanamaki’s 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.

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.

“Makki, there’s a sniper of the roof aiming at you,” you made out that voice to be none other than Iwaizumi’s.

You were already at your limit. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t make a sound unless you wanted Makki’s friends to know how you were sat on your boyfriend’s 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 couldn’t help but comply either, you needed him.

‘Just a little wouldn’t hurt, just a little’, 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 didn’t see Makki’s hands gripping the controller tightly as his focus on the first-person shooter game wavered.

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 wasn’t the right time to be doing this but the ache in your core begged to fulfilled.

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 didn’t have the luxury of a girlfriend right now to do what you were doing as he played his game.

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 should’ve stuck with Star Wars Battlefront or Animal Crossing instead, Mattsun’s deep chuckles at their banter in the call was softly in the background of the call.

“You’re so desperate,” he chuckled, feeling the vibration of the sound reverberating in his chest, you could feel him laugh against you. “Couldn’t wait huh?”

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.

“Mattsun, the enemy is on your left,” he warned his friend, hands still on the controller before tapping the space bar again to mute his mic.

“Hiro,” you softly moaned, still not ceasing the way your body moved on its own to have its way with your boyfriend’s cock.

Makki’s 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.

The voices in his headphones stopped, Makki assumed they had focused on the game.

“Just how needy are you?” He teased, tone condescending. “Couldn't wait for me to finish my game. Such an impatient little slut.”

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.

“You like being called a slut don’t you?” 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.

“Not a...slut,” you mumbled, still bobbing up and down his cock at your own pace for your own pleasure.

“Really?” Makki wasn’t buying it. “It’s just,” 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. “Your pussy gets so tight every time I call you that.” And your body against your will clenched around his cock once more. You remained silent, feeling embarrassed and immensely aroused all together. “Even though you’re acting like such a slut right now, you haven’t even taken my cock all the way in.”

His hands found purchase on your hips, his grip tight enough to leave marks.

“H-Hiro, wait,” you hurriedly said, a hand wrapping around his wrist to stop him from what he was going to do. “Wait!”

“Let’s change that shall we?” Before you could even object, Makki slammed you down onto his cock.

“Ah! Hiro! Too deep!” You gasped/moaned, the tip of his cock pushing against your cervix. “T-too much.” Your eyes watered, pain mixing with pleasure as your body melted into him, more like collapsed unto his body. It was so sudden.

“That’s more like it,” 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. “Did you just cum from me putting it all the way in?” 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.

Makki thought he had gone too far but when your plush gummy walls contracted once more, he knew that this was turning you on.

He reclined fully into his chair.

“Since you wanted to fuck me so badly, you’re gonna have to do it by yourself,” he smirked, eyes dark and pupils blown with lust.

“Give her a break, man, you kept her waiting for like an hour,” Mattsun’s voice pierced through that momentary silence.

“Well, shit...” Makki muttered, his careless tone making you worry as your face flushed hot with embarrassment.

They heard you. Well, Mattsun did. You hoped that Oikawa and Iwaizumi were too invested in the game to have heard you too—

“She sounds so pretty when she moans,” Oikawa sighed in a wistful manner as if he was wishing he too was getting his dick wet.

“Impatient little thing,” 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.

“Sweet pretty Y/N is such a slut for our Makki, hm?” Oikawa mused, a faint groan coming from his end. Your eyes widened at the thought of his touching himself to you.

“When was the last time you even got laid, man?” Makki asked, hands firmly holding you in place, his eyes on you as if telling you to not dare to make a move.

“Too long,” Oikawa sighed.

“Y/N can hear us can’t she?” Matsukawa’s calm deep voice piped in, unbeknownst to you, Makki’s 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.

“Go on, baby, say something,” Makki caressed your cheek.

“D-don’t want to...” you whispered to him, eyes begging him. “Too embarrassing.” You hid your face in his neck once again. You couldn’t 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.

Even though the video cam wasn’t 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.

“But baby, you got them all hot and bothered,” Makki raised your hips and slammed it back down, making you keen. “Besides, they all have a little crush on you. Doesn’t that make you feel better?”

“I only want Hiro...” you whispered in his ear innocently, not knowing how that tugged at his heartstrings.

Makki softly smiled and pressed a kiss on the crown of your forehead lovingly. “I know baby. You’d do anything for me right?”

You eagerly nodded.

“What did she say?” Oikawa butted in, impatience and annoyance in his tone.

“Don’t pressure her, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi barked at his best friend.

“Go on, Y/N,” that was Mattsun’s voice. “Be a good girl for Makki. You’re a good girl right?”

Makki’s 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.

“I-I’m a good girl,” 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.

“Tell us what Makki is doing to you, baby,” Mattsun commanded, yet his tone wasn’t frighteningly assertive, it was calm and warm. The trust you had in him still ever-present despite the intimate lewd position you were in.

“Go on, Y/N, tell them,” Makki encouraged, placing his headset onto your cute little head.

“He’s—ah—f-fucking-mhmm-my pussy,” you managed to say, moans getting in the way of your words. “His cock is filling me up.” Your eyes rolled back a little at the mind-numbing sensation. “Hitting deep inside...ahh! Too deep.”

“But it feels good doesn’t it?” Iwaizumi’s husky voice sounded this time.

“S-so good!” You gasped, your shame melting away with each deep thrust. “H-Hiro feels so good!” You began to meet his thrusts, matching his rhythm feeling the coil inside you begin to tighten.

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.

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.

“Makki...” 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.

“Open those pretty legs for me?” 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.

“Let’s put on a show for them, baby. Is that okay? Let them see how beautiful you look when I’m fucking you?” 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. “Good girl.” He praised, reaching over to the desk, long and strong arms making it easy for him to do so, and switched on the webcam.

The three other guys on the call held their breath at the sight of you. Body clad in nothing but Hanamaki’s 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.

“Fuck, she’s gorgeous,” Mattsun groaned, his voice coming from the speakers now, his comment made you blush.

“C’mon, baby, let me help you out of that,” Makki went back to you, helping you out of his shirt and when your breasts came to full display, nipples already perked up, Makki couldn’t help but roll the sensitive nubs between his fingers making you moan. “So pretty...Did I keep you waiting?”

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.

“Bet they wanna touch you like I do.”

“No more teasing, please,” you begged him, hands gripping the sheets. “Want you...so bad.” You wriggled your hips.

“I’ll make it up to you okay?” Faux pity in his tone. “ I guess it was my fault for being mean and keeping you waiting right?” He cooed, fisting his length before positioning himself.

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.

“So nice and wet for me,” 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. “You like that baby?”

“Ah! H-Hiro! So good!” You moaned breathlessly, mind going blank with each pump of his cock. Fast and quick. “You feel so good!” 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 you’d look if you were bouncing on his cock while he played video games, fuck, he wouldn’t complain! Could your pretty little cunt even take his cock?

Their hands pumped at the same pace as Makki’s 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.

“H-Hiro!” 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.

“F-fuck, baby, nice and tight,” 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.

“Gonna c-cum,” you breathlessly whined, clutching the sheets even further. You loved it. Every second of it. You loved him. “H-Hiro,” 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. “Want to hold you close,” you managed to say, as you held your arms out to him. “P-please.”

God, you really pulled at his heartstrings. How could he say no? How were you even his?

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.

He was close. So close. He was at his breaking point.

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. Makki’s hips didn’t 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.

Slowly, Makki pulled out, your walls twitching with the feeling of his cum sloshing and dripping from your abused cunt.

“Take a cold shower guys,” Makki smugly smirked at the camera, his friends’ faces red and their breaths haggard as they came down from their high.

“You lucky little shit. I’m so jealous!” Oikawa whined, throwing his head back, brows furrowed and sweat glistening his forehand.

“Fucking hell, Makki, if she ever wants to explore the bedroom, you know I’m only ten minutes away,” Mattsun deeply chuckled, eyes dark and teasing at his strawberry blond best friend.

“I think my little princess wouldn’t mind that, wouldn’t you baby?” 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. “Hey, since you’re only ten minutes away, come over man. She could go a couple more rounds.”

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.

“Sucks to be you guys,” 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.

“You okay baby?” He caressed your side, tracing the blueish marks forming on your waist and hips, and placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“Mhm...” you responded, body limp against the cloudy mattress.

“I love you so much,” he kissed your temple with praise. “Don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“Love you..too,” you hummed, a small smile on your face, body still tingling from post-coital bliss.

“Rest your for a bit, babe,” he pulled the covers over your body to keep you warm. “I’ll get you some water so we can get you ready for Issei.”

“Ready for what?” You shifted to lie on your back, gazing up at your boyfriend, head still light and spinning.

“That thing we talked about last week when we were talking about stuff we wanted to try in the bedroom,”

Your cheeks reddened immediately and you as you always did, timidly looked away.

‘Too cute’, Makki fondly thought to himself.

And once again, with a simple sweet murmur, you tugged at his heartstrings.

“Anything for ‘Hiro.”

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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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 💕 @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 😔 miss you guys!

“Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!”

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.

“Need something cold Hiro?” You giggled, flipping to the next page of your book as he plopped himself beside you shaking his feet.

Makki’s 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.

“You need help with um...sunscreen on your back?” 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.

“Did you put sunscreen before you left the suite?” 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.

“I did,” 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 your—

“As a husband,you shouldn’t lie to your wife ,” you teased in a sing-song voice, giggling once more before lying down on your stomach once more to continue your book.

“Okay, maybe I did lie but I did put on sunscreen,” he shrugged, laying on his side very close to you, your skin touching his shirtless upper body. “I wasn’t able to reach my back maybe so that my beautiful wife can take care of me.”

“How much more of my attention do you need?” You gazed turned to your right, your cheek resting on your folded arms, his face inches away from yours.

“So much more,” 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.

“Really though, you should’ve put on sunscreen,” you simply said , sitting up and taking the sunscreen bottle while his eyes flicked to your breasts , watching it jiggle in your bikini. “Go on, lie down on your stomach.”

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.

“That bikini is tiny,” he pointed out.

“Your sister added stuff to my luggage for me. She has good taste,” you replied, sunscreen finally absorbed into his skin but your hand wouldn’t stop caressing his torso eyes on the freckles along his skin.

“I’d prefer it off of you.” He lazily reached out a hand, hooking a finger on your flimsy bikini top and tugging at it.

“Is doing it on the beach one of your things on your to-do list?” 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.

“Mayyybeee,” his hand now cupped your breast beneath the fabric, fingers pinching your soft nipple that began to harden with his touch. “Lazy beach sex sounds sexy, don’t you think?”

“You’re making me think you married me for other reasons,” 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.

“I can’t believe you married me,”

“Me too.”

“Oi what?!”

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.

“I can’t believe my luck,” you chuckled, finger tracing along the hem of his beach shorts, a tent already forming against the fabric.

“I can’t believe my luck too, trust me.”

“Mhm,” 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. That’s one of the things you loved about him, he always made you feel needed and loved in more ways than one.

“For real?” 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.

“Baby, don’t tease,” he groaned, his cock still not sheathed inside your pretty mouth. He bucked his hips a little. “C’mon, let your hubby cum.”

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 Hanamaki’s lips. He was hot and heavy in your mouth which surprised you because there wasn’t really a single moment during this getaway that you two weren’t 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. “Take me all the way in, baby. Fuck. Haven’t had you blow me in awhile ,” 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.

“Already so wet,” 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.

“Greedy little thing you are,” 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 he’ll treasure from this trip.

“Mhmf...mhm...” 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.

“You really want it that bad huh?” Makki cooed and you nodded your head. “You’re so cute when you beg,” 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.

“F-fuck! Baby, wait,” he choked out, his hips bucking up close to cumming. “Don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

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, Makki’s fingers halting their ministration making you bite your lip.

“Need you to ride me. Can you do that for me?”

He knew he didn’t 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.

“You feel so good, Hiro,” you hissed, relishing the way his cock glided against your walls, sucking him inside of you.

“Never can get enough of my cock can’t you baby?” 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. “Always so willing to take me aren’t you?”

“A-always,” 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. “Hiro is mine,” you whimpered, rolling your hips the way he liked it.

“Fuck, am all yours baby.” 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 couldn’t help but take one of those pebbled buds between his fingers pinching and pulling at them which only spurred him and you on.

“Hiro!” 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. “Cum inside me, Hiro. Please n-need you to cum.”

“Yeah?” 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. “Want to make me a daddy?”

You nodded desperately, moving your hips up and down struggling to reach your peak. You were so close but you weren’t 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.

“Hiro.” His name left your lips in a chant, like a prayer, losing yourself more and more at the delicious waves of pleasure.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he grunted, stilling your hips only to upthrust hard into you and starting a breathlessly fast pace, tip ramming against your cervix mercilessly.

“Ah! Hiro!” You cried out, hands squeezing his shoulders, clutching onto him. No matter how many years you’ve been together, he never failed to make you feel so utterly good.

“Gonna breed this tight cunt,” 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.

“I love you,” you managed to say, but it was so soft and laced with wanton need. “Love you s’much.” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, the smell of the ocean and his cologne something you’d remember forever.

“I know baby, I know,” he panted, voice deep and fingers tangled with your hair, his grip getting tighter as he neared his release. “C-cum with me baby, come on—fuck.”

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 he’s 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.

“Don’t want this to be over,” Makki murmured, burying his nose in your hair. “Do we really have to leave this place? Why can’t we honeymoon for another week?”

“Because we have responsibilities at home and also because you’ll miss you side piece,”

“My side piece?” Makki’s scrunched up, a small smile just about to break out on his face.

“Our dear Matsukawa,” you giggled.

“Damn, I said I’d get him a souvenir,” he remembered, hand resting on the curve of your back. “Him becoming a godfather to my kid should be enough though right?”

“Hiro, how’s that a souvenir?”

“Cause I’ll be damned if we leave this place without conceiving. I’m surprised you’re not pregnant yet,”

“Guess you’ll have to fuck me more ,” you hummed as if deep in thought, knowing it’ll get a reaction from him, his libido always so high. “But no more beach sex.”

“I’m surprised we even managed to get to leave the bed.”

#hq.smut #tw.breeding kink #makki x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #makki smut #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki smut #hanamaki takahiro smut #hanamaki takahiro x reader #💍.makki

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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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 : Makki’s sexy ass voice, public sex, slight degradation, cockwarming, Makki sending you vids of him while you’re 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 didn’t 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

“So if I say,”

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,

“I want you on our bed, naked...,” 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. “...and lick the cream of profiteroles off of you. You’ll do it?” Then he added the cherry on top. “Baby?”

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.

“You were going to say yes weren’t you!” He wheezed as you repetitively smacked his arm over and over, blushing all the way to your ears.

“H-Hiro, stop it,” 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 you’d get wet whenever he’d whisper anything in your ear. Stupid drunken confessions.

And your boyfriend, of course, will never ever let go of that one.

“Awe baby, I’m sorry. C’mere,” 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.

“Stop being mean,” you murmured into his chest.

“Okay...” he kissed your forehead. “But....really though, can I eat profiteroles off your tits? I think they’ll taste sweeter.”

You sighed and remained silent, closing your eyes pretending to fall asleep to avoid answering that request.

“They’re on sale this weekend,” he hummed to himself planning as if you said yes. But when you thought about it, at least he wasn’t going to eat sushi off of you...at least it was sweet.

“Okay,” you sighed, snuggling into him closer to hide your reddened cheeks while he victoriously clenched his fist.

You totally didn’t 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.

“They do taste sweeter,” 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.

“H-Hiro, need you to touch me please,” you whined, bucking your cloth-covered core up into his groin as he caged you beneath his long and lean body.

“How badly baby? Tell me how much you want me to touch you,” 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.

“Is your slutty cunt all wet for me? Did you enjoy me eating off of your tits?” His hot breath blew against your lips and you nodded, shamelessly.

“Touch me please, Hiro, I need you,” 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. “Please, f-fuck me.”

Makki’s 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.

“Such a slut,” he tutted, rubbing slow circles on your clit, your hips jolting up again as a sigh left you. “You’re dripping, baby. Does it feel good when I do this, Hm?”

You eagerly nodded.

“How about like this?” He slipped two long fingers into your core, digits coated in slick and folding in come hither motions inside your hot gummy walls. “But you don’t wanna cum from my fingers don’t you?”

You were going to nod but Makki pulled his fingers out abruptly and slapped your cunt, making you whine as your thighs shivered.

“Use your words, Y/N.”

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 wasn’t going to abuse it you were wrong.

“I..Hiro...please don’t make me say it,” you murmured, turning your head the other way.

“Baby, I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” He gently gripped your chin to make you look at him, body electrified and begging for more. “Unless you don’t want to cum at all...” 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.

“N-need to cum, please. Don’t go, Hiro. Need to feel you inside me. Please...w-want your cock,” you sniffled.

Was this how much he really riled you up? He’s 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.

“Of course you want that,” he kissed your cheek that was wet from tears. “You’re greedy for your little cunt to be stuffed, hm? What a little whore.” 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 didn’t have the heart to do that besides any chance to fuck you was literally heaven for him. So when you’re lips parted and eyes fluttered close to finally feel him sink into you inch by inch, it’s 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 you’re boyfriend straight up sent you a voice recording of him, moaning and grunting your name.

‘I miss you so much baby, I’m gonna punish you later for making me so hard when you’re away.’

The sound ripped through the empty floor and you immediately lowered the volume, heart racing at how inappropriate this was...and yet you’re 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.

‘See how hard you make me? Fuck—,’ he groaned, the lewd sound of his cock being rubbed heard faintly in the background. ‘Wish you were here, baby. Wish you were here to cum around my cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you?’

His voice. His god damn voice. It was your kryptonite. You didn’t even know why. You don’t 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.

“Yes...”, 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 didn’t just do that. His ever-present smirk was on his laid back unamused expression and just smiled at you.

“Welcome home,” 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 wouldn’t escalate even further it did. His vocalness in the bedroom, the voice messages he sends you randomly when he’s in the mood? They weren’t enough for him. He wanted to still explore how far he could go with just sweet-talking you.

That’s 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.

“Y/N-chan, never changed,” Oikawa sighed, his chin on his palm. “Still as pretty as ever. Don’t you think Kindaichi?”

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.

“Shes smokin’,” Mattsun commented and Makki halted his ministrations to look at his best friend, dead in the eyes.

“Dude.”

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 ‘smokin’.

“Boys...” 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.

“You okay?” Iwaizumi asked from beside Oikawa, and you plastered on a smile, nodding quickly so that he could look away. Look away so that he doesn’t 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.

“Hiro?” 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.

“Better not make a sound, princess,” he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around you with one hand underneath your skirt, playing with your puffy clit,

“After all this time, you are still so sickeningly in love with her,” Kyoutani scoffed, taking a sip of his beer and eying the perimeter like anyone would come and attack him.

“Of course he is!” Oikawa huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “They should be married by now!” He gave you and Makki a side glare.

“Who are you? My mom?” 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.

“You always enjoy it when I play with you like this don’t you?” He pinched your clit, your hips moving on it’s own, begging for release. “Why don’t we take it to the next level?”

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.

“Such a good little slut,” he praised, kissing the crown of your head and petting you lovingly before resuming to rub slow circles on your sensitive little nub.

“Hiro, need to cum, please,” you uttered, hands resting on your lap to mask the lewd act.

“Someone could catch us if you’re not patient,” 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. “Impatient little thing,” he hissed, mercilessly rubbing your clit faster now, making your arms fall onto the table so you can hide your face in them.

“Dude is she okay?” Iwaizumi’s voice reached your ears but it was easily drowned out by Makki.

“Shes great. She just had a little too much to drink,” 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.

“Still a lightweight, I see...I guess some things never do change,” Mattsun chuckled to himself, sipping his beer as the rest chucked along with Hanamaki. “Right Makki?”

“I guess so?” Makki raised his brow, wondering if Issei had caught on to what he was doing to you. Plus if he does, he’s not going to spill.

Mattsun narrowed his eyes and returned his attention back to the conversation about Iwaizumi’s time in the USA.

“You gonna cum for me?” 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. “If you’re not quiet, I won’t let you. You know the rules.”

“But H-Hiro,” you whimpered softly, when he wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you from moving.

“Dude.” Mattsun turned his gaze towards his best friend. “Let her cum.”

You half expected Makki to pull out after Issei found out but he didn’t, he remained buried deep inside of you.

Makki winced when he felt your walls tighten at Mattsun’s words, you were sucking him in and fuck, if you think this wasn’t hard for him, it was but he liked to have his fun.

Mattsun took another sip of his beer, playing it coolly like he doesn’t 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 ‘o’ 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?

“Seems like you two still know how to have some fun,” Mattsun leaned forward, chin resting on his palm, lazily eying you and Makki with mischief. “How’d you get her to do these things Makki? You sly, sly, dog.”

“Not my fault my baby can’t say no to me,” he grinned.

“Bet you teased her to death til she gave in huh?” Mattsun then turned to you. “I wouldn’t be so mean if you had gone out with me, Y/N.”

“Yeah right, you’d be fucking mean. Meaner than me,” Makki wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. “You’d fucking make her cry on that horsecock of yours.”

You blushed even more at their lewd conversation and the talk of Issei’s...you didn’t want to think about it.

“Can you two stop talking like I’m not here,” you muttered, collecting yourself and moving to slip Hiro out of you without earning any curious glances but he stilled your movements.

“Baby, keep me warm,” he quickly said, and you hated that you didn’t protest, you just obeyed.

But Issei wasn’t letting this go. He leaned forward, brows raised with amusement and lips twitching into a smirk.

“Y/N, since when were you so obedient? You always had some bite in you. What happened?”

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.

“I’ll murder you both,” you gripped the edge of the table.

“We love it when you threaten us, it’s cute. Just like the good ol’ days,” Mattsun sighed with a smile. “Anywho, dude, remember that bet you lost.”

“Which one?”

“My point exactly...you’ve lost too many.”

“Oh, so you’re gonna use one of those wins now huh?” Makki caressed your thighs, speaking so casually with his best friend. “What do you want? If you want money, uh, you’re asking the wrong person.”

“Lame...you know what I want.”

You sighed and tugged your skirt lower to cover your legs and the fact you were cockwarming your boyfriend in public.

“Oh...” Makki’s 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.

“Makki...” you began.

“Babe. So...I promised Mattsun a threesome— OW!”

“You. Cant. Just. Do. That. Without. My. Permission!” You squeaked, slapping his arm with your dainty hands that wouldn’t do much damage really, in between each word.

Your sudden outburst catching everyone’s attention, your cheeks heating up once more.

“Oi, what did you do to make her angry?” Iwaizumi questioned.

“This takes me back,” 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. It’s the rumoured size of his cock that made you hesitant and if Makki knew that was the reason, he’d 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 boyfriend’s cock while Mattsun stretched your dripping wet cunt.

🤷🏻‍♀️...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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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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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 I— 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

You’ll 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 it’d 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 it’s 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 he’s busy playing games, knowing how uncomfortable it’d make you. Let Issei touch you as he does, and when you’d scream for help at Makki with your eyes, he only winks and watches. Adoring the way you shifted uncomfortably, becoming aware of Issei’s hard cock through his jeans, the stiff length that pressed against your ass getting your cheeks hot.

“Mattsun…” 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.

“What is it?” He asked, sipping his beer.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you whispered, embarrassed, but you didn’t care, just any reason to get you out of trouble from Makki.

“Oh okay,” he simply replied, letting you go, the two men watching you leave.

And when you’re not around, they laugh.

“She really thinks I don’t know what I’m letting you do to her,” Makki snickered, pausing his game. “Told you she looks cute all scared.”

“You’re mean,”

“So are you, you perve. Getting hard when my girl is sitting on your lap.”

“Not my fault she shifts so much.”

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 wouldn’t believe you, while Issei was allowed to do whatever he wanted with you.That’s just how it was with Issei, Makki didn’t mind sharing you with his best friend. He’d let you know about Issei having an interest about you, but this way was far more interesting to the two.

“Hiro,” you tugged are his sleeve, as the two of you walked down a crowded street, lit with dazzling shops and cafes.

“What, baby?” 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.

“M-Mattsun’s hand…it’s…touching me,” you shyly whispered, hoping he’d help you, his best friend’s hand up your skirt, warm fingers squeezing your ass.

“Baby, Mattsun would never do that to me,” 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. “Oh, look, a lingerie store. Don’t you need new panties?”

“Hiro,” you gasped, burying your face into his arm for being so open like that with his best friend around.

“Why don’t you go and choose some stuff? Try them on for us?” He was already leading the three of you to the shop.

“Us?” You blinked confusedly up at him.

His calm, unbothered gaze made your heart race as well as feel dumb.

“Yeah, me and Issei? Thought even your little head could understand what I meant.”

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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it’s monthly season || Hanamaki Takehiro

Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader

summary: it’s Y/N’s monthly and with the aches of pains that comes with time of the month, Makki being the sweetest boyfriend and Y/N’s 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 didn’t 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 (he’s a tiddie man, big or smoll doesn’t matter), oh and blowjobs.

a/n: so my own boobs were hurting at 2 am when i wrote this, so that’s how the idea came up. Was supposed to just be fluff but ended being smut, because @babyoomi 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 @babyoomi }

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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 weren’t asleep. In fact, you tried to fall asleep but that didn’t 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.

“Babe, are you alright?” 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. “Hey, hey,” he wiped your tears away with his thumb before tilting your head up gently by the chin. “Look at me, what’s wrong?”

You opened your eyes and a part of Makki wished you didn’t 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-

“It hurts, Makki,” 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.

“What hurts?” He began to soothingly rub circles on your back but you only shook your head in embarrassment and continued to embrace him. “Babe, I can’t help you if I don’t know what hurts.”

You pulled back a little to look up at him, building up the courage to tell him where it hurts. It’s not normal to tell him about these things...these were girl problems, he can’t help alleviate them....besides it was embarrassing. Makki knew you were on your monthly and as usual, he’s a little bummed out of not being able to have the chance to jump your bones for a week or two...but what he didn’t like was the unpredictability of the pain the time of the month would give you.

Makki’s heart was going to burst with how cute you looked right now, with eyes equivalent to one of a lost puppy’s and your pretty lips in a pout, there was a slight blush on your cheeks, as you hesitated to tell him.

“It hurts here,” you finally answered, placing your hand on your chest shyly.

His eyes widened. “Your heart hurts? Isn’t that bad? Aren’t you a little too young to have heart pain? Unless it’s not medical then did I do something wrong?” 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.

“My boobs hurt!” 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. “It hurts.” 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.

“I could give them a massage,”

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.

“That’s actually not a....bad idea...”

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 didn’t care, he loved your boobs and the opportunity to touch them was one he wouldn’t turn down.

“Really?! I mean,” he cleared his throat, erasing the excitement from them. “Oh, um really?”

Rolling your eyes, you settled yourself on his lap, back leaning against him and your head resting on the crook of his neck.

“Go on, then,” you huffed.

“Don’t say it like that...You’re making it sound like some examination.”

“M-Makki,” you whined, hitting him lightly on the chest.

“Okay, okay, but don’t get mad if I get a boner,”

“Sounds like a ‘you’ problem,”

“I—,” 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 weren’t 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.

“Is it helping?” He massaged them with utmost care.

“Mhm.” It was helping. He was gentle and somehow applying the right amount of pressure to ease the pain...and you weren’t going to lie, apart from it relieving the painful ache, you were slightly turned on? Meh, but sleep. Sleep sounded really good—

“Makki!” Your eyes shot open, staring at him wide-eyed while he looked at you with an impassive stare like he didn’t 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 it’ll get a reaction out of you.

“Hey, why’d you stop?” You mumbled, sitting up a little taking his wrists to place them back on your chest.

“Eh? It seemed like you were feeling better,” he chuckled. “Besides, uh...need to go to the bathroom.” 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 didn’t want him to go. You were so comfortable in his presence...

“I’ll take care of it for you,”

Was he dreaming?

“W-whoa, wait what?” He exclaimed, cheeks red as you lowered yourself to your knees and settled between his thighs, tugging at the hem of his sweats. “I can do it myself, babe. You don’t have to! It’s the time of the month you shouldn’t—

His forced protest was cut off when your hand wrapped around his length.

“But Hiro was so nice for taking care of me,” 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.

“Doesn’t Hiro wanna play?” You pouted, voice sickeningly sweet.

“Baby, don’t tease like that,” he groaned, hips bucking up a little, craving the warmth and tightness of your mouth.

“I won’t be mean like Hiro is most of the time,” you giggled, wanting to thank your boyfriend for taking care of you and surviving your monthly. “I’ll be nice and say thank you.”

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.

“Ah, fuck! Baby, that’s it,” his fingers weaved themselves into your hair, losing his composure as you began to slowly bob your head up and down along his length. “Shit, you like it huh? Like this cock?”

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.

“Awe, you look so pretty like that,” his thumb caressed your cheek, still not ceasing your efforts to make him cum with your mouth. “Choking on my cock. Fuck,you’re so hot.”Gripping 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.

“H-Hiro didn’t cum yet,” your dainty hand wrapped around his cock slick and wet from your mouth, gliding it up and down his length tightly.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” 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.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come,” 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 throat’s walls tightened around him whenever you gagged on his cock.

“You feel so good, baby. I’m gonna cum. Fuck, gonna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours. Shit.” 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.

Wait— did he just realize he loved you when you were giving him head?

Makki couldn’t 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.

“Mhm.” 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 didn’t 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 weren’t just milking him with your mouth a couple of seconds ago.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Hiro,” You giggled, combing your nails on his scalp, shiver effortlessly going down his spine. “But please don’t ask me to marry you after I give you head. That is not how we want to tell our friends you proposed.”

Did he say that out loud?

“Yes you did,” you replied, walking to the small kitchen as if you read his mind.

Makki nervously chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. He must’ve been so fucked out because of how good you were at giving head. Fuck, if only you weren’t on your period he’d fuck you into the couch.

“Do you want a beer babe?” You asked from the fridge.

He groaned, slumping into the couch. “I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you too,” 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. It’s almost like those relationships he’d only ever seen in tv sitcoms. You were like the Robin to his Barney Stintson.

“If you ever need me to massage your boobies again, I’ll happily do so babe.” He grinned, the hand draped over your shoulder groping your breast.

“Don’t expect me to give you head every time,” you pinched his cheek, eyes on the tv screen but you could sense his pout.

“Maybe we can finally try ana—

You struck his side.

“HORNY BE GONE!”

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