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pin-k-ink · 30 days

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Matsukawa Issei X Reader X Hanamaki Takahiro

CW: public setting, fingering, hand job, groping, low-key dubcon, dry humping, threesome, no penetration, dirty talk, name calling

a/n: this was something i wrote for my seijoh wattpad fic

"dude, i think we already missed our train. we're gonna have to take the 8pm one." makki groans in annoyance as he collapses onto the bench.

"why don't we just walk?"

"hell no! we just practiced for five hours straight. i'm not-"

"makki..."

"i'm not gonna spend another hour walking-"

"makki..."

"walking halfway across the whole-"

"makki!"

"what?!"

"look." matsukawa points to a lone figure standing against the wall, eyes fixed onto the phone screen. "is that who i think it is?"

makki grins wolfishly, his eyes darkening slightly at the sight of you, the object of desire of nearly half of the school. "who knew? little miss president takes the train with the commoners."

"you know she's not like that, makki. this just means that she usually finishes her work later than us. and that she's probably been traveling by the same train that we usually do."

"yeah... if i knew it sooner, i would've started staying late with oikawa at practice so i can see her on the train."

"...makki... you're down bad."

"shut up! don't act like you don't like her either!"

mattsun grins, standing up from the bench to get a better look at you. "oh i certainly do like her." makki gapes as his friend is suddenly walking towards you.

"for fuck's sake..." makki grumbles and begrudgingly begins to follow after him.

"hey there, ms. president. fancy meeting you here." mattsun says flirtatiously, leaning against the wall right in front of you.

you blink and look up at him, taking one look before sighing tiredly. you reach up to take one of your earbuds out, glaring at the taller boy. "you volleyball players have nothing better to do than bother me, don't you? why're you here? did your pathetic excuse of a captain send you here to annoy me?"

"haha, of course not. we just missed our train and were waiting for the next one. meeting you here was just a coincidence."

you narrow your eyes at him before placing your earbuds back in. "right, a coincidence. now leave me alone. i already have to deal with you half-wits at school. i don't want to have to deal with you people outside now."

makki chuckles and approaches you from the back, leaning closer to take your earbuds out again, his breath brushing against your neck as he whispers. "oh come on, don't be like that. you know we appreciate everything that you do for us, miss president. i thought we were friends."

"friends...?" your face almost contorts with disgust at the foreign word, a witty comeback on the tip of your tongue. your words quickly die down in your throat as you suddenly feels makki blow air onto your nape, making you shiver.

mattsun couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at your response, leaning in closer and closer until-

the sudden arrival of the train breaks the three of you out of your trace.

you quickly grab the opportunity and slip out from between the two boys, trying to ignore the sudden warmth pooling in your lower stomach as you board the crowded train.

makki and mattsun both share a glance, a single thought uniting them both: they needed to go after you.

like a predator stalking its prey, they both board the train, easily spotting you in the crowd. acting subtle, they both began to make their way deeper into the crowd until makki was behind you again, mattsun at your front.

the latter bites his lip as he feels every inch of your supple body press against his hardened one, looking down to see your chest squished against his.

feeling himself grow harder underneath his pants, he leans down to whisper in your ear. "you shouldn't have run away, princess. now we're going to have to punish you."

mattsun looks up at his friend, watching him nod with a devilish grin before makki slowly circles his hands around your middle, his hands smoothing over your soft stomach, playing with the waistband of your skirt.

he leans down as well, nibbling on your earlobe as he feels her breathing pick up. "tell me what you want, princess."

you chew on your bottom lip, feeling your honey begin to drip out of your cunt at their words, but your pride wouldn’t let you give in.

mattsun knew you needed a little more convincing and decided to take matters into his own hands. literally.

his hands slowly snaked around your body as well, his large palms smoothing over the globes of your ass, kneading the plush flesh.

he could feel you lean against him, your breath fanning across his clothed chest as your body trembles.

makki, in turn, slides his hand under your skirt, stopping just short of where you needed him most, his fingers brushing against the edge of your panties.

"please..." you finally whimper softly, your eyes tearing up.

"what was that, darling?" mattsun grins, his hands still kneading your plump ass cheeks.

his breath hitches in his throat as he looks down, only to be greeted by the breathtaking sight of your flushed face, your large doe eyes lined with unshed tears and your plump bottom lip pushed out in a pout.

"p-please... want you to touch me.."

makki kisses your shoulder, his fingers finally slipping under your panties.

"say no more, princess. let us take care of you."

mattsun leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans just as makki slips two of his fingers inside of you easily. "fuck, you're so fucking wet for me, princess. such a slutty girl."

mattsun pulls back a bit, taking your bottom lip between his own lips, sucking softly before he lets go, enjoying the flustered look on your face. "is that right, princess? are you really a little slut?"

makki chuckles, pulling at your collar a bit so he could press his lips against your shoulder, breathing in your lovely scent. "it's gotta be true, mattsun. look at how wet our little girl got. she must like getting fingered in public."

as if to prove a point, makki pulls his fingers out of you, his eyes darkening with lust as he sees your arousal webbing between his fingers.

"oh, baby. you like the idea of getting caught?" mattsun whispers in your ear, watching makki lick his fingers clean before slipping them back inside you. "how does she taste, makki? is she as sweet as we thought?"

"man, she's even sweeter than i imagined." makki attached his lips to the side of your neck, sucking a mark onto your skin as he pumps his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt.

unable to hold himself back anymore, mattsun slowly guides your hand down towards his pants. "go on, princess. make me feel good too. otherwise makki won't let you cum. isn't that right?"

"hmm, he's right, baby. go on and jerk him off. you gotta make him cum first, okay?" makki whispers in your ear, his own erection pressed against the side of your hip.

you whimper softly, tilting your head up to kiss matsukawa again as your hand fumbles with the zipper of his pants, your other hand digging into makki's thigh.

"go on, princess. i wanna see you jerk him off." makki continues to suck red and purple bruises onto your skin, his fingers unrelenting inside of her.

with bated breath, you finally manages to free matsukawa's length through the zipper hole, your breath hitching at the sheer size, or rather, at just the mere sight of it. "is this your first time seeing one, princess?"

you nod, trying to close your fist around his girth, barely making your fingers meet due to his thickness. a small pearl of precum beads at the tip and you rub your thumb over his slit, slathering the clear fluid around.

"you're doing so well, baby. keep going." hanamaki encourages you, watching your small hand move along his friend's dick.

he couldn't help himself, his own hips moving ever so slightly as he humped his erection against your hip, slipping a third finger inside of you.

he bit down on your shoulder, wanting to feel your own hand around his cock, but he knew he had to wait. the movement of your bodies were strategically masked by the moving train, the people around you lost in their own little world, unaware of the sinful acts the three of you were committing.

matsukawa continues to make out with you, whispering your name against your lips before slipping his tongue into your mouth. he could feel himself grow impossibly hard, leaking an ungodly amount of precum just from the sounds coming from your luscious lips.

"such a good girl for us. does this feel good, baby?" makki manages to angle his fingers just enough to brush against your g spot, hearing your muffled whimpers as your thighs tremble.

he continues to finger-fuck you, your own hand unrelenting against mattsun's cock, shivers running down your spine as you feel him twitch and throb against your palm.

"fuck, you're so good at this..." mattsun whispers against your lips, feeling your fist squeeze the head of his cock before moving down again. at this point, he was practically fucking your fist. "ah god... k-kamine, m' gonna- gonna-"

you let out a sharp gasp as you suddenly feels something hot and sticky flood your palm, your hand instinctively milking out every last drop before you feel his length soften in your hand.

grinning, makki decides to take it up a notch. "good job, princess. time for your reward." his free hand slides around to rub tight circles on your swollen clit while he pumps three of his fingers in and out of your sopping hole.

he lets out a soft groan as he feels your tight, velvety walls clench around his fingers, your nectar flooding out of you and onto his fingers.

mattsun had cleaned himself up and tucked himself back into his pants. he stayed silent as you slump against his chest, taking a couple of tissues to wipe your inner thigh as makki licks off every single drop of your honey off of his fingers.

your hands tiredly grip at his shirt, your face buried in his chest as you whimper softly, still coming down from your high.

"shh, it's okay, princess. we got you." matsukawa presses his lips to the top of your head as he holds you close. "you did so well for us."

makki smiles as well, wiping his fingers clean before he presses his lips against one of the hickeys he made on your neck. "who knew our cute little president was such a freaky little-"

he gets cut off as he feels a sharp kick to his shin, looking down to see you glaring at him. "hey now, i was just joking."

matsukawa chuckles, continuing to hold you close to him as the train arrives at their stop. "we'll walk you home, okay?"

he didn't wait for an answer before taking your hand and tugging you outside of the train.

#haikyuu x reader smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #makki x reader #mattsun #mattsun x reader #matsukawa issei #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki smut

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cpidsworld · 1 year

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` telling then you wanna fuck without saying it

smau ft. sejoh 4 x gender neutral reader

minors and ageless blogs please stay tf away <3

a/n: seriously i was bored and these make me ugly laught i'm sorry

feel free to request other characters if you want more!

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vampyirr · 1 year

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No Nut November

w/seijoh 4

seijoh made a bet…

(guidelines made it ‘mature’ sorry)

oikawa

this man is horny 24/7 so he doesn’t last long. only last a week and a half or 2 weeks. he’s touching u all the time. grabbing your ass, squeezing your chest, your thighs. he’s all over you. teasing him is so much fun. wearing short shorts, tank tops, bending down in front of him. he finally snaps when you sit on his lap and grind down on him. he does not stop at all he fucks you for so long

iwa

lasts a long time, 3 weeks (he was so close) he can control himself but only for so long. the first week is easy for him but the second week he can barley hold himself back. you just look so fuckable. he catches himself staring at your ass and the way your tits jiggle when you jump or laugh. he tried real hard but couldn’t. he fucks you so hard and rough like u cant walk after.

matsukawa

he lasts the whole month. it wasn’t easy tho. he definitely got hard like 3 times a week but he managed to get through it. by the end he got hard just looking at you. he was so tempted to just fuck you every time u were around him. he was definitely needy at the end. he fucked you till you couldn’t even speak after

hanamaki

half the month. he kinda tried but he couldn’t resist you. you just looked too good for him not to fuck you. he would hug you from behind and press himself against you so you could feel how hard he his is for u. he kept thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you. when he finally gives into the urge, your on ur knees in front of him taking off his shorts

#oikawa smut #hq oikawa #oikawa toru x reader #iwazumi smut #iwazumi x reader #hq iwaizumi #matsukawa smut #matsukawa issei #hq matsukawa #hanamaki smut #hanamaki #hanamaki takahiro #hq hanamaki #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut

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splitontendo · 9 months

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pairing: takahiro hanamakki x f!reader

synopsis: having no money and the worst job leads you to dark places, answering a strangers roommate ad. leading you to meet the roommate from hell, who happens to have the solution to your problems and isn’t too bad at giving head.

genre: smau, crack, enemies to lovers, smut, angst, content creator!makki, slooooow burn.

status: ongoing

🎀 meet the characters!

୨ৎ 01 | what does lore mean?

୨ৎ 02 | piss baby

୨ৎ 03 | ok cool guy 🙄

୨ৎ 04 | walking clinic

୨ৎ 05 | cooking

୨ৎ 06 | my boygina is pulsating

୨ৎ 07 | put some inches in me then

୨ৎ 08 | baby you don’t even know (written + smut)

୨ৎ 09 | hole pic tmr tho??

୨ৎ 10 | the baffoon

୨ৎ 11 |

୨ৎ 12 |

୨ৎ 13 |

୨ৎ 14 |

୨ৎ 15 |

MTBA!

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byakkomaruu · 9 months

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listen to me for just. one second. hear me out. imagine, if you will.

your roommates are mattsun and makki. you're fuck-buddies with both, but you don't tell either of them, thinking they don't know.

they know. they tell each other everything, they definitely fucking know.

but they don't care. your fuck-buddy relationship with both of them was meant to be platonic with no limits, and if either of you found a true lover, the fuck-buddy relationship would end with no hard feelings-- hopefully no feelings at all.

they know. they just think it's funny that you don't know. and they also have banger sex with you, so really, who's losing here?

speaking of the fact that mattsun and makki tell each other everything, they talk about their sex with you to each other. and it's not like, "hAhA bRo NiCe." there was a time when mattsun brought your vibrator into the ring and then he texted makki everything. the summary of it:

issei: SETTING NUMBER THREE SETTING NUMBER THREE SETTING NUMBER THREE.

takahiro: what the fuck.

takahiro, two days later: SETTING NUMBER THREE HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD.

you think they don't know you're fucking both of them. meanwhile, they just scraped "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" off of your ice cream cake and replaced it with "we know :3" with girly pink icing in takahiro's chicken scratch handwriting. it's their new inside joke.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu x reader smut #mattsun smut #matsukawa issei smut #matsukawa smut #hanamaki smut #hanamaki takahiro #no because what if i make this a series.#should i make this a series.

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creative-crybaby · 9 months

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Vixen

PAIRING: timeskip!Hanamaki Takahiro x fem!reader

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: oral (m receiving), cum eating

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

SUMMARY: With your boyfriend's help, you put your new lip stain's transferability to the test. All characters are 18+

“In here!”

Having called your name from the kitchen, the former athlete follows your voice. Your tone indicated you were distracted, and with his current need for your attention, he knew he had to get to the bottom of this.

Hanamaki pokes his head into your shared bedroom at your response, quirking his brow. There, he finds your back to him, seemingly focused on your reflection in the full-length mirror. Careful not to startle you, he quietly approaches your figure, soon hearing a light click.

“Whatcha’ doin’?” Hanamaki hums, peering over your shoulder. You blink in surprise, then compose yourself quickly before facing him.

“Just getting ready,” you respond. In your hold is a tube of lipstick, and you return your attention to the mirror to fix potential makeup errors. “Some girl friends and I are having lunch and going shopping today.”

“Was that today?” Your boyfriend purses his lips. Your brows crease as you eye his reflection. He chuckles, a twinge of nervousness still somewhat noticeable in his voice. “Kidding, kidding.”

You don’t bother answering, instead opting to fan your lips, which sport a mid-tone rose hue. You then face your partner again.

“What do you think?” You step back to give him a once-over, tilting your head at different angles to show off your makeup.

Hanamaki whistles lowly, his eyes scanning every inch of you before he takes your hand, pulling you into him. “I’m a real lucky guy.”

“Obviously.” You laugh airily, tightening the embrace before pulling away several seconds later. His eyes soften; no matter how often you two tease and poke fun at each other, he meant what he said. Judging by your equally-smitten expression, you’re aware of this fact.

Hanamaki’s eyes trail to your lips, his lids drooping slightly. “New lipstick?”

You hum in confirmation, the corners of your lips twisting upwards. “Lip stain.”

“Lip stain?”

“A lipstick that basically won’t come off.” You plant a kiss on his cheek, staying there for a few seconds before pulling back and making your boyfriend face the mirror. No evidence of your affection is to be found on his face, and his brows raise in slight fascination. “Totally kiss-proof.”

Hanamaki perks up at your last comment. “Bet.”

Not a second later, you smash your lips against his, making him produce a strange noise in surprise before following your lead. Unfortunately for him, you pull back before things can escalate, and he pouts. You quickly kiss his pursed lips as an apology, then gently turn his head to look at his reflection once more. Not a stain in sight.

“Oh, wow,” Hanamaki mumbles, squinting his eyes ever so slightly at the mirror. You giggle silently before leaving a trail of soft kisses from his jaw down his neck. Your boyfriend subconsciously tilts his head, giving you more access as he sighs from your touch. “Oh, wow.”

You giggle again, tickling his skin as one of your hands slides down his body and playfully tugs at his sweatpants’ waistband. Hanamaki’s head snaps towards you, meeting your narrowed gaze. A familiar smile grows on your painted lips, and he gulps.

“There’s one more thing I wanna try to test this product,” you whisper like you two aren’t the only ones in your shared apartment, like you’re palming his bulge in a crowd, in front of an audience. His face explodes with heat like he’s being watched. “Mind if I give it a go? Just to be sure, of course.”

Your boyfriend’s mind draws a blank. It’s not uncommon for either of you to initiate sexual acts, though it doesn’t stop him from getting flustered whenever you make the first move. As much as he loves taking care of you, having you take control gets him feeling like a high schooler again—antsy, surely sweating as heat radiates off his body, and his thoughts reel past him as he stays stuck in his brain. The same person who put him in that spiral is the only one who can pull him out of it.

Your hand slowly glides back up his body and away from his crotch, and Hanamaki snaps out of his state. He grabs your wrist, halting your retreat, and your eyes widen at the sudden action. You’re quick to regain composure, however, and a smirk grows on your face. With your lips back on his, you lead him to your shared bed, the back of his knees hitting the side and forcing him to sit on the mattress. Neither of you pulls away from the kiss, even as you assist him in removing his sweats and boxers down to his ankles and freeing his cock.

Much to Hanamaki’s displeasure, you break the little makeout session, dropping to your knees and settling between his thighs. You give him another look–peering up at him through your lashes with that same smirk–though you wait like he might back down. Your lover only further spreads his legs, leaning back on the bed with his hands and giving you a reassuring smile, doing his best to ignore the acrobatics in his belly.

Knowing you, your boyfriend braced himself for your upcoming teasing, only to hiss when you took about half of his cock in your mouth. A shiver crawls up his spine, and he lets out a gurgled whine.

You’re not wasting any time, your mouth warm and wet as you coat his shaft with your saliva. Hanamaki has to refrain from snapping his legs closed with you in between them, flexing his thighs to keep him grounded as his breathing grows shallow. The view below doesn’t help; pretty painted lips wrapped around his cock, a light sheen of drool glossing them the more of his dick they take. He’s almost embarrassed at how fast his vision grows hazy.

The sounds are just the icing on the cake, ringing in his ears and sure to bounce around in his skull for the rest of the day. The loud slurping and gulping have him gripping the sheets, trying his best not to grab your head and force the rest of him down your throat. Not that it was necessary, what with you reaching his base in no time, the air from your nostrils fanning his trimmed pubes. Every time you pull back, a clear ring of your spit and his precum stays behind, some of it even oozing down to his balls.

“Shit, baby,” Hanamaki drawls, throwing his head back as you bob yours faster. You moan–on purpose, no doubt–and the vibrations make his toes curl. It isn’t until he hears you gag does he realize he’s been lazily rutting into your mouth. Your nails dig into his thighs as you match his rhythm, encouraging his desperate movements. “O-Oh~”

His release is approaching a little too quickly for his liking. It’s nothing either of you isn’t used to, but it doesn’t embarrass him any less. He can only hope you’ll spare him any teasing this time, especially considering no coherent words can leave his parted lips. Just louder whimpers, a desperate gaze falling on you, and hope that you’ll get the message.

And you do, it seems. The coil in your lover’s belly snaps, his core muscles tightening as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your warm and awaiting mouth. The contractions of your throat as you swallow every drop make him quiver, and soon your touch becomes too much for him to handle. Something else you seem to be aware of, as you take your time sliding the rest of his cock out of your mouth, teasingly pulling back from his tip with a loud and wet pop.

Hanamaki has to blink a few times to steady his vision, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. You, on the other hand, rise from your spot as if the past couple (yes, couple) of minutes didn’t happen, making your way to the nightstand to check your phone.

“Gotta get going,” you say, your voice somewhat hoarse. Your boyfriend doesn’t miss how you lick your lips clean before glancing at the mirror. “These stains are something else.” You face him again, offering a smile while smoothing out your dress. He couldn’t respond even if he wanted to, your nonchalance entrancing him and sending blood rushing downwards once more. After several seconds of silence, you pick up your purse by the vanity, plopping your phone inside as you exit the bedroom. “Might have to get more shades later today.”

Your tone was so casual that Hanamaki hadn’t realized what you said until he heard the entrance door shut. His gaze immediately falls to his cock, with the only evidence of your activities being the subtle shine from your spit blanketing his shaft. No colour in sight, aside from the vermillion hue of his tip, it’s like you weren’t wearing any makeup when you were sucking the life out of him.

With his eyes rolling to the back of his head, he drops onto the mattress, his pants still bunched at his ankles and his bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat.

Oh, wow.

#fanfic #fanfiction #hq #haikyuu #smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #seijoh #aoba johsai #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki smut #hanamaki x reader

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rintarousgirl · 8 months

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HAUNTING ME

a hanamaki takahiro smau <3

❀ - SYPNOSIS

y/n and hanamaki are best friends, or at least, you were in high school. growing up, you always had the biggest crush on your childhood best friend hanamaki takahiro, but after an unfortunate fallout between the two of you, you promised yourself you wouldn't let your feelings be toyed like that again. that is, until you run into him years in the future. now, you're both very successful models, stuck in the same PR photo shoot. after being featured on the cover of multiple fashion magazines, fans love the dyanmic between you two and your managers set up a pr relationship. how could you deal with hanamaki takahiro, your cruel ex from high school, now butting into your career? simple answer is, you couldn't.

❀ - WARNINGS

there will be alcohol and some suggestive stuff throughout the fic, but there will be warnings before each chapter for sensitive stuff relating specifically to that chapter. overall the fic deals with toxic relationships as well.

teasers

teaser 1 \ teaser 2

profiles

"people on magazine covers (+ y/n)" & "makimaki's stalkers"

chapters (note: chapter titles are submit to change!)

PART ONE: ghosts of my past 01. y/n's girlies 02. keeping up with maki 03. lights, cameras, action 04. stars shine 05. can't believe it, won't believe it 06. subtly 07. about whispers 08. out of my hands 09. keys to my heart 10. won't say i'm in love

PART TWO: don't leave me like this (not planned yet) 11. pretty when you cry 12. hold my hand 13. forgiveness 14. things i cant ever say 15. hurts like hell 16. nobodys daughter 17. could've, should've, would've 18. 19. 20.

please request, comment, or dm to be added to the taglist !! to be removed, do the same :))

a/n:

so, i'm starting another series, but this time it's with a lesser-liked character! i'm not gonna start it till after i finish "i wanna be yours" but i will drop teasers and what not. i hope this is well received because i know hanamaki is liked as a character but i havent seen anything for him so i really REALLY hope i can show y'all how cool he is. i wanna say a thanks to @idlerin who inspired "i wanna be yours" and "haunting me". hell, this masterlist is heavily based of theirs!! thank you so much for inspiring me, and i know SO SO many others agree <3

#rintarousgirl #fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #sfw #haikyuu #angst #haikyuu smau #hanamaki takahiro x reader #takahiro hanamaki #hanamaki smut #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki takahiro #issei matsukawa #hajime iwaizumi #tooru oikawa #x fem reader

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sunarc · 9 months

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Pussy Drunk Boys

My favorite pussy eaters eat like it’s nobody’s business. His tongue laps at your clit like it’s the last meal he’ll ever eat. He’s so needy and pussy drunk that he’s moaning and whimpering into your pussy. His cocks is hard, the tip is an angry red twitching every time you let out those sweet sultry moans. His arms wrap around your thighs dragging your body impossibly closer to his face.

“Come on baby make a mess on my face” he moans the words into your sopping cunt.

He’s desperate to have your juices dripping down his chin. You can tell in the way his tongue licks against your clit. He’s so desperate for you but he needs to see you cum on his face before he can sink his cock into you. He’ll use his hand to stroke himself to the sounds of your whimpers and pleas for him to fuck you. You sound so needy for him, begging him to fuck you, it’s like music to his ears.

“Louder, beg louder baby, i wanna hear you” his voice sounds breathless .

He’ll kiss your inner thighs, sucking and leaving bite marks ever so often. He gets so possessive of you in moments like this. All he can think about is how lucky he is to be the one to get to see you unraveling like this. This view of you , back arching off the bed jaw slack with the prettiest moans echoing in the air makes him feral. His eyes are trapped on you in a love struck daze. His pretty baby cumming undone over and over again on his tongue.

“One more my love, just one more please”

Atsumu, Kita, Suna, Kuroo, Akaashi, Bokuto, Oikawa, Hanamaki, Megumi, Gojo, Itadori, hinata, suguwara

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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"Mmmm baby… wiggling that tongue so sweet for me... So shameless that she likes danger. Or is being caught sucking my cock what you'd like everyone to see? Huh?" He praises you by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you mumble, savouring it.

Just hearing his vulgar words, the friction of your clit against the inside seam of your trousers and the thought of giving a blow job in a public place would make you cum.

“Do you like being treated like this? Like the slut you are?" You have the courage to look at him as you nod, your lips caressing the tip of his cock. A mixture of saliva and presemen that you'd clean up with your tongue and swallow before smiling at him.

"I see... you won't stop sucking until I cum, will you?"

You have time to smile again before he plunges you back onto his cock and fucks your throat deep before painting it white.

ATSUMU, COACH UKAI, Hanamaki, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, KUROO, Akaashi, DAISHOU, Kageyama, Kita, TSUKISHIMA, Osamu

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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the walls are thin - ch8.5

in which atsumu is your college neighbor that reminds you how in love you are with your ex boyfriend. previous | ch8.5 [masterlist]

// carefully attentive, the same person he’s always been ~ ᴍᴀᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 5517 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter: 18+ minors dni omg maki smut, pet names (maki calls you puppy oops), confessions, last chapter hey!, oral f!receive, face sitting, soft fucking, fucking with feelings, afab she/her pronouns

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(don't read this until you've read the beginning of ch8! this is a continuation <3 you'll know when to come back over)

before you can send a joke back his way, atsumu rolls onto his back, a large puff of air exhaled from his lungs as he does so. he smooths his palms over his face, fingers parting his own hair, eyes squeezed shut as he exhales again into his hands. “god, you make me feel like-,” he takes another breath, sitting up this time. you get a good look at his back from this angle and if the words he were saying weren’t so important, you’d interrupt him by kissing the toned muscle all over.

“like-,” he pauses, shaking his head, turning his neck, twisting his back to face you, “i don’t even know. i can’t even describe how you make me feel.” he narrows his eyes at you like he’s thinking of the most difficult math problem and trying to solve it in his head. “i know that sounds cheesy, i know it does, but i’m serious, i’ve never felt like this before.”

you sit up with him, his face morphs into realization, a tiny moment in time that causes your heart to start beating ferociously. it looks effortlessly difficult, a long road to get there, figuring out his feelings in real time, and yet it doesn’t come out like a question. “i love you.”

your stomach drops. you can’t breathe. “you love me?” you ask.

even without instant reciprocation, he doesn’t show an ounce of regret, not a single one. in fact, he replies quickly, even more assured this time, “i do.”

you really can’t breathe, can’t catch a good breath, it feels like you’re suffocating. the air is thick, tongue like cotton in your mouth, and he sees your adverse reaction to this and all he wants to do is make it better. “you don’t have to say anything,” he offers back, reaching his arm out and resting his touch on your elbow. he curls his fingers around your skin, but you can’t really feel it amidst the tingling taking over your entire body.

he continues on, “i just wanted to tell you because i’ve never met anyone like you. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and i’m a better person for having known you, so thank you.” you’re still not saying anything back to you, so he just keeps talking, reasoning slowly shifting from confidence to doubt. “i just don’t think i’ve ever met someone who’s gotten along so well with my friends and my brother or someone i’ve ever really even let do those things, because i’ve just been in my own head or maybe because i haven’t found the right person.”

you need him to stop talking, to give you a second, just one second for a thought to pop into your head to communicate what you’re feeling, but he just keeps talking. he’s great. he’s perfect. this is exactly what you were afraid of.

it comes out like vomit. “i think i’m still in love with maki.”

even after it’s left your mouth, you can’t believe you said it. the entire room is silent. you can’t even hear him breathing, can’t hear the fan or the birds or the hum of the fluorescent lights. this entire time, each waking minute you’ve spent in this bed, something’s felt uneasy, there was this underlying confusion that you couldn’t shake, and now that you’ve said this impossibly difficult thing out loud, you no longer feel confused.

instead, it’s transferred over to atsumu, you can see it in his face. you’re expecting betrayal. you can handle a look of treachery, of anger, of mistake, but none of that ever comes. his eyebrows are furrowed and he can’t look you in the eye, only steals glances as often as his body will allow. you should explain, you know you should explain, but how do you explain that the only thing that’s made you realize your feelings for maki were the kiss that you shared and having sex with someone else for the first time.

“i wish that maybe you would’ve told me that before last night,” he says, swinging his legs off of the bed and standing up, grabbing pieces of clothing that are strewn across the room, yours, his, his, his, yours, yours, his. he throws yours onto the bed, puts his on quickly.

“come on,” you say, voice small, “you’ve had plenty of one night stands. i’m just another one of ‘em.” your hands move slowly as you put on your clothes.

“you know that that’s not all you were to me,” he says, voice cold, breaking at the end, “is that all i was to you?”

“atsumu,” you say, but his name doesn’t feel right on your tongue anymore, not to either of you. his shoulders slump, air expelled from his lungs, fingers comb through his own hair, pausing at the top of his head as he tries to figure out what to do next. “do you want to talk about it?” you ask, wincing at your own question.

“there’s not really much to say,” he replies, offering nothing more.

it’s silent. you count the seconds, starting over every time you hit 60 until you can’t take it any longer. “should i leave?” you ask. he winces this time, maybe part of him thought you would follow up with something along the lines of but i want to make it work with you or i’m just kidding i love you too.

“fuck, i can’t believe this,” he says, shaking his head, “oh my god, i can’t believe this.” he puts his head in his hands, leaning on his desk as he rubs the heels of his palm into his eyes. he reaches down and grips the edge of the desk. he couldn’t look at you the entire time, even still it takes everything in him to raise his gaze to you, and fuck, you wish he hadn’t. “i let you meet my fucking brother.” his tone isn’t angry, isn’t pointed. it’s defeated. he inhales, throws his head back, exhales. “you should probably go.”

you know that you’re the one that suggested it just a moment ago, but the thought of it is making you sick, of walking out that door. you know there’s no turning back from it. you will have a few more weeks of sharing a wall and then your life will continue on without atsumu. you stand up, a few painful strides to the door. he walks behind you, reaches past you, opens the door for you.

“fuck,” he says, much softer this time, soft enough that you might have even regretted the past couple minutes, “why couldn’t i have met you freshman year?” he asks. it’s not a question either of you can answer. he’s not expecting an answer anyway, not sure he would accept one if he was.

“i don’t know if you would’ve liked me freshman year,” you admit.

“i would’ve liked you,” he says as sure as up is up and down is down, “any time. no matter what. i’m sure of it.” it would have been easier if he wasn’t. you step out into the hallway.

“i’ll see you around,” you say.

“probably not,” he says.

you take one last look at his door, at the miya atsumu written across it. the name no longer unfamiliar, person no longer unfamiliar, no longer a distinction, no longer a vastly different side of a person you know. no, now not a side at all, but just a part of a person you used to know. this is exactly what you were afraid of.

/++/

“it’s before noon on a fucking sunday, you better have a good reason-,” the complaining comes before the door is even open. you can hear it clear as day even before there’s a tiny crack letting the sound through. your skin hasn’t stopped tingling, face hasn’t stopped burning. your body has been moving on autopilot since you left atsumu’s room, even through showering, putting on clean clothes, navigating here.

and yet, the second that he opens the door, it’s all you, no automation, direct, meaningful, purposeful movement and thought.

there’s nothing stopping you, nothing could stop you. you take two steps forward. if it were anybody other than maki, it would have been weird, awkward, clumsy as you collide with him, foot half stepping on his, almost tripping into him, but he holds you steady as if he anticipated this. you push your lips into his, taking another few steps forward and in from the hallway. he lets the door close softly behind you, wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you in deeper. he doesn’t ask any questions, doesn’t try to pull away, just kisses you for the second time this week, savors every second of it as if it will be his last. he knows better now.

you really hope that when you pull away, he won’t ask any questions. you hope that you’re good enough at communicating everything through this kiss and the touch on his hips. his eyes are wide when you eventually do pull away and you know that there’s a question coming. you’re already figuring out an answer in your head.

“what if issei answered the door?” he asks, head tilted, shaky breath the only sign that he was caught off guard.

“shut up,” you say, quiet smirk forming as you press your smile into his again.

you snake your arms around his neck, clasp them overtop of one another, pulling yourself into him deeper, holding onto him tight, you can’t get close enough. he runs his hands down your sides, leans backwards to signal that he can support you completely. even after all of this time, you know what that means. you jump into his arms, bracing yourself as he walks backwards to his room. he doesn’t have to ask or motion, you open his door, and when he turns around and puts your back against the door to close it, you lock it.

he pulls away this time. “are you going to tell me what got into you now?” he asks.

you shake your head, leaning forward and closing the gap, eyes closing gently at how soft his lips are, at how comforting it is to be in his familiar arms again. you’ve missed this so much, more than you could have known.

he pulls away once more. you wish he would stop doing that. you don’t want to stop kissing him. you want to kiss him for hours. “do i at least get to know if this is a one time thing?” he asks.

“i hope not,” you reply. it answers a lot more than just that one question. you move to kiss him again, but he starts speaking against your lips, desperate for answers.

“okay and-,” he starts.

it makes so much sense to you, all laid out in your head. the kisses, the grip, the familiarity, the need. it’s hard to take yourself out of your own head, to realize that he’s been caught so off guard with this and is taking it pretty much in stride. still, you huff because explaining means that you don’t get to kiss maki and it means that you have to admit something very difficult.

you pull back completely, arms still draped around his neck. “i haven’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss, about what you said, about thinking we’d get back together or just keep going with what we were doing forever; i want that.” the end of your explanation comes out in one long sentence, mashed together just as it was in your head. “‘m still in love with you, maki.” there’s no i think this time.

he closes the gap this time, doesn’t need to hear another word, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, quickly pulling you away from his door and walking you over to his bed.

“wait, wait,” you say against his lips as he sits down on the bed, gently letting your knees sink into the mattress.

“god, no, yea, that is annoying,” he says the second your lips are off of his.

you roll your eyes dramatically, shaking your head the tiniest bit, a tiny smile on your face, “are you- is that-,” it’s not coming out right, your chest rising and falling as the question struggles to form in your head, “do you want that? is that okay?”

“are you asking if i’m in love with you?” he asks.

you nod, grateful for his ability to understand you so well even when you’re not making any sense at all, eyes darting back and forth between his trying to find an ounce of an answer before it comes from his lips. “of course i am,” he says plainly, confused that it’s even a question, “i never stopped, you know that.”

you push forward into his chest and he moves back with you until his back collides with the bed. the two of you always moved like this, in time with one another, thoughtless and in sync in a way you only get to if you’ve known each other for years. you clasp your hands at the base of his neck, pulling him into you as you kiss him deeper, parting your lips to swipe your tongue across his bottom lip.

this time, he doesn’t pull away, accepts the invitation thoughtlessly, tongue entering your mouth, and it’s like something snaps in you. you got to kiss him not long ago, get to touch him and hold his hand and sleep in his bed, but now you get to taste him, for the first time in too long. your fingers close around nothing, scraping against his skin and you know it’ll make him shiver, and it does. you feel the shudder all throughout your body.

you can’t stop, tongue slipping against his, scraping over his teeth and cheeks, you can’t get enough. you never want to stop kissing him. you missed the way he feels in your mouth, his sweet, familiar taste. you smooth your hand around his neck, down his chest, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, pressing your lips into his harder.

his hands are roaming, in your hair, down your back, gripped into your waist, sculpting over your ass, settling on the backs of your thighs, rocking you against him. he grinds up into you, hard against the inside of your leg, evidently just as turned on by this previously forgotten sensation. you’re the first one to pull away, and he lets you, actually welcomes this tiny moment to catch his breath, to just look at you.

“i,” huff, “really missed you, maki,” you say and then lean back down and give him another quick peck, “like a lot,” kiss, huff, “wish you would’ve just taken me back to your room that night.”

you kiss him again. a smile grows against your lips and then a laugh comes along with it, light at first and then he can’t stop. you pull back. “maybe this was my plan all along.”

“oh, really?” you ask jokingly, tilting your head.

“nah,” he says, lifting his head up, lips pursed but they don’t meet yours. instead, he places a soft kiss on your nose. “i just wanted to make sure that you really wanted this.” one hand stays on the underside of your thigh, takes your hand in his other, keeps them both pressed against his heart. “not just in the moment, but really wanted this. just as much as me.” ba-bump.

“and is this proof enough?” you ask, trying to swallow your giddy giggles. he narrows his eyes at you, quirks an eyebrow, he doesn’t even have to say it, you can read it loud and clear. duh, obviously. he pulls you back down.

“plus, now it’ll be even sweeter,” he says, pressing his nose into your neck, dragging his wet lips against the skin. he runs the flat of his tongue from your chest up your neck and repeats the motion, starting point getting lower and lower every time until he’s met with the fabric of your t-shirt. it’s quickly thrown to the side, one motion, as he sits up, his face situated perfectly between your tits.

“maki,” you breathe, blushing as he uses his large hands to surround himself with your tits, palms rough against your hardening nipples, placing small kisses against your sternum, right against your heartbeat.

“missed these,” he says, sound muffled like he’s talking into a pillow, vibrations sending a wave of goosebumps across your delicate, now bare skin.

“maki,” you say again, more embarrassed this time, but he knows you better than to stop at this little fit of self-consciousness. in fact, he doubles down.

“could sit here like this all night, puppy,” he mumbles, but you can hear it so clearly, rolling your hips, chewing on your lip.

“maki,” you repeat for the third time, reaching your arm up, hiding behind the crook of your elbow.

he pulls away, hands continuing to knead into your soft tits as he gets a good look at you. “don’t get all embarrassed on me, now. it’s just me,” he says, reaching up and pulling your arm down from your face, placing both of your hands on his hips. you let him. you take a breath. it’s just him. you nod, keeping your hands on his hips, gripping them into the shallow valley of the bone. “good,” he smirks, runs his hands down your sides, right back to the backs of your thighs, tugging you towards him.

the pressure builds, grip pulling and pulling until you slide up to his stomach and then his chest, but he just keeps coaxing you forward. you look down at him, questioning, and he throws you back a devilish grin, turning his head to the side to press a kiss into your knee. “are you going to come sit on my face or what?” he asks, nipping at your skin when you jump at the question.

“maki!”

“come on, you’ve made me wait long enough,” he says, turning his head the other way and placing a kiss into the opposite knee. “you know i’ve been thinking about it since you got on top of me.”

“then take it,” you breathe. fuck, he missed that.

you use the wall to steady yourself as he pulls your shorts and your panties off. he places both of his hands on the insides of your thighs, pushes your legs apart. your stomach refuses to settle, flipping over and over as you stare at him so intently, just waiting for his next move. he moves you forward again by your hips this time, lifting you just high enough for your lips to drag against his hanging tongue.

“fuck,” you say, nails curling against the drywall, forehead gently resting against the surface.

he digs his fingertips into you, pulls you harshly onto his tongue, into his face. he loves being suffocated by you, always has. once he nearly passed out, too drunk on your taste and the sounds that you made to care about staying conscious. breathing came second to your pleasure. that’s why he was so fucking good at it. “god, fuck, maki.” the back of your head meets the top of your spine, chin pointed towards the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut as he presses the tip of his tongue into your hole repeatedly.

his hands pull your cunt into his mouth harder, positioned on your lower back, gripping into your ass as he rocks you back and forth on his tongue, juices flowing down the sides of his cheeks and chin. the sounds are so lewd, squelching and slurping, moaning into your pussy as he devours you.

“gonna- gonna come,” you announce, rolling your hips in time with his tongue. his teeth scrape against your clit, lips close around your folds, tongue prods at your tight hole. his arm has to reach as he presses his palm against your stomach, follows the center of your chest up to your neck and wraps his long fingers around it. the grip is weak, more focused on the repetitive motions to drive you to your orgasm, but just the small amount of pressure is enough to throw you over the edge. you squeeze your thighs together as you come, waves of pleasure rolling over your body, legs shaking. you move your hand instinctively to the top of his, squeezing around your throat, eyes shut tightly.

“holy fuck,” you say, using all of your strength to push yourself up and off of his face, to give him a breather. he gasps for air, taking in a huge breath and exhaling quickly. he repeats this six times. you count it to ground yourself.

“m not done,” he says, pulling you back down. you almost lose your balance, but he holds you strong. it’s more desperate this time, hungrier, needier, not like he’s got something to prove, but just because he’s enjoying it that much. you're sensitive from your last orgasm, from your clit being attacked again so soon, rolling it between his teeth, capturing it between his wet lips.

“you should,” huff, “you should not be so fucking good at this,” you say, shaking your head even though he definitely cannot see you. you barely know if he can hear you.

you’re already putty on his tongue, but that’s not enough for him. he’s got to reduce you to a pile of nothing and you’re surely on your way, circling your hips on his tongue, second orgasm taking you by surprise. you’re not positive that you can even sit up off of him this time, moving to slide back instead. he doesn’t let you, hands securely holding you in place, he doesn’t get to take another breath, like he’s challenging you or himself, you’re not really sure.

“maki,” you whine, eyes opening for the first time since your last orgasm, looking down between your legs to see his eyes blissfully closed, nose nuzzling against your clit, face sheened and messy. you thread your fingers into his hair, shoving his tongue deeper into your cunt, because he’s not going to stop until he’s made you come again and you’re not sure how much more of this you can take and he hasn’t even been inside of you yet.

your third orgasm ruins you. you can’t even sit upright by yourself, so many forceful orgasms running over you in succession. maki’s hands and your brace on the wall are the only things that are keeping you from forgoing everything and falling onto the bed. if you didn’t say your next words, broken and whimpering, you’re certain he would have kept going. “maki, need you, please,” you say, legs like fucking jello.

he slides you back, wet cunt dragging across his chest and stomach as he tries to compose himself. his breath is unsteady, heavy, face completely a mess, tongue swiping over his bottom lip trying to get all of your juices in his mouth, down his throat. “you’ll have me,” he breathes, sitting up, flipping you over so that you’re on your back and you’re still amazed at how he has so much strength left after something like that.

“now, please, now,” you say, reaching down and placing your fingertips into the waistband of his boxers. you don’t pull them off completely, already moving your fingers to the hem of his shirt, pushing the fabric up so that you can see his stomach, hand slipping under it to feel his chest, heartbeat violent against your palm. “hiro, now, please,”

“come on, you know that’s not fair,” he says, shaking his head, following your movements, taking off his shirt, “been years since you’ve called me that.”

you slip your fingers into his waistband again, pulling him towards you, “been years since you called me puppy, think we’re even now.”

he hooks both arms under your knees, pulling you towards him until the backs of your thighs are resting against the tops of his. he reaches into his boxers, pulls himself out, hissing at his own touch against his painfully hard cock. “you gonna ask for my cock again?” he questions, hips rocking forward just far enough for his head to slip against your clit.

“want you,” you whine, “hiro, please, missed this so much.”

he presses inside of you, precome leaking against your walls as he stuffs every fucking inch into your sensitive pussy. it’s so much, perfectly thick and long, fits so perfectly inside of you. there’s a dull stretch that you want to feel forever as the tip of his cock hits the back of your walls. “fuck, holy fuck,” you mutter, linking your hands behind his neck and pulling him into you, your shoulder against his chest, nose nuzzled into his collarbone. “shit i missed this.”

he lets you hold him close, lifts his hips to pull out of you and fucks back into you slowly as you cling to him. you speak into his neck, “need you, need this, more, fuck, you’re mine, are you mine, baby? fuck, tell me you’re mine,” you babble.

he pulls away from you, almost regrettably so as he sees the desperation in your eyes, but he rests on his forearm, smoothing his palm over the side of your face, cupping your cheek and stroking your jaw. “i’m yours, i promise. all yours,” he says incessantly, carefully attentive, the same person he’s always been.

you roll your hips, lifting to meet his slow thrusts, circling and shaking arrhythmically. you need more of him, more of him. you run your hands through his hair. he holds you steady. “it’s okay, i know, fuck,” he says, starting to pick up the pace. your eyes shut quickly, already almost there for what feels like the millionth time tonight.

“gonna come on your cock, you’re gonna make me come all over your cock, maki, please,” you mumble, nodding your head against his shoulder.

“already puppy?” he asks, snapping his hips into you hard.

you’re gone, whimpering and whining and crying as you tighten around his cock, fingers digging into his shoulders, lifting your hips off of the bed to fuck yourself on his cock harder, riding through your orgasm, walls clenching around his fat cock as you thank him over and over for making you come again.

when it subsides, his pace slows back down again, rolling his hips leisurely, just enjoying how pretty your cunt looks sucking him in, how your wetness clings to his cock as it pulls out and how it gathers around your entrance as he pushes in. his breath is shaky, grip the same.

“you are not allowed to make fun of me for not lasting,” he groans, “because fuck this is all i’ve been wanting since the last time we hooked up.”

you laugh, breathy and spent. “when even was that?” you ask, eyes closing as the tip of his cock brushes knowingly against your spot.

“god, i don’t know,” he presses a kiss into the side of your face, rhythm unwavering, “over a year.”

“why did we stop?”

“stupid,” he says, breathing labored, “because we’re fucking stupid.”

he pulls out of you, flips you over, his thick cock slipping between your plush thighs. he uses both hands to spread your ass, breath stuttering, cock throbbing as he sees your puffy lips from between the fats of your thighs. “because we could’ve been doing this the entire time.” he digs his fingers into your ass, watches how your skin ripples when he smacks it so lightly, “could’ve seen this fucking sight,” he smacks it again, “this entire fucking time.”

he slips inside of you again, fucking you from behind, underside of his cock relentless against your spot as he starts to fuck you faster and faster. “you don’t have to hold back, y’know,” you breathe, arching your back, hips lifting just enough to make your cunt that much more snug, the angle making maki see fucking stars. he grips into your ass. “you don’t have to savor it. we have plenty of time for that.”

he tries to hold off as long as he can, really, he does, but he hasn’t been inside of you for over a year and despite how much he’s thought about it, he’s truly forgotten how good you actually feel, how tight you are around him, how thick your thighs are, how well he could make you come, how creamy you made his cock.

“promise?” he asks, slamming into you, cock throbbing, hanging on to your every word.

“i promise,” you say, your voice sweet. “please come for me.”

“shit,” he says, hips stuttering. he wants to give you everything you want and more and he’s already so close, it’s a miracle he didn’t unload inside of you right then. “where?” he asks, closing his eyes for just a second, tearing his eyes away from your sloppy cunt swallowing his cock for just a moment, butterflies filling his stomach, because he knows you and he knows exactly where you want his load.

“inside, maki,” you whine.

he presses his hips full against your ass, shoots his load as deep inside of you as he can, letting your quivering walls massage his cock. all he needs are your pretty, snug walls surrounding him and he’s dumping his load into that perfect pussy, stream after stream coating your insides.

it takes him longer to recover from this than he did from almost suffocating between your legs. “can i pull out now, puppy?” he asks, curling his fingers against your skin. you nod, so grateful that he’s asked and prepared you for feeling empty. he’s slow to pull out, lets you feel each inch dragging against your creamy walls until they’re clenching around nothing.

he flops to the side of you, one arm snaking underneath you, one arm overtop. he pulls you closer, kisses your shoulder. you turn to face him and before he can say a single word, you have to admit to him everything that happened with atsumu, how everything went down. your heart is beating wildly and you don’t exactly know how to say it, how you came to this realization. you don’t know what he’s going to say or how he’s going to react, but you have to lay it all out there.

“atsumu and i-,” you start explaining.

“doesn’t matter,” maki says, cutting you off, “i don’t need to know. whatever happened between you guys, that was before. but from now on…,” he trails off, let’s you fill in the sentence.

“it’s us,” you say, quickly.

“kinda always has been, huh?” he asks, but it’s not really a question.

“it was always supposed to be you, maki,” you answer, though it’s not really a question, “from day one.”

“so does this mean you’re my girlfriend again?” he asks, head tilting, inching closer to you until his forehead is resting against yours. you lean forward, pressing a kiss into the side of his cheek.

“that’s a weird way to ask me to be your girlfriend,” you joke.

“will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, not hesitating for a second.

“do you even have to ask?” you smirk.

he instantly jumps at you, caging you in beneath him and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, all over your face, your chin, your lips. it starts as a giggle, grows to a laugh, and before you know it, you can’t breathe. “maki!” you whine, playfully pushing at his chest as he kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck.

“i can’t hear you,” he pretends, shaking his head, wrapping his arms under your lower back to bring you closer to his kisses.

“maki!” you scream again, laughing even harder as you try to squirm out of his grasp. “stop it!”

“then answer me,” he says, not letting up until you give him a real answer for his rhetorical question.

“yes! yes! yes! okay! yes, of course, i’ll be your girlfriend,” you yell, grabbing both sides of his face in your hands and pulling his face to yours, kissing him softly at first and then deep, hard, tangling your fingers into the back of his hair and relaxing into his touch.

there’s a banging on the wall next to the bed so violent that you can feel the mattress shake. “please, shut the fuck up,” you hear issei shout through the wall. your face is instantly burning. this isn’t something that hasn’t happened before. you were aware of how thin the walls were. maki and you used to get into trouble like this plenty of times when you were together. this is just another one of those times, you suppose.

“hopefully when we move into an apartment somewhere, the walls will be a bit thicker, yea?” he asks, voice a bit quieter, not skipping a beat, not feeling embarrassed when the assumption leaves his mouth. why would he? you nod, smiling bright.

“perfect,” you mumble, kissing him once more, “really perfect.”

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