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CUTTING TEETH - mastuskawa issei/f!reader/hanamaki takahiro (4.2k) vampire!au, vampire!matsuhana, new vampire!reader, poly matsuhana, mmf!threesome (barely), smut, finger sucking, fingering, mentions of blood/blood drinking, lots of talk about teeth and mouths, reader is going through a bit of a breakdown, sweetheart and good girl used as petnames, matsuhana give off slightly yandere vibes but they aren't actually, and reader is physically restrained at one point but it's not non/dubcon! part of the 'more than you can chew' universe 18+ NFSW - MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Time passes differently now.

It makes sense, you can’t help but think in those precious moments when the haze lifts and grants you a reprieve of much needed clarity; It’s only logical that something would feel different now that you are too. Seconds ticking past but mean nothing when you stay unchanging. Time no longer has any meaning now that you’re frozen in it. And so nine days slip by, and they’re all a blur; one bleeds unintelligibly into the next, but they feel like what once were seconds in another life.

You’re burning.

You’re hungry.

You feel as if you’re coming undone.

But you’re safe. You know that to be true too. Even in the haze, even in the vicious delirium and the burn, there are hands that cradle you and the gentle brush of lips against your skin. You’re surrounded constantly by the scent of pine, the whistle of the winter wind and soft, familiar voices.

They’d told you it would be like this, prepared you for it. But knowing something in theory and knowing something in practice are very different things.

You’re curled up in the corner of the smallest room in the house. It’s the only one with tatami floors, though you suspect at one time—before extensive renovations that shaped the home into something beautiful but unrecognizable—there once may have been more. This room is used for storage now, mostly; there are a few boxes piled up along one side, an extra futon folded up in one corner, and antiques in pristine condition that don’t seem to otherwise match the decor. Those are half-covered by drop cloths to protect them from dust or damage, but there’s a vanity along the wall that’s been half-revealed as the sheet pools on the floor, revealing beautiful knotted elm, a pristine mirror, and careful woodwork underneath. There’s a faint scent of must that hangs in the still air, and the little room is dark—the sole window along the opposite side covered by thick curtains to block out the sun.

But you prefer the dark now.

You see too much in the light.

The air in the dim room shifts suddenly, and you lift your face from the crook between your knees where they’re drawn up to your chest.

“There you are—”

You heard him even before he opened the door. Heard him on the other side of the house before he even started making his way to you.

“—I’ve been looking all over for you.”

The man on the other side of the room keeps his distance as he appraises you. It’s a gesture that is not done unkindly. Everything Matsukawa Issei does is considerate, as ever.

He knows the hell you’re suffering.

“What’re you doing in here, huh?”

Issei makes his way towards you at an easy, lazy pace, even though the room is so small. The way he takes his time approaching you is unimposing, even given his height and his breadth, like a trapper approaching small prey that had mistakenly gotten locked in their snare.

Your throat feels raw when you finally speak. To be honest, you aren’t entirely certain when the last time you spoke even was. It may have been a few days. Perhaps only hours.

You wonder when it will get easier to keep track, now that the flow of time feels so foreign.

“My jaw hurts.”

Issei crouches down next to you slowly, and your senses follow him; his warmth, his scent, the steady sound of his breaths. He draws closer and closer, his presence growing more unignorable until he’s mere inches away from your face. His proximity effortlessly eases the ache that thrums under your gums. His nearness soothes the inferno that has scorched a hearth into your chest.

“Your jaw?” he repeats your words, a careful hand reaching out towards you. His movements are cautious but sure, measured but gentle. His broad palm caresses your cheek, his touch soft against your skin. You lean into it, into him, as unconsciously as drawing in a breath.

It’s quiet as he holds you.

“…My teeth.”

Issei hums. The sound is a deep, sympathetic purr that makes your skin prickle just underneath the surface. His hand slips a little further down your face, until he’s cupping your jaw rather than the soft swell of your cheek. Your eyes finally meet his, and you’re lost in them as the pad of his thumb presses against the pucker of your mouth.

“Can I?” he asks, his head tilting to the side.

Your lips part for his willingly, wordlessly, welcoming him in.

The tip of the digit slips underneath your top lip, and you can taste the subtle saltiness that clings to his skin. Issei watches your expression as he traces along the front of your upper row of teeth, ghosting along the smooth enamel and mapping the peaks and valleys as one tooth gives way to the next. His touch sweeps a little further up and the investigation continues as he skims along the soft pink of your gums. The warmth of his hand and his closeness has your mouth filling with saliva that threatens to drip at the corner of your parted lips.

He presses, firmer now than he has yet, against a tender spot along your gums.

“Mmmmmph—!”

You clutch his wrist tightly with both hands, holding him still as you pant raggedly against his palm. Spit freely runs down his skin now, and your chin, catching in the low light of the small room you’ve locked yourself away in as it drips slowly to the floor. That all-consuming burn is still there—haunting your lungs and up the track of your throat—but you’re holding onto Issei tighter than you’ve ever held anything.

“Easy, easy,” he soothes you quietly, his other hand reaching up to pat along your hair. Your grip slackens, but you keep his hand pressed desperately to your mouth like a lifeline. His thumb is still resting against that sensitive, aching spot, and once he senses it’s safe for him to continue he sweeps the pad of it against that place again. There’s a throb deep beneath the muscle that twinges, and it’s painful but surprisingly not unpleasant. Your jaw relaxes slightly, though your breaths are still shuddering, and it grants him even better access to your mouth than before.

“Good girl,” he praises you for the utterly unconscious gesture, sweeping the digit stuck beneath your lip slowly along to the same spot on the opposite side of your top row of teeth. It hurts there too, but Issei’s touch is gentle and compassionate; soothing as it glides against the slick flesh.

The little room around you fades away, little by little, until all you know is him.

Your vision grows hazy, your eyelids suddenly heavy as Issei continues to explore your mouth. The pain that had been so all-consuming just moments before is easier now to bear, your senses dulling to anything that isn’t him. There’s so much saliva pooling under your tongue that you can hear how wet it is as the man before you moves his thumb around inside.

Eventually he’s satisfied, a pleased little hum telling you he’s found what he was looking for, and as if to reward you he slips his thumb between your teeth and rubs it against the surface of your tongue. You close your lips around it happily.

“Gentle,” he urges, and you heed his warning—careful not to bite down or otherwise move too eagerly with his finger caught in your mouth. You suckle it gently on nothing more than sheer instinct. It feels nice—soothing, familiar somehow even though it isn’t—and he sighs contently. “That’s it.”

You stay like that for a while, holding his wrist as you suck against the warmth of his thumb where it rests against your tongue. You grow even more delirious the longer you indulge yourself—the demons that have been clawing at you incessantly for the past nine days quieting until you can scarcely notice them at all.

“Your teeth are coming in,” Issei eventually speaks again in that easy, gentle way he always does, but you hardly register his words through your daze.

You make a small noise of confusion once his words reach you somewhere you can understand.

“Your fangs,” he explains as he smiles softly down at you, watching with nothing short of fondness in his gaze.

You blink, processing his revelation though your brain is foggy and your thoughts are syrupy slow.

Issei slips his thumb out of your mouth only once you allow him to, dipping forward and dragging his tongue along your bottom lip to catch the spit that has steadily been dribbling out. He doesn’t kiss you, not really anyway, even though the gesture feels so intimate and his lips are practically upon yours. It’s as though he senses you want to say something, because as soon as he’s cleaned you up he’s pulling away and looking to you expectantly.

“My… fangs?” you sound uncertain, your voice thready and confused as you repeat what he’s told you.

Issei lifts his thumb up to his mouth; the length of it is covered in the sheen of your saliva, all the way down to his wrist. He cleans that off too as he nods.

You shiver a little.

“Are they going to fall out?” you ask him worriedly, a tightness of anxiety weaving itself into a knot in the centre of your searing chest.

“Yes,” he says, sparing you no detail and offering you no misguided pleasantry in the interest of your own sake. He cups your cheeks in both hands this time, keeping your eyes on him, and he uses his thumbs to curl your upper lip and reveal your teeth again—one holds the lip up out of the way while the other dips down to trace over the canine tooth just below that wretchedly aching spot in your gums. “Just think of these like milk teeth.”

He traces along the razor fine edge of your incisor with the very tip of his finger, then across to your canine—careful, even with all his own strength, not to nick himself on the sharpness.

“Right now, these teeth are meant to shred—to rip and tear through skin and bone and whatever else might be in your way so you can get as much blood as quickly as possible. So you can get stronger,” he says, and his low, gentle voice softens the gruesomeness of his words into something palatable and easy to swallow. “But your fangs will give you acuity. Precision. You’ll be able to puncture just enough to draw what you need when you feed as you mature.”

You whimper a little when he presses down against your canine, as though terrified it might begin to wiggle under his touch.

“You’re cutting teeth, that’s all,” he says simply, and you wish his words were more comforting to hear than they are. He slips his finger out once more and allows your lip to return to its rightful place. He tuts lightly. “But it’s painful, isn’t it?”

You nod a bit, your head dipping as much as it’s able with his hands still cradling your cheeks on either side.

“Poor little thing,” Issei breathes, crowding you a little closer to the wall where you’ve been curled up in your misery. “Want me to make you feel better?”

Your back rests flush to Issei’s chest, two of his fingers pressed deep into your mouth. He has your knees hooked over his thighs and his legs spread to keep you open, and tips of his talented fingers orbit in rhythmic circles around your clit.

It all sounds so wet.

Your mouth. Your pussy. Your shuddering breaths. The racing thump of your heart.

The coil of tension in the pit of your insatiable stomach has nearly wound tight enough to break.

How many times has he made you cum in the past nine days? You wonder distantly in your mind. How many more times will he make you cum in the innumerable ones that now lie ahead?

Your head pitches back against Issei’s shoulder as his mouth laves down the column of your neck. You feel the familiar drag of his teeth along your throat, and the sensation still makes your heart race—even though the thumping is little more than vestigial; even though his teeth wont pierce you the way they used to when there was still blood that he craved rushing underneath your once fragile, delicate skin.

“Feel good?” he murmurs into your skin between kisses, and your hips jump in place of an answer—as clear an indicator to your agreement than any words you may be able to offer in reply. His fingertips press a little firmer against the sensitive bud at the apex of your dripping core.

“‘Sei,” your voice is reedy and wanton as you call for him around his fingers.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

You don’t know. Or maybe you do, but your ability to verbalize it has abandoned you along with your sanity.

But you’re needy. You need more. Need something. Need anything.

You shift in his lap, as much as you can given the way he’s holding you, and grind against the firm swell of his cock nestled behind your back. Issei pulls his fingers out from your mouth, the pads of his fingers slipping softly against your lips.

“Yeah?” his reply is deep, breathy, “that what you want?”

You nod, fervent and crazed.

Strangely, you feel a little more normal like this—a little more like who you used to be. He used to make you feel this frenzied back then too, but now he doesn’t need to be as gentle with you as he once was. In spite of that, Issei still touches you like you’re something breakable. Something precious.

“Hiro will be back soon,” the man above you whispers as he gently lays you flat against the tatami flooring, his nose brushing yours. “Are you hungry?”

It hardly needs to be asked. You’re always hungry. At least you have been for the past nine days. There’s a little pile of crumpled silver packets on one side of the room, long-drained, as evidence to this fact. Hiro’s been bringing you more blood each day, fresh blood—that tastes better than the synthetic stuff you find yourself guzzling in the hours in between—but it still doesn’t feel like it’s enough to satiate you. Not enough to douse the burn that torches your throat.

You’re not sure where he’s getting it, and you don’t ask. The truth is you don’t even know where you are.

Prior to turning, Issei and Hiro had asked if you prefer the sea or the forest. The smell of salt air or pine sap. You’d answered the forest, with fond memories of wandering around the green space in the countryside where your grandparents lived when you were a child. When you’d woken up nine days ago in this big house in the middle of the woods, you realized why they’d asked you to begin with.

You’re far away from civilization here.

Or rather, civilization is far away from you.

Because you’re the thing that needs to be kept away. Isolated. Contained. All in the best interest of the beating hearts and pumping blood that floods the city you’d once known.

The thought of blood rushing under skin, of throngs of people saturated with it, makes your mouth water.

“Issei,” you moan, your sharp teeth gnashing involuntarily at the thought as you cling to him a little tighter. “Please."

The man hovering over you shushes you gently; a soothing placating sound. “I’m sorry, I know it’s hard,” he murmurs, slipping a hand under the silk of your robe, “it’ll get easier, I promise.”

Issei knows it better than anyone, you think. His words a little more comforting because you know he’s speaking from experience. He’d been just like you once: bloodthirsty and on the brink—a mind in tatters as it fights to acclimatize to the sudden change of being turned, attempting to knit itself back together into something new. Takahiro had turned him only 100 years ago, after all.

Only—a part of your brain scoffs, maybe the last rational part that’s endured—when did 100 years become something you could measure so flippantly?

Issei unfastens the loose tie of your robe at your waist, letting the silky material slip from your body like the flow of water over stone. You don’t know who’d dressed you in it, only that it’s not something you’d pulled on yourself. You hadn’t washed or dressed yourself since you’d woken up.

Yet another way you’ve been cared for in the time in-between.

Two strong arms cage you in against the floor, a palm resting on either side of your face. Issei’s body is warm. You like that. He always used to feel so much colder than you did, but now that your body is running at the same temperature his touch feels more ambient.

“Hey,” Issei’s gentle hand takes your chin to turn your gaze towards him, “get out of your head for a minute, okay? Just focus on me. I’m right here.”

He is, and he has been. He and Hiro both, for the past nine days.

And for a long time before that.

And now forever.

Issei dips forwards and kisses you sweetly, deeply.

He doesn’t have to prep you like he used to, because your body isn’t fragile in the same ways it once was. You feel the thick head of his cock dragging through the sticky petals of your pussy, and know that you can stretch to accommodate him without any of the discomfort you may have once felt. When he presses inside, you just feel full. You just feel good.

You moan against his mouth as he gives the first few slow thrusts, like he’s letting you get used to it. Like he’s letting you enjoy it.

But it’s not enough.

With newfound strength, a strength you’re not yet fully used to, you roll the two of you over and pin him down against the tatami. Issei’s eyes are surprised, but not unwilling in the slightest, as he stares up at you with his dark hair fanning away from his face. Your hips begin moving freely, using your new position as leverage. You’re full, then empty, then full again as you bounce on his lap—the wet, lewd sound of skin slapping fills the room, but you can scarcely hear it over the thrum of your pulse.

“That’s it,” Issei groans, praising you. His eyes have gone half-lidded as you ride him, a little smile on his lips. “Take what you need, sweetheart.”

Your hips keep moving, chasing the pleasure that’s rising in your core. His hand finds yours, and you clasp your hand around his to guide it up your body. First to your chest, where he grabs a handful of your soft, bouncing flesh. He kneads it gently for a moment, his thumb pressing teasingly against the pebbled bud of your nipple. But that’s not where you want him either, and you keep guiding it up to your mouth.

“Careful,” Issei’s voice has gone a little raspier now as you bring his fingers to your lips. And you’re trying to be, you really are, but you’re a little too far gone to care that much.

He is too.

If you wanted to, he’d let you bite. Let you devour him.

You lick between his knuckles, flicking your tongue up between the digits as saliva drips down to his wrist, all while you keep spearing yourself back down onto his thick, hard cock. You slip the fingertips just past your lips, and moan around the digits when you feel him throb inside of you, your free hand hand fluttering down to your stomach where you swear you might be able to feel him shaping your body to fit him inside. You’re still grinding down against him, still suckling against his fingers, and Issei is still staring up at you from the floor with a tender, heavy lidded gaze.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and god do you know that he means it.

“Yeah, love you,” you whimper back, breathy and pitchy and desperate as you let his hand fall from your mouth. You drop down onto your elbows to kiss him, wet and messy, and hope that he knows that you mean it too.

Issei keeps thrusting up into you as your lips slot messily against his, an arm wound around the small of your back to keep you in place as he fucks into you. You’re lost in the feeling of it, in the pleasure Issei is giving to you, when suddenly light washes over the little room.

“I thought I heard you two in here.”

You squint against the light, your lips still hovering over Issei’s as you pant. Takahiro leans against the doorframe on the other side of the room, and his gaze sweeps across the scene as he pushes his flashy sunglasses up onto his head, his strawberry hair pinned back underneath them. His red eyes watch you placidly, an amused little smile on his face.

You always found it hard to believe that of the two of them, Hiro was the elder. And not marginally—Hanamaki Takahiro has seen more seasons than all of the towering trees that surround your little safe house combined. Where Issei is solemn and reserved, favouring understated clothes and quiet, Hiro delights in the marvels of the modern era; revels in them. Their stark juxtaposition is part of what had drawn you to them in the first place.

Part of what had led you here.

“Hiro,” you breathe when you spot him, but then the hair stands up n the back of your neck as you catch the sweet smell of blood in the air.

Something monstrous squirms inside of you; animalistic and feral. You scramble blindly towards it, but Issei keeps you where you are with his arms wrapped around your waist and his cock still inside of you. He pulls you to his chest as you thrash against him. You sob, desperately fighting against his hold. There’s an ungodly burning in your throat, saliva dripping from your trembling lips. Then Hiro is in front of you, so quickly so barely see him move, patting your hair back from your face.

“Shh, shh,” he coos in his smooth, low voice. You blink tears away, swallowing against your mouth full of spit. The ache in you teeth is back, worse now than before, almost as if you can feel the slice of fangs that want to push through your flesh and descend. You want to bite. To rend and tear. Every breath you draw in burns with the delicious fragrance you know is so close. You cling to Issei harder. “Baby, it’s not going anywhere. You’ll feed soon, just calm down. Don’t rush.”

Hiro takes your face in his hands, pressing light kisses the edge of your mouth, your cheeks, your nose. In the corner over Hiro's shoulder, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror of the vanity that sits half-uncovered.

You don't recognize the animal that peers back.

You’re tense even as Hiro coddles you, soothes you, but then Issei’s hips start moving again. The unexpected sensation punches a carnal, gasping sound out of you and it makes Hiro laugh against your cheek, all air.

There are four hands on your body, two mouths against your skin.

“Oh, that’s our girl,” Hiro sounds chipper as you slacken, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Breathe for us, okay? Just breathe. It’s okay.”

You hear the sloppy sound of Issei’s hips meeting yours, and the jingling of Hiro’s belt as he unfastens it with one hand.

You smell the scent of fresh blood, but also the cool early-winter air that clings to the material of Hiro’s coat now that he’s so close, still heavy with the lingering fragrant pine from outside.

You feel pleasure building while they touch you, until it drowns out the ache. You’re hungry, but the burn isn’t quite so vicious. Your teeth hurt, but you find the sting has been soothed.

“Resist it for a bit—”

You’re not sure who moves you, but soon you’re splayed out again with your back to the floor, Issei is pinning your wrists down by your face, and both men are looming over you. Hiro looks up at Issei, tucking a tendril of his dark hair behind his ear dotingly. He smiles as he looks back down to you, his touch still lingering on the shell of Issei’s ear.

“—For us?”

Seconds tick by that you can’t keep track of.

But it’s getting easier.

And you have plenty of time to figure it out.

You shut your eyes, nodding slightly as you swallow over the burn in your throat, and you let your mind go blank.

#matsukawa issei x reader #mattsun x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #makki x reader #hanamaki x reader #matsuhana #hq writing #hq fic #writing

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ssmtskw · 5 months

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20 Questions Game for Fic Writers!

Tagged by @blairwaldcrf (I haven't done this yet to tag you so I'll take it as you tagging me.)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

It's only 14 right now but including the 4 I've orphaned so far, 18!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

It says 60,364! (not including the orphaned works)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Haikyuu, BNHA, RWRB, and Shameless!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

some part of me came alive | rwrb | 10,979 words

Smoke Slow | rwrb | 2,026 words

On the Off Chance | shameless | 5,780 words

Terrible Things | rwrb | 4,038 words

dreamy little you | rwrb | 1,666 words

5. Do you respond to comments?

I dooo I always dooo.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The one I repurposed for FP because that plot went down the worst way.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

To date it's probably some part of me came alive or Love Songs in the Key of Liam. (I'm realizing yet again that most of the shit I write have no comfort.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No one's directly spoken about it to me yet so no.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I don't know what kind I write LMFAO. Mostly fade to black beginnings of a hook up but full on smut I've not exactly tried yet.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Haven't yet but I've been wanting to!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes but it's a very old oneshot someone requested me to translate in Tagalog.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Yes.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I had an elaborate outline and draft for a Matsuhana college AU once but... creative juices no worky.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Inner monologue probably.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue ALWAYS.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

This depends. Is the entire fic in a other language? Yes, bet. Is it not? Still interesting I would eat it up. (forever just happy to be here)

19. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Please don't perceive me.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Bloom. I'm plugging it because it's the first Matsuhana retrospective no comfort piece I wrote (that comforted me as I wrote it tbh), it's basically my firstborn on ao3 as well. I feel about it deeply simply because I also wrote this at a very memorable time in my life. I channeled a lot of shit into that thing, hence my unlimited overprotectiveness and fondness for it.

Tagging you guys if you haven't done it yet! @littlemisskittentoes @kiwiana-writes @later-2-dae @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @inexplicablymine @movetoheavens @rockyroadkylers @user-anakin @affectionatelyrs @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @heartitinthesilence @14carrotghoul @44whispers @arand0mdutchgirl

#tag game #20 Questions #ao3 #fanfic #rwrb #shameless #haikyuu #bnha

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astrowaffles · 11 months

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Answer all of them :]

JAMMIE I'M IN LOVE W YOU HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED TO ANSWER THEM ALL

anyways

Do you listen to music when you write?

no. my little animal brain must have complete silence in order to function. i'm very easily overstimulated and even if i have it on and manage to ignore it, the moment i leave the Writing Zone for even a second, i'm extremely irritated and frustrated. DOWN WITH BACKGROUND MUSIC

Do you have a trusted beta?

NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN!! honestly i'm too egoistic to have a beta, i tend to just assume i got it right the first time anyway. most of my fics are unbeta'd, although a few were done by hayla (@cauxtion)

First person or third person?

Third person. Personally I hate reading fics in first person so I don't write them either, but it has been known to happen.

Past tense or present tense?

Usually if I want something to have an emotional tone, I'll use present tense, whereas cracky or otherwise shallower fics are past tense.

How long do your fics tend to be? Multi-chapter or one-shots?

Short! Mostly one-shots, mostly about 1.5k or thereabouts. Plot is not my strong point.

Rarepairs? Yea or nay?

I don't tend to write them and usually don't actively ship them, but i'm not against them or anything. i just prefer the ships that make sense to *me*.

In character or out of character?

I try SO HARD to make everything in character, but the problem is, I write UA's (universe alterations) so the characters are in situations they have never canonically been in. it's a lot of guesswork, and i'm sure it turns out ooc regularly!

Favourite trope?

Well, obviously, i'm a SUCKER for a good old single father figure ... reluctant father figure ... doting father figure ... found family, y'all. found family.

Do you like reading/writing Omegaverse?

Have read it, will probably read it in the future. Would 100% never write it. Not my thing, really, but lots of love to the people who do!

OTP(s)?

It's endless, dear god. Just in haikyuu, there's iwaoi, ushiten, kghn, daisuga, skts, kyouhaba, matsuhana, kuroken, bokuaka ....... there is literally no end

NOTP?

y'all are gonna hate me for this, i can feel it, but I have two: ushioi, and kiyoyachi. detest them, tbh

Fluff or smut?

Fluff!!!! i literally do not give a flying flamingo whether the characters fucked or not, tell me what they did on their date to the amusement park fr

Does angst get you excited?

I literally hate it so much throw it away bury it put it in a nuclear reactor i hate it so much. i will only read it for the Greater Good of a fic i'm very invested in

How do you come up with fic ideas?

Usually i'll sit there and think, i want to write a fic. what shall i write it about? and then i get an idea and then i write it. simples.

Are you a planner?

Nope. there's a reason my fics usually peter out at about 2k words, and it's because i've run out of ideas since i didn't plan anything :D

Do you title your chapters?

Not usually, but it depends on the context. sometimes i'm trying to copy the style of a book (like percy jackson) or the chapters are essentially standalone stories, in which case there'd be titles.

Overused words or phrases that just make your eye twitch?

i don't have any! the only thing that annoys me is when native english speakers try to use common english-speaker phrases but get them wrong. how do you even manage that??

What's something you struggle with as a writer?

character/story depth. my writing it just ' they bantered and then they went home'. WHERE ARE THE FEELINGS??

Any writing advice?

Write what you want to write! there's no point forcing yourself to continue things or start things that you're not interested in. you're here to have fun, so let yourself have fun and don't feel obligation to do anything. and if you end up not writing for months on end, so what? you have to do what works for you.

thanks for the ask!

#astro speaks wonders #hq #JAMMIE 👹

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 1 year

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i want your midnights

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by dandelionclouds

Being knocked down by a wave at five feels a lot like stumbling backwards at twenty-five. Hajime’s met by a force of nature that can’t be stopped—one he doesn’t want to stop, not after so many years of missing its embrace. He feels Oikawa’s arms wrap around his neck; a familiar “Hi, Iwa-chan” tickles his ear. Even now, Hajime’s unable to shake the nickname. He doesn’t mind it, though. It’s the first he’s heard it clearly since that day at the airport—when Oikawa had whispered a final “Bye, Iwa-chan” before disappearing amongst the throng of people like him. People whose lives were taking them elsewhere, taking them away.

Hearing the nickname in-person, and not from a shitty phone speaker across kilometers of ocean, reminds Hajime of where he is and who he’s with. He’d been foolish to worry, he knows now; distance hasn’t changed who they are. Hajime’s home, and Oikawa’s here with him.

He holds on a little tighter.

December 2019: unexpectedly and unbeknownst to Iwaizumi, Oikawa comes home after six and a half years away.

Words: 11796, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Time Skip, Pro Volleyball Player Oikawa Tooru, Athletic Trainer Iwaizumi Hajime, Reunions, Mutual Pining, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Getting Together, Happy Ending, First Kiss, Mild Sexual Content, Blow Jobs, alcohol consumption, New Year's Eve, Love Confessions, I gave Iwa 2 moms in this just because, POV Iwaizumi Hajime, the one where matsuhana get progressively drunker and iwaizumi yearns over his best friend, and oikawa yearns back, Relationship Study, Karaoke, Friends to Lovers

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fEVr7SB

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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redrocketpanda · 2 months

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🖍 and 🤔 for the WiP asks!!

oooo thank

🖍 Post Any sentence from your wip

*cracks knuckles* time to break out the wip documents is it?

Fire on the Horizon (krbk): The memory of their youthful commitments crackle faintly through the air, almost lost to the slow decay of time. Ghostly apparitions that would lie forever just out of reach.

What I Was Made For: (skts) "You're really not as funny as you think you are, Miya, but I suspect that deep down you're scared that if you stop being all the things you think you are, your friends won't love you anymore. But that's not true, at all."

Inumaki/Itadori/Sukuna WiP: Gone is the light, playful energy of Itadori. This feels more… oppressive. Sukuna looks at him like a predator watches its prey, a sly, lazy smirk across his face, and Toge feels paralyzed beneath him

🤔 What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Aaaa this one is hard to answer bc I have so many little brain gremlins that I'd love to write but haven't had time/already have too many WIPs

I think the ones that are just rough ideas that I'm most excited about and would love to write are:

HQ dirty dancing AU - this one is the loosest ever concept which started as: Bokuto and Kuroo work as dancers at the resort, Kenma and Akaashi are on vacation there with their parents. Romance and dancing happens. Also has very sexy, angsty IwaOi

HQ prom long one-shot in which Bokuto desperately wants to ask Akaashi to the Fukurodani prom but is too anxious about potential ramifications for Akaashi, so Kuroo sets up an emergency Captains committee to make Prom Gay. Features Bokuto's sister bullying Kuroo, and MatsuHana in drag

HQ BokuAka Greek Mythology AU - this is the one I'm probably most excited to write but is a big project that I would want to do a lot of research for

Other loose ideas I'm excited to play with at some point: BKAK Soulmates AU based on Past Lives by Børns, and the BoKuroo sexy smut one shot that my soul screams for

(can you tell that I've been hoarding my ideas about BokuAka and desperately want to write them)

#weeeeeeee that was so fun to think about writing againnnnn #also looking back at my wips reminded me that I have SO MUCH for some of them???#like...#4500 words for the inumaki/itadori/sukuna fic #3000 for fire on the horizon #2000 for what i was made for #3000 for that kunichi fic #if I could just get my head together and actually finish them????#wip ask game

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shanscript · 3 years

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who: matsukawa x hanamaki x v!reader

what: adult characters, camping in the woods, fingering, thinking of someone else, getting caught turns threesome, bisexual icon: dominant mattsun, size difference, reader called a good girl, protected sex, bro...

wc: 2700

cross posted to the ao3

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for my wonderful & sweet giveaway winner: @antique-remains 💖 aghhh, thank you so so much for always supporting my writing. this was so incredibly fun to write (if not a lil self indulgent yanno?) i adore you so hard & i hope i captured the moment you wanted!!

The soft rustling of nylon complimented stifled giggles as you crawled backwards across your sleeping bag. Feigned exhaustion from the long day of swimming and hiking presented itself as the perfect excuse to sneak back to your tent with Mattsukawa. The afterglow of the setting sun had already faded to a bleak grey, barely illuminating the intimate interior of the tent. Cicadas chattered without pause in the surrounding trees. The nearby stream sang a steady, bubbling tune. With the descent of dusk came a gentle chill, just to remind you what little summer was left.

But warmth wrapped around you in the form of corded muscle, and skin still sticky with sweat and sunscreen. Mattsun leaned over you closely, his thick thigh finding a home between yours. The simple sensation of his athletic shorts sliding across your bare skin made you shiver. You rolled your hips just enough to show appreciation for the pressure, and tensed your thighs around his. His sturdy arms caged you in, one elbow braced beside your face as the other hand trailed down to your hip. Curious fingers toyed with the hem of your tank top, making your lips part with a lusty sigh.

Mattsun pressed the full weight of his hips into yours, and ducked his head down into the crook of your neck. Your chin tipped up to welcome him closer, a soft whimper thrumming in your chest. The creeping cold that clung to the air outside your tent didn’t stand a chance against the burning heat between your bodies. Each move of his fingers, hips, and tongue only made you want him more.

The little moans he breathed into your ear reached an octave so deep you felt it in your pussy. His hot tongue dragged down and up your neck, tracing broad circles in between open-mouth kisses. You hooked a knee around his hip and brought your hands up to his hair. Scratching his scalp released the intoxicating aroma of the campfire, and reminded you of all the subtle touches you both shared while sitting around it earlier.

But it also made you remember something else.

Makki… Your heart thumped a little harder. Mattsun wasn’t the only one with eyes for you tonight. A vivid memory played behind your eyelids: Hanamaki watching you keenly from across the flickering flames. The way he smirked when you made eye contact, how he nodded ever so slightly with sinful intent. Even though you were wrapped up in Mattsun’s heavy arm, Makki managed to make you feel so… exposed. Thinking about another man- his best friend nonetheless- while hopelessly whining under Mattsun’s touch made you feel a little dirty.

But it also made you really wet.

You were really losing yourself to the moment now. You moaned a little louder, and rocked your hips roughly against him. You felt Mattsun bite down on your shoulder with a stuttering gasp. You had no idea how hard you made it to contain himself. But you could feel it... throbbing against your thigh. Mattsun’s broad hand trembled as he gripped your hip. His touch dragged down and around your ass, rough fingers sliding under your shorts. He squeezed your softness as his clothed hardness rutted against your thigh. Your head fell back as his long fingers found their way to the damp crotch of your underwear. Your ready walls pulsed as he ran the back of his knuckles along your concealed slit.

Mattsun hummed as his lips wrapped around your throat. “Been daydreamin’ all damn day,” he grunted quietly, “about this.” He punctuated his sentence with a possessive grip over your pussy. He soiled your undies further with a few circles palmed into the fabric. Your cheeks radiated a rosey heat as your breathing fell short.

“You…” you sighed, “You want it?”

“Mmmmm,” Mattsun loved hearing you, “yeah.” His cheek brushed over yours as he brought his teeth to your ear. Unkempt, scruffy facial hair made his sharp jawline that much more dangerous.

You scratched his roots again, and arched your back into him. “Then take it.”

He bellowed a growl, carried on a deep exhale. His teeth tightened around your earlobe as his hot breath fanned your skin. He yanked your panties aside before plunging two, long fingers inside you. Your eyes fluttered shut once more as your heel bumped against his lower back. Mattsun kissed, sucked, and bit your jaw, chin, and lips, all while burying his knuckles between your plush walls. Your eyes darted around beneath your eyelids as he searched roughly for your g-spot.

Once you were breathless, barely able to make a sound, he really got to work. He stretched your swollen walls just like he did your shorts and panties. His fingers prodded your tingling nerves with a swift passion. Every crash of Mattsun’s knuckles into your labia sent a pulse of heat down your thighs and up your spine. Your whole body rocked slightly as he played your pussy like a divine instrument. He chased each and every one of your desperate sounds with increasing vigor.

But it wouldn’t be hooking up with Mattsun unless he had you on top. Keeping his now three fingers deep inside you, his body began to shift. He hooked his free arm under the sweet arch of your back. You held on tight with both arms wrapped around his neck as he rolled you both over. He never allowed you to catch a full breath. His lips locked onto yours with a gasping moan as his tongue savored your spit.

The crotch of your bottoms was a soaked mess, barely resisting the push and pull of his wrist. The way you straddled Mattsun’s hips left you spread wide open, all for him. Your head drooped, damp forehead pressed into his shoulder. You felt his fingers find your g-spot again, only to exploit it without mercy. Even as you shivered, your skin glowed with an unquenchable warmth. Mattsun’s hand gripped your hip tightly as he started pulling you down over his fingers. You exhaled in broken moans, all self-awareness dissolving from your mind.

“Shh shh shhhhh,” Mattsun cooed smugly, as if your debauched demeanor was anything but his fault. He couldn’t help but grin drunkenly into your tousled hair.

Your puffy walls strained around his fingers as they fucked you faster. His bruising grip on your hip only made you clench harder. Your hips moved all on their own, blissfully taking his lead. A familiar and steady pressure coiled deep in your core. Mattsun was bringing you closer unimaginably fast, in a way you could never resist. And your body was making him lose control just as fast. You stifled your cries with your lips on his throat as his hips rose to meet yours on every thrust of his hand. His cock pitched a firm tent in his shorts, the head of it prodded against the crease of your thigh. Your gooey honey dripped down his hand to stain the fabric separating you from your unspoken reward.

“Issseeii,” you whimpered, “I’mmm gonna--”

Brrrrrrrrp!

“Hey y’all wanna come smoke or...?” a voice was already asking.

The zipper of your tent’s flap shot open faster than your eyes could. Your mouth went dry, and your pussy was sure to follow. Your body froze, and your heart leaped up your throat. All you could do was stare blankly at Mattsun’s shocked expression. He raised the hand that wasn’t still buried in your folds to block the unwanted flashlight beam that was now shining over your disheveled forms.

“Bro!” Mattsun spat.

“Buh,” Makki’s voice cracked, “Bro…”

The silence now was deafening. You hid your face in Mattsun’s neck. This couldn’t be happening. A burning blush spread up your neck, around your ears, and across your cheeks. You felt like you died of embarrassment over and over, every second Makki saw you like this. Yet somehow all you could focus on were the three fingers still gently massaging your insides.

“Kinda in the middle of something,” Mattsun quipped sharply.

“Uh yeah…” Makki muttered. He sounded hypnotized. That painful silence settled back in for a few more seconds.

“Either come in or get out,” Mattsun’s voice cut back in, “Just shut the damn door.”

“What?!” you finally joined the discussion.

“You serious…?” Makki marveled.

“What, you think I don’t know?” Mattsun asked you softly with a chuckle. “Do I look like I’m joking?” he called back to Makki over your shoulder, spanking you roughly for emphasis.

“Well fuck,” Makki mumbled. He finally clicked off his flashlight, carelessly discarding it somewhere in the grass. Without a lick of shame or hesitation, he ducked down to climb through the tent’s opening, already fumbling with the pull string of his sweatpants. You couldn’t deny that you haven’t dreamt of this. But you trembled nervously nonetheless. You craned your neck around to peek at Makki disrobing. The dim light of dusk outlined his hunched figure. You watched him shrug his shoulders repeatedly while running one hand through his hair.

Is he psyching himself up? Your stiff expression cracked into a subtle smile. Something about his simple charm was starting to ease your body’s tension.

Mattsun tilted your face back towards him with a firm, gentle grip on your jaw. You were reminded just how big his hands were, not to mention his fingers still idly playing with your pussy. You exhaled a long, shaky sigh.

“Good girl,” he whispered. He pulled you close for a tender kiss. One that told you just how much you deserved to be taken care of. He tasted faintly of fire-roasted confectionery. Your walls twitched around his fingers.

“C-can I… uhm…” ‘Makki managed to squeak out. He was already fully naked, one fist squeezing the base of his freed cock.

“Here put this on,” Mattsun spoke evenly. He fished a little square foil out of his pillowcase before tossing it in Makki’s direction. “And don’t forget who let you have her.”

“Yeah, sure,” Makki answered flatly, with just a hint of sarcasm, as he obediently rolled the condom down his eager length.

“Focus on me, okay?” Mattsun’s voice deepened when addressing you. The growing darkness descending upon your tent only made you that much more aware of the subtleties. His chest rumbled under you as he spoke again. “Don’t worry about him. Don’t even think about him.”

“Mm..mhmm,” you hummed, tipping your head in a slight nod.

With that his fingers began to move again, while yours found purchase in his tangled hair. You warmed back up to his touch so easily, stuttering a sigh. Your fingernails scratched softly against his scalp as his curled gently inside your heat. Your awareness dissolved fast, enough for you to disregard Makki’s knees inching closer to you on the sleeping bag. Mattsun’s fingers brought you back to where you left off.

Before Makki could even think about fucking you though, Mattsun had to put him in his place. His fingers pumped into you a little faster as his free hand slid down his stomach. With a simple push against his waistband, Mattsun freed his fat cock. You felt his hot flesh slap against your ass. It slid easily between your cheeks. The very feeling of his sheer size had your pussy drooling. But he didn’t do this for you.

“Damn dude,” Makki’s voice sounded hollow.

Mattsun chuckled, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. He swirled his fingers languidly, stirring up your sweet juices just a bit longer. A little fuzzy around the edges, you focused as best you could on the way he stretched you out. Your body melted into him as he finger fucked your inhibitions away.

Mattsun deemed you ready for something more, and withdrew his filthy fingers. Before Makki could take what he only assumed was his queue, Mattsun guided the thick head of dick into your messy hole. The arch in your back deepened as you welcomed the surprise. Mattsun only gave you an inch, just enough to wet the tip, and then he was shoving it up into your clit. You choked out a moan as his hot head stroked and stimulated your buzzing nerves.

“Think she’s ready for ya,” Mattsun purred. He cradled your jaw in his palm, paying slow and teasing attention to your swollen lips. His hard length throbbed against your clit as Makki sidled up behind you.

You heard Makki draw a steadying breath. Your shoulders and walls tightened with anticipation. Disbelief that this was actually happening faintly tickled the back of your brain. Mattsun kept his lips locked on yours as you felt something hot and heavy prod your entrance.

“Atta girl,” Mattsun whispered into your moaning mouth, “You can take it.”

Makki gasped as he pushed inside. Every inch he claimed of your pussy drained more control from his body. What started as a slow progression quickly ended with him slamming his groin into your ass with a satisfying slap. You cried out with a clipped whine, cut off by Mattsun drinking down the remains. You felt Makki’s fingers slide into the creases of your thighs, holding you steady as he grinded into you a little deeper.

“Fuck,” Makki praised. He’s been dying to fuck you for so long, and you were well worth the wait. Your walls squeezed him tight with a quivering pulse. He didn’t need any other sign to start moving. The sleeping bag bunched around his knees as he started snapping his hips against you. Makki was long, slender, and reached a spot deep inside you that Mattsun’s girth couldn’t. You tried to imagine how pretty it looked, sliding in and out of your sloppy sweet entrance. Mattsun groaned his approval, still planting sultry kisses all across your lips and jaw.

All this excitement and pressure made you so receptive. You were pressed between the two men of your dreams, getting your ass clapped and pussy pampered. Not to mention all of the short, dirty praises Mattsun slipped you while you rocked against him. You were light-headed and panting, taking every inch of Makki like your pussy was made for him. After a shaky start, he found his groove. His eyes trained on the source of every filthy, wet sound produced by his pounding. He thrusted in fast, hard bursts, just to see how loud you could get.

“Wanna kiss her?” Mattsun interrupted, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“Wh.. y-yeah,” Makki gasped out. He sounded more surprised now than when he was invited in to fuck you. His rhythm mellowed out as he leaned over you. You narrowed your eyes at Mattsun and puffed out some labored whimpers. What’s he up to?

Suddenly Makki was so close you could feel the heat of his breath. Your puffy walls clenched as you were reduced to simply warming his cock. Your eyes darted between the vague outlines of both their faces.

“Too bad,” Mattsun smirked in the darkness. He leaned up to crash his lips against Makki’s. The latter made the cutest little muffled yelp… but didn’t pull back. You could hear them testing the waters, slipping a bit of tongue into each other’s mouths before getting lost in the moment. You felt Makki’s cock twitch inside you. For once you didn’t mind being ignored like this. You watched and listened patiently, adding a few enthusiastic moans to theirs.

Makki didn’t stop kissing Mattsun when he finally picked up fucking you again. Your lips and teeth found Mattsun’s neck as Makki drove you close to the edge. Their rough and determined gasps for breath, the sultry smacking of lips, the hungry growls, and Makki’s full length slamming into your abused walls… all swirled into a torrent of pleasure that came to a head deep inside your core.

You cried out in finality before biting down hard on Mattsun’s shoulder. Your pussy fluttered and clenched, milking Makki dry as he stuffed the latex full of his seed. Mattsun let him gasp for breath, all while licking slowly across his sweaty jaw. Mattsun was more than pleased, but nowhere near finished.

“Beat it… ya had your fill,” Mattsun grumbled in a husky slur, “‘Bout time I get mine.”

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Hide and Seek

— featuring Matsukawa Issei and Hanamaki Takahiro

Summary: Hanamaki didn’t expect to walk into the middle of a murder, watching his best friend bash in some poor guy’s face. He also didn’t expect to be running from him murderous best friend, adrenaline in his veins as he hopes he’s not next.

Warnings: cnc [consensual non-consent], roleplay, murder, minor character death, chasing, predator/prey dynamic, noncon, broken wrist [by hammer], sprained ankle, sadomasochism, public sex/outdoor sex, possessiveness, crying

Matsukawa’s house was well on the outskirts, away from most people and surrounded by elderly neighbors. He didn’t mind it, always saying he likes the peace and quiet compared to how noisy the city life was and living at home. With him away from the city, it also meant Hanamaki had to get a ride to visit his best friend, while walking part of the way to make it there. It’s getting pretty late at night, so it makes sense that lots of people have their lights off. All except one, the one with lights on inside that was home to an insomniac named Matsukawa.

Well, that’s why Hanamaki was there. Matsukawa slept better when he was there, usually sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor or even on the couch, sometimes in the bed beside him. Despite the feelings he harbored for the guy, Hanamaki was able to push those aside whenever he needed to, something he’d always been able to congratulate himself for.

Knocking on the door, he waits for an answer. Getting none, he checks the door, seeing it’s unlocked. Matsukawa knew he’d be on his way and kept it unlocked, so he didn’t find this strange. Plus, it’s not unusual for Matsukawa to take midnight showers when he can’t sleep, so there really was no worry or concern, even if Hanamaki thought it was irresponsible. He does lock the door, since he’s here now.

Inside, the house was practically dead. No running of water from the kitchen, no TV turned to some drama, nothing. It wasn’t until he actually listened did he hear some.. thudding coming from the bathroom. Deeper inside the house lies Matsukawa’s bedroom, of which has an attached bathroom. Creeping silently, worry seeping into his veins, Hanamaki comes into the room and sees the bathroom light on, a shadowy figure moving in the light. Moving closer, looking inside, Hanamaki can only look in confusion as he sees plastic covering almost every crevice, plastic wrapping that has some dark red liquid splattered across it.

Moving his eyes further in, he sees Matsukawa standing over a limp body, face bashed in. It’s all Hanamaki can do to not scream in fear, legs feeling weak as Matsukawa lays a bloodied sledgehammer on the covered floor. Beside it lies other tools, some simple working tools while others are found in household kitchens. He watches as Matsukawa snaps off some gloves, running a clean hand through his hair while he looks down at his handiwork.

Whether it’s the horror of seeing a dead body in his friend’s bathroom or the fear of his friend sinking in, Hanamaki can only slowly creep away from the bathroom, knocking into a plastic bottle left behind. “Shit,” he whispers, backing away further when Matsukawa leaves the bathroom. He’s covered in blood, eyes wide when he sees Hanamaki there. No words are exchanged before Hanamaki bolts, adrenaline in his veins while he practically stumbles through the house.

Locking the door was a mistake, he realizes, when he has to struggle with unlocked the small knob while Matsukawa starts moving in, with a clean pair of shoes. With it finally unlocked, Hanamaki runs out the door and slams it behind him, jumping off the porch to run towards the houses. It’s revealed to be a mistake when he sees Matsukawa leaving the house, a small hammer in his grip as he stalks towards Hanamaki. Running up to the nearest house, Hanamaki screams for help, banging on the side of the house. When nothing happens, he panics, looking to see Matsukawa getting closer. Deciding on a new course of action, he hides in the shadows when Matsukawa catches up to him. He’s tall and athletic, able to easily catch up. He slinks around the house, following the path he thinks Hanamaki takes, only to then watch as Hanamaki runs towards the woods nearby.

The woods are dense and most people, especially any children, are advised to stay away because it’s easy to get lost in. The warnings leave Hanamaki’s brain as he runs into them, forcing himself to not check to see how close Matsukawa is. It’s dark and hard to run in, but he manages to do so, feeling his heart thump in his throat as he jumps over a fallen log. That proves to backfire when his foot lands in a hole, sending him to the ground in pain. Gritting his teeth, he holds his ankle as he keeps his body hidden in the darkness, crouched so hopefully Matsukawa can’t see him.

It’s a long shot, but it’s doable, and Hanamaki thinks he’s succeeded when he hears running footsteps come closer and then fade. It feels like a relief that’s short lived when he moves his leg, a small scream as pain shoots through his leg. There’s no way he can make it back to the houses without limping, slowly him down. A heavy sigh escapes him as he feels a tear go down his cheek, mind reeling from the adrenaline high and what he had to witness. No use in sitting around, he manages to get up from his sitting position, only to then fall back down and crouch when footsteps approach.

“Hiro, where are you?” Matsukawa calls out. Hanamaki can see the hammer glinting in the moonlight, feeling bile rise in his throat as he thinks it’s his own murder tool. “Come on out, I know you’re here,” he continues to call, but his voice is low. “I know what you saw was scary, but I promise I won’t hurt you, I just need to explain myself,”

Explain? An explanation won’t fix anything and it won’t revive the dead. Hanamaki covers his mouth to keep from making too much noise, eyes screwed shut as he feels his hand dampen from his tears. Hearing nothing more, movement nor talking, he opens his eyes to glance around. Seeing nothing, he manages to weakly get up, using the log, but when he turns to look behind him, he sees Matsukawa standing there.

Fear shoots through him, trying to run, only to fail and he falls to the ground. Matsukawa is quit to straddle him, keeping him on the ground while he struggles. Pushing against Matsukawa, screaming, trying to knee him off, looking away from his friend, he does everything until he gets tired and the adrenaline wears off. “Takahiro, it’s me! Calm down,” he tries to shush him, covering his screams and pin his arms. When Hanamaki brings up his left hand, slapping Matsukawa across the face, is when he snaps. “Stop being so troublesome!”

Hanamaki stops screaming, briefly, watching as the hammer rises above Matsukawa’s head. Then he’s back to screaming, in pain when he feels his wrist crack, looking to see the hammer against the bone. “You’ll be fine, stop it!”

“Get off! Get off! I don’t want anything to do with you!”

“You don’t mean that! Let me explain!” He begs, forcing Hanamaki to look at him. “Please!” With nowhere to go, he doesn’t really have a choice. Matsukawa sees his struggling simmer down, but his tears increase. With him quiet, he begins to talk. “It was an old bully of yours, no one important. He,” Matsukawa heaves a sigh, shutting his eyes and his hangs low, “wasn’t the only one. I’ve done this to a few of them—”

“A few? A few? Issei, this isn’t you! This isn’t my best friend that I know and lo-” stopping, Hanamaki forces himself to think about the situation.

“It’s me, really. Just a darker side of me, Hiro! I only do this because I’m in love with you! Their lives were meaningless, their deaths were coming sooner or later,” he reasons, but Hanamaki just shakes his head. “Please, I did it for you, Hiro, don’t turn from me,”

“It isn’t- I don’t-!” Hanamaki struggles to say any words, blinking away tears that stain his cheeks. “I don’t want anything to do with you if this is what you do,”

“What?”

“I loved the kind and dorky guy I met in high school, not the murderer you’ve turned into, Issei. This isn’t like you, at least to me,” he gives Matsukawa a look of disgust when he says it. His tone, his words, they make something in Matsukawa snap. With his wrist broken and ankle sprained, he’s useless in trying to get Matsukawa off once more.

“This is me, it’s just a shock to you, is all, you’ll be fine,” he mumbles to Hanamaki, but also to himself. Hanamaki can only squirm and look on in horror as Matsukawa’s hands move down to his pants, fumbling with the zipper and button to discard them. “I wanted this to be special, you know? Our first time,”

“No-!” Hanamaki, now knowing what his plan is, panics and tries to move away. Matsukawa is quick to stop that, pulling off his pants and boxers once they’re undone. Putting pressure on his ankle, Matsukawa forces him to stop moving as his body locks up in pain, a scream of pain as he does.

“This won’t be a problem if you would hold still, you know,” Matsukawa practically sneers, pushing Hanamaki’s legs up and to the side, forcing him to turn. “You should be happy I’m not snapping your legs in two,”

“You’re a monster,” he spits, sending a glare that’s easily shed off. Matsukawa only grins, leaning closer that forces Hanamaki’s legs to bend even more.

“That’s not the whole truth, is it? You think I’m a monster, but you’re enjoying it,” he doesn’t need to clarify the last bit, rubbing his crotch against Hanamaki. It’s enough stimulation to have Hanamaki shutting his eyes as he shivers, holding back a moan. He doesn’t even wanna look down, but a bit more shifting lets him know his cock is hard and laying against his abdomen.

Matsukawa says nothing more as he strips himself down. It’s only when a dry finger enters Hanamaki does the silence break. “Wait, you’re just going to put it in?”

“You seem to enjoy the pain, so why not?” A dark chuckle then follows, before he talks again. “I’ll use some spit if that’ll make you feel better,”

“Spit?” He whispers, feeling some warm liquid on his ass before it’s pushed into his hole. It’s a gross feeling, two fingers curling and rubbing his walls while his cock twitches in want, while his mind is still reeling from the events. Matsukawa doesn’t let him stay in his thoughts for long, removing his fingers and pushing something bigger against his rim.

It’s really the only warning he gets, feeling Matsukawa spit some more saliva on his cock before pushing it into Hanamaki, who’s currently digging his undamaged hand into the ground, keeping his broken wrist close to his chest. Bearing through the pain, Hanamaki manages to force himself to think about something else, something less painful and horrible than feeling Matsukawa’s cock practically throbbing inside of him. The stretch burns, an ache he knows he’ll be feeling tomorrow, if there is one for him.

At this point he’d rather the hammer struck him dead.

Keeping his legs lifted up, Matsukawa manages to thrust into Hanamaki and earn himself a moan in response. “Despite the pain, you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” Matsukawa chuckles, grabbing Hanamaki’s damaged wrist from his chest. He’s not quick enough to move it away, only able to scream in pain when Matsukawa grips it tight and uses it to thrust up into him again.

Unable to touch Hanamaki’s cock without dropping his legs, Matsukawa decides to just grind his cock into him as Hanamaki struggles to process everything. His head hurts and so do his ankle and wrist, only furthered by Matsukawa’s iron grip. Tears continue to flow out of him, sobs wracking his body with each soft thrust Matsukawa gives him, cock rubbing in all the right places. It’s almost sickening, feeling him so deep inside and pleasuring in all the right ways, but not in the right circumstance.

Each drag of Matsukawa’s cock against his walls has Hanamaki seeing stars, cock desperate for attention as precum beads from the tip, sliding onto Hanamaki’s torso. Despite feeling gross, each grunt of force as Matsukawa fucks into him has him aching for release. Bringing his hand from the ground, he manages to wipe any excess dirt off his hand and wrap them around himself, squeezing the tip as he moans at the feeling. Matsukawa doesn’t say anything, just grinning as he puts more effort into fucking Hanamaki, gripping his wrist harder as Hanamaki’s hand tightens around his cock.

Slamming his hips into Hanamaki, his hips stutter before he lets out a moan, throwing his head back. Hanamaki can only squeeze his cock, biting on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, feeling Matsukawa’s cum fill him up to the brim. Thinking he’ll pull out, he gasps when he feels him start back up. The cum acts as a lubricant, making the thrusting easier as his cock glides into Hanamaki. Each pump and squeeze of his own hand on his cock brings him closer to an orgasm, but he needs an extra push.

Dropping Hanamaki’s wrist, Matsukawa uses both of his hands to adjust positions, pushing Hanamaki’s legs all the way up to his chest while his cock is stuck between his thighs. Without the proper stimulation, he whines as his hand finds the grass underneath him again, squirming. The slapping of Matsukawa’s hips against him also presses against his balls, plus the rubbing against his prostate from Matsukawa’s cock has him seeing stars. With an arch of his back and a strangled moan, his cock is twitching and shooting a thick load right into his face, coating it and his shirt. Only a few more thrusts until Matsukawa’s releasing again, a curse accompanying his moan as he does. When he’s spent, he pulls out to watch the cum ooze from Hanamaki’s hole.

A beat of silence passes before Hanamaki feels a baby wipe on his ass, cleaning up any mess. He laughs, making Matsukawa scoff. “Baby wipes? I kind of expected something else,”

“It was the better option, Hiro. Would you prefer a dry, scratchy washcloth against your sore, red ass?” That gets Hanamaki to shut up, making Matsukawa laugh in turn. “Thought so. Just let me clean you up,”

Once he’s finished doing exactly that, he also helps Hanamaki pull up his pants, keeping him away from the puddle of semen on the forest floor. With a sprained ankle, Hanamaki can’t walk, so he offers to hold the hammer while Matsukawa carries him. Even without the sprained ankle, he thinks the numbing of his legs would prevent it.

“So? Was it to your liking?” Matsukawa breaks the silence, walking out of the woods. The street is just as dead as it was when they left.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to actually go in me dry, though,” he mentions, resting his head against Matsukawa’s chest. “Guess we should add that to our checklist next time,”

“I don’t know if we’ll be able to find another time all our neighbors are gone. Well, almost all,” Matsukawa then nods his head in the direction of one house, the light from a bedroom still on. Hanamaki winces, hoping they didn’t hear everything. “A deaf woman lives in there, I’m sure we’re fine,”

“Hopefully. We can explain the situation for almost everything but don’t need any suspicions against what you do in the night,”

“Speaking of which, I still have to finish getting rid of that guy. Thankfully, I locked the door,” he then manages to set Hanamaki on the railing of their porch, taking out a set of keys. “And I brought the keys,”

“Well if you didn’t, I’m not crawling into the basement to unlock the door from the inside,” he huffs, rolling his eyes as he smiles. Matsukawa smiles right back, picking him back up and taking him into the kitchen. They’ll deal with the dead body together, but first Hanamaki has to get his wrist and ankle checked out.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #matsuhana smut #tw.cnc #tw.noncon #tw.murder #Mr. Issei #Mr. Takahiro #tw.predator/prey #tw.pain #tw.masochism #tw.possessiveness #tw.sadism #tw.broken bones #tw.sprained ankle #tw.outdoor sex

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geronimowrites · 2 years

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Amelioration

Part 1

Male! Reader x Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Oikawa (Established poly relationship)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Heavy dom/sub dynamics, submissive male! reader, crybaby! Reader, brat tamer! Iwaizumi, hard dom! Oikawa, mean dom! Hanamaki, mean dom! Matsukawa, BDSM, spanking, use of sex toys, dacryphilia, hair pulling, drooling, spitting, dumbification

You weren’t supposed to go to the library today. You’d been overworking yourself lately, driven by a frenzy of anxiety that forced you to strive for nothing but perfection. Iwaizumi had finally put his foot down after you’d stayed awake for two and a half days, forbidding you from further throwing yourself into your studies at the expense of your health. He’d put Matsukawa, Hanamaki, and Oikawa on watch too, all of them keeping a close eye on you and making sure that you were resting and not studying. You’d been banned from going to the library for the next week.

At first, it seemed reasonable. You were so burned out that you slept like a baby for thirteen hours straight. But after a few days passed, your stagnant progress began to wear on you. A horrible, chiding itchiness scratched at the back of your brain, warning you of all the work piling up while you did nothing to put a dent in it. You needed to do something or else you were going to fall behind. Just a small assignment. Just one.

Thinking back, sneaking out of your shared apartment was a stupid idea, but your irrational fears won out over the logic you prided yourself on having. You had only wanted to go to the library for thirty minutes to recheck some of your sources while the four of them were sleeping, but thirty minutes turned into an hour, an hour into two, and then two into four. Now, staring at the buzzing light above your apartment door that was definitely turned off when you left, you’re regretting your decision.

A sick pit of dread sinks in your stomach as you fumble with your keys, breath puffing out in front of you in clouds, hands shaking and struggling to find the right one. You’re not sure if the trembling is from knowing you’ve been caught, the cold, or if it’s the remnants of all the caffeine in your system; yet another thing Iwaizumi had forbidden you from having.

You’re about to slot the key in the lock when the door is pulled open quickly. You freeze, arm still extended with the keys in hand, and slowly look up to the impassive faces of Hanamaki and Matsukawa through your snowflake-coated lashes.

They stand silently, the only sound audible being the occasional car driving down the road beside the apartment building, streets nearly abandoned due to the time of night and the snow. You consider bolting for a brief, insane moment as you look at their imposing figures clad in the dark slacks and button-down shirts they always wear during scenes. Between the two of them, they completely fill up the door frame, each towering over you and nailing your feet to the floor with their heavy gazes.

You consider running again when Matsukawa snatches the collar of your jacket with an iron grip and begins to pull you forward into the warm apartment where you know both Iwaizumi and Oikawa are waiting for you. You dig your heels into the ground for a short second, pulling away, scared of their silence and Mattsun’s too-firm hands on you, only to go limp as their eyes flash dangerously at your resistance.

You’ve never seen this side of them; all silence, rough hands, and cold glares….It makes you nauseous to know that your actions are what drove them to this point. You’re normally so well behaved, following all their rules, and content being their good baby. You doubt you’ll ever go against Iwaizumi’s orders again simply because you hate the way they’re looking at you in disappointment, punishment aside.

You’re tugged none too gently over the threshold and pushed into the dim entry hallway where Hanamaki seals your fate by curling dexterous fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, making your stomach drop as he secures you in place. The door slams shut behind you, leaving you at their mercy.

A short, clipped whimper is forced from your throat when Maki tightens his grip and wrenches your head back by your hair, pulling, pulling, until you’re looking straight up at him as he leans over you from behind. You stare at his upside-down face, eyes wide and pricking with tears as the pure sadistic glee morphing his facial features registers with you.

They’ve been waiting for you to fuck up like this. They’ve been looking forward to it.

You flinch and shiver when Matsukawa’s cold fingers ghost over the exposed, taut flesh of your neck, but you can’t escape the sensations due to Hanamaki’s tight hold on your head. They both crowd you in, each so much bigger than you and practically suffocating you with their presence alone.

You know you’re fucked when Matsukawa’s wandering hands leave for a moment, only to return briefly to fasten a thick, weighty leather collar around your throat while Maki keeps you still. The material is warm and familiar against your chilled skin, most likely from sitting in his pocket for a prolonged period of time.

However, goosebumps break out over your body when you recognize the collar from the set of cuffs, straps, and connectors they use when they want to keep you very still. They’re Iwaizumi’s favorites to use during intense scenes where they don’t want you to be able to escape their treatment. You’ve never had to be punished severely, so you’re inexperienced with having them on for anything other than intense sensation play or temperature play.

You want to talk to them- to beg them for forgiveness, but the words get stuck in your throat when Mattsun finishes, squeezing over the collar with large hands for good measure and choking you abruptly.

Your hands fly up to grip his wrists, startled by the sudden juxtaposition between his feather-light strokes and bruising hold. You pull at his hands, just wanting him to ease up a little when Hanamaki suddenly slaps yours away. The action makes you ache mentally as much as it hurts physically, the startling realization that they are not going to go easy on you making the tears building up in your eyes threaten to spill over. You hold your stinging hand to your chest and refrain from making a sound for fear of pissing them off even more, while Maki chuckles at your reaction.

Matsukawa turns after he releases you, crouching down, and fishes something out of a black duffel that’s been placed beside the door. You let out a tiny sniffle when Maki twists his hand in your hair harshly, forcing the tears brimming in your eyes to overflow with the burning ache settling over the nape of your neck. The sudden spike in pain makes the thoughts churning around in your head tumble out in a flurry of pathetic apologies.

“M’ sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I didn’t mean t-“ Maki cuts you off quickly, flattening his big palm over your mouth to stop your babbling before you can give an explanation.

“What? Didn’t mean to get caught? We don’t give a shit about why. You disobeyed a direct order. From Iwaizumi, too. Out of all of us, I’d have thought he’d be the one you were the least likely to defy.” He mutters, releasing you, only to shove two of his fingers into your mouth when you open to give a retort.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you until someone gives you permission or asks you a question. Now make this hole useful and suck.” He tells you, stroking your tongue softly with the pads of his index and middle finger. You oblige, eager to obey and show him that you can be a good boy despite the tears dripping down your cheeks.

“Oh, look at this dumb little crybaby Mattsun. We haven’t even gotten to the good parts yet and he’s already so scared.” Maki coos, before thrusting the fingers in your mouth back into your throat, making you gag and choke around them.

You whine quietly and squeeze your eyes shut, more hot tears rolling down your cold cheeks. You tremble, needing to get away from his mean words and cruel hands, but he doesn’t allow you an inch of breathing room. Matsukawa doesn’t respond, only clicking his tongue in exasperation when he looks up and sees that Maki is being truthful.

“Such cute reactions. It’s a shame you don’t fuck up more often, truly. You cry so prettily.” Hanamaki whispers in your ear like it’s a secret between just the two of you. He loosens his grip on your hair just slightly, only to readjust and pull you back to rest your head against his shoulder. His fingers move slowly inside your mouth, switching between petting over your tongue while you suck, and rubbing the slick ridges of your hard palate.

“Luckily for us though, you’re going to get it tonight. You’re in so much trouble.” He says, practically singing the words and punctuating his sentence with a sharp nip to your ear. His pure delight with the situation makes you shake against his solid form, which you can tell he’s enjoying by the hard-on pressed up against your lower back.

The four of them have always expressed their enjoyment of your crybaby tears, Maki and Oikawa in particular, even going as far as to show you sad videos every now and then so they can watch your lower lip wobble and your eyes drip steady streams seemingly out of nowhere. Of course, they’d comfort you afterward, taking you into their arms or on their laps so they could wipe away your tears, apologizing for being mean but secretly not regretting a thing.

When Matsukawa stands, he keeps his broad back to you and lets several objects clatter into the narrow console table before he turns around. His hands reach out and he quickly strips you of your coat, throwing it into the corner, before he begins unbuttoning your soft, oversized flannel that you stole from Iwaizumi. As each button comes undone, you become less and less certain of where it will lead.

You shiver when he flicks open your shirt, revealing the flat expanse of your chest to the chill of the entryway. His long, cold fingers immediately latch onto the sensitive buds of your nipples, rubbing them and pinching them meanly and watching as they perk up and harden under his attention. You squirm, unable to stay still against the ache that’s starting up in your chest, and Maki tsks and tightens his grip on your hair when you try to pull away.

“So sensitive,” Matsukawa mutters, face still as impassive as when he started.

“He’s gonna get his hair ripped out if he doesn’t stop squirming though.” Maki comments, and you whimper as more of your tears fall.

Matsukawa’s touches are clinical despite the intimate nature of the act, and his apathy puts a metaphorical distance between you that you desperately want to close. His hands abruptly leave your nipples, abandoning them with a flick to the harsh air and leaving them flushed and pert. The sudden change makes you dizzy, though you assume that their goal is to keep you on your toes and prevent you from anticipating their moves.

“You know he can’t help it, he’s always been a wiggler,” Mattsun says, tone bored and sounding like he’s commenting on the weather. You look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he’ll take pity on you. However, he only smirks, wipes the little trail of drool off your chin, and pulls Maki’s fingers from your mouth. He crouches down just a little, admiring the slick coat of spit glistening on Maki’s fingers in the low light, before he’s pulling those same fingers into his own mouth, licking and sucking the drool off.

The sound of him swishing it around in his mouth makes you blush heavily, and you do even more so when he leans over and feeds the mixture into Maki’s mouth through a messy, rough kiss. The two men make out above your head, squishing you between them, and you keep your hands flat to your sides despite the burning urge to touch them. You’re already in hot water, and you haven’t been given permission to participate. It’s mean, but you’re determined to prove that you’re worthy of their trust again.

When they separate, Matsukawa immediately looks down at you, noting your downcast eyes and appearing satisfied that you’ve passed his test.

“That’s a good boy, keeping your hands to yourself. I knew you could do it.” He coos, tilting your chin up and pecking you on the nose.

Matsukawa crouches in front of you and begins unlacing your winter boots, pulling the heavy shoes off of your sock-clad feet, and chucking them away just like he did to your coat. He chuckles quietly when he sees the pattern on your socks; cute little rubber duckies, a pair of thigh-highs that Oikawa bought you as a joke but you ended up loving.

His hands settle on your hips for a short moment, and you barely have any time to prepare yourself before he’s curling his fingers into your waistband and yanking your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear, the socks, and the open flannel. He throws your pants into the slowly accumulating pile of the rest of your clothes and turns back to face you, still on his knees.

“We need to get you more pairs like these,” he says, stroking up your legs and paying close attention to the area of your thighs where the socks end, making the soft skin bulge out slightly from the tight material.

“A garter belt would be nice too- oh I bet he’d look so cute in panties.” Maki coos, thumbing the elastic band of your short briefs. You flush brightly at the embarrassing idea, not surprised at all that Maki would get off on dressing you like a girl. However, it does stir something in you that you can’t deny is appealing.

“Would you like that, pretty boy? Want us to dress you up all cute and let Iwa and Mattsun wreck you, huh? Maybe after Oikawa finishes with you we can plan something, but you’ve gotta keep being a good boy.” Maki purrs, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing roughly. The thought alone makes you shift on your feet, warmth pooling in your stomach at the idea.

“I’ll be a good boy.”’You respond, but it comes out as a shy whisper. Matsukawa laughs at you, pressing a quick kiss into the soft skin of your tummy, before he’s up and sorting through the objects he left on the console table.

“We’re going to make sure of that tonight.” He says, holding up a device that has your legs closing tightly on instinct. You let out a drawn-out whine to express your displeasure, and a fresh wave of tears floods down your cheeks as you get a better idea of how the night is going to go. He peers over his shoulder to take in your reaction, eyes too wide and grin a tad bit unhinged; the most expressive you’ve seen him since you got home.

The particular toy he holds in his hand is a small, inconspicuous remote-controlled vibrating butt plug. Although in your eyes, it’s more like a torture device than a pleasure tool. The first and only time they’d used it on you, you’d ended up cumming in less than ten seconds after Matsukawa had turned it on, and spent another few seconds of torturous pleasure crying and begging him to turn it off. It was much too powerful to do anything other than force orgasms out of you, and yet it fit so snugly against your prostate it was like it was made specifically for your body.

“See Maki, I told you he’d remember his little friend here,” Mattsun says with a smirk before he sets it back down and picks up a pair of leather cuffs and a chain connector, and makes his way back to you.

“Gonna have to do something about all of that wiggling if we want to use that though, huh?” He asks you lowly, and you nod after a beat of hesitation, still eyeing the cursed toy wearily. He snaps in your face, breaking your trance and making you jump slightly. When you look up at him he smiles just a little bit softer than he has been, eyes crinkling just a tad, and holds out one of his hands expectantly.

“Right hand first. Give me your color too, baby. You’re crying an awful lot already.” He says, and behinds fastening the cuff around your wrist when you place your palm in his hand.

“Green.” You whisper after a moment, unable to deny the excitement coursing alongside your dread for the overwhelming toy. You want them to give you everything, to do everything they want with you.

“Good boy, takin’ time to think,” He says, praising your careful self-evaluation and moving on to cuff your left wrist. You have a tendency to get stuck in your head, uncertain of exactly what you’re feeling in the moment, so the four of them have no problem slowing down for a second to let you process even if you have been bad.

When the two cuffs are situated snuggly on your wrists, Mattsun clips one end of the chain connector to your left cuff before threading it through the metal loop of your collar and connecting the second. The connector is only long enough for your hands to rest against your collar bones, locking them firmly in place and keeping your hands well out of the way. It’s odd, but not uncomfortable.

He steps back towards the table, content with his job, and Maki finally releases your hair from his grip, satisfied that you’re not going to run off or do something stupid. He smoothes over the sore area with his palm, rubbing the ache out as best as he can. You lean into his pets, feeling yourself sink slightly into a cloudy haze as you eagerly accept the momentary comfort he’s offering you, likely the last time he’ll do so until Oikawa and Iwaizumi are through with you. Hanamaki turns you around, guiding your head into his chest and letting you rest there while he busies himself with lifting your flannel out of the way.

“You make me so fucking mad, you know that baby?” He starts, whispering, scratching his short nails gently over your bare back while he talks. “You’re so good to us all the time, but you’re not taking care of yourself. That’s why we have to do this. Because our baby deserves the best and he can’t have that if he’s jeopardizing his own health.” He tells you and finishes by giving you a gentle peck on the crown of your head. The soft words and affection instantly have your tears springing back to life, and he coos and rubs your back when he hears you sniffling.

“God, he’s just a leaky little faucet, isn’t he?” Mattsun murmurs from directly behind you, reaching around to swipe away a few stray tears. You flinch slightly when his cold hand comes around your waist and splays over your tummy, gently pulling you backward just a little so he can slip the thick band of a leather waist cuff above your hips. The material matches that of the ones adorning your wrists and neck and is fitted with an array of loops and rings where connectors can be clipped. You squirm in place just a little, moving in anticipation at the addition, and Maki quiets your motions with firm hands.

“Just a wiggly little crybaby,” Maki responds, squeezing the plush flesh just below your hips as Matsukawa tightens the cuff fully. He makes short work of the ankle and thigh cuffs next, moving faster now that he’s not occupied with teasing you. He leaves your legs free of connectors for the moment, and you know that won’t be the case when Oikawa gets his hands on you. The man has a morbid fascination with seeing you completely immobile and at his mercy.

When he stands he gives you a firm slap on the rear, making you jerk forward further into Maki’s chest. You go to shield your ass from him, trying to protect the stinging flesh from further abuse, but your hands stop short, jerking the chain connecting your cuffs to your collar with a rattle. Your eyes widen when you realize that’s exactly the reason they’re cuffed the way they are.

“Oh? Smart baby figured it out then? You didn’t think we were just going to be using the toy on you, did you?” Hanamaki asks rhetorically, sadistic glee alight once more as he takes in your pale face. You should have guessed, really. As torturous as it would be, just forcing orgasms out of you would be too simple- too easy for them to do. You shift on your feet, bouncing on your toes slightly as you’re overcome with a burst of nervous energy.

“There are the hops,” Matsukawa says, laughing slightly as he identifies the tell for when you get nervous. He turns his back to you, busying himself with the items still on the table, and you turn to watch him, putting your back to Maki. When he faces you again, he has the devil incarnate in his hand, the remote that goes with it, and a bottle of lube. He raises an eyebrow at you, noting how you’ve turned to face him, and smirks.

“Oh come on. What’s the matter? Don’t trust me?” He practically purrs out. You think for a moment, before deciding to answer honestly.

“Not really, no.” You say softly, and they both laugh to your relief.

“Ah, well, I don’t blame you. Now, hold these for me.” He says, handing you the remote and the plug and placing the sleek toys against the palms of each cuffed hand. You grasp them with uncertainty, a little confused, but when he pressed the small, rectangular bottle of lube to your lips, you get a better idea of what he wants.

“Be a dear and give these to Iwaizumi, love.”

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wonderwomanfantasy · 2 years

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head very full of a Matsukawa and Hanamaki threeway where you're in a fuck buddies/ FWB type deal with Matsun and need his dick badly one night so you come over even though Maki is there too because you are desperate desperate.

and like obviously Maki has been wanting to fuck you for a while now just to see if the shit Matsun says about your incredible head game is true, so he is jumping at the chance to see you.

but like Maki is nothing if not a bitch so he chickens out last second and resolves to just watch his best friend's dick split you open. then he starts touching himself and eventually he's pushing his dick into your mouth and whispering about what a good girl you are for taking both of them like this.

Matsun can't help but comment how your pussy gets wetter when Maki's cock bumps the back of your throat. and highkey you're wondering if it's physically possible to have Maki in your ass while Matsun keeps fucking your cunt or if that would break you.

but that's not the point the thought that's really been bouncing around in my head is this-

Matsukawa cums first and as he pulls out the three of you just watch as the mixture of yours and his cum slowly uses out of you at which point you ask Hanamaki if he's just going to stand there slack-jawed or if he's going to get to work and fuck his cum back into you like a good boy.

anyways I have three finals tomorrow help.

#nsfw////#hanamaki smut #matsun smut #matsuhana x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #kale rants

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spikershoyo · 3 years

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Ok I had a thot in the shower, I’ve seen switch!reader and switch!Makki with Dom!Mattsun. But are you ready for…

Dom!Makki, switch!reader and Sub!Mattsun.

Just think about Makki mercilessly pounding into you from behind while you suck Mattsun off, sweet boy had teased you all day so you and Makki had to punish him. So he gets sucked off while a dildo is stuffed up his ass, not getting a taste of your sweet cunt, but don’t deprive him to long! He pleads that he’s been a ‘g-good boy, I won’t do it-ngh! Ah! I won’t do it again please-!’

So you and Makki decided to give your good boy his reward, Makki pulls out of you and takes the dildo out of Mattsun’s ass, and then he shoves his cock up his ass bottoming out. You the approach Mattsun and start riding him, ‘please! Plaease g-go faster, want it so bad! Ngh-!’

Tears pricking the black haired males eyes as he stares up at you and can feel his release closer to him, Makki’s thrusts getting sloppier and he can also feel him self coming. That tight coil in your stomachs snap as you all lose yourself’s.

After cleaning up you look at Mattsun and he starts to drift to sleep, ‘sleep well baby boy, you did so good for us’

#HOLY SHIT #THAT WAS REALLY DIRTY #HAIQVSOWBS #sub matsukawa #matsukawa smut #makki smut #hanamaki smut #matsuhana smut #makki x you #mattsun x you

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heart-suguru · 1 year

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issei loves public displays of affection.

he doesnt care if you’re alone together or out at a party with the team—that man wouldnt be caught dead without you on his lap and his face snuggled in crook of your neck. it makes you red in the face but, you know he means well and well, he loves you.

it’s cute and harmless…to you.

little do you know that the way he has you in his lap is perfect for his strawberry blond friend to get a nice view of his bestfriend’s girlfriend’s panties under that short, short skirt.

#issei knows what hes doing too #he also loves the face hiro makes when he thinks hes been caught #issei whispers something in your ear and u look at hiro with the same shit eating grin as ur boyfriend #sighs #matsuhana #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #hq smut

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heich0e · 2 months

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your roommie matsuhana!! i love your sexless smut

sexless smut i cannot BREATHE

#liv got mail

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bland-bi · 3 years

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Being friends with benefits with both Hanamaki and Matsukawa, but neither of them knows you’re sleeping with the other too. Makki is fun in bed, jokes here and there, giggles, it isn’t a very serious matter but he always makes sure you enjoy yourself. Mattsun is more serious, focused entirely on losing yourselves in the pleasure and making sure he doesn’t hurt you with his horsecock. Both of them are kinky, teasing little shits, so every night is a whole new experience.

Keeping this secret from them is not much of an issue, you don’t see them at the same time often enough for it to be worrying. But when you do, they tease you when the other has their back turned or is in another room. This all comes to a head one day, when Makki asks Mattsun about his sex life, clearly just wanting to brag about the fun you two had last night. Both boys talk about this one person they’ve been seeing, they’re gorgeous, perfect even. They have the prettiest moans, look great in any position and always feels amazing. You know they’re talking about you, with the way they keep side eyeing you but it seems as though they haven’t caught on.

That’s what you thought an hour ago, now they’re showing you the various videos of you sucking their dicks, or getting fucked from behind that they’ve sent each other. They’re reading out dirty texts you’ve sent them, and ones about you they’ve sent each other. All while you’re spit roasted on their cocks, whining and crying from humiliation and arousal. Makki and Mattsun knew from day one, you’re too perfect in bed to not brag about but they wanted to see how long you’d keep this secret. Now they’ve got you all to themselves for the night, and they’re going to make you regret not letting this secret out sooner.

#this was meant to be shorter #matsukawa smut #hanamaki smut #matsukawa issei smut #hanamaki takahiro smut #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #matsuhana x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #ash.📝#tw humiliation

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 years

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A Long Night Ahead

Pairing: Issei Matsukawa x f!reader x Takahiro Hanamaki

Prompt/summary: While your boyfriend Makki was at the store, when you got home from work with your other boyfriend Matsukawa you thought that the two of you might unwind in front of the tv, but he’d seemed to have a different thought in mind for what he wished would happen tonight, and how could you say no when he came up behind you, nuzzled close to you and started to kiss your neck? While the two of you were in bed, your boyfriend Makki comes home with a feigned hurt, wanting to join in. As always, things were never a simple time in bed with the competitive men who liked to fight for your attention

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Light nipple stimulation, light teasing, use of a dildo in the beginning, lots of kissing, a slight Makki vs. Matsukawa feel when it comes to having the readers attention, pussy penetration. Fluff, strong language, 18+

Notes: This one may not be as long as my other poly relationship stories are, but I hope that you enjoy it! I love the dynamic that can be shared between Matsukawa and Makki, honestly they’d be one of the most fun boys to be in a poly relationship with in my eyes. The teasing and the flirting and the playful competition 😍 say less 😂

I could not come up with a title for this chapter. “A long night ahead” is just something I settled on 😅

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A dildo was 7 inches deep inside of you, getting thrusted at a steady pace while your boyfriend kissed and sucked along your neck. The dildo inside of you was stretching you out nicely, nearly as much as your boyfriend Matsukawa did every time, but even then the dildo wasn’t big enough to leave you feeling what Matsukawa left you feeling. Until he was inside of you however, this was enough to leave you a moaning mess.

Matsukawa’s bare chest pressed against your own as he sucked a small hickey onto the side of your neck, his shirt hanging off of him as he gently grinded himself against your thigh. He wore his pants, though long ago he had tossed off his belt, leaving only the zipper to grind against your skin every now and then. Your nails dug lightly into his back, holding the man close while he moved the dildo inside of you quickly even as his arm was aching for him to stop.

You were clung to the man as you moaned out, reaching your 4th orgasm around the thick dildo. A soft little chuckle came from Matsukawa right by your ear as he pulled back to sit on his knees over one of your legs. You eyed the man through half-lidded eyes, panting as you tried to catch your breath from the constant stimulation that had now come to a crashing stop as Matsukawa slid the dildo out of you and tossed it aside on the bed.

Matsukawa only left you panting for a moment before he leaned back in and pressed his lips to yours, getting comfortable back on top of you and pushing his tongue easily into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around the man again, shoving a hand into his curly hair and giving a soft moan against his mouth as you wrapped your tongue around his. Matsukawa’s body grinded lightly against your own, earning soft moans that were like music to his ears from you into the kiss.

“You guys are having way too much fun without me,” Makki said as he quietly walked into the room, though even as you thought Matsukawa might pull back to greet the man, he only kept close to you and continued kissing you, so you didn’t bother, wrapping your leg around the man and keeping him close. “Wow, no hi? Hello? How are you?” He asked with a feigned saddened sigh. “You guys don’t even love me anymore.” As your eyes were closed, you only knew Makki was closer as he plopped down on the bed beside the two of you. “Man, you even have the dildo out— you guys really are having fun.” Matsukawa finally pulled back from the kiss, leaving you panting as he licked his lips off and looked at Makki.

“Welcome home. How was the store?”

“Busy,” the man said, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to Matsukawa’s lips before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Oooh, Matsukawa’s got you good,” he teased as your forehead was sweaty and your cheeks were flushed. “Such a pretty girl,” he said, leaning in to press a quick and soft kiss to your lips before he gave a content sigh and pulled back a bit. “So, how long have you guys been at it now?” Matsukawa shrugged.

“I think we started maybe 10 minutes after you left.” Makki gave a huff and leaned in, nuzzling his face against your shoulder.

“If I’d known you guys were gonna have all the fun without me then I wouldn’t have gone to the store tonight, I would have went earlier after I finished cleaning instead of watching tv.”

“Nobody said that we were done,” Matsukawa said, looking in your direction. “What do you think, can you go some more?” He asked, watching as you were quick to nod.

“I can go longer.” Matsukawa sent you a little smile, though Makki’s mouth pressing a few soft kisses to your neck stole your attention away from the man quickly. Matsukawa leaned down, pressing his lips bak to yours. Makki moved, nudging Matsukawa out of the way and making the man pull back from the kiss to look at him. Instead of moving to kiss you like Matsukawa thought he might, Makki moved down and took your nipple into his mouth. You shifted on the bed, giving a soft moan when Makki’s teeth gently nibbled on your nipple as Matsukawa leaned down to kiss your neck.

Laying your head back, you closed your eyes and gave a soft moan. Granted when you had first gotten with the two men, your relationship had been nice, but you never would have thought that it would have lasted this long and stayed so consistently sweet, but with Makki’s playfulness and Matsukawa’s down-to-earth teasing nature, you were never left bored and they damn near always kept you on your toes. Sexual encounters with them had been a bit scary at first because it had been the first time you’d ever been in bed with two men instead of just one, but now that you were used to the sensation, forcing yourself to get through those first few sessions was the best decision of your life.

A soft moan left you as Makki sucked harder on your nipple, though he quickly let it slide past his lips with a crisp ‘pop’ as he went to kiss along the other side of your neck. Matsukawa licked along your jaw, glancing at the man beside him who quickly moved to kiss your lips before Matsukawa could. You kissed Makki back immediately, leaning into his touch before a soft bite to your skin made you yelp and stole your attention away from him.

“Ah, hey— Issei,” you complained, looking at the man who leaned in to kiss you right afterwards. You gave a soft grumble in complaint but kissed the man back as Makki mumbled something about Matsukawa not being fair beneath his breath. Makki stripped his shirt off, tossing it the the side and taking his jeans off in the meanwhile while you and Matsukawa were still kissing.

“Well fine. If I can’t kiss her lips then I’ll just kiss somewhere else,” Makki said, nudging Matsukawa out of the way again. Makki got on the bed between your legs and leaned in to press a kiss to your clit, sliding his tongue along your folds right after and earning a soft sound from you against Matsukawa’s lips. Though the kiss was intense and you were left mostly quieted by the sound of Matsukawa’s mouth pressed to your own. His hand moved to grope at your breast and tease your nipple while Makki enclosed his mouth around your clit and started to lick and suck on it.

A moan broke the kiss between you and Matsukawa that came from you as Matsukawa’s fingers pinched your nipple a bit harder and Makki sucked hard on your clit at the same time, though Makki’s middle and pointer finger easily pushing inside of you right afterwards had made you moan again and deflect a kiss from Matsukawa who gave a soft smile as he pulled back a bit to look at you.

“You’re so cute when you moan like that,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your nose as you peeked at him through half-lidded eyes. “Why don’t you moan for me again?” He asked, pinching your nipple and making you give another shocked moan, making the mans aching cock twitch in his boxers. “Mmm, good girl.” He said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. “How about you help me out baby,” he said, reaching over and guiding your hand to his pants and cupping it around his erection. “You got me so hard for you.” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours for a soft kiss. “Help me out?” You gave a soft nod, leaning in to kiss him again as you pushed your hand down into his jeans and boxers and grasped at his warm shaft. His cock twitched in your hand when your chilled fingers wrapped around his shaft and started to stroke him without warning.

Makki peeked up at the two of you, seeing your hand down Matsukawa’s pants and giving a soft grunt.

“Issei, you get all the attention,” he mumbled, though Matsukawa didn’t bother to pull back from the slow and passionate kiss that was being shared between the two of you. Makki gave another grumble as you squirmed on the bed when his fingers curled inside of you, leaning back down to suck on your clit. Matsukawa gave a soft moan against your mouth as your thumb rubbed along the tip of his cock. He slid his tongue into your mouth, moving his hand back to grope at your chest as you gave soft little moans because of Makki’s mouth and fingers inside of you.

Matsukawa broke the kiss, moving his head to lay it on your collarbone and giving a soft moan as you moved your hand faster along his shaft and started to squeeze at him more.

You looked down at Makki, biting your lip when he peeked up at you. A small smirk was quick to grow on Makki’s face as he sucked on your clit. You gave a soft moan, squeezing Matsukawa in your hand as the man nuzzled his head against your neck and kept his eyes closed, his warm breath hitting your skin as he gave quiet moans by your ear that had made you more wet— something that Makki noticed immediately as he fingered you. He moved his fingers a bit faster, relishing in the sweet sounds of your quiet moans and the sound of how wet you were around his fingers. Even if it was caused by Matsukawa, he couldn’t have cared less.

Another moan came from you as the man ventured from your clit and went to lick at your entrance where his fingers were quickly pumping in and out of you, making you squirm down against the man as your hand lagged a bit on Matsukawa’s cock. The man beside you nibbled on your collarbone, making you yelp and grabbing your attention as you looked at him the best that you could. You moved your hand a bit faster on Matsukawa shaft as the man leaned up to kiss you, quickly kissing him back though giving another moan into his mouth as Makki’s fingers curled inside of you.

“Mmm, you’re so tasty,” Makki said, licking at your pussy that was nearly dripping around his fingers. You broke the kiss with Matsukawa, pressing your forehead to his and moaning as you tried keeping a steady pace on his cock while Makki fingered you quickly.

“Ah, fuck,” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut and leaning into the man beside you. “Fuck, Hiro— you’re gonna make me cum!” Makki gave a little chuckle, knowing already how close you were to reaching that orgasm because of how wet you were around his fingers. It didn’t take too much longer before you came undone around Makki’s fingers, curling your toes and squirming on the bed as you reached yet another orgasm tonight and stopped squeezing Matsukawa’s shaft as you came. The man beside you pressed a quick kiss to your lips before moving away. You watched as both of the man moved, Makki licking his fingers off while Matsukawa got up and stripped his pants off. Makki gave Matsukawa a look before he turned his attention back to you.

“What do you think? Are you ready for me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours?” Makki asked, chuckling as your cheeks warmed. “Should I take your embarrassment as a yes?” He asked with a little smirk as you looked at Matsukawa who got comfortable on the bed beside you and leaned in to take your nipple into his mouth. “Or should I take that pretty little clit back into my mouth?” Makki gave a soft hum as he leaned down over Matsukawa and kissed you quickly. “Scratch that— I want to feel this pussy clenching around more than my fingers.” Makki reached down, grasping his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

You spread your legs for the man who leaned back a little bit, grabbing onto your thighs and pulling you closer as he gently started to rock his hips against you and pushing himself deep. You gave a moan in shock while Matsukawa’s mouth let your nipple go as Makki moved you. Matsukawa gave Makki’s hand that held onto your thigh a light slap to push him away while he grabbed onto your leg and pulled it up more as he leaned down and kissed you quickly.

The attention that had been set on Makki was stolen by Matsukawa who held an intense moment of eye contact with you. A soft moan came from you as Makki started to move inside of you, sliding nearly all of himself out of you and slowly pushing it back in, something that made you give another moan as you looked at Matsukawa who reached up to grope at your breast.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumbled, glancing at Makki, though Matsukawa’s fingers were quick to turn your chin and bring your gaze back to him.

“Oh, I’m Matsukawa Issei and I don’t play fair,” makki grumbled, making you give a little laugh before it broke with a moan as Makki thrusted inside of you a bit quicker.

“I was here with her first, it’s only fair,” Matsukawa said teasingly as he glanced at the other man who rolled his eyes at the small smirk on his boyfriend’s face. “Besides, who was it that wormed their way into who’s relationship, huh?” Matsukawa teased.

“You guys totally welcomed me with open arms, shut up.” Makki retorted, sliding his hand along your leg slowly as he thrusted inside of you. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He whispered as you leaned into Matsukawa and closed your eyes as you pressed your forehead to his collarbone. Matsukawa reached down, sliding his warm hand along your stomach and rubbing his fingers against your clit. You gave a moan and laid your head back on the pillows, curling your toes as both of the men were bringing you to this new level of pleasure that the dildo couldn’t— even if that had been stretching you out more than Makki was.

Your fingers grasped tight onto the sheets as Matsukawa rubbed faster at your clit and leaned in to kiss your neck. Makki closed his eyes and relaxed his head back, giving soft moans with every thrust inside of you as you squeezed around his shaft. Makki gave a moan and looked down at the two of you, grabbing tighter onto your legs.

“Oh, god— you feel so good.” Makki moaned out, meeting your eyes when you looked at the man as you gave soft moans while Matsukawa sucked on your neck. “You’re squeezing around me so tight, baby,” he mumbled while Matsukawa continued to rub quickly on your clit. You curled your toes tight as your eyebrows furrowed inwards.

“Hiro, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, closing your eyes and laying your head back. “Fuck, Issei— you’re gonna make me squirt.” You squirmed on the bed, giving out a loud moan as you reached another orgasm, and with Matsukawa’s help, you were squirting around Makki’s shaft in no time. Makki gave a loud moan as you came around his shaft, making the man cum inside of you from just how tightly you were squeezing around him. Makki leaned his head back and panted softly as he gently rocked his hips against yours.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, tiredly looking between the two of you. “I really should have gotten more sleep last night, huh?” You gave a soft laugh and leaned into Matsukawa as the man slowed down inside of you, though Matsukawa’s fingers were still gently applying pressure to your clit and making you squirm lightly on the bed.

“Mmm, Issei…” You mumbled in slight complaint. “It’s too much,” you whispered, squirming against both of the men. Matsukawa pressed a soft kiss to your head before he pulled his fingers back and looked at Makki. He moved on the bed, watching as Makki slid himself out of you before he moved to lay down on the bed beside you.

“Okay,” Makki looked over as you started to sit up, giving a little yawn before you looked at the man. “Come here,” he said with a little smile. “Come cuddle.” You gave a soft laugh and moved to straddle the mans waist, leaning down and resting your head on his chest. Makki pressed a kiss to your head, sliding his hands along your back and looking back at Matsukawa as he stripped his boxers off. Makki closed his eyes, nuzzling closer to you while Matsukawa got back on the bed. You closed your eyes, holding onto the sheets as Matsukawa spread your legs a bit and glanced at the two of you.

“Are you ready, baby?” Matsukawa asked, sliding his hands along your ass.

“I’m ready,” you said, nuzzling closer to the man beneath you while Matsukawa started to line himself up with your entrance. A moan left you as Matsukawa stretched you out with only the head of his cock. Though you were tight around him, he had easily started to push himself inside of you at the extent of earning some whiny moans from you as you shifted on your knees and pressed your head to Makki’s collarbone. The man beneath you slid his hands along your back, giving your hips light squeezes while you squirmed against him as Matsukawa slowly pushed himself inside of you as to not hurt you.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Matsukawa said with a soft grunt. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He lightly rocked himself against you, stretching you out as he pushed his shaft deep inside of you. “God, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He mumbled, sucking in a hiss of breath from between his teeth. He gave a soft hum, grasping at your hips tighter. He’d been working himself up so much tonight with your moans and kisses, though he hadn’t orgasmed once and it made him worry a bit. Worrying that he was going to cum too fast inside of you.

“Mng, fuck Issei…” You curled your toes, pussy clenching around Matsukawa’s cock. Makki reached around, groping at your ass while Matsukawa rocked his hips against your ass at a steady pace while Makki’s hands slid on top of his and gave them a light squeeze. The two met eyes while you moaned against Makki’s neck, though as Matsukawa’s eyebrows furrowed inwards in pleasure, a little smirk crept onto Makki’s face. You grinded lightly against the man as you squirmed, earning a soft hum from Makki.

“Fuck, I’m not even inside of you anymore and you have me twitching for you,” the man said with a content sort of sigh as he reached up and twirled a small chunk of your hair around his fingers. “Pull out game weak, Matsukawa?” The man teased, looking back at his boyfriend who’s eyebrows were furrowing upwards in pleasure.

“Shut up— you came in her, too.” He retorted, making Makki laugh.

“Yeah, but now you’re about to do it and therefor I can laugh at you for it.” He said, making Matsukawa roll his eyes, though the pleasure wasn’t decreasing even as Makki teased him. Your moans were still prominent, making the man throb inside of you with every thrust that he thought might be the movement that became his sad undoing. He wanted to make you cum before he came, it was something he always worked his hardest to do, though because you had already reached an orgasm so many times tonight, your body didn’t seem keen on giving him another one to go along with his own.

Even as Matsukawa finally came undone, you barely squirted around the man’s cock, only clenching tighter around him and adding to the already loud and pleasurable moan from him.

“Ah, fuck,” Matsukawa moaned, slowly pulling himself out of you and looking back at the two of you while you nuzzled closer to Makki. The man beneath you pressed a kiss to your head while Matsukawa moved to lay beside the two of you. Silently, you pressed a hand to his chest and made the man smile as he reached up and placed his hand over yours.

“You guys are so gross,” Makki teased as he gently caressed your body, something that earned a raised eyebrow from Matsukawa. “Not a word.” You snickered, moving to sit up on the mans waist and meeting Makki’s eye before you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you guys.” You said, though you were quick to yawn afterwards. “But Issei really took it out of me and I need to shower.”

“I can wash your hair,” Makki said with a little smirk as he groped at your ass.

“Is that all you can do?” You teased, making the man snicker.

“Believe it or not, I can take a nonsexual shower with my girlfriend. Now my boyfriend, I don’t know— he’s kind of a horny bastard.”

“Makki, you’re literally so much hornier than me.”

“Ah-ah-ah— don’t talk back about who’s hornier, you take the cake.”

“Since when?” Matsukawa asked, pushing himself up onto his elbow to get a better look at the man. His hand still held onto yours even as it fell off his chest.

“Since I caught you and (y/n) fucking in the bathroom that one time at that restaurant you guys went to— without me, might I add.”

“3 years ago? Oh, you’re something else.” You gave a light snicker, giving your arms a stretch as you looked between the men who were bickering— something that happened quite frequently in your household, though it had always been in good fun. You couldn’t even remember the last time any of you had a serious fight. That was yet another pro of being in love with your best friends.

“Come on, let’s just go take a shower.” You said, grabbing Makki’s hand and pulling him along with you. “You’re welcome to join in, Issei— you horny bastard.” The man gave a roll of his eyes, something that made you laugh as you offered your other hand. He took it, getting up and walking along with the two of you, but it didn’t seem as if they were done bickering.

“You’re so hornier than I am.” Matsukawa grumbled, something Makki grinned at.

“You know what— I can accept that actually.”

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