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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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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

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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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#matsukawa issei #takahiro hanamaki #matsukawa smut #hanamaki smut #matsuhana smut #matsukawa x you #matsukawa x hanamaki x you #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #matsuhana x reader #shanscript #mountain pie #hq smut

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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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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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iwas-baby · 3 years

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missed u and matsuhana surrr.. </3

but.. imagine how impeccably beautiful the drunk/high sex (which ever u most comfortable with <3) would be with matsuhana ☝️🚶🏼‍♀️

im sorry this took foreverrr to answer luv <3

makki is the giddy one, always, either way. he just can't stop chuckling. he talks his time with his words, slurring them out, but it's not the only thing he takes his time with. when he's kissing you guys he feels like he's in another world, all his senses feel heightened and he's just over the moon.

while issei is similar but in his own sense; he gets giddy to touch you. not always in the sexual way, sometimes he just wants to wrap you guys up in his arms, or get so physically close it's like you're hiding under each other's skin.

though, most of it is sexual and frisky and it usually looks a little something like this: mattsun on the couch, laid back, you on one side, makki on the other. your hand is on his chest as he sucks on your tongue, his own hand slowly creeping up to rest on your neck. makki, impatiently kisses along issei's neck, sometimes biting, wanting in on the action.

the kisses, and rubbing leads to more and more, until the three of you wake up the next morning, naked in the living room and hella hung over.

#poly matsuhana #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu timeskip #💋dirty.angel #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #💋mills #💋—mutals #hanamaki smut #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa x you #hanamaki x reader smut #hanamaki imagines #haikyuu matsukawa

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ickymichi · 3 years

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mmm poly matsukawa time:

you and makki r definitely both brats, makki more so and it gives mattsun a run for his money. yeahh n imagine one day you n makki tease mattsun and send him a video of the two of you toying around with each other despite it being against your set of rules... the punishment omg hehehe

HEHDHWHSHS- what a big beautiful brain you have bae.

nsfw ahead under 17 dni !

issei gets lots of texts from both you and makki throughout his days at work. so when his phone pinged while he was on his break he swore he nearly chocked on his wrap then and there.

he didn’t even dare to play the video in the break room. darting straight for the toilets and slipping his airpods in just in case.

the video makki had sent was of you laying on the-what looked to be soaked—sheets with a vibrator buzzing against your sensitive clit, and your other hand wrapped around makki’s cock jerking him as he kneeled on the sheets in between your twitching thighs recording the whole scene with a shaky hand.

you both weren’t even trying to hide how load you were, makki letting a mixture of moans, groans and dirty talk fall out while you were whimpering and moaning for him to just fuck you and stop the assault on your cunt.

and like that the video ended just as quick as it started leaving issei with a hard on straining against his slacks and a deep scowl etching his face. you knew it was against the rules for you and hiro to mess around either by yourselves or with each other when issei wasn’t there. and issei knew the two of you were just as bratty as each other so of course you’d try get on his last nerve.

as he was about to send a text back to makki his phone pinged again, this time a picture from you.

the image showed makki kneeling between your legs with his cock in hand and his usual grin strung across his features. moving his gaze to the bottom of the picture he seen that hiro’s lower abdomen had small droplets decorating his faint abs, silently showing just what you to got up to. and finally he caught eye of the ropes of cum that we’re covering your own stomach and breasts.

“tell Hiro to stop being such a meanie <3” is what the text under the image read. oh how today just got even longer.

—

when issei finally stepped through the apartment door he expected to be greeted with open arms like every other day, but none were there waiting for him. instead, he heard your borderline pornagraphic moans coming from the bedroom. issei was shocked that the two of you were still going at it two hours later, even after he sent a warning text to the two of you that you’d be getting punished no matter what. he didn’t even wait to take his shoes off at the door, he just rushed straight to where the sounds were coming from and flung the door open to see you riding makki reverse cowgirl so you were facing the door issei came through.

“daddy, your finally back! missed you so mu-” you’d gotten cut off by the sharp sting of issei’s heavy palm meeting your cheek, then pulling you closer to his face by the back of your neck. “i don’t care how much you missed me, you two broke the rules. y’know what that means.

—

when issei said your punishment would be harsh you didn’t expect this.

he had been bringing you to the edge, just about to fall over, only to rip either is fingers or the vibrator away. doing the same to makki only having the vibrator on his cock or just pumping him with a tight fist. leaving you both a crying shaking mess.

“please daddy m’ sorry! i won’t break the rules again jus- just please stop n’ fuck me” issei eyed your frame from where he kneeled with you and makki’ either side of him and gave you a hum to indicate he was thinking. “i don’t think you deserve my cock though angel, especially you pretty boy,” he said to makki and slapped his quivering thigh. “maybe i should just go off and find another two holes to fuck, ones that can actually listen.” “no! daddy wait!” the proposal made every bit of life come back into yours and makki’s body’s as issei chuckled at your reaction. “so what? are you gonna be good for me now?” with a nod of your heads issei hummed again and moved to stand at the end of the bed.

“then get down here and make me feel good”

after hearing issei’s demand you and makki wasted no time in getting down onto your knees infront of your dark haired lover. by the look on his face it was obvious he wasn’t in the mood for playful teasing. after having enough of it already today.

taking the first step, hiro reached up to undo issei’s belt as well as the buttons and zippper, allowing him to step out of the confined work slacks. following in his footsteps you moved to pull his boxers down to let his aching cock free—not before placing an open mouth kiss on his cock through the fabric.

not wasting another second yours and makki’s mouth flew to issei’s cock like magnets, dragging your tongue from base to tip, brushing against takahiro’s who was sucking on the leaking cockhead. “fuck, take it in that mouth baby c’mon” he groaned while urging his cock further into hiro’s mouth. you didn’t wait to lean down and start taking issei’s balls into your own mouth while fondling them with your free hand. the once quiet room was now filled with different sounds of issei’s strangled grunts, makki’s gagging and the occasional wet pop of you pulling off issei’s balls. “here angel, your turn now,” issei swore he could see your eyes sparkle as he pulled makki’s wet mouth off his cock. knowing not to use your hands you let issei guide himself to bump against your lips until you opened them to take his cock down your throat right away.

not letting up for a second you kept bopping your head up and down issei’s cock trying to take him deeper every time, occasionally letting your tongue swirl around his tip and hollow out your cheeks. as you were working on pleasing issei, the whole time you could feel makki’s soft hair on your jaw as he gave issei’s balls the same treatment as you were. until you couldn’t feel it and then felt a slight push to your shoulder, effectively pulling you off issei’s cock. leaving you and the said man confused.

“hey! what’s that for?” pouting your lips at a grinning makki you felt your eyes grow glossy at his behaviour. “what? you had your turn and now it’s mine again,” “what!? your turn was way longer than mine that isn’t fair!” “yes it is, i’m better at sucking his dick anywa-”“hiro, what’s the whole point of this punishment?” issei’s deep voice cut off the argument at hand and you think you even saw makki slightly tense up at his asserting tone. “because (y/n)’s being bratty,” makki mumbled while looking at the carpeted floor. “speak up slut, talk properly to daddy, you know that,” gripping the hair atop makki’s head, issei brought his face closer to his own as he slightly bent down. “be-because we were being brats” his voice was slightly strained as issei’s grip on his hair grew tighter with each passing second. “and what are you doin’ right now?” “being, a brat” issei disregard the way hiro’s voice grew quiet and stood back up to his full height as he let the grip on his hair free. “now because of that, your gonna sit right there while i fuck our pretty baby’s throat and cum all over that angel face, yeah?”

makki couldn’t even argue, if he did you all know how it would end. so he sat with his hands on his thighs and watched issei grip your head to use your throat to fuck.

you loved it when issei or makki would do this, the feeling of their cocks filling your mouth and making you gag had your pussy nearly dripping onto the floor. although makki’s was much easier to take, you loved how issei’s fat and long cock had you gagging around him and he wasn’t even halfway.

“you can use your hands baby, make daddy feel good,” hearing his request your hands flew to start pumping whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth as well as playing with his neglected balls. “shit shit, that’s it angel-fuck- so good for daddy. gonna make him cum soon” wanting to feel the ropes of his cum on your face you tried to push as far down on his cock as you could until your nose just tipped the tripped hair at his base, and that was all it took till issei was pulling you off his cock, jerking himself with a tight fist and strangled moans as buckets of his hot cum painted your face. guessing that he was finished you opened your eyes to see him panting above you and his cock slowly softening in his palm. you felt a drop of his seed drip down to just above your top lip, so as any good girl would you poked your tongue out to catch the drop and moan at the taste in your mouth, ending with three words you always gave after he finished, “thank you daddy”

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Twice As Pregnant

Summary: You go out to get over your break up with your boyfriend and have an unexpected fun with two strangers night after drowning your sorrows in alcohol. Are you ready to deal with the consequences of that one night?

A/n: I tired to right some smut for this but when I wrote that last bit, I felt to satisfied with that being the ending so I stopped writing there. I'm ready to write an the Epilogue just to give ya'll a peak into their relationship as a family.

Makki x Fem reader x Mattsun

Part 7. Part 8. Epilogue. Series Masterlist.

Word Count: 6,124

The air can’t seem to reach his lungs as he runs down the hall of the hospital, trying to find the sign that reads ‘Labor and Delivery.’ Hiro’s eyes can’t seem to focus on any other than the call he received from Iwaizumi fifteen minutes earlier. “She’s gone into preterm labor due to stress.” He’d been able to hear how worried Hajime had sounded on the other side of the phone. Hiro had rushed over as soon as he hung up, telling the taxi driver that had been following Issei to turn around and head towards the address Hajime had given him.

On the way there he had called Issei several times, but he hadn’t picked up. Even as he walked through the hall, he was still calling his number, leaving voicemail after voicemail asking Issei to pick up and to call him back. Standing in front of the double doors that he’s been looking for, he takes a deep breath and dials Issei’s number one last time. The other side of the line rings before it goes through to voicemail like that other times he called.

“Hey, I know I’ve already left you tons of voicemails, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer my phone later. I-I just wan- ugh we’re at the hospital, she went into labor and I know that you’d want to be here no matter what you said earlier.” Hiro says he finishes off by giving him the address, name of hospital, and the floor on which you are before hanging up.

Hiro looks at the button in front of him that he has to press in order to be able to get into the area in which you’re in. He feels uneasy as he looks at it, Hiro feels as if he’s going to throw-up. He can feel the color leaving his face as he just stands there, doctor and nurses walking past him. When he finally finds the courage to press the button, he gets even more anxious than he was before. His thoughts are interrupted when a nurse answers through the intercom.

“How can I help you?”

He awkwardly gives your name, Hiro can hear her shuffling through papers before she answers. “Yes she’s here, room B four, you’ll turn left after the nurses desk.” He hears a click, the double doors unlocking for him to walk through. He takes a deep breath before walking through them.

He was past the desk in the middle of the wall to his left. He quickly finds your room, the doors slightly open and he can hear the sound of a t.v.

Hiro presses his head against the wooden door, taking a couple of deep breaths before pushing it open and going in. There's a short hallway that opens into a large room with all types of medical machines and two recliners by a window. A large curtain is hanging from the ceiling, and to the right of that is a bathroom and even more machines that beep. He walks further into the room and spots the end of a bed, and then the top of Hajime’s head. He’s holding something in his hands, his fingers doing circular motions on whatever it is.

When he walks past the curtain he sees you in a reclined position, your eyes are open and you look really uncomfortable. You're trying to watch the television, but by the expression on your face the pain you feel is making it hard for you to concentrate on it. Sweat is coming down the sides of your face, and your breath is labored. Hiro feels his heart clench at the sight of you in pain.

“H-hey, how are you feeling?” He asks, coming around the opposite side of the bed from where Hajime is sitting, he’s hand coming up to move your hair from your face.

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes a bit as you relax, “I’m okay. I’ve dilated two more centimeters since we got here, three on the way here.” Your voice sounds labored as you answer. The hand that had been in Hajime’s breaks free reaching for the one Hiro has on your face, “They said that I should be at ten by the end of the night. Doctors are a little worried since they’ll be premature.” You smile meekly up at him, your eyes tired,”Where’s Issei?” You finally ask.

Hiro swallows a bit, looking down at you with saddened eyes, “I didn’t catch up to him since Hajime called while I was still after him, but I left him a couple of voicemails.” He pauses for a bit as he watches your face scrunch up in pain, “He’ll be here, I promise.”

Issei sits in his car, listening to the constant ringing of his phone. It hasn’t stopped ringing since he walked out the door. Not since he left you standing there crying, and Hiro following after him. He feels guilty for saying stuff he didn’t actually mean. Issei didn’t comprehend the words as they left his mouth. He wasn’t capable of just walking out like that on you or Hiro. He knew that the two of you meant more than what he’d let on the last couple of months. So why did he say that? Why did he say he’d leave the two of you be? He ran his hand through he curls in frustration.

He partly understood what you meant when you said that you felt incomplete without one of them, because honestly he’d start to feel the same way whenever you or Hiro where gone he felt like something was missing, but he wasn’t at place where he felt he could admit to himself that he had feeling for his friend. And maybe that was why he was jealous of the closeness you and Hiro displayed outside the bedroom. He felt left out and maybe it was his own doing for keeping himself distanced from you when you weren’t sleeping together.

Running his hand along the top of the steering wheel, Issei tries to figure out his feelings, but his phone ringing for the nth time distracts him. In a fit of anger he lifts the phone to his ear and answers. “Hello,” he answers angrily.

“Finally,” Hajime’s voice comes through the other side of the line, “we’ve been trying to call you for over two hours, dude. Where are you?”

“I’m at a park,” Issei says, looking around his surroundings. To be honest he isn’t completely sure where he is exactly, he just drove with a destination after walking out.

“Have you listened to any of your voicemails?” Hajime sounds irritated. Issei can barely make out a voice talking over an intercom, calling for someone.

“No, I’ve just been sitting here thinking,” He sighs.

“Okay, well we’re at the hospital right now,” Issei feels his heart stop, “I think you ne-”

Issei interrupts him, “What happened? Who’s hurt? It’s it Hiro?” He asks, remembering how Hiro had run after him in a taxi, thinking that there might have been a car accident.

“No. We’re actually in ‘Labor and Delivery’. We’ve been here sin-”

“I’ll be right there, text me the name of the hospital.” Issei says in a hurry, turning on his car and pulling out of the park. He hangs up his phone and pulls up to the intersection just as he receives a text from Hajime with the address.

Issei speeds through the traffic, trying to avoid any red lights. He can feel his heart beating quickly as he maneuvers through the cars. Issei keeps an eye out for any cops that might be parked along the road that could pull him over. When suddenly has to brake at a red light, he finds himself tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, feeling anxiousness taking over his body. As soon as the light turns green, his pressing on the gas, tires screeching. He can see several people turning to look at him as he speeds off.

About fifteen minutes later he pulls into the parking lot of the hospital, parking his car as quickly as he can before heading into the hospital and asking the front desk receptionist what floor he can find ‘Labor and Delivery.’ When he gets an answer he walks as fast as he can, heart beating fast and hard in his chest.

He reaches the double doors that Hiro had been standing at three hours earlier, and presses the button with no hesitation. “How can I help you?”

“I’m with room B four,” He says, the doors opening a few seconds later.

“Past the nurses desk to your left.”

Issei hurries past the doors, not even glancing at the nurses who eye him up and down as he walks past them. Reaching the room he walks in, not sparing a second to look around, and pulls the curtain to your bed back. You're laying on your side, eyes closed, eyebrows scrunched up, your hair up in a messy ponytail. Hiro’s hand is holding yours as you try to sleep, his own eyes closed.

The soft deeps coming around the machines around you are the only sound that can be heard. He runs his hands across his face finally looking at his surroundings. He spots Hajime on one of the recliners, a blanket thrown over him, his own eyes closed. Letting out a sigh he walks around the bed, to where your back is facing and takes a seat at the chair that’s right beside you. He watches from behind you as your shoulders rise and fall with your breathing.

He listens to the beeping of the machines, the snores falling out of Hiro and Hajime as they sleep, and to the occasional uncomfortable groan you let out. As he watches you sleep all the guilt from earlier resurfaces.

He walked out on you and left you crying. He was probably the cause as to why you were now laying on a hospital bed. He had endangered the lives of two unborn humans and yours. He feels tears start to fall from the edges of his eyes. What would he have done if something had happened and he’d never told how he feels? What would he have done if the chance of apologizing had been taken away from him? He tries to keep his cries as quiet as he possibly can.

Issei feels the mattress start to shift as you turn to your other side, your eyes wide open as you turn and see him sitting there, tears falling down his cheeks and chin. Your hand comes out to cup his face and wipe some of the tears off.

“Hey,” you smile at him, voice sounding tired, “you're here.”

He smiles back at you, holding on to the hand that’s on his face, “Yeah wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Issei pulls your hand down to his lips and presses a kiss to every finger, his eyes closed. When he opens them back up he looks you straight in the eyes and says “I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, or said things I didn’t mean.” He closes his eyes taking in a deep breath before continuing, “I just...I get what you're feeling because I don’t fully understand what I’m feeling and I don’t know what either of you two are feeling, And it’s my own doing for not talking and getting to know you, specifically you, outside the room.” He stops talking, looking away from you, for a bit trying to figure out his next words, but when your hands come up to cup his face and force him to look at you directly in the eyes.

Your voice comes out soft, “It’s okay, we can figure things out as we go,” you smile sweetly at him, “but I think the two of us need to spend time alone together without Hiro if we want to get anywhere.” Your fingers gently move across his cheeks, wiping away whatever tears may still be falling.

The sound of the doctor walking in has both of you turning your heads towards the door, and Hiro snapping awake, drool coming down his chin, Hajime remains asleep barely even flinching in his sleep at the door shutting behind the nurse. “Let’s see how much more you’ve dilated since we last checked,” the doctor says, coming up beside Issei and helping you to your back and then pressing a button so you sit slightly straighter. He positions your legs on the sides of the bed, spreading them open and then brings down a lamp that's by the end of the bed. He lifts the blanket and your gown up a bit before sitting down and looking up your gown. He brings a gloved hand come, nursie handing him some lube, and Issei tenses up a bit next to you feeling comfortable, Hiro’s still struggling to wake up.

You can feel the doctor's fingers move, causing you slight discomfort, but at least it’s not as painful as it was when you arrived and he checked. “Okay, it feels like we’re at about eight centimeters right now, so what we’ll be doing is we’re going to move you into the delivery room. While we get that ready you’ll probably have reached at least nine and a half. We’ll give it about thirty minutes.”

The doctor walks out giving you a curt nod. Issei’s eye’s don’t leave the door until he feels your hand shaking in his. He turns around to see you taking in deep breaths and counting. Giving your hand a squeeze he stands up and places a soft kiss on the top of your head. Hiro’s finally starting to regain some of his senses and grabs on to your other hand, pressing it against his lips before looking at you with a smile and says, “Everythings going to be fine, we’re here with you.”

You can feel your hands shaking as you're pushed down the hallway and into a dimly lit room with medical instruments and a large lamp set in the center of the room. There’s a sink with two NICU Incubators next to it. There’s nurses and assistants moving around you getting things ready for when the doctor comes in, you can see him and a nurse standing outside the door, talking to Issei and Hiro. You watch as they give the doctor a nod before all four of them come into the room. Everyone in the room, except for you, are wearing the same blue scrubs.

“Are we ready?”The doctor comes to stand next to you smiling down at you, his eyes crinkling at the end the only indication.

He acts like you have a choice at this point, but you keep your remark to yourself and nod. You laid back on your back, and your legs are brought up into the stirrups as the doctor gets on a small rotating chair with no back at the end of the table.

You can suddenly feel a contraction and whine in pain, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to breath through the pain. They'd been growing closer together after the doctor had come into the room half an hour ago, going from ten minutes in between to two. “I’m going to count down from ten and when I reach one and say ‘push’ you push and I’ll do the same thing before you can stop when I say ‘stop’.” He takes one last look at how far along your dilated, “Okay we’re at ten centimeters.” He takes one last look at you, before asking,”You ready?” You give him a short nod.

The doctor quickly motions for Issei and Hiro to either side, Issei to your left and Hiro to your right,of the bed, they reach their spots right when a contraction courses through your body, You bring both your hands to grab and squeeze onto their forearms, doing your best to not push yet. If you hadn’t been in so much pain you would have laughed at the face Hiro made as you squeezed onto him, how his knees almost gave from under him.

You hear the doctor start counting,”Ten, nine, eight, seve-”

Your ears start to ring so you barely hear him say push. Your upper body pushes forward as you push with every ounce of strength you have. There is even more sweat coming down your face as you yell out in pain.You hear the faint sound of counting and then the words “Stop.” Your head drops back against the pillow and you try to catch your breath. The ringing you heard stops, replaced by the sound of the machines beeping, “You're doing great, I can see the top of my head.” The doctor smiles at you, “Just one push and we’ll have a full head and then everything will be easy from there. And then we’ll do this one last time.” You watch as he takes a breath looking at one of the nurses who gives him a nod, “Ready? One more time.”

He starts counting down again, and when he tells you to push you push. The ring comes back, and the world seems to stop when you hear crying coming from the bottom of the bed. The doctor tells you to stop, but barely let’s you catch your breath before he’s telling you to push one more time. “We have a boy!” He calls out into the room as you drop back onto the bed.

Looking down in between your legs you see a head full of black hair in the doctor's arms. That explains all the heartburn. You look over to your left to see Issei looking at the baby as he’s moved quickly to the sink you saw earlier, there’s tears in his eyes. When you look to your left you see the same look on Hiro’s face as he watches the nurses move to wash the blood off.

“Well it looks like your little girl doesn’t want to get left behind,” you hear the doctor say from the end of the bed, “I thought we’d have a couple of more minutes between them, but it looks like you're going to have to push soon again. The top of her head is already starting to crown.”

A nurse comes up beside him and wipes the sweat off his forehead. He looks up at you one last time, asking the same question he’s asked twice without speaking. He doesn’t wait for your answer and starts counting.

You push on last time, “We have a head, one more push and you’re done.”

You try to listen for a cry but none comes and you feel yourself start to panic as you finish pushing the last time. Looking down you stop a tuff pinkish hair, “Why isn’t she crying?” You ask, squeezing on to Hiro’s arm.

The doctor quickly hands your daughter to a nurse who takes her to sink, washes her off and then cradles her in her arms tapping on her back lightly. “She’s okay, the nurse will check on her and make sure everything is fine.” You watch as the nurse hands him something as he works to stitch you up. After a minute passes you finally hear the cry of a second baby filling the room. You let out a breath that you hadn’t known you’d been holding, and you hear the two men beside you also release one of their own.

Once the babies are cleaned and have been weighed, two nurses bring them to. The nurse with your son hands him to you first, helping you get him situated on your chest before your daughter is handed to you. You feel tears start to slide down your face as you look down at them as they try to find something to suckle on. Issei’s the first to reach out and try to lightly cradle one of their heads, Hiro following suit as his fingers draw circles on your son's cheek, whispering, “They’re perfect.”

One of them asks, “Do you have names for them yet?” She asks.

You look back down smiling through your happy tears, “ I was thinking Mirai and Makato.”

“I like those.” You hear Issei and Hiro say from above you. They’re both staring at each other afterwards and both laughing.

You can feel your heart clenching at the thought of all five of you being a family.

You're standing in front of the mirror in the bedroom, trying to put your hair up before heading to the hospital to pick up the twins. It’s been five days since you were sent home without them, the doctor insisting on keeping them in NICU for a couple of days. You’d finally be able to have them home and sleeping close by, the thought made you feel relieved.

Hajime is waiting in the living room for you when you come out, “I just need to put the bottles into the cooler.” You tell him walking towards the kitchen, “You can go ahead and start the car.” Setting the cooler on the counter you start pulling out the breast milk from the fridge, hearing the door close. You quickly zip it up and walk towards the door couch where you usually sit and grab on to your breast pump in case you need it.

Walking through the parking lot you can see Iwaizumi’s silhouette through the tinted windows of the new bigger car Issei had insisted on getting you, two car seats in the back. You make your way around to the driver's side, and slide into your seat with a big smile on your face. “Excited aren’t we,” Hajime teases you looking up from his phone.

“I sure am,” you giggle out.

It’s silent for a bit as you drive to the hospital, you’d been struggling to get used to driving a larger car, and preferred driving without any music playing, for now at least. “You also get the paternity test today, right?” Hajime interrupts the silence of the car.

“Yeah, not that we really need one I think.” You answer thinking about the recent searches you did after giving birth to two babies with different hair colors and facial features. You’d been a bit shocked at the results when you typed in ‘Can twins have different fathers,’ the answer being yes. You smile as you remember the shocked expression Hajime had on his face when he saw the twins, how his brain couldn’t fully comprehend why Mirai had pink hair on the top of her head while Makato had a thick head of dark curls. Even after being around while you did your little research he still couldn’t believe it.

Pulling into the parking lot of the hospital you can’t seem to find a parking spot soon enough, but as soon as you have the car in park and engine off, you're out the door. Hajime’s long legs struggling to keep up with how fast you’re walking towards the entrance of the hospital. The two of you give short nods to the nurses as you walk past them knowing exactly where to go. When you reach the nursery you press the button and give them your name along with Hajime’s. The two of you sign in, and are then led to a room where you wait while the nurses get the twins ready.

You tap your foot anxiously against the floor as you wait, starting to feel nervous. What if you’re a horrible mom? What if you accidentally drop one of them and crack their tiny head open? Or what if they end up crying the whole time cause they don’t like you?

As if he’s reading your thoughts, Iwaizumi says, “You’ll be a great mom, and Issei and Hiro will be great dads.” He smiles at you, just then both of your phones beep as you get a message on the group chat.. A text from Hiro asking if you’d been able to get the twins and complaining about working and not being able to be there.

You laugh a bit, Iwaizumi texting back that you were still waiting, Another text from Issei comes through telling Hiro to shut up because he’s not the only one missing out on the occasion. You put your phone down thinking about the conversation the three of you would have later after receiving today’s results, about where this was going, Were all three of you on the same page? Had you been on the same page since the start that you hadn’t discussed this sooner? You’d have your answers later.

“Hey, if the paternity test comes back with the results that we think they’ll come back, do you think the three of us, Issei, Hiro, and I, could work? As a couple?” You ask Iwaizumi looking straight ahead at the door, waiting for it to open, “I know the three of us have things to work through, feeling to sort, but at the end of the day if we decide to all be together, do you think we could make it work?”

Hajime seems to think his words over, looking at his fingers, “You made it partially work up until now, I don’t see why you couldn’t make it work if all three of you are on the same page, and understand what you're getting yourselves into.” He answers.

You hum your response thinking over his answer. Up until your fight with Issei, your relationship with the two of them had been purely sex. Individually though, Hiro had been your emotional and physical support, someone you could go for when your hormones would become too much and you need help, and Issei had been the financial support and the two of you weren’t the best at communicating with each other. Maybe after tonight that would all change and you could all figure a way to balance it all out.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when the door to the room is swung open and two nurses walking with your children in their arms. You stand up from the chair, ready to have them in your arms. The nurse holding Makato hands him to you and gestures for you to sit before Marai is put in your other arm. You look down at them with adoration in your eyes.

“All we need is for you to sign these papers, and to check the car seats when we go down with you. “ The one that had been holding Marai informs you. You can barely hear her as you coo at the two babies that are finally in your arms.

On the ride home you let Hajime drive as you sit in the back with the twins, making sure they don’t need anything which isn’t a problem since they fell asleep as soon as the car started moving. You can see Iwaizumi occasionally looking at you through the mirror, making sure you and the babies are okay. You lean back against the seat and try to ignore his stares. Hiro or Issei probably asked him to keep a close eye on you.

You feel yourself dozing off by the time you're pulling into your assigned parking spot of the apartment building parking lot. Hajime helps you out of the car by taking Makato’s seat out and then going around to get Marai, and he carries the extra bags you took with you to the hospital.

Getting to the apartment you kick off your shoes and drop your bags on the floor and make your way to the twin nursery, setting their seats down, too nervous to take them out in case you wake them up from their slumber. You sit crossed legged on the floor watching them sleep, not wanting to miss a single moment. The sound of Hajime moving around the kitchen can be heard from down the hall through the open door, the noise making Marai stir in her sleep, nose scrunching up a bit. You take out your phone quickly and snap a couple of photos and send them to Hiro and Issei, gushing over how precious they are.

They both respond with a ton of heart emojis and telling you they couldn’t wait to get home and hold them. You smile down at your phone, but you stop when you look back up and see your purse laying near one of the cribs, a white envelope peeking out. You hadn’t felt comfortable opening it with the boys.

You're brought out of your thoughts when Hajime comes into the room and whispers just loud enough for you to hear, “I made us some sandwiches.” You nod up at him from the floor, your heart clenching a bit when you walk out the door, turning on the baby monitor. “Oikawa will be here any minute so I made an extra one and texted him to be quiet when he gets here, “ He adds.

You both sit in front of the television, quietly playing a movie that Hajme chose, keeping an eye and ear on the monitor that’s sitting at the edge of the coffee table. “Do you think they’re sleeping too much?” You ask Iwaizumi.

He doesn’t even turn around to look at you when he answers, “No, I think they're sleeping enough for newborn babies. It’s only been an hour, they’ll sleep another thirty minutes to an hour more.” He tells you. “Didn’t you read the books you bought?” He teases.

“I did but I had pregnancy brain so I forgot most of what I read.” You giggle back not taking your eyes off the monitor.

You hear the buzzing of his phone and turn around to see him typing a text on his phone. “Oikawa’s on his way up,” He tells you, getting up from his place on the couch putting his sandwich down on the plate in front of him. You get up from your own spot and follow him towards the door, monitor in your hands. A soft knock is heard as soon as you reach the door.

When Iwaizumi opens the door you're a little shocked, you don’t know what you were expecting when they would talk about their friend that moved to someplace in Latin America, but it wasn’t what was standing in front of you.

Oikawa is tall, you got that bit right in your head, but he was slightly broader than what you had pictured, and not tanned like you thought he’d be from years of living in Latin America. His hair wasn’t perfectly brushed on his head, but just neatly brushed out of his face. He was a pretty boy and he knew it too, just like the boys said, but he didn’t have to try.

Hajime and him give each other a hand shake and a quick hug, patting each other's backs. You coward a bit behind Hajime, a bit nervous to meet Oikawa. It’s useless though, because he spots you when they pull away from each other, “Is this her?’ He asks, looking at Hajime, who simply nods.

Oikawa bends around Iwaizumi to look at you right in front of your face. A big smile spread across his, “Hi, nice to meet you. I’ve heard tons about you from Iwa.”

“HI, nice to meet you too.” You answer, letting yourself relax a little.

Oikawa backs away, dropping his bags near the door. Stretching his arms above his head, he looks at you one more time, “Can I see the babies?”

You examine him for a bit, and then you look at Iwaizumi, who simply just shrugs and walks away from the two of you. Nodding towards Oikawa, you lead him into the twin nursery, where they’re still asleep.

He crouches down in front of them, humming softly as he looks at them. Turning back around to look at you he whispers, “That one looks like Hiro,” he points to Marai and then points at Makato, “and this one is like Issei, is that normal? Like I know your situation, but I don’t think that's normal.”

You walk closer to him and kneel down next to him, “It’s normal, I can explain later.” Oikawa takes a sitting position next to you, nodding his head. The two of you stay like that simply looking at the small miracles.

You hear the front door opening from where you're sitting in the nursery room, a bottle in both hands and two babies in their rockers. Your arms are starting to ache a little from how long you’ve been sitting in the same position. The sound of two pairs of footsteps can be heard walking down the hall towards the nursery. You look up to see Issei and Hiro coming through the door, they’re faces seem to light up when they spot you on the ground in front of the twins.

“Hey we’re home,” HIro whispers, coming up to sit beside you, and takes Makato’s bottle and feeds him the rest of the bottle, picking him up to burp him. Issei simply sits next to you feeling as if he holds one of them he might break them. You lay your head on his shoulder as you cradle Marai to get her to sleep. This was more process than you had had with him in the seven months of your pregnancy, you’d grown closer the last five days. Cooking dinner together, finishing decorating the twins nursery, and having two home movie dates while you recuperated and Hiro was at work. Progress from only having sex and occasionally having conversations.

“I got the paternity test results today,” you sleepy whisper as you watch Marai start to doze off, “there in my purse if.” Motioning with your head towards your bag that’s a few feet away from Issei.

You and Hiro watch as he reaches across the floor and pulls out the closed envelope. All three of you sit there on the floor looking at it, the soft sound of hushed voices coming in from the living room where Oikawa and Iwaizumi are playing video games. You can feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest, “We don’t have to open it.” You tell them.

Issei runs his finger along the edges of the envelope, and Hiro stands up to put Makato in his crib, turning back around to take Marai from your arms and put her in hers. “I think it’s best if we confirm what we’re all already thinking,” Issei says, looking at you in your eyes.

The three huddle together on the floor as Issei rips the end of the envelope pulling out two pieces of paper. It feels as if time around you slows as he unfolds the first piece, reading the names on the paper : Hiro’s and Marai’s. You all read the small letters at the top of the page.

Probability of Paternity: 99.99% positive

You look over at Hiro and see tears coming down his face. He notices you looking at him and does his best to wipe them away before pressing a small kiss on your forehead. You turn back to Issei. You remember asking the nurse to only put the ones with a positive result in the envelope as you had taken four, so you feel your heart racing as you all look over the page trying to find the names of who they belong to. You hear Issei let out a sigh of relief when he spots the names.

Issei Matsukawa and Makato.

Probability of Paternity: 99.99% positive.

You watch as he crumbles up the paper and sobs quietly, trying not to wake up the twins. You feel your own heart swell as you all hug each other. You feel your breath get taken away when Issei pulls you in for a deep kiss. It tastes like salt from both of your tears. When you pull back you both look at Hiro who’s still hugging you. Smile plastered on his face, “So we’re doing this?” He asks.

You let out a shaky laugh and nod, hand coming up to rub his cheek with your thumb, Hiro and you turn towards Issei waiting for his answer. He has one of the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen on his face since you met him, “Yeah, I guess we are. Will figure it out as we go too.”

You all stay in the same position, feeling as if the world had stopped for just the five of you. This was the start of your own family. Was it a little abnormal? Yes, but it was yours.

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sloppykyuu · 3 years

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MOM PLS I NEED MORE POLY I WILL EAT A KID IF YOU DON’T

OKAY LISTEN MAKKI AND MATTSUN WOULD BE SO PERFECT AS A POLY CPUPLE

They’re so damn balanced, issei can be a little absent and distant- his work is hard and it can take a toll on him plus his own insecurities about being enough for you two so while issei gets in his head and pushes away from you two, spending late nights at work and at the bar just working shit out makki is there to comfort you and make sure you know the both of them love you so much that issei is just working shit out and he’ll be back he’s kissing you very morning issei is absent fucking you every night issei comes home late

But when you sit him down and make sure he knows there’s nothing that could compare to him, to the both of them; leading him to the bedroom and paying close attention to him. Slowly stroking and sucking on his cock all night, makki sucking on his tongue while your tongue flicks at his nipples and cunt clenches around his thick girth. Reminding him of how perfect he is for the both of you, how well he does for making you both feel so loved.

#Kay again I’m drunk so i hope this is #up #yo #your expectuojs I live u #I want matsuhana as my baby daddies so bad #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa smut #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki smut #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #pea answers stuff

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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THE SEXY

HALL🎃WEEN COSTUME 🎃👻💀🍬 YOU WEAR THAT MAKES YOUR VOLLEYBALL PLAYER GO: 🥵🥵 part 3

(NSFW 18+)

Haikyuu!!

Ft. Matsukawa, Daichi, Kuroo & Ukai

Part 1 🩸 Part 2 🩸 Part 3 🩸 Part 4 🩸 Part 5

Coach Ukai -

Early 2000’s Music Video Baddie 🎥💿

Please be advised that Keishin Ukai graduated high school in 2004. Canon.

Class of 2004....whew

That means, he was apart of a generation where the club bangers were LIT LIT and the music videos were even better

Alexa, play: Always on Time By Ja Rule and Ashanti 📢🎵

A generation that consisted of young males like Ukai who liked big clothes, natural faces, and VIDEO HONEYS 💦

Anyway, you knew this, even though you were younger than your fiancé, and so you decided to dress up as a video girl from the early 2000s to see how he’d react

You looked absolutely stunning

And Keishin literally could not handle it,

Nah like forreal.

Like most guys who were young in that era, he used to watch videos like 50cent’s ‘Candy Shop’, Ciara’s ‘[My] Goodies,’ and Nelly’s ‘Hot In Here’ and stare at the gorgeous dancers in the back that were simply eye candy

YO DJ PLAY THAT FUCKING TRACK: 💥👊

(A/N: If you don’t know these songs you’re too young for these headcanons. pls exit!!!!!)

Anyway,

To your man, You looked like the finest video vixen to ever live dressed as Normani in that Motivation video

Your hair was curly, your lips were glossed to the GAWDS and your hips didn’t lie as you danced at this 2000s themed Halloween party you both went to

Your man was having mad nostalgia there in the best way, everyone was having the time of their lives

But when he stopped to really stare at you on the dance floor with your girls, he replaced the setting and saw you dancing behind T.I grinding on a white 2004 Bentley

He got a boner so quick.

Because He was reminded that you were the sexiest thing alive.

He licked his lips, and was gone

That’s why it only took one more dance for him to have you in the coat closet, bent over with both your manicured hands hanging on to the doorknob for dear life as your fiancé fucked you with his fingers from behind

“Fuck, babe. You like that, huh?” He watched intently as your skirt flipped up and down with his finger strokes.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as Ukai’s middle finger hit that sweet spot inside your tight walls that only he knows how to find

“Y-yesss!!!”

Even with the booming music, you were being so loud. Still working his fingers, Keishin leaned in close to you and stuck his unoccupied fingers in your mouth to quiet you down.

Content by having some form of him in your mouth, you sucked on them with vigour, your eyes fluttering closed because your fiancé did not let up on his finger game.

“Good girl.” He breathed into your ear, making you squirm. “If I saw you in a video back then, I’d have to jack off to it every day.” He said, inserting another finger and curling them, making you see stars.

You shuddered, your incoming orgasm only allowing you to lazily swirl your tongue around the long fingers in your mouth.

“We’re making our own video when we get home. Got it?” Stated your fiancé. He leaned in closer to press his hard member through his pants on the side of your bare leg. You moaned.

“Got it?!” He repeated, speeding up his fingers that were inside you, making you clench around him.

You nodded as tears pricked at your eyes.

needless to say, the video you made that night was way better than any video he’d ever seen when he was young. 😉

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Kuroo Tetsurō -

Hogwarts Hottie 🕯👓

A/N: This is an ongoing debate within the fandom but lemme just say that I’m team -Kuroo is a sex God AND a nerd, aight?-

I’ve never read/seen HP but I just know this FINEASS man rates it

He has posters in his room, set memorabilia that he paid bare money for and everything

He picks you up around 10pm for the MSBY Halloween party, waiting in his car for you. It’s been 20 minutes.

But when Kuroo checks his watch one more time, annoyed that you were late, leaning forward to look at your porch through his passenger side window, his annoyance flees him and his heart stops because his eyes finally landed on you coming out.

He watched you lock up, the Hogwarts cape visible with a lightning bolt on the black fabric, and he has to stop himself from getting out before you lock the door so you guys can fuck first.....

he already took his seatbelt off smh. 🤦

The cape was absolutely accurate to the movies, but when you turned around.........

Kuroo choked on air.

All you wore was a body suit that exposed a lot of your beautiful chest, fishnet leggings that made him drool, and Harry Potter’s signature glasses that made you look like you just casted a spell to make your boyfriend horny all night

Fu-uck.

Tetsurō was still coughing from choking on air when you climbed into the car, and—concerned— you sat on your knees in the seat to be at a good angle to pat his back.

“Ku!!!! You okay!?!?”

Your boyfriend nodded through coughs, tears forming in his eyes due to the lung exertion and weird feeling in his throat.

When he started calming down, you relaxed, putting a hand over your beating heart. You began rubbing your boyfriend’s back soothingly instead, quirking an eyebrow because he seemed to be fine now, so why was he staring at the wand that you held on your lap?

“Kuroo...... are you okay?” You asked softly.

Your boyfriend lifts his gaze from your wand for a second, meeting your eyes questioningly. “Did you say Duro?” He asked.

“Huh? No I said Kuro-“

Before you could even finish your answer, your boyfriend shouted “WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!” And scooped you up using his strong arms, lifting you so that you were straddling his lap in your sexy costume.

You yelped, punching your boyfriend hard on the arm when he did that.

“KUROO WHAT THE FUCK—“

“Did you say Duro?” repeated the Raven with that half smirk that he knew made you wet.

“W-what?” Your anger dissipated, and you tried to look away.

Your man grabbed your chin in his hand and stabilized your position, leaning forward to start leaving wet and pleasurable kisses on your neck. You moaned, writhing in seconds after he nipped at you.

“It’s a spell,” Kuroo explained, moving one large hand under your cape to massage your ass over your fishnet leggings. He wanted to rip them so bad, but held back because he wanted to make you beg for it. “Say it,” Kuroo kissed harder into your skin, thinking the hickey he leaves there will make your costume all the sexier.

You let out a breathy moan as you shimmied your cape off your shoulders to allow your man more access to your neck. His mouth felt sooo good on your skin, and the tease fucking knew it. You were about to be a no-thoughts-head-empty ass bitch due to how good he was making you feel, but Kuroo repeated his demand, making sure you heard it the second time.

“S-say w-what?” You inquired, barely thinking anymore.

“The spell. Say: Duro.” Your boyfriend pushed you forward gently so that your back was leaning on the steering wheel more but not the horn. He then leaned down to kiss the skin on your chest, mainly the top of your breasts above your bodysuit, making your skin blaze with heat as a new wave of wetness hit your vag. You moaned loudly.

“D-Duro,” you relented, your back arching as you sought more friction. “Duro,” you repeated. “What does i-it-t m-me-mea-mean? Duro?”

Using your hands, you grabbed the dark locks of your boyfriend and he immediately groaned—getting very turned on.

Kuroo lifted his skin from your tasty skin so that his own lidded eyes met yours. He brought you back up so that your foreheads were pressed together. Tetsurō slid his hands to your hips and then he spoke lowly in his sex-voice that sent another wave of wetness through your panties.

“You say that spell…” He smirked. “to harden objects.” At the same time he finished his explanation, your man used his grip on your waist to press your lower body down so that your wet vagina pressed into the head of the hard and protruding tent in his pants.

You cried out in pleasure as you bucked your hips, letting his nerdy joke slide just this once. You needed more. Now!

Your bf Kuroo is a dork, yes, and he may make lame science and Harry Potter jokes........but you’ll be damned if his dick game wasn’t ✨magic✨

You’d be lying if you said this dork didn’t know how to use his big cock to transfer you to a new world.

No flying broomstick needed. 🧹

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Daichi Sawamura -

‘Hoe-se Me Down’ ☔️🔥, Firefighter

A/N: in the fandom, I’ve been seeing a bunch of people cancel the idea that Daichi is a cop now lmao and are dead set on calling mans a firefighter now, so LISTEN— YOUR GIRL IS ON THAT TRAIN TOO.

Period.

#FirefighterDadchi

The day your husband decided to quit his job and get a new one as a firefighter because he didn’t want to contribute to and/or work for an apparatus that abuses POC,

You decided to dress up hot as fuck (no pun intended) for Halloween in bed to show him how amazing you think he is

You wore an appropriate ghost costume to his new-member Halloween party,

But when you got home???????!!!!!!

D A M N .

Ma’am, your hubby was wondering why he didn’t switch careers sooner.

His OWN hose *wink wink* was rock hard as soon as you entered the bedroom from the bathroom, his eyes were huuuuge and he was breathing heavily already, chest rising and falling faster every step you took toward him

he sat on the bed counting his lucky stars.

“Oh my God, Y/N.....” Whispered Daichi. His eyes raked your figure, from your hat to your front zipper, and down to your perfect feet in those yellow heels. “Good call not wearing this to the party.” He breathed, hands reaching up to his neck quickly to loosen his tie. “I might have lost my job before I even started. I’m sure my boss and my crew would not have appreciated my display of ‘lack of control’ because I would not being able to control myself from fucking you in front of all of them.”

“Mmmm?” You bit your lower lip. “Maybe they would,” you finished seductively.

You finally stopped to stand in front of your husband, and you blushed a bit under his fiery gaze. He looked like he wanted to lick every inch of you, and it made you shiver.

Daichi immediately reached out and pulled you closer, immediately pressing his face in your cleavage. He hummed on the flesh. “You’re right,” he mumbled, moving his head from side to side to envelope himself in your amazing breasts. “They’d love to see the most beautiful woman in the world naked and moaning and cumming again and again. I’m gonna break our record tonight, baby.”

You giggled, listening to your husbands muddled voice in your chest. You are more than delighted and ready for the challenge your husband set out.

You had no doubt that he could make you cum 6 times tonight, beating his record.

Crawling your hand down, you pressed both your hands on Dai’s pecs and pushed, making him lay flat on his back on your King-sized bed.

Daichi’s eyes were dark and fucking arousing, the look of them alone forcing you to immediately crawl on top of him, straddling his waist and holding your firefighter helmet in place.

Sawamura licked his lips, his eyes scanning your frame again. “You are going to be the death of me,” he sighed, his hands lifting to hold your waist. “That hat looks so good on you. You’re beyond hot, my wife.”

Oh my God he looked so sexy under you like this. Your breath hitched. “Yeah?”

The brunette nodded, starting to take his tie off fully now. He tossed it to the side and made work on unbuttoning his dress shirt. How hard his dick was was telling him to remove his damn clothes—ASAP.

“You know what they say about firefighters right?” Daichi asked hurriedly, he was so flirty tonight after having a few drinks at the party, and you always loved this side of him when you got glimpses of it.

Unable to breathe because your husband made you so horny, you shook your head. He chuckled.

“The hotter you are, the faster we come.”

You smiled, leaning in to claim his lips in a searing hot kiss.

“That’s fine, baby.” You whispered. “That’ll only be 1 of 6 tonight, right?”

Daichi growled, rolling you two over so that he was now straddling your waist. You stared up at your sexy man in awe as he removed his dress shirt, exposing his rippling muscles to you. Oh my…….

Oh My God, your vag felt like a fucking hose right now by how much liquid dripped out when you saw his abs. You were so wet.

Your husband leaned down just like you did to kiss you silly. You moaned into the kiss, wanting more. When Daichi let your lips go, he sweetly took your hand and lifted it so that he could lay a kiss on the wedding ring he put there.

“Let’s go for 7 tonight, wife.” He purred, before unzipping the rest of your costume.

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Matsukawa Issei -

Hanamaki Takahiro 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

A/N: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YOOOOOOO FIGHT ME

THIS IS WHAT YOU DRESSED UP AS.

YOU HAD SET THIS UP FOR WEEKS, SETTING YOUR MAN UP FOR WHAT YOU TOLD HIM WOULD BE “THE SEXIEST HALLOWEEN COSTUME HE’S EVER SEEN IN HIS LIFE, YOU PROMISE”

YOUR BF WAS THINKING “BET” picturing you in a nurse costume, maid uniform, or a naughty school girl or something 🤤

SO WHEN YOU AND HANAMAKI’S GIRLFRIEND (who dressed as Mattsun!!!) HELD HANDS AND OBNOXIOUSLY SKIPPED INSIDE TO MEET YOUR TWO BOYFRIENDS AT THE BAR………………………………………….

MATSUHANA literally said nothing to y’all.

💀💀💀

They looked at you both, and then collected their things like:

AHHHHHHHHHHAHAHHAAAAAAAA

YOU FUCKING DID IT BRUV

IWA AND OIKAWA WOULD BE GAGGINGGGG:

The meme Kings were FINALLY stunned into silence !!!!

THE BANTER KINGS HAD NOTHING TO SAY.

They just stared.

Without a word, Hero & Makki chugged their new drinks and paid the bartender, walking out I repeat: without a WORD!

You chase after your boyfriend and jump on his back

“Booooooo Mattsun, why ya leaving?! We just got here! And I look sexy as hell! What happened to you were going to outdrink me tonight ?!” You couldn’t stop laughing at your boyfriends deadpan expression as you spoke. “I know you like thissss, stop capping!!!!”

Issei continued to wave down a taxi, ignoring you on his back.

“ISSEI STOPPPP HAHA, You love me and you love your bff Makki, so now you have both!!!! YOU’RE WELCOME!!!”

You jumped down and pulled the arm down that he was using to wave a taxi.

“Okay look! We can leave if you can look me in the eyes, then look at my entire costume and THEN tell me with a STRAIGHT FACE that you don’t like it.”

Your boyfriend stared at you challengingly, extremely annoyed because that is 100% something his best friend would say. Seeing you look like the female version of him was trippy, to say the lease, especially since he’s 3 drinks in.

You two had a staring contest with each other for a minute until Mattsun gave in and checked you out like you asked, looking down the length of your costume and back up to your temporarily dyed-pink hair that matched the shade of his best friend’s.

Mattsukawa lifted his eyes back to yours with a straight face:

(issei is p diddy)

You lifted an eyebrow, ready to call his bluff if he fucking tried it.

As if on cue, your boyfriend’s cheeks turned rosy pink. In admittance.

“I KNEW IT!!!!!!”

You exclaimed, grabbing Issei’s hand and pulling him back in the bar.

“I hate you. I hate you so much, Y/N.” grumbled your blushy boyfriend, following.

Without looking at him you smirked, secretly noting the fact that your boyfriend had not denied it yet.... nor could he 😏

A/N: not me realizing that I never linked part 2 in the part 1 links!!!! Smfh🤦🏾‍♀️ whatever. It’s there now!

Reqs for this series are CLOSED. 🚫

Happy Halloween 🎃🧡

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geronimowrites · 2 years

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Seijoh 4 x GN! Reader Imagine

18+ | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | Age in bio

Imagine being in an established poly relationship with the Seijoh 4, who constantly bully their little crybaby SO just because they love their reactions. I can see Maki and Mattsun ambushing you out of nowhere, one of them grabbing you and holding you still while the other dumps ice cubes into your underwear. They’d both hold your arms afterwards, watching as you tried and failed to squirm away from the ice, not releasing you until it all melted <3

Then imagine Iwa and Oikawa coming up to you during random parts of the day while you’re at home, one of them pulling you into their chest, making you think they’re just going in for a hug. That is, until the other quickly strips you of your pants and underwear, leaving you bare and running away with your clothing. You could whine and cry all you wanted, but they wouldn’t give them back until you’d bent over for them, showing off your dripping parts and hole all prettily exposed just for them to look at and use <3

#haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu thirsts #seijoh 4 smut #hq iwaizumi #hq iwaoi #hq matsukawa #hq hanamaki #hq matsuhana #gender neutral reader #brat tamer iwaizumi #iwaizumi imagine #oikawa imagine #matsukawa imagines #hanamaki imagines #hq smut #hq thirst

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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

pairing: hanamaki takahiro, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, oikawa tooru x f!reader

summary: one night was all it took for you to become the resident stress-reliever for the infamous athletes of your university.

genre: smut, college au

warnings: 18+. seijoh four as sleazy college boys, objectification, dacryphilia, gangbang, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spit-roasting, double penetration, anal, ass play, degradation, praise, hair pulling, slight size kink, spanking, slight face-slapping, oral (m and slight f receiving), facial, face-fucking, creampie, cumplay, cum eating, squirting, spitting, nipple play, dumbification, overstimulation, slight matsuhana action

word count: 3.5k

author's note: the long awaited sequel to checkmate (go read it if you want to be fully immersed/have an idea of what this nasty thing is about or not cause this is literally just pawrn HHH) but yeah here's a gangbang with seijoh 4 <3 (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

no beta cause we go down swinging !

[10:34 PM]

it would definitely be a lie if you said you had no idea how this entire debauchery started because deep down, you knew exactly what was going to happen when oikawa invited you to ‘do the project’ in his luxurious apartment off-campus.

but what you really didn’t expect is that his best friends would be involved in the party. if you knew, you would’ve probably told oikawa to fuck off and do the project on your own, or so you’d like to tell yourself.

what was supposed to be a gruesome school project turned into a cliché plot for a porno.

“iwa-chan, i feel like—f-fuck—you’re angrier a-at her than i am,” oikawa hisses through gritted teeth, his abs clenching when his cock hits the back of your throat because of iwaizumi’s harsh thrusts.

“gotta teach this bitch a lesson,” iwaizumi growls, his thick eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he pushes your back in a deeper arch. one large and rough hand comes down on your swelling ass and you moan unabashedly, though it’s muffled thanks to oikawa’s dick in your mouth.

the pretty setter isn’t even moving his hips anymore because the force of his best friend’s thrusts is enough to push you towards his hips. he’s got both of his hands in your hair, his lithe fingers tugging on your roots as he smirks down at you with glossy eyes.

“hear that, pretty? iwa-chan’s mad at you for being such a naughty brat,” oikawa chuckles in between his moans, slightly slapping your hollowed cheeks to keep your teary eyes trained on him.

on a normal night, oikawa would already be passed out from the multiple orgasms he’s had, but your presence in his personal space—where he has envisioned the position you’re in more times than he can count—flipped a switch inside him.

you guys had a thirty-minute break before resuming your activities. despite the halt in momentum, the adrenaline in his veins is pumping, even rivaling his energy and stamina when he’s playing a close and intense game.

you’re so messy—mascara staining your face, running down your cheeks as you look up at him with your lips obscenely stretched around his dick. it turns him on so much, watching your usually venomous mouth get fucked by his cock. coupled with the vibrations of your whines and whimpers, oikawa can't help but thrust at the same time as iwaizumi.

a garbled squeal erupts from your throat and the two other occupants of the room groan in unison as they lazily stroke their cocks. the sight of you choking and gagging with copious amounts of saliva and cum dripping from your stretched mouth has mattsun and makki shuddering in pleasure as their hooded eyes watch you get fucked by their best friends.

“never knew it’d be this hot watching her get fucked like a whore,” makki groans, throwing his head back as he tugs on his cock. “dude, she’s been practically begging to be put in her place ever since she gave iwaizumi the evil eyes,” mattsun hisses, one hand working on his shaft while the other plays with his heavy balls.

“besides, look at her,” he nods to you, lips curling into a sinister smirk as he watches your hips not-so-subtly roll and meet iwaizumi’s brutal thrusts. “the slut’s clearly enjoying it.”

mattsun’s observation of your traitorous body has you clenching and fluttering around iwaizumi, causing him to curse as his hips lose their rhythm. his dark eyes flash, his large and rough hand coming down to slap your ass again.

“you like getting called names, huh? fucking dirty bitch.”

the roughness of his voice and perfectly angled thrust to that spongy spot inside your velvety walls make you whine around oikawa’s cock, causing the brunette moan as he throws his head back, abs clenching as he feels his impending orgasm ripple through his body.

“god, this pussy is still so tight even after getting fucked multiple times,” iwaizumi hisses through gritted teeth, the veins on his neck clearly defined as he feels droplets of sweat roll down the column of his throat. “shit, i’m gonna cum.”

oikawa hums in agreement, his adam’s apple bobbing as he freely takes hold of your hair, fingers digging in your scalp as he pushes his cock further into your mouth. his brown eyes are hooded and glossy as he looks down on your teary and red ones, his pink lips parted as he heavily pants through them.

“i’m gonna cum on your face, pretty girl. brand you with my cum—oh yes,” oikawa moans as he feels your tongue wriggle along his shaft, your shaky hands gripping his ass when your chin bumps his balls. iwaizumi groans loudly behind you, and it has you—and even the other three men—shiver with how purely masculine he sounds.

“take it all, cockslut,” iwaizumi grunts, his hands gripping your hips so tight that it’ll leave bruises, threatening to even cover the ones oikawa planted on you at the beginning of the night. he throws his head back just as his balls tighten, thrusts becoming erratic and when you consciously clench your pussy around his thick length—he can’t help but groan your name along with other colorful words that has your aching cheeks heating up.

sensing that iwaizumi is filling you with his cum, oikawa pulls his cock out of your mouth and for the nth time this night, you gasp and choke, finally feeling oxygen properly go down your lungs. your celebration is short-lived, however, because oikawa still has one hand tangled in your strands, keeping your head in place while the other is rapidly stroking his shaft.

he whines your name just as hot ropes of his cum splatter on your face, his mouth parted in a gasp as he watches you close your eyes just in time. you feel his hot and sticky release coat your cheeks, mouth dropping into a whine when you feel iwaizumi’s quick and short thrusts in your battered pussy, your stained cheeks burning when you feel the warm trails of your mixed juices run down on the inside of your thighs.

oikawa takes the tip of his cock and smears the strings of his cum with the messy black lines of your ruined mascara, groaning at the sight of your face branded with your drool and his essence. mattsun and makki are breathing as heavily as the three of you on the bed, their thighs, stomachs, and fingers coated with their release as they watch iwaizumi slap your ass one last time, earning a high-pitched yelp from you as he pulls out with a wet and loud pop that has them groaning with how lewd it sounds.

the sounds of breathing and gentle whining are all that’s heard throughout the hazy and stuffy room. you’re practically flat on the bed, boneless with how spent you feel and you can’t even move away from iwaizumi’s thick fingers as he spreads the mess of your juices all along the back of your thighs.

oikawa looks to his couch, his sweaty chest heaving as he chuckles when he sees the excitement and anticipation in mattsun and makki’s eyes. he whistles to iwaizumi who’s still torturing you with his fingers to give way to their other friends that are eagerly waiting for their turn to have a go at you.

“it’s our turn now,” makki says with an airy tone as he laughs while giving oikawa a high five, uncaring of the way they’re all naked. it’s not like they haven’t seen and played with each other’s bits before. when makki reaches his scowling vice-captain to also give him a high five, iwaizumi just pointedly stares at his hand streaked with remnants of his cum.

mattsun snorts in amusement, hand poised to slap iwaizumi’s bare and firm ass until the latter growls at him threateningly, dark eyes narrowed into slits, causing mattsun to quickly shuffle on the drenched and messy bed, cooing at you with faux concern in his eyes as he maneuvers your limp body.

he settles his back on the headboard, with makki joining a few seconds later after he successfully dodged iwaizumi’s punch to the gut. makki makes his way behind you, his lean chest pressing against your sweaty back as he widens your stance so that your messy cunt is directly above mattsun’s impressive length.

if you thought that iwaizumi’s cock was already a bitch to take, then mattsun’s will give you other things to worry about.

you brace yourself on the shoulders of the smirking man in front of you, whining when they each take handfuls of your bruised ass. their fingers expertly knead the warm skin before they pull and let go, watching in amusement while your ass cheeks jiggle from their ministrations.

“you know,” makki quips, his fingers lazily spreading your folds as he plays with the cum leaking from your pussy, groaning when he sees a thick globule of white land on the tip of mattsun’s reddened and angry cockhead. “i always have to fuck the girl first before issei does, prepping her for his horsecock and all,” makki chuckles as he bites your ear, then licks it as he hears you yelp in surprise.

mattsun chuckles along with him, his hands reaching out and cupping your tits in his warm palms. “but i don’t have to do it with you since those two over there already stretched your cute and slutty pussy.” makki gestures to the men lounging on the plush couch of the room.

“so i’ll just fuck your ass instead.”

mattsun groans at makki’s statement, tilting his head as he lazily strokes himself. his eyes are hooded as he watches your shocked expression at the way his cock is leaking so much pre-cum. “like what you see?” he rasps, thumb smearing the pearly white drop all over his tip.

“ever had your ass fucked, doll?” makki whispers against the column of your throat, nipping the junction where your neck and shoulder meet while he slaps your ass with both of his hands.

you shake your head, too hesitant to speak because the taste and feel of oikawa’s cum down your throat is still fresh, still raw from his face-fucking. you wince as you feel his cum drying on your face, unable to wipe it off because there’s no space for movement between them and you have a feeling that oikawa will just ruin your face again for his own malicious benefit if you dare try to remove his branding.

“no? you’re in luck, then. i heard i’m the best ass fucker on campus. just ask issei.” makki winks at the said man and mattsun flips him off, grumbling under his breath at the proclamation. makki chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes while he shuts himself up by focusing on your neck, leaving marks and trails of saliva as he does so.

you whine as you arch your back, breasts shaking as mattsun plays with your hardened nipple. he speaks up, and you’ve come to the realization that these two are talkative compared to the other duo lounging on the couch.

“even if oikawa and iwaizumi didn’t stretch your pussy, i think you can take my cock, sweetheart. you just have that look.” look of a whore, he wants to say, but you already know that—pretending that you’re not like the other girls but in the end, you want to be used and fucked by the four of them. well, you just got your wish.

“yeah, this pussy is made to take cocks as big and fat as mine. look at you,” he says in awe while looking at his three thick fingers snugly fitting inside your cunt. you moan as you bite your lips, eyes fluttering when you feel makki’s hard cock resting in between your ass.

your grip on mattsun’s shoulders tightens as his thumb presses on your clit, making you arch your back while makki’s hands cup your tits as he squeezes and rolls the soft flesh in his grip. mattsun watches in fascination as the essence of his other best friend coats his fingers as he curls them in your velvety walls.

“fuck, you really are the perfect cumdump.”

“the two of you are so fucking chatty, get a fucking move on.”

“mmm, we like it when you order us around, iwa.”

iwaizumi growls at makki’s teasing, willing himself not to beat the strawberry blonde into a pulp. makki blows him a kiss before focusing on your trembling body, he dips his fingers down to your messy cunt, clashing with mattsun’s as he drags the thick and sticky cum up to your puckered hole.

“iwa’s cum is still so warm, sweetheart. bet it feels like heaven to be buried in your cunt,” he whispers in your ear, nipping on the soft cartilage as his fingertips circle and prod at your slightly stretched hole.

earlier on in the night, oikawa promised that he would claim every part of you, and that included your ass so while you were taking your supposed “break”, his two fingers were knuckle deep inside your ass while he carried a normal conversation with his friends—as if you weren’t squirming and begging him to do something.

so you know that it’s unnecessary for makki to thoroughly prep you, the sly bastard just wants to play with your ass.

mattsun pulls his fingers out of your pussy, causing you to whine at the loss of stimulation while he just winks, making a show of putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean while he watches you whimper from makki’s fingers in your ass.

oikawa and iwaizumi take a deep breath at the display, knowing fully well that those two are fucking nasty and kinkier than they are. but it’s ten times hotter when you are the one sandwiched between their wilder friends.

“just fuck her already,” oikawa whines, his cock twitching in his hand. iwaizumi grunts in agreement, his stony gaze searing into them as they laugh before adjusting the angle of your body.

makki pulls his fingers out of your ass and takes hold of his lengthy cock as he taps it on your hole, saying something along the lines of knock knock before pushing it in.

“makki!”

mattsun uses your distraction to slip his own cock inside of your pussy, groaning when the heat of your cunt welcomes his tip nicely. your nails dig into his shoulders as he stretches you wider than the ones before him.

“yeah, look at you,” he hisses, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your head as your jaw drops from the way their dicks stretch your walls. “taking my cock so well.”

“you like how me and makki feel inside you, baby?” mattsun coos, and you nod helplessly, unable to give him a coherent answer because all that’s coming from your mouth are broken syllables of their name and tiny yes yes yes’s.

makki bottoms out in your ass and he moans your name, his fingers rolling and twisting your nipples as he nuzzles your neck. mattsun pulls the both of you closer until the only space between you is a hair’s breadth away, until your arms are tightly wrapped around his thick neck and your heavy pants are fanning his face.

“touch your clit for me,” he whispers against your lips. you obediently follow him, removing your arm around his neck as makki’s thrusts from behind jostle your body. your hand squeezes in between your sweaty bodies as you touch the bundle of nerves. “there you go, baby.”

you can’t help but moan into mattsun’s mouth just as you circle your fingers on your swollen clit, jerking at the added stimulation and making all three of you cry out.

mattsun isn’t even moving his hips, opting to let you and makki do the work as he sloppily kisses you, not caring that he can taste oikawa on your tongue. the way your velvety walls drag along the thickness of his cock has him dizzy. you’re so tight that it hurts, but it’s the good kind of hurt that has him squeezing your hips as he rolls them in tandem with makki’s thrusts.

makki tugs on your hair, pulling you away from mattsun as he tilts your head until you’re facing him. “open up, sweetheart,” he orders, voice strained while he maintains the rhythm of his thrusts. you don’t need to be told twice since your mouth is parted from all the sinful cries coming from your throat. he smirks slyly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he spits in your mouth.

you whine as you swallow without being told, and makki groans as he spanks your ass before going back to ravaging your neck, his breaths fanning your sensitive skin as he tells you what a good girl you are.

“fuck, i’m close.”

you whine when you hear mattsun’s raspy voice groaning in your ear, his hips jerking towards yours as he frantically chases his orgasm. “me too, shit,” makki hisses, his sweaty chest rubbing against your back as he pushes you closer to mattsun.

both boys reach for your throbbing clit at the same time, their trembling fingers tangling with each other as they make you reach your limit for the night.

“cum for us, sweetheart,” makki grunts in your ear, his hips loudly slapping against your ass. “cream all over my cock—fuck yes—your cunt’s squeezing me so tight,” mattsun groans, his other hand gripping your waist so tightly that there will be several hand-shaped bruises by the morning.

“gonna fill your pretty ass with my cum—oh fuck,” makki moans in your ear, his hot breath fanning the side of your face as you feel fat drops of tears leaving your eyes.

you’re way past the point of uttering intelligible words, the only thing all of the men in the room can make out are jumbled syllables of their names and a high-pitched f-fuck, gonna cum! your face is something that came directly from an adult rated film; your eyes are glazed over and crossed, tongue lolling out with drool dripping down your chin—there’s no doubt that the four of them have effectively reduced you into a mindless slut.

you’re so dizzy from the hazy and musky smell of sex in oikawa’s room and with the fast circles from both mattsun and makki’s fingers that they’re subjecting your overstimulated clit to makes the knot in your stomach snap.

your orgasm hits you so hard that there are no words coming out of you, only a choked scream as your body stiffens for a few seconds before convulsing so much that you don’t even notice or feel the way clear liquid shoots out of your cunt and on to mattsun’s abdomen.

when both men see and feel you squirt, it triggers their own orgasms as well, causing them to thrust into you one last time before they loudly groan your name as they simultaneously fill your holes with thick and hot spurts of their cum, painting and coating your insides white as they breathe heavily.

the three of you are shaking and whimpering and your body gives out so you can’t stop yourself from falling on mattsun’s chest. they hiss when they hear their cocks slip out of you with an obscenely loud pop, causing everyone witnessing the mess to moan as their cum dribble out of your ass and pussy.

Makki lifts his lean body off of you, not crushing you between them anymore as he lifts your head and sloppily kisses you. he quickly tugs on mattsun’s hair and pushes his face towards yours and it’s just so messy.

the three-way kiss with the two of them consists of them licking each other’s tongues before they focus back on you. when they’re done fooling around, you immediately find yourself on your back with makki in between your legs, his bright eyes wide as he stares at the cum dribbling from your pussy.

oikawa, still as naked as the day he was born, walks up to your trembling and very overstimulated body as he smirks down at you, his fingers rubbing his dried cum on your face.

“down for this again, pretty?”

there’s a dopey smile on your lips but it quickly gets erased when you moan, feeling makki’s tongue slurping all the juices flowing out of your pussy, practically cleaning you up.

iwaizumi is leaning on the couch, his sweaty chest heaving as he smirks at your pathetic whines while your hands weakly push makki away from you. it’s futile because mattsun’s hand is buried in makki’s hair as he guides the strawberry blonde’s head in making an even bigger mess between your legs.

oikawa chuckles as he sits beside you again, lean arms crossed on his chest as he looks at your fucked out expression.

“that’ll teach her a lesson on disrespecting me,” iwaizumi spits, his dark eyes trained on you.

“excuse me? i’m the one she was the brat—”

“shut up, shittykawa.”

[12:15 AM]

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melting, like an ice cream

18+ only! minors dni please and thank you <3 MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

pairing: matsukawa issei x hanamaki takahiro

7.2k words. more plotless smut!! sort-of sequel to melting, you're a daydream, but reading that is not necessary for context ((bc neither of them rly have a plot lol))

makki's pov, established poly!mattsun x reader and matsuhana is figuring out their feelings and therefore this is entirely focused on them, though reader and the relationship as a whole is referenced and mentioned throughout :) (blow jobs, hand jobs, grinding/frottage, lots of kissing and lots of praise, spit kink... :') cum eating.). just a couple dummies in love <33

Hanamaki had always known his best friend was attractive.

It was an undeniable fact. He's spent most of his life by Matsukawa's side, causing trouble and making memories throughout their most vulnerable years, learning about themselves and growing together. He's watched Matsukawa grow from a tall, gangly teenager to the lean, confident man he is now, always with that easy, lopsided grin and calculatedly disinterested gaze that made people swoon - Hanamaki's witnessed that too, too many times to count.

He was by his side when he had his first relationship - lost his virginity, had his first breakup, his first hookup. And he was there when he first fell in love, could tell when it happened by the almost imperceptible softening of his demeanor when he was around you, when he so much as talked about you. Of course Hanamaki could tell immediately, he knows him so well. No matter how much Matsukawa had tried to downplay it, deny it even when his eyes shone impossibly bright when he told his friend about you, the smile creeping up the corners of his lips as he spoke. He was most handsome when his expression softened like that, Hanamaki thought. And he could tell, he was serious about you.

And when Hanamaki finally met you, he understood instantly why.

In the most complicated, positively convoluted way, it could be argued that he'd fallen for you partly through his friend. Before he'd even known you, he'd known you from him. The way he talked about you, the way he looked at you, the way he loved you, made Hanamaki yearn for you in the same way, only emphasized the things he saw in you that he didn't see in anyone else.

And maybe, just maybe, it went the other way around, too.

Because after that fateful night of you bringing him into your relationship, he would catch himself, more often than before, staring a little too long at Matsukawa, his eyes gliding over his pretty skin, smooth and tan and soft to the touch, he knows - the veins lining his arms, the subtle way his muscles flex when he….does…- well, anything.

But especially when he holds you down and fucks into you ferociously, when sweat beads on his beautiful, beautiful skin and follows down the hard lines of his stomach to disappear between where your bodies are connected, the look of concentration and ecstasy on his face, the messy way his hair gets when your fingers have disheveled it beyond saving. The scratches on his back from your nails, the way he bites his lip sometimes when he's focusing on hitting that spot deep inside you that makes you scream.

Hanamaki's favorite, he thinks, is when Matsukawa cums with a groan and a forceful thrust to lodge himself as deep in you as he can, throwing his head back and exposing the smooth column of his neck, his collarbones.

So it's completely instinctual for Hanamaki to lean forward and start kissing it tentatively, one night.

The first time, Matsukawa makes a strangled little noise of surprise, making Hanamaki grin against his skin, and emboldened, he starts to lick at the sweat on his clavicle, humming appreciatively at the salty taste before trailing up his jaw, his ear. Before he can nip at Matsukawa's earlobe, a strong hand comes up to his neck and tugs him closer, holds him in place for the searing kiss he graces him with, the ravenous movements of his tongue and lips and teeth.

Matsukawa tastes so good, kisses so fucking well, like he'll devour him whole and make him all the better for it. It's addicting, intoxicating, knocks all the air from his lungs but Hanamaki can't help but grapple at his biceps to keep him close as much as he uses them to keep himself steady, wanting more, more, more - more than he needs to breathe.

He admits to himself, blearily, that he wants to cry a little bit, because he could've done this a lot sooner.

Hanamaki understands immediately why you whine every time Matsukawa pulls away from you, because he does the same thing without thinking. He can't get enough.

It makes Matsukawa chuckle, all breathless and smug, and Hanamaki nearly jumps out of his skin when he surges forward and starts stroking his cock, and you shift to accommodate him, turning to capture his lips and take over right where Matsukawa left off, stealing his breath all over again while Matsukawa makes quick work of his dick.

He hadn't even realized he was hard again.

But there he was, making a mess all over his stomach again, because you and Matsukawa have it out for him, he's sure, almost like you were competing over who could reduce him to a pile of goo more efficiently. Hanamaki can't complain, he's never been so adored, loved so wholly and openly, and it makes him feel light and giddy and a little bit weepy, if he has to be honest.

Hanamaki whimpers when Matsukawa slides his fingers across his stomach, spreading his cum over his skin, and pulls his sullied hand away to lick it clean, you following soon after, a similar spark of mischief in your eyes when yours and Matsukawa's tongues meet over his hand. Hanamaki's cock twitches again when you moan around one of Matsukawa's fingers, and Hanamaki thinks he does actually start crying at that point, beyond oversensitive and completely overwhelmed.

Something shifts, ever so slightly, bit by bit.

Matsukawa's touches come unprompted, spontaneous, and linger a little longer. His gaze towards him gets a little softer, Hanamaki can feel it, and he catches his best friend looking at him more often than not.

And he can feel himself get a little weaker in the knees when their eyes lock, and he has that stupid, easy half-smile on his face.

Hanamaki's looking through their pantry for a snack, that first time. You'd gone off to work and Matsukawa was taking an afternoon nap, having played video games all night despite your efforts to distract him. Which is not to say you weren't successful, just that Matsukawa had proven triumphantly (annoyingly) that he could still entertain you while he entertained himself; Hanamaki hadn’t been much help, too exhausted from work and school and finding you too amusing to prevent from Matsukawa’s teasing and riling you up. Especially when you put on such a nice show for him, and then sank down on him soon after, making such pretty noises and pointedly ignoring Matsukawa as revenge.

Hanamaki smiles to himself at the memory, and it turns into a frown when his search comes up with only the sad end of a loaf of bread and half a jar of strawberry jam. He starts toasting a piece of bread and pulls his phone out to text you while he waits, asking if you’d like to pick up dinner on your way home in the sweetest way he can think of, adding a photo of the state of the pantry just for added pity. He makes a mental note to ask Matsukawa to go to the convenience store with him for more snacks, knowing his stomach will be empty when he wakes up.

He’s spreading jam on his sad slice of bread at the counter when he feels warmth on his shoulder, the soft tickle of hair against the skin on his neck, and nearly drops everything, startled. Matsukawa’s laughter rumbles through him, makes his skin tingle and his cheeks flush - even more when his hands find Hanamaki’s hips to steady himself.

“‘M hungry, too,” Matsukawa murmurs, his voice even deeper, gravelly from sleep. It makes heat spark in Hanamaki’s belly, but he isn’t going to acknowledge that.

Of course Matsukawa makes it even more difficult just by standing there, existing, and resting his chin on his shoulder. Hanamaki realizes when he turns his head slightly that he’s only wearing sweatpants, the waistband slung dangerously low on his hips and practically drawing his eyes to the deep V of his hips towards his pelvis, and he wants to scream in frustration.

“Get your own food.” Hanamaki shakes his head indignantly, sets the butter knife down and chomps down on his toast to distract himself from his best friend and his stupid handsome face and stupid, casually stunning body. It’s unfair, it’s truly unfair that he kept that physique past high school, that he’d filled out and toned it even more since then, that he looks like that.

“That’s no way to treat your best friend,” Matsukawa huffs, puffing hot air onto Hanamaki’s neck, and he can’t help but squirm a little bit at how it tickles. Matsukawa seems to notice, because his fingers twitch around Hanamaki’s hips. “Sharing is caring,” he whispers, tilting his head slightly so the tip of his nose brushes against Hanamaki’s jaw, and Hanamaki hates that he can tell he’s smirking, can imagine it so clearly without looking. “I think we’ve established that, haven’t we?” His voice is so low, barely a whisper, but Hanamaki swears he can feel it tingle in his bones.

Hanamaki gulps at the implication, his mouth going dry. Matsukawa pulls Hanamaki’s hips flush to him, and the toast in his hand clatters back onto the plate in front of him. Matsukawa’s lips ghost over the smooth column of his neck, and Hanamaki grips the counter as one of his hands slides ever so slowly up from his hip to his stomach, then up and up and up, leaving goosebumps in its wake, until Matsukawa can hold his jaw and tilt his face up to look at him.

Matsukawa’s only a couple inches taller than him, but Hanamaki wonders at their height difference when he feels how much he crowds over him now.

Hanamaki positively shivers, licks his lips as his eyes instantly catch on Matsukawa’s own lips, stretched into that familiar little smirk. “Right?” Matsukawa asks, and their faces are so close Hanamaki almost feels more than hears him.

“Y-yeah,” he replies, breathless, not even sure what he’s affirming, too focused on the flutter of Matsukawa’s long eyelashes, the light scrape of the callouses on the tips of his fingers against his skin, scorching where he touches.

Matsukawa grins, touches their noses together, but just before their lips touch, he pulls back a little, and Hanamaki has to bite his lip to keep himself from whimpering - too soon. “Is this okay?” he asks in a whisper that seems almost shy, almost uncertain and so unlike him, Hanamaki tilts his head slightly in confusion.

It’s the sincere look in his eyes, that underlying tenderness, that makes Hanamaki shift closer and turn his body into him, makes him grab his best friend’s face and kiss him fully.

Matsukawa's breath hitches, but he doesn't miss a beat, slots his mouth along Hanamaki's with a soft little moan that sends another wave of heat through him. It's a torturous, unfair kind of give and take that makes Hanamaki want to cry - Matsukawa sucks on his bottom lip and his knees weaken; he nips until Hanamaki allows his tongue entry and Hanamaki's fingers tug at the soft black hair that curls at the nape of his neck; he licks languidly into his mouth, and Hanamaki whines.

He feels the corners of Matsukawa's lips twitch up at the sound, and he wants to push him off just to smack him, but something in him keeps him tethered, though externally he isn't much better off. Matsukawa has him trapped against the counter, his leg nestled neatly in between Hanamaki's, hands at the small of his back beneath his shirt and slowly drifting higher.

When Matsukawa pulls away, it's only an inch or two, his body not moving from its position. "Tastes good," he purrs, smacking his wet lips in approval.

Hanamaki scoffs. His chest heaves with the effort of catching his breath, and he relaxes against the counter behind him, almost displacing the snack he'd all but forgotten about.

Matsukawa chuckles, removes his hand from him for a fraction of a second to push the plate further away, before he goes back to rubbing Hanamaki's sides, palms smoothing over his ribs. Hanamaki wants to say something, but he can't remember now, because he feels too warm and tingly, still a little breathless, and Matsukawa's hands feel too good on his skin, and are sliding dangerously close to his nipples. "Still hungry, though," Matsukawa laments, before capturing his lips once more.

Hanamaki could argue that his body moves on its own - but the way he rolls his hips in search of friction is very deliberate. He's sure Matsukawa can tell he's half hard, because he shifts his thigh, presses in a little closer between Hanamaki's legs. Hanamaki can feel him too, the heat of his arousal through their layers of clothing, and it makes Hanamaki arch into him more.

Matsukawa slips a hand between their bodies, and Hanamaki has to break away to breathe. "Okay?" Matsukawa whispers, half-lidded eyes following the trail his hand makes, the way Hanamaki bucks into his palm.

Hanamaki can only nod, sighing when Matsukawa's hand finally slips beneath the waistband of his pants and grips his cock firmly over his underwear. His hand is so big and warm and lovely, stroking him until he's fully hard and choking on air, Matsukawa's mouth latched onto his neck.

Hanamaki pulls him in this time, slips his tongue into his mouth. He gasps into him when Matsukawa's hand slides smoothly beneath his boxers and makes direct contact with his cock, now achingly hard. Matsukawa thumbs at the slit, and Hanamaki mewls, fidgeting in Matsukawa's hold because he's suddenly hot, too hot, especially when Matsukawa starts spreading his precum and strokes him lightly, too lightly for his satisfaction.

Judging by the way the corners of his lips turn up around Hanamaki’s, Matsukawa knows exactly what he's doing to him.

"I-Issei," Hanamaki sputters when he breaks away, voice barely a whisper, cheeks tinged red with embarrassment. Matsukawa has a hand on the counter beside him, caging him in, the other pushing Hanamaki’s pants and underwear down to his thighs only enough to free his cock and start stroking him languidly, smirk glued firmly onto his face. Hanamaki gasps when the cool air meets his moistened skin, and he can't meet Matsukawa's eyes, focusing instead on one of his shoulders, where his hand is clawing tightly into the muscle, turning Matsukawa's skin white.

He thinks vaguely that it must hurt, but Matsukawa pays it no mind, just keeps those half-lidded, yet somehow lust-filled eyes trained on him. "Yes, Hiro?" he drawls, voice infuriatingly calm, infuriatingly low, and it does things to Hanamaki's insides that he wouldn't like to vocalize. "Tell me what you want." He's teasing him, Hanamaki knows that tone all too well, but he also knows he won't be able to win.

Matsukawa takes his hesitation as an opportunity to pause his ministrations, lifting his hand up to his mouth and licking his palm, the pearly white of his teeth catching in the light when he sees Hanamaki finally meet his gaze, if only to follow the movement of his hand, his tongue.

Hanamaki takes a shuddering breath, unclenches his hands from Matsukawa's skin to grasp at his clothed hips instead, steeling himself before finally looking up at his friend, at the mixture of mirth and lust and danger glittering in his eyes. "More, please," he breathes, and Matsukawa grins, almost feral.

Hanamaki hates how handsome he still is even when he looks like he’s about to swallow him whole.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." Without any other fanfare, Matsukawa spits into his hand and closes his fist around Hanamaki's cock, leaning in simultaneously to capture his lips once more. His other hand comes up to cup Hanamaki's chin possessively, holding him in place as he kisses him, a little more forcefully, a little more passionately, plundering his mouth with his tongue and taking his breath, swallowing every sound Hanamaki makes when he squeezes gently at the base of his cock, fingertips scratching softly at his balls. Hanamaki grinds into his fist with fervor, a shiver running up his spine every time Matsukawa flicks at the head, thumb tracing around it until Hanamaki circles his hips and wills him to keep moving.

Hanamaki has to nip at him to make Matsukawa loosen his hold on his jaw and let him catch his breath, and he'd like to glare at Matsukawa, who looks far too pleased, but he can't find the strength, the heat of his big, warm hand around his cock too good to protest against.

Matsukawa pumps his cock steadily, only moving down to suck and bite at Hanamaki's neck, his own hips rutting into his thigh, the unmistakable shape of his own growing erection beneath his sweats rubbing against him. It fills Hanamaki with relief and a strange sense of pride that he's not the only one affected, that Matsukawa wants him just as much, his breath catching in his throat when Matsukawa rucks up the hem of his shirt and swiftly finds one of his nipples.

Hanamaki moans, the highest one yet, the sound escaping before he can catch it, and Matsukawa looks up at him in wonder. "Cute," is all he says, smiling sweetly before returning to Hanamaki's chest, licking at the neglected nipple and grazing his teeth along the raised nub just to make him arch into him a little more.

Hanamaki wrinkles his brow, pouts a bit, because only Matsukawa would call someone cute with their cock in his hand.

But then his expression relaxes, his head falling back, because Matsukawa squeezes his fist a little more, applies more pressure on his shaft on the downstroke, making him thrust his hips up with him when his hand slides down, slow and tight and wonderful. His hand flies up to Matsukawa’s hair, relishing the softness of the curls between his fingers.

“You’re really pretty, you know?” Matsukawa murmurs into his skin, alternating between making harsher marks that make Hanamaki keen and lighter touches of his fingers, the tip of his nose, his lips, that make him shiver. The compliment, coupled with Matsukawa’s thumb pressing at the head of his cock once more, pulls another whine from him, and Matsukawa quirks a brow, looks up at him from where he’s sucking a mark into his clavicle, just above the collar of his shirt - high enough to be seen. “You like that, you like when I call you pretty?” Hanamaki makes a garbled noise of confirmation, despite the way he shakes his head in denial, blushing furiously. “I’m gonna have my hands full with you two,” Matsukawa says, more to himself, before pressing a kiss to Hanamaki’s jaw, his other hand pinching at his nipple again.

“Issei-” Hanamaki gasps, feeling the coil in his belly grow impossibly tight, and Matsukawa cuts him off with a kiss, deep and slow despite the rapid beating of Hanamaki’s heart and the way that his fist moves around his cock, quickening his pace.

All Hanamaki can hear is blood rushing in his ears and the slick sound of Matsukawa’s hand moving back and forth, back and forth, and when Matsukawa pulls away to tug his earlobe between his teeth, his whisper cuts through it all somehow and makes Hanamaki nearly weep. “Cum, pretty baby,” the words like silk against the shell of his ear, and Hanamaki does, he can’t hold it in, can’t hold in the broken moan of his best friend’s name, the thrust of his hips into his hand, the pull of his fingers in his hair.

It elicits a groan from Matsukawa, his thighs squeezing around Hanamaki’s as he rolls his hips once for a tiny semblance of relief. He continues to stroke him through it, still holding Hanamaki’s shirt to his chest to watch with rapture at how he falls apart before him, the streaks of white that gush steadily from the head of his cock to paint his abdomen, his chest - and partly Matsukawa’s own - so beautifully.

Hanamaki feels a little bit ridiculous, leaning against the counter and gasping for breath, his own cum coating his skin and his pants halfway down his thighs. But Matsukawa looks at him like he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and he can’t think otherwise when he leans in to kiss him again, soft and sweet, a peck here and there, letting him recover. Hanamaki slumps against him, rests his forehead on Matsukawa’s shoulder, clutching loosely at his arms.

Matsukawa’s light chuckle reverberates through him when he slides his fingers through the mess on his stomach, the feel of the calloused pads of his fingers on Hanamaki’s skin making him shiver. “Pretty,” he says quietly, and Hanamaki can feel heat flood his face, to the tips of his ears.

“Shut up,” Hanamaki mutters under his breath, burying his face further into Matsukawa’s neck, swatting his hand away and tucking himself back into his pants. He looks up at Matsukawa and catches him raising a thick brow at him and licking his fingers clean, lips curled at the corners in that smug, distinctly Matsukawa way.

Hanamaki averts his eyes to try and maintain a piece of his dignity, his self-control, busies himself with pulling his shirt up over his head and using it to wipe at himself, sighing heavily as if he didn’t just have a mind-blowing orgasm minutes before. He goes to put his dirty t-shirt away, but it drops to the floor when Matsukawa presses into him a little closer, traps him with strong arms on the counter on either side of him, one leg still tucked resolutely in between his.”Stay here for a second, please?” he asks, and if Hanamaki didn't know any better, he sounds a little bit like he may be begging, for once.

Hanamaki pauses when he realizes, again, how hard Matsukawa is in his pants, feels him against his thigh. He tilts his head up to face his friend, and starts to smile, an indulgent thought taking root.

Matsukawa makes a startled sound when Hanamaki grasps his hips and switches their positions, but he can't say much else when Hanamaki kisses him again. Hanamaki cups his groin fully, squeezing the outline of his cock over his pants, and Matsukawa sighs so sweetly in his mouth, it makes him grin, makes him even more confident.

Hanamaki pulls away, pecks at the corner of Matsukawa's upturned lips before trailing down the sharp line of his jaw, the spot where it meets his ear, down his neck, to his collarbone. "Oh?" Matsukawa rasps, and Hanamaki notes with pride that he's breathless, thick fingers tangling through Hanamaki's hair as he steadily makes his way down, slow and steady, teasing at the smooth, pretty tan of his skin. When Hanamaki gets to his pecs he gasps; Hanamaki smooths his palms over the hard muscle, then grazes his teeth over his nipple, pinches the other between his fingers. He nips at Matsukawa's lovely skin, enjoying the slowly disappearing indents of his teeth and the salt of his sweat maybe a little too much - the lovingly lazy way Matsukawa brushes through his hair as he goes, his labored breathing, his little hums of approval.

He could do this forever, Hanamaki thinks blearily, smiling into the hard line at the center of Matsukawa's abdomen, leading to his belly button. Hanamaki kisses that, too, sinks to his knees to trace the tip of his nose down below it, following the little trail of short dark hair that disappears beneath the band of his underwear.

Hanamaki looks up, then, and if he wasn't already on his knees, he would've instantly dropped to them at the look on Matsukawa's face.

It's almost predatory, that same lopsided grin now bordering on the edge of feral, eyes sparkling with danger and open desire. He's still petting at Hanamaki's hair, his other hand resting back on the counter as he leans against it. His posture is relaxed, but the tension in his jaw, the sharpness in his eyes, sends Hanamaki's heart pounding rapidly, his pants tightening once again at that look alone.

Hanamaki swallows down the nervous lump in his throat, steels himself enough to peel the band of Matsukawa's sweats down his hips. They sit so low he only has to slide it down a few inches, and his mouth waters when he sees the bold imprint Matsukawa's dick makes against his briefs, straining the fabric significantly.

If he has to be honest, Hanamaki isn't entirely sure of what he's doing. He's never done this before.

So it takes both him and Matsukawa by surprise when he leans in to nose at the line of his cock, breathing in his heady scent, and pressing his lips to the tip of it peeking up from the waistband, before sliding that down too and fully releasing him.

Matsukawa grunts quietly when cool air meets his heated skin, but remains unmoving, patiently waiting.

Hanamaki just stares. Cocks his head to the side slightly in amazement as he studies Matsukawa's dick, the fat reddened head of it shining with precum, bouncing almost cartoonishly against his abs, the thick shaft lined with veins, standing as proud and pretty, almost menacing in its girth, as the man it belongs to. Matsukawa's dick isn't unfamiliar in the least, especially lately.

But in this context, this close to his face, it promises something indescribably wonderful and actually makes Hanamaki salivate.

And he wonders how on earth you constantly take this wonderful monstrosity so damn well, so consistently, and make it look so fucking easy.

Matsukawa chuckles above him, interrupting his reverie, and Hanamaki only realizes then that he'd said that aloud. Hanamaki's cheeks redden further, and Matsukawa caresses them gently, soothes the heat of his skin with that crooked little smile. "You don't have to take it all at once," he says, the tiniest hint of humor in his tone. "Don't look so scared."

"I'm not scared, I-" Hanamaki splutters, looking away. He realizes there isn't really anything to say, and his actions would be better proof of his stubborn devotion now that he'd started this, than anything he could say.

So he blinks, refocusing on the task at hand. He kisses the head of Matsukawa's cock again, taking the shaft in his hand gently. It's heavy, pleasantly so, and before he can overthink it further, he gives the tip an experimental lick. It shouldn't be difficult, he's seen you do it for them both too many times to count, and he's pretty sure he's gleaned enough of what Matsukawa likes from you.

Matsukawa hums approvingly, the hand on Hanamaki's cheek tangling in his hair once more, and it's all the reassurance he needs to continue.

Hanamaki tongues at the slit, the edges of the flared head, before licking a stripe down the underside, earning him a lovely grunt that seeps into his skin.

"Good boy, keep going," Matsukawa says gruffly, quietly, and Hanamaki's lips twitch up as he traces a prominent vein with his tongue, looking up at his friend through his lashes.

He's so sure it's obvious he has no idea what he's doing, but he lives for Matsukawa's praise, the light tug of his rough fingers at the roots of his hair, the deep, beautiful groan that escapes when he seals his mouth over the head, the spasm Matsukawa can't seem to control when he closes his hand around the shaft simultaneously. Hanamaki's fingertips just barely touch if he squeezes a little bit, and the fact makes him shiver.

What Hanamaki doesn't expect, is how much he actually enjoys being on the giving end.

"Th- that's it, that's it," Matsukawa breathes, tensing as Hanamaki sucks at the tip of his cock, letting his precum melt deliriously on his tongue for a moment. "Nice and slow, pretty baby." The praise makes Hanamaki swallow around him, heat pooling steadily in his belly. Hanamaki thinks about what you do to him that makes his toes curl and his brain go fuzzy, what you do to Matsukawa, too, that renders him uncharacteristically speechless, and tries to mimic the movements despite Matsukawa's cock making him dizzy in the best way.

Hanamaki relaxes his jaw without a second thought. Matsukawa reacts immediately, both hands flying to grip the edge of the counter behind him in an effort to hold himself back as Hanamaki feeds more of his cock into his mouth, flattening his tongue and taking him in slowly, eyes flicking up to his friend for approval.

Matsukawa groans at the look in his eyes, unclenches one hand to pat soothingly at Hanamaki's head. "Doing so good, baby, so good." He's breathless, muscles so tense he seems like he could snap at any second, and it makes Hanamaki's chest swell with pride, even as he has to pause and take a deep, shaky breath less than halfway down his shaft. His jaw is starting to ache, unaccustomed to this kind of use, and though it disappoints him slightly, Matsukawa doesn't seem to mind at all, reassuring him once again that he doesn't have to take it all today.

Hanamaki hums in affirmation, nearly missing the way Matsukawa gasps so sweetly at the vibration enveloping his cock. Hanamaki pulls back, the corners of his lips twitching up, before bobbing back down, pumping his fist over what he can't reach.

"F-fffuck, there you go," Matsukawa says shakily, fingers tightening just slightly in his hair. His hips jerk a little, following the rhythm Hanamaki sets, and Hanamaki welcomes it, humming approvingly until most of the tension in Matsukawa's body slips away, lost in the wet heat of Hanamaki's mouth.

Hanamaki peers up at his best friend through eyelashes clumped together with unshed tears, and something warm nuzzles into his chest, deep between his ribs. Matsukawa is so beautiful, even with his usually placid face scrunched into a focused frown and sweat beading on his forehead, where stray curls of his hair bounce off his smooth, tan skin. His eyes never leave Hanamaki's, flickering with embers of pleasure.

Hanamaki reaches down with one hand to adjust the bulge now straining in his pants, a moan escaping him when he accidentally applies a little too much pressure.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Matsukawa nudges him off of his cock easily, and Hanamaki looks up at him questioningly, licking his lips and wiping at the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. Matsukawa smirks down at him, petting at his hair again. "You like sucking my dick that much, Hiro?"

It's taunting, slightly embarrassing, but Hanamaki can't find it in himself to be humiliated when there's that fondness in Matsukawa's eyes and his chest heaves with the effort to breathe, and knowing that he'd done that to him. Hanamaki just grins, to which Matsukawa raises an eyebrow and grabs his hand, tugging him back up to his level and capturing his lips.

Hanamaki tastes like him, but Matsukawa doesn't seem to mind, only moaning into his mouth and deepening the kiss. Hanamaki melts into it, lets Matsukawa grasp at his waist and pull him closer between his legs, before a large hand dips into his waistband and releases his cock, fully hard again.

"Issei- ?" Hanamaki breaks away to gasp, just as Matsukawa thumbs at the slit, branding his smirk into the smooth line of Hanamaki's jaw.

"Trust me, sweetheart," he drawls, stroking down, coaxing Hanamaki to shift his hips even closer, until his cock presses against his own.

Hanamaki can't help but moan at the friction when Matsukawa's large hand envelops them both, falling forward a little to rest his forehead on Matsukawa's shoulder, his eyes glued to where their hips meet, the slide of Matsukawa's cock, still glistening with precum and his spit, against his own.

It takes Matsukawa two calls of his name to finally get his attention. "Do me a favor?" He takes one of Hanamaki's slender hands, kisses his palm before placing it around their cocks, his larger hand encompassing Hanamaki's and making him whine, both at the warmth and the added pressure.

Matsukawa chuckles lowly, tilts Hanamaki's chin up with his unoccupied hand and presses his thumb to Hanamaki's bottom lip, toying with the plump flesh until it shines with saliva. "You with me, Hiro?"

"Y-yeah," Hanamaki manages, nodding lightly - as much as he can with Matsukawa's hand still holding his chin.

"Good." Matsukawa gives him his most devilish smile yet. He purses his lips for a moment, but before Hanamaki can question him, he presses their lips together.

Hanamaki parts his lips instinctively, eagerly. And then he understands.

Matsukawa pushes his gathered saliva into his mouth, squeezing at his jaw in a silent demand to keep it open when he pulls away.

Hanamaki's breath hitches, and he nearly chokes on it all in surprise.

"Now spit," Matsukawa instructs, letting go of his chin and nodding down to where their hands are still joined together, pausing the movement and raising pleasant goosebumps on the back of Hanamaki's neck.

He tries his best, pursing his lips in a similar way to Matsukawa a moment before, but a thin trail of it still spills out prematurely and dribbles down his chin. Hanamaki aims for the spot where the heads of their cocks touch, entranced at the slow, almost syrupy drop of the mixture of their spit before it lands on Matsukawa's shaft.

"Gooood boy," Matsukawa rasps, sending shivers down Hanamaki's spine. He runs his free hand through Hanamaki's hair before grasping gently at the back of his neck and leaning forward to clean the spill on Hanamaki’s chin with his tongue, tracing it on his skin, then his lips. Hanamaki moans, the sound muffled slightly when Matsukawa kisses him again, deep and hungry, like he's trying to swallow every sound, every breath Hanamaki takes. "Gonna have to practice that," he says between kisses, resuming the pace of his hand on their cocks, making Hanamaki's hips stutter. "Our princess likes it a lot, too."

Hanamaki takes a sharp breath, images of you flashing through his mind: splayed out beneath Matsukawa's ravenous gaze, legs squeezing at his hips, around his head; your fingers clawing at the sheets, scratching at the broad expanse of Matsukawa's back, his muscles tensing because he likes it; your desperate cries when he keeps going, even when tears sting your eyes and you're too weak to his cock, his tongue, his hands to ever deny him. The way you whine, when Matsukawa just stares at you, adoring, and the slow drip of his spit finally hits your clit, slides between your folds before his tongue follows it, scorches it into your skin.

Presently, Matsukawa does the same, letting another drop fall from his lips and down to Hanamaki's cock, and he knows he won't last much longer. "I think I can be blamed for that," Matsukawa murmurs, and Hanamaki can't for the life of him remember what he's referring to when he thumbs at his slit.

Hanamaki's hips start twitching, rutting into Matsukawa's, following the movement of their hands, the slick, absolutely filthy sounds of their wet skin together filling the room. Hanamaki can't find it in him to be embarrassed anymore, surrendering to the need pooling deep in his belly, the desire and unequivocal attraction and adoration for his best friend. He can't stop kissing him, addicted to the taste of him, the sly swipes of his tongue, the commanding grip that tethers him at the base of his skull.

Hanamaki brands his lips into his skin, nips lightly at the bones that poke out beneath them, and in contrast at the muscle flexing and pulling, licks at the salt of his pretty skin. He can't help but smooth his palm across Matsukawa's body, feeling for every little quirk of it and committing it to memory - he knows him so well at this point it's almost like taking a trail he's only ever looked longingly at. Hanamaki squeezes at the taper of his waist, traces his ribs before reaching for his nipple and pinching lightly.

Matsukawa lowers his head from where he'd been relaxing back, pets languidly at Hanamaki's lower back, and catches his lips once more.

"Issei," Hanamaki says, after kissing his jaw, and he doesn't really know what to say, doesn't really have anything to say, he just likes the taste of him, even just his name, on his tongue.

"Yeah?"

But the way Matsukawa looks at him, smirk lopsided and eyes half-lidded, but sparkling with that fondness Hanamaki now realizes he's always had with you, but seems so familiar, from even before then - it makes his heart leap into his throat. "You're beautiful," he says, a little dazed.

Matsukawa's shocked look is just as adorable. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, eyes wide now. He straightens up and pulls away suddenly, making Hanamaki yelp in protest, but Matsukawa only switches their positions once more and shoves his pants and underwear down the rest of the way, kicking them to the side. He secures one leg in between Hanamaki's, crowding him into the counter. "I could say the same about you," he says with a peck to Hanamaki's nose. He picks up right where he left off, making Hanamaki sigh contentedly, only for him to swallow thickly when he quickens the pace considerably, large hand flying up and down their shafts.

Hanamaki gives up on keeping up, clinging to Matsukawa's strong shoulders instead and kissing at his clavicle, watching the way Matsukawa's hips stutter into his own, his pretty cock so nice and hot and slick against his own. "Issei, I'm gonna-”

Matsukawa kisses the words out of his mouth, teeth knocking into his own before latching onto his bottom lip and tugging. Hanamaki groans, fingers clutching tighter into his flesh. "Me too," Matsukawa hisses lowly, reaching down with his other hand to press and swipe at the heads of their cocks. "Give it to me, pretty boy."

Hanamaki doesn't have to see his face to know that it's punctuated by a cocky smirk. The coil in his belly snaps, and he cums with a high, keening kind of sound that he's almost sure he's never made before, spilling over his own stomach and Matsukawa's.

"Good boy," Matsukawa all but growls, stroking him through it even as Hanamaki's tremors shake them both, even as Hanamaki's grip on him becomes bruising. He takes it in stride, letting go of Hanamaki's flagging cock to squeeze and pull at his own, using Hanamaki's cum to ease the slide of his fist. With just a few more pumps, he gasps, jaw slacking, and ruts his hips forward into Hanamaki's as he cums, painting their skin once more with his own release.

"Fuck, Hiro," Matsukawa breathes, his head falling to Hanamaki's shoulder as he catches his breath.

Hanamaki laughs lightly, exhaustion slowly seeping into his bones. He holds Matsukawa close, letting him melt into his embrace, neither of them acknowledging the sticky mess between them as they both try to steady their breathing.

When Matsukawa finally lifts his head, that lopsided grin is back. He stares at Hanamaki for a long moment, heavy-lidded eyes sparkling with that same fondness as before, inexplicably warm, too oddly familiar. The same look he gives you. The same one he's given his best friend for most of their adult lives thus far.

Hanamaki's heart flutters. Something warm and pleasant surges up from his chest and he suddenly feels like crying, but he's stubborn enough to hold it in.

It isn't hard when he feels so content, so light, he thinks he might start floating.

"Guess we should clean up?" Matsukawa murmurs, fingers tracing random patterns into his lower back, unperturbed by Hanamaki's life-changing revelations, the wide range of emotions ebbing and flowing behind his eyes.

Hanamaki clears his throat, unable to hide the dopey smile that takes over his face. "Yeah, let me-" He tries to shift from Matsukawa's grasp, but Matsukawa keeps him in place with a palm flat across his chest.

"Stay," he says, pecking at the tip of Hanamaki's nose, chuckling when he wrinkles it. Matsukawa grips his hips and steps back, then dips his head down to trail his lips down his chest, soft smile turning a little more mischievous against his skin when Hanamaki's fingers automatically tangle into his hair. He makes his way down slowly, letting Hanamaki lean back with his elbows on the counter behind him. Matsukawa then bends at the waist and starts lapping up the mess on Hanamaki's stomach, the combination of their releases.

Hanamaki gasps above him, and Matsukawa glances up slyly, winks for good measure. Hanamaki blushes from the tips of his ears down to his neck, looking off to the side in embarrassment, now painfully aware that his pants were still around his legs to some extent when Matsukawa slides them the rest of the way down and to the floor without displacing himself, and makes him step out of them.

Matsukawa takes his sweet time, humming pleasantly and pressing his lips to his skin after every languid lick, making Hanamaki shiver when he pulls away and his hot tongue gives way to cool air. Matsukawa glides his teeth over his stomach, making to bite at it, but Hanamaki pulls at his hair and makes him groan.

When Hanamaki feels like his face might explode from how hot it feels, he tugs Matsukawa up. He finds his discarded shirt and swipes roughly at Matsukawa's abdomen, making him chuckle heartily. Matsukawa grabs his wrist before he pulls away completely and gives him a quick kiss, only pressing more into the corners of his mouth when Hanamaki grumbles about how they should shower.

"We should hit up the convenience store," Matsukawa says as he follows Hanamaki to the bathroom, only letting him lead the way to smack his ass playfully.

"Issei!" Hanamaki flinches, tries to be menacing when he turns to face him, but it must look silly with how red his face already is.

Matsukawa makes no effort to apologize. Instead he raises his eyebrow tauntingly, licks his lips as if- "I'm still hungry," he continues.

Hanamaki sighs, wondering how he himself had started with that thought, and somehow ended up here.

But when Matsukawa flashes him that smirk, looks at him like that, he can't deny that he wouldn't have it any other way.

You don't believe it when Matsukawa texts you that Hanamaki had sucked him off in the kitchen, claiming there is no visual proof to make it undeniably true.

When you buy dinner, as promised, and meet up with them as they're leaving the convenience store, pinkies linked and eyes as bright and gooey as ever when they see you, and when they're with each other, you understand. There's an air of pure bliss, the kind you feel when you discover something new and exciting that you know you'll adore.

And you're all too familiar with their post-orgasmic looks.

The marks you know you hadn't made peeking out from beneath each of their collars is just the cherry on top.

You ask them for an encore as soon as you get home.

Matsukawa agrees immediately, after kissing you just to take your breath away. Hanamaki blushes, tries to hide it under his hand, until you force him to face you and kiss him just to make him blush a little deeper.

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a/n: thanks for reading!! i truly appreciate all the love the first one got, i read all of the reblog tags and smile and blush abt them for days :') and ofc feel free to hop into my inbox for random thoughts + opinions

#o man this was as much of a monster to write as the first one #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #matsuhana #wtf is the official ship name lol #matsukawa smut #hanamaki smut #matsukawa x hanamaki #haikyuu smut #ns.fw #ten.writes #i hope yall like this one too it drained me just as much ajkshddc #big skull emoji #also sry it took so fuckin long i d*ed abt 87x since starting it #issei #haikyuu #nsfw.

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