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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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