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mulberrysilk · 4 years ago

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—12:05 am

Matsukawa Issei x f!reader (ft. Makki)

summary: ( post time skip ) He loved to tease you. Didn’t matter when, where or why. He just wanted to. He loved you of course but he also loved how needy you become after pushing your buttons which was so easy since you were such a crybaby. But he loved that too. It was supposed to be another normal night out with friends but for some reason, he felt particularly meaner tonight.

warnings : pwp, mean dom!Mattsun , mean dom!Makki, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamic, slight degradation, cuckholding, breeding kink, fingering, public setting, car sex, spanking , overstimulation, blowjob, kinda mind break? kind of birthday sex cause it’s like before his bday

words: 5.5k

a/n: so yeah, this came about because it was Mattsun day, so I just had to write it. Supposed to be a Mattsun centric fic where he’s just being a mean dom, but I just had to add Makki to the fray cause idk they’re like a packaged deal asdfghjkl anyways! enjoy lovely people!!! this just proves that my recent obsession are these two

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Leg bouncing underneath the table, you glanced at the clock in the other end of the bar and sighed when you saw it’s barely been fifteen minutes since you got here with your boyfriend and his fellow tall towering friends.

He’s been at it for 5 minutes. It all started with his hand on your thigh, thumb caressing the smooth skin and him making a side comment about how short your skirt was but obviously, he really didn’t mind it, it was convenient for him.

Your body jolted when he sped up his massages on your clit, your lip between your teeth as you held back a moan. You kept trying to swat his hand away but Issei was adamant about playing with you while he hung out with his friends.

Issei moved the fabric to the side, the cold air blowing against your now exposed folds but the coolness quickly disappeared when his warm fingers slotted themselves between them, collecting your embarrassingly quick arousal and spreading it all over your pussy.

You shifted in your seat, thighs shutting close but Issei threw down at you a look of disapproval that sent a shiver down your spine and you, obediently inched your thighs apart while his sharp gaze softened and a small smile formed on his face, the lighting hitting his features in all the right places.

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

“If she was so great what was her name?” Iwaizumi threw a curveball at him, directly striking Oikawa whose nose scrunched up as he tried to remember her name. Hanamaki chuckled, his chin resting on the palm of his hand and lazily rolling the liquid in his glass around, the banter between Oikawa and Iwa never ceasing even after all these years.

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

“Are you okay Y/N?” Hanamaki suddenly asked, all their eyes on you now.

Mattsun grinned at your wide-eyed expression, like a deer caught in headlights. Your pink cheeks could be easily taken as an effect from the half-empty glass on the table.

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

Makki’s brows raised, warmth rising up to his cheeks at how that little exclamation sounded far from innocent. Was it just him who heard that? Or...

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

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

“Gosh, you two make me so jealous,” Makki whined, ruffling his own hair. “You guys are just literally everything I want in a relationship. The last girl I went out with kept bringing up how I should get a stable job. We didn’t last more than three months. But the sex was great.”

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

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

“We can tell,” the three of them said in unison making Issei laugh heartily and you blush even more. You would usually try to defend yourself but you couldn’t think straight with how Issei was thrusting his fingers in and out of your drooling cunt.

“Always needs me to do everything for her, don’t I, baby?” He cooed but it was far from reassuring.

You tried to throw him a glare but it immediately melted into the expression he knew so well, pinched brows and your lips parted, tongue almost poking out of them, and your sweet eyes having that pleasing look to them.

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

“Am I?” He pulled out abruptly only to give a harsh slap to your pussy, making your hips writhe. The chatter from around and the bass of the music that pumped through the bar easily hid the sound of his smack that almost made you cum.

You were definitely going to get spanked when you got home if you say anything further, he might even make you count each slap and make you start again if you missed one.

“But she’s a good girl, just like she always has been since high school,” Issei added his eyes on his friend’s expressions that were far too curious about his sex life with you. “Plus, she gives immaculate head.” He praised proudly, fingers resuming to soothingly rub your aching nub.

Makki groaned in frustration, head falling onto the table as he threw a little fit. Whilst Oikawa gazed at you in a way he did back in the day, the way where he wanted to have a bite of you too but Issei had beat him to it. Iwaizumi on the other hand was red in the face and was looking away, drinking his beer in an attempt to make his silence less awkward.

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

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

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

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

“Just want Issei,” you let out, voice barely above a whisper as your hips began to hump against his hand, to stuff his digits deeper inside you but he had abruptly halted his ministrations.

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

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

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

“You sure, chibi-chan?”

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

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

You wished he didn’t do that because you had an iron grip on his hand now as Issei plunged three digits into you, his pace unrelenting. The stretch didn’t hurt, it was far from being painful, Issei’s cock was still a challenge even after being together for so long but you knew he loved that. He loved it when you whined and cried at how big he was, how he stretched your little cunt, and how you could feel him nudging against your womb.

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

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

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

“Iwa-chan!” He whined.

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

“Cum all over my fingers,” Issei whispered in your ear seductively, grinning at how your legs were opened wide for him now compared to how it was a while ago when you were trying to close them to stop him. “Won’t punish you when we get home, I promise. I’ll be nice and give it to you nice and deep. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

He said all this in the midst of Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s bickering and you nodded quickly, all coherent thoughts out the window and a pool of heat boiling in your core as you thought about later. You wanted exactly what he said. You wanted his fat cock to stuff your cunny full of his hot cum.

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

You never understood how your body always followed his commands. Everything about you just craved for him and it showed when your walls clamped around his fingers, and your legs attempted to snap close as you came.

Panting over his shoulder and shivering from your orgasm, so lost in the bliss of it, that you had completely forgotten that you were holding Hanamaki’s hand who winced at how tight you had gripped him.

Issei smirked at his best friend and the strawberry blond whose eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets because he knew that smug look all too well, choked on his drink. Makki’s knee brushed against your own and you flinched, sensitive to anything and everything that would come in contact with your body. Makki knew that you did that after se-- How did he know that? Oh well, that’s because he picked up on it after several times of coming to yours and Issei’s place with his own key late at night. He noticed that every time you two went at it, you’d wince and your smile would falter when Issei or he touched you.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, don’t worry about me, Iwa. Worry about Makki, who’s gonna freeload off of me again and not pay for gas.” Issei threw a look at Makki who still held your hand that you squeezed gently for comfort. Your boyfriend removed his coat and draped It over your shoulders as the two of you got up, Makki following suit and sandwiching you between them protectively.

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

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

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

“See you later guys,” Oikawa waved as the three of you stepped out of the bar and onto the parking lot, the cold mid-autumn air making you wish you had worn tights.

You went to open the passenger seat, wanting to curl up in its warmth but Issei stopped you.

“Sit in the back with Makki,” he commanded with a kiss to your forehead before sliding into the driver’s seat, not even allowing a millisecond for you to protest.

You did as he said and stumbled a little in your heels but Makki was there to catch you should you fall.

The car ride was almost silent were it not for the music on the radio softly humming. Head resting against the headrest, you rubbed your thighs together and shivered slightly at the dampness of your underwear that had become cold, a mess that Issei had created. You wondered if Issei would be gentle tonight...or be rough and mean, either way, you didn’t feel less loved.

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

“Hm?” You made a sound, alerting him that you were still awake.

The lamplights that he drove past by flickered against your bodies and lit up spots in the car momentarily. Issei switched off the radio. He only ever called you honey when he was going to ask something of you or was in a particular mood that you could never predict but half of the time it lead to sex.

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

“Honey, could you do me favor?”

You softly rubbed your eye, Issei watching you through the rearview mirror, heart melting at how you almost appeared to be like a lost puppy but with the will and eager to please.

“Suck Makki’s dick.”

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

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

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

“Y/N, you don’t have to!” He blurted out, heels digging into the car floor and trying to back away from you despite his cock hardening with the mere brush of your fingers.

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

Tugging the hem of his trousers down, your dainty hand wrapped around his growing erection, swelling with every passing second. His head was thrown back as his breathing became ragged.

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s good isn’t she?” Mattsun hummed, feeling himself get hard at the sound of you eagerly giving Hanamaki head. He can imagine how your tongue must be swirling around him and how you hollowed your cute cheeks as you tried to take him further down your mouth till his cock hit the back of your throat, moaning at the feeling rather than squirming away when you had first started to learn to give head.

“Ah, shit. Shit, fuck! Just like that,” Makki uttered, hips jutting upwards into your throat and hissing when your it tightened around him when he did. Through heavy-lidded eyes he did a quick look over at you, getting turned on even more, to see your hand between your thighs, playing with your cunt as you bobbed your head up and obediently, his gaze lingering on the glistening slick between your inner thighs.

“Good girl.” Mattsun praised, thumbs drumming on the steering wheel, excited to get home and have you begging beneath him like a bitch in heat to fuck you hard into the mattress till you were begging to be filled with his cum. His smile dropped when he saw your hand between your thighs and immediately one hand left the steering wheel to smack your behind, making you cry out around Makki’s cock.

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

You pulled away from Makki’s cock, knowing he’d get mad if you didn’t answer, allowing the strawberry blond to catch his breath and catch a glimpse of the string of your drool and his pre-cum, connecting from the tip of his cock and your lips.

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

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

“Oi, Mattsun--,”

“Because I need daddy.”

Makki’s eyes shut at the way that nickname rolled of your tongue so sweetly. He’s heard you cry and moan it out through the walls but it was muffled, and right here right now was the real deal, and it was twisting his desire.

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

“‘M’not a slut,” you sniffled, your hunger for Issei’s touch and your ache for release overwhelming you. Hanamaki wanted to wrap his arms around you to comfort you but he was a bit hesitant to intervene between you and Mattsun.

“I bet you wanted to have Oikawa too hm? Lied right in front of my face that you only wanted daddy but I bet you wanted him to fuck you. Greedy little slut.”

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

“I know I did but you touched yourself when I told you not to whether I’m around or not,” Mattsun’s voice was stern and your heart was racing in your chest, eagerly waiting for him to tell you what you could do to atone for your mistake. You didn’t want him to spank you.

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

Makki was getting so turned on between yours and Mattsun’s exchange that he was so so so close to just pinning you down the plush leather seats and fucking you raw. But Mattsun was in a particularly mean mood tonight. He was going to make his pillow princess earn it.

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

Makki took your hand and wrapped it around his cock, guiding it up and down, making you look away from him, trying to hide your face in the shadows.

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

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

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

“Like I said, a greedy. little. slut.” Mattsun repeated, each accentuated word making you flinch but your fear melted away when Makki began rubbing your clit. You leaned against him, breasts pressed against his arm and your knees digging into the seat. “Answer Issei’s question baby. I don’t think you want to make him madder than he is now.”

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

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

“Wasn't so hard now was it?” Mattsun sighed, tugging at his pants and readjusting his cock that strained against the fabric, well more like bulged against it. He knew if you saw the imprint of his cock, you’d be drooling and on your knees, face pressed onto the floor with ass up in the air, spreading your lower lips and begging him to put it in you.

But he was driving and the ride home was a solid 45-minute drive from Shibuya.

He guessed today was Makki’s lucky day.

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

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

He wrapped his hand around his cock, the other gripping your hips to prevent you from moving, making you whine. Why were they being so mean? Your legs shivered when Makki began slapping his cock on your clit.

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

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

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

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

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

Issei’s praise made your heart swell and your already foggy mind that he over the years, unknowingly conditioned to cater for him, told you to try to hold back just a little longer because if you were good, daddy would be nice and sweet.

“Issei,” you murmured, turning to look at him but before you could meet his eyes in the mirror, Hanamaki slammed you down onto his lap, your ass colliding on his thighs as he plunged his cock into you, a cry ripping your vocal folds.

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

“S-so deep,” you exhaled shakily. “T-too much...can feel you inside.” Your body had collapsed into him now, the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix. He wasn’t as wide as Issei but he was just as lengthy, and he easily reached the same exact spots that would have you gushing around him in minutes.

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

At the next stoplight on the empty road, Issei took a glance, eyes darkening when he saw the ring of creamy white around the base of Makki’s cock.

“Greedy little whore,” he spat, landing another smack on your ass but not as hard as he does when he punished you, it was the slap that he knew would have you creaming even more around Makki’s cock.

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

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

“Need to cum, please. L-let me cum. Daddy please!” You babbled, tears and your mascara running down your cheeks the slight restriction of airflow to your lungs making the heat in your core intensify even more.

Makki groaned when you had addressed him as so, Issei’s ears picking it up instantly as the sound easily bounced off the walls of the car while Makki bounced you harder onto his cock, your clit colliding every so often on his pelvis making you keen.

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

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

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

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

“S-shit, she’s sucking me in. Fuck— so tight!” Makki guided your hips faster.

You chanted over and over like you were losing your mind. Babbling about how good he felt inside, how you wanted to be stuffed full of his hot cum as Issei does, and how desperate you were to cum.

Then, the knot inside of you. finally. snapped. Back arched into Makki and head thrown back, your mouth hung open as you clamped around him, your hips convulsing as the release you’ve been delayed of finally struck you. And it struck you hard.

But then you began to shake even more, Makki was still thrusting in and out of you, overstimulating you as he chased his release. Pistoning so quick until thick hot ropes of his cum shot into your velvety walls that still gripped him with such vice.

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

“Fuck,” Makki hissed, eyes glancing to where you two were still connected, your essence a mess between your inner thighs and his lap, and the best of all, with his cock still deep inside of you, his cum seeped out of your abused pink entrance. “Good girl.” Hanamaki praised, wrapping his arms around you till you recovered, pressing kisses all over your face and thumbs soothingly caressing your hip bone. “Such a good girl for us.”

Mattsun pulled up to the parking lot, the timing just right. The windows had fogged up due to the heat exerted from yours and Makki’s body, and the car smelled like sex. The vehicle halted its vibrations as he removed the key from the ignition, and with the sweetest smile looked at you and Makki as if he wasn’t absolutely mean to you earlier.

“She’s good isn’t she?”

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

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

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy will fuck you nice and hard too.” He smiled, wiping the mascara ink from your cheeks with the pad of this thumb.

Your stomach flipped when you thought of Issei having his turn. You were already so tired and blissed out from Hanamaki, who now as he carried you bridal style in his arms wrapped in Issei’s coat, appeared so sweet and kind, pressing a kiss on your forehead every step of the way to the bedroom. You couldn’t believe you had sex with him...you couldn’t believe how his dominating side turned you on and how you wanted to be used by him again.

But all thoughts of Hanamaki were stripped away the same time Mattsun ripped your blouse apart and tugged your skirt and cum stained panties down your trembling legs, grabbed you by the ankles, and dragged you to the edge of the bed. Whilst Makki was laid comfortably near the pillows while your lower body dangled off the bed, the fat head of Mattsun’s cock teasing your entrance that was now drooling with arousal again and Makki’s cum.

“So, so, so messy,” he tutted, smacking your rear once again, the skin turning a bright shade of red, and before any more droplets of Makki’s cum goes to waste, Mattsun shoved it back in by burying his fat cock inside you in an instant, not giving you the pleasure of adjusting to him and already began rutting into you.

Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white as his pelvis and his balls slammed against your ass, a mix of his name and ‘daddy’ falling from your lips like a broken mantra.

Makki watched with a smug look on his face, enjoying the way your face contorted so obscenely with each thrust, already fucked out and begging for more. And to think he only used to overhear the two of you going at it when he walked into your shared apartment like it was his own. Now he gets to watch and even better, get to fuck you too.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” Issei grunted, hand wrapping around the nape of your neck, pressing down to keep you still. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your whiny little moans filling the room.

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

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

And when you felt Issei’s hips stutter and unload inside of you, you were in cloud nine. Your body convulsed from your own orgasm and you laid limp on the bed, trying to catch your breath as his cum overflowed inside of you. You were even a little sad that some of his cum would drip out and go to waste but the way he was kissing along your shoulder blades told you that he was happy. He was satisfied.

Matsukawa Issei can be a mean tease but he was still your man, your lover, your best friend—and you’d do anything for him. Blissed out, he carried you in his arms laying your head on the soft cloudy pillow, Hanamaki caressing your lower abdomen lovingly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear while Issei began his aftercare routine. They talked to each other while he cleaned you up so gently like you were a China doll, their words not really heard and not processed in your brain.

Just before your heavy eye lids could shut close, you caught a glimpse of the clock hanging above the bathroom door.

12:05 am

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

“What is it, baby?” He asked, lying down on your left, his face hovering over yours. The mop of curly dark brown hair on his head was a mess and his thick brows were raised conveying an uninterested expression but his eyes were vibrant and warm, and his smile was gentle...it was pure.

With whatever strength you had left, you cupped his cheek and managed a small smile that radiated nothing but your love.

“Happy birthday.”

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mulberrysilk · 4 years ago

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matsukawa smut where hes rough asf please please please

you make me vicious

Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader

a/n : Ahhhh I know I haven’t be active recently but I saw this in my asks and began mindlessly writing, and I was surprised everything just flowed out afsgshdj also those three ‘please’s? Mattsun will have you begging him to stop. I fricking’ love Mattsun and his cream puff loving boyfie. Also the title is a lyric from a song by Halestorm, I just thought it suited Mattsun hee hee

cw: hard Dom!Mattsun, pwp, degradation, bondage, size kink, rough sex, spanking, overstimulation, mind break, praise kink, breeding kink, use of vibrator bzzz bzzz

“No, no, no, we’re not done yet,” he tutted, clicking his tongue in disapproval, his thick fingers gripping your chin as your eye lids fluttered, struggling to stay conscious. Your body was limp against the mattress, only your thighs still trembled and twitched as the buzzing of the toy still pressed to your cloth covered core, sent waves of mind fogging pleasure through you.

This was the third (or was it fourth?), orgasm he’s pulled from you, without using his tongue nor cock. You were deprived of it. Your cheeks were stained with tears, your moans and pleas were muffled by his silk tie that he had worn that day to work.

Issei moved the vibrator away from your cunt, a large exhale leaving you as you tried to recover from the way he’s been edging and making you cum for the last hour. He watched as your body curled into itself, arms still tightly bound behind your back as you breathed through the gag while he eyed the soaked cute cotton panties you had worn today.

Without letting you catch your breath, he spread your thighs apart and pressed the pad of his finger against your clit making you whimper and pathetically try to wriggle away from him, still so sensitive.

“You’re so wet. You made a mess all over our bed,” he teased, heat collecting in your cheeks at the truth. Your inner thighs were slick and sticky with your cum, and the fabric of your underwear and the bed were beginning to get cold. He had caused you to make such a mess.

“Mhm..sowwy...”

You muffled your apologies over and over, sobbing as your body was overstimulated and still needy for more. The toy he used couldn’t compare to the way he would have you come undone with his fat cock. You didn’t know if you were crying because it was too utterly much or because you wanted your boyfriend to stretch your clenching walls with his cock. To give the real release he’s made your body crave.

“Are you saying sorry?” Issei raised a brow, thumb caressing the bone of your hip, his other hand on one of your tits, tugging and rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers.

You nodded quickly, begging for mercy with your eyes, the look in them only making Issei enjoy this so much more than he thought he would. “Such a little slut for me aren’t you?” A sharp smack resounded through the room as you yelped into the gag, thighs clenching when he had struck your aching cunt . “I can probably make you cum like this too right?” He slapped your core again, a moan and cry mixing together as you struggled against his leather belt, his words making you shiver with shame and lust.

Mattsun’s touch left you momentarily, only to slip your panties down your legs and discarding them somewhere in the darkened room. Your thighs instinctively moved to close but he slapped them from doing so, your body arching off the bed when he did.

His thumb gently opened the lips of your cunny, to see how pink, swollen and slick you were. Your heart raced in your chest when you saw his tongue dart out to lick his lower lip, hoping he’d use that now instead of that stupid little toy.

You begged him through the gag, your whiny mumbles and pleas easily conveyed to him and you saw his eyes soften for bit. Those same eyes that looked on you with such adoration when you tell him about your day or whenever he comes home.

He undid the gag around your mouth and took your lips in his, not giving you a moment to breathe as he hungrily attacked your mouth with his skilled tongue, your eyes heavy lidded in this drunken like state as you breathed him in.

Mattsun abruptly pulled back, the sweet aura disappearing so suddenly as his lips were curved into a malicious smirk as he ran the silky fabric of his neck tie against your inner thigh.

“You didn’t think I’d go that easy on you ,did you?” He cooed, his tone lacking empathy and warmth. “Only took this off so I can hear you scream.”

“I-Issei,” you stuttered, thighs clenching together in anticipation.

Flipped onto your back, he pushed your head down onto the mattress, a helpless whimper sounding from you as he admired the way his belt bound your wrists.

He brought his palm hard against the flesh of your ass making you shriek and wriggle at the stinging pain. Mattsun growled and took a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back to have your back arch even more, showing him your glistening cunt.

“You’re fucking dripping. I made you cum four times and you’re still fucking greedy for more. Do you want my cock that badly?” He teased, slapping his stiff, hot, length against your pussy, the familiar warmth making you shamelessly inch back to sink him inside of you but he only landed another smack on your rear and tugged at your hair even more. “Greedy little cock slut,” he spat, teasing the head of his cock on your clit.

“Need you inside me please, need your cock, Issei, please, please, fuck me, please,” you babbled, sniffling against the pillow when he left your head drop back into the cushion only to have a steady grip on your hip.

“I like you begging,” he purred, lining himself at your entrance. “Do it again. C’mon. Tell me how much you want me to stuff this slutty pussy with my cock.”

Your walls clenched around nothing, your thighs trembled as you lost all pride, your thoughts only clouded and filled with the need of him inside of you, and being the obedient girl your were, you begged again.

Only this time, you didn’t get to utter more than three words because you were interrupted when he suddenly sheathed himself all the way inside of you in one swift thrust, and didn’t waste time in rearing his hips back to begin pounding into you mercilessly.

“Issei!” You cried out, walls stinging at the sudden intrusion and yet easily welcomed and hugged so snuggly by your velvety walls. Even after all this time, he was still so hard to adjust to.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, rutting into you like a beast in heat, moans and incoherent babbles leaving you as the resounding smacks of his hips against your skin filled the room.

“S’too much—gonna break—Issei!” Your eyes were rolling back at the overwhelming pleasure that consumed you, one that was far more intense than the ones earlier.

“Shut up,” he hissed, accentuating a couple more harder thrusts, brushing against your g-spot over and over. “You wanted this. Now take it.”

Your lower lips were split around his cock and the sight of how you did your best to accommodate his size only spurred him on. His length was completely slick with your arousal that there was glimpses of the sticky trail of essence connected between his skin and yours. ‘God, how he loved you,’ he revelled as he fucked you dumb.

“I’m gonna fill this slutty pussy with my cum,” he declared, hands gripping your hips to pull you back further against him, cock nudging against your cervix. “Stuff you so full, you’ll be leaking for days.”

“Issei, Issei—so deep, s-so g-good, too much,” you panted against the sheets, so conflicted between how overwhelming and exciting his harshness was, and the delicious glide of his cock against your walls. “Cum inside me, please, fill me up with your cum, Issei. Please!” Your words left you without thought. Your toes curled and you whined as he pounded into you, the squelching wet sounds of your cunt and his feral grunts floating into one ear and out the other.

“Of course you’d want that. Fucking. Cum. Slut.” He scoffed, accentuating his thrust with each word. “Such a good fucking whore for me. Gonna let me breed you huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babbled, the coil inside of you wound up so tightly, ready to burst.

“Go on then, cum,” he hummed, groaning as your walls began to squeeze his cock even tighter. “Fuck.” Issei was gonna lose it, your were sucking him in, your walls vice like grip making his thrusts stutter in its fast rhythmic pace. He was close too but not like you were, you were just letting him use you like you were a doll, and most nights, you were his cute little doll. His princess. But could you really blame him from wanting to be mean to his spoiled, tooth rotting sweet, girlfriend?

His hand snaked it’s way around you, travelling south to your puffy clit, rubbing fast tight circles on the swollen nub, the pressure in your core increasing a thousand fold.

“Issei!” You cried out one last time as your body convulsed, walls clamping around him so tightly Issei struggled to pull back and keep thrusting. White enveloped your vision as your orgasm ripped through your body, your release like coming for a breath of air from being under water and the tingling waves of pleasure like the comforting warmth of the morning sun.

You were so caught up in your orgasm, you hadn’t realised Mattsun had stopped moving and had released your wrists from its binds.

He repositioned you onto your back and captured your lips in a kiss, slipping back into your spasming cunt, fucking you just as hard and beginning to chase his release but this time, instead of harsh filthy words spewing from his lips, sweet praises filled your ears.

“Good girl, so fucking perfect for me aren’t you? You did so well, baby,” he rasped in between kisses, soft moans still spilling from your lips as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Fuck—so fucking, perfect,” he grunted, his last final thrusts becoming shallow before he spilled inside of you.

The warmth of his hot cum filling up your womb and spilling out your cunt made you exhale in bliss. Something about it and knowing it was Issei, was comforting and made your heart swell with more love for him. Your legs wrapped around his waist savouring how deep and warm he was inside of you, burying your nose into the crook of his neck as he gently rode out his high.

But once again, such a sweet moment didn’t last long. It wouldn’t. Not when Mattsun was in this mood.

He untangled himself from you to walk over across the room and your limbs fell limp against the mattress, you breathing heavy and mind still dizzy from all that’s happened. Your eyes began to shut from exhaustion but he tugged at your ankles, pulling you till your legs hung off the edge of the bed, your abused hole contracting as the excess of his cum spilled.

“Issei?” You weakly murmured, eyes squinting to make out his long broad frame and his cock still hard and erect against his abdomen. He took a long drag of his cigarette, the rush of nicotine making him hum before he took a good look at your fucked out state.

With the lit cigarette between his lips, his hands hooked themselves beneath your knees and pushed them up to you chest, exposing your cum stained cunt to his predatory gaze.

Your body shivered when you felt the heavy weight of his shaft against your folds once more, your clit pulsating hard from oversensitivity, you couldn’t help but wince and look up at with him with wide doe eyes.

“What?” He raised a brow, his voice deep and huskier with smoke that began to waft through the air. “I told you I was going to breed this pretty little cunt,” he grinned, caressing your lower belly where your womb would be. “I’m far from finished with you.”

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mulberrysilk · 4 years ago

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makki finds out you have a thing for his voice, and utilizes this information in the most devilish way possible. he'll be more vocal in bed, praising you and degrading you, because he knows you'll enjoy it as long as you can hear his voice. sometimes, when he knows you're at work, he'll send you audio clips of his moans while he jacks off. and he knows you love it when he fingers you in public and whispers in your ear about how naughty you are to be enjoying this when someone could see you.

Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader

Contains : Makki’s sexy ass voice, public sex, slight degradation, cockwarming, Makki sending you vids of him while you’re at work

words : 3.2k

a/n: Okay I found this sexy af and totally something Makki will tease you non stop about but enjoys taking advantage of it. I didn’t expect it have become this long hahah I just really liked it HAHA and got carried away.

tw: public sex, phone sex, degradation kink, praise kink, Makki being a sexy suave prince

“So if I say,”

You took a breath. Here he goes again.

His hot breath was against your ear, body barely even touching yours but still never failing to make your thighs involuntarily rub against each other,

“I want you on our bed, naked...,” he husked, already making your chest rise and fall heavily, the reaction causing a smirk to tug on his lips and lower his already deep voice even more. “...and lick the cream of profiteroles off of you. You’ll do it?” Then he added the cherry on top. “Baby?”

You rolled the magazine in your hands, gripping it as you felt warmth embarrassingly quickly collect in your lower belly, and despite the trance, you were in at the mere timbre of his voice, almost making you agree to that little fantasy of his.

His warm fingers crept to your thigh, thumb caressing your skin with the intention to travel up to discover if you were wearing lace, silk or cotton panties today. Or if you were even wearing anything at all beneath his old Aoba Johsai t-shirt.

That was the plan… until you whacked him with the magazine. Cheeks burning you pushed him away as he howled with laughter.

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

“H-Hiro, stop it,” you whined, curling to the corner of the couch and hugging your knees to your chest.

You wished you never told him how much you had adored his voice. One drunken night where you had spilt and gushed about how much you loved his voice and how you’d get wet whenever he’d whisper anything in your ear. Stupid drunken confessions.

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

“Awe baby, I’m sorry. C’mere,” he held his arms open for you, beckoning you into them as you glared at him, doing your best to avoid his teasing but your resolve crumbled, and you embraced him.

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

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

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

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

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

You totally didn’t agree because of the way he said it was so...sexy. Definitely not.

You were wrong. It was definitely because of his voice.

His tongue licked along your breasts, sucking your erect sensitive nipples when it pleased him, the remnants of the sticky sweet melted sugar making Makki hum.

“They do taste sweeter,” his eyes shimmered at his discovery, his full attention on your breasts not even touching you below the waist and you were all hot and bothered now.

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

“How badly baby? Tell me how much you want me to touch you,” he husked in your ear, the sound waves of his voice vibrating throughout you.

You bit your lip, too shy to say it but the following words he said that tone, the specific one that would have you putty in his hands, you caved in.

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

“Touch me please, Hiro, I need you,” you whined, wrapping your arms around him to feel his body against yours and moaning a little when you felt the shape of his cock straining against his boxers. “Please, f-fuck me.”

Makki’s throat dried at how needy you looked up at him, it was so sexy. Fuck, he was going to use the power of his voice to his advantage. He repressed a groan only to escape him when his hand slipped into your panties and felt how drenched your folds were.

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

You eagerly nodded.

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

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

“Use your words, Y/N.”

He knew you were shy when it came to dirty talk, it was endearing really. But with his voice, you were melting into him so easily. This sense of power was new to him and if you think he wasn’t going to abuse it you were wrong.

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

“Baby, I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” He gently gripped your chin to make you look at him, body electrified and begging for more. “Unless you don’t want to cum at all...” Makki knew he was being a little mean but he was enjoying this, and he was curious to know the extent of how weak you were for his voice.

He pulled away and immediately you clung onto him, close to tears as you sought for release.

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

Was this how much he really riled you up? He’s never seen you like this before. So needy. So desperate. He loved it. It was an addictive rush that he wanted to feel over and over again.

“Of course you want that,” he kissed your cheek that was wet from tears. “You’re greedy for your little cunt to be stuffed, hm? What a little whore.” His words sliced through you but you felt your core throb at them.

He lined the bulbous tip of his hardened cock at your entrance, teasingly pushing against your entrance but never fully going in, making you whine. Makki half expected for you to hit him for teasing you but no, you were pliant beneath him, so utterly submissive. Was he going to keep teasing you till you cried? Nah, he didn’t have the heart to do that besides any chance to fuck you was literally heaven for him. So when you’re lips parted and eyes fluttered close to finally feel him sink into you inch by inch, it’s like he fell in love with you again.

He was definitely never going to let this go

It even escalated to him replying or leaving you voice messages, and they were far from innocent. The first time that happened you were at work and you thanked whatever God there was that the office was empty during that time because you’re boyfriend straight up sent you a voice recording of him, moaning and grunting your name.

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

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

You opened the next one, making sure that everyone was still out on their lunch break.

An image was attached and you squeezed your thighs together at the sight of his toned abdomen and that dominant v-line that forced your eyes to go lower only to see the imprint of his cock hard in his briefs. You felt your mouth water...and playing the audio message, you bit your lip.

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

His voice. His god damn voice. It was your kryptonite. You didn’t even know why. You don’t know why the sound of his voice made your heart race, why it made your core collect so easily with warmth and why you loved to just hear him.

“Yes...”, you had whispered to yourself, feel your body grow hot underneath your blouse and pencil skirt.

And when he was done, the smug bastard, knowing the effect he had on you, even sent another picture. His cock dripping with cum and his abs painted with them, making you whine involuntarily. Almost brattily at how it should his cum should be inside you instead.

When you did get home, Hanamaki had the audacity to act as if he didn’t just do that. His ever-present smirk was on his laid back unamused expression and just smiled at you.

“Welcome home,” he lazily and nonchalantly greeted you.

Makki was more than happy that you dropped your bag at the door and crashed your lips onto his, missing the grin he wore in between kisses.

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

That’s how you ended up more than once with him, knuckle deep into your pussy...in public. Your knees were trembling with every pump, his digits curling into the sweet spot inside of you making you lean back into him as you sat on his lap across his old highschool volleyball teammates who were completely unaware of how your boyfriend was about to make you cum on his fingers in public, again.

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

The youngster immediately got red in the face and nodded, the noise of the music in the bar downstairs still loud enough to have people raising their voices just a little so they could converse.

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

“Dude.”

You wondered if they were going to argue...Makki held out his arm, his hands balled into a fist. And you wanted to smack your boyfriend for fist-bumping Mattsun just because he said you were ‘smokin’.

“Boys...” you muttered to yourself, only to squeak and grip the edge of the table as Makki continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your dripping wet core.

“You okay?” Iwaizumi asked from beside Oikawa, and you plastered on a smile, nodding quickly so that he could look away. Look away so that he doesn’t see what Makki was doing to you...or what you were allowing Makki to do.

His fingers slipped out and you shivered at the sudden emptiness.

“Hiro?” You turned your face slightly only for his to meet yours in an abrupt kiss, a smile on his face as he readjusted you onto his lap. Your clothed pussy against his erection.

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

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

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

“Who are you? My mom?” Makki countered, the whole table laughing as Oikawa just blinked, offended.

In their laughter and the quick changing of subjects as they tried to catch up with each other, Makki was whispering in your ear. And if anyone would look at the two of you, it would look like Makki was just whispering sweet nothings in your ear or having those cute little romantic conversations that no one else can butt in on.

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

You were going to say no. No more. But he was sly...using his voice to lure you and bend you to his will. And yet, in a matter of seconds, his cock was buried inside your cunny, completely still and keeping him nice and warm.

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

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

“Someone could catch us if you’re not patient,” he hummed, prolonging the teasing and he held back his own groan when you rolled your hips just a little, a small sigh escaping you. “Impatient little thing,” he hissed, mercilessly rubbing your clit faster now, making your arms fall onto the table so you can hide your face in them.

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

“Shes great. She just had a little too much to drink,” Makki cooed, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You swore your lips were going to bleed with how hard you were biting it to hold back your moans, the coil inside of you tightening. Still, you wished his cock was thrusting in and out of you, your walls were squeezing him so hard, Makki swore he was going to cum with just how tight you were hugging his cock.

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

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

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

“You gonna cum for me?” He leaned close to your ear, your release near and the coil inside about to snap. You nod, hips bucking and moving on their own, the thrusts of his cock shallow yet still hitting that spot inside of you that will have you cumming in seconds. “If you’re not quiet, I won’t let you. You know the rules.”

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

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

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

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

Mattsun took another sip of his beer, playing it coolly like he doesn’t know. But he knew. He just had no business stopping the two of you...plus you looked so cute. Especially when your head angled up a little, eyes no longer hidden in your arms and accidentally meeting his gaze, your lips in an ‘o’ shape while you for a brief moment you saw white.

Your hips struggled to not shake from the sweet orgasm that finally rippled through your body, your face was even redder now since Issei knew...it was embarrassing. What would he think of you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were ready to do just that, shut them up with a quick-witted remark but you only squeaked, Hiro had rolled his hips upwards, his tip pushing against your cervix.

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

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

“Which one?”

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

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

“Lame...you know what I want.”

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

“Oh...” Makki’s voice dipped, your walls clenching around his length, a shaky breath leaving him. His hands found their way to your hips and gave them a gentle squeeze as he flashed you a smile. A smile that screamed trouble.

“Makki...” you began.

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

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

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

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

“This takes me back,” Oikawa sighed, the bickering between you and Makki, your boyfriend enjoying your cute and meek attempts to scold him.

You huffed until those two partners in crime gave up the idea and finally changed the subject. You had to draw the line somewhere right? There was no way Makki was going to convince you to a three-way with Mattsun...not that it was something terrible. It’s the rumoured size of his cock that made you hesitant and if Makki knew that was the reason, he’d tease you to no end.

And yet, with a few words and hot heavy touches a few days after, you found yourself on all fours, choking on your boyfriend’s cock while Mattsun stretched your dripping wet cunt.

🤷🏻‍♀️...oops? had to add some Makki and Mattsun crackhead energy. Needed some shits and giggles haha anywaysss hoped yall like this drabble that turned into a ficlet.

#hq.smut #💌.thirsts #tw.cockwarming #tw.public sex #tw.degradation #💍.matsukawa issei #💍.hanamaki takahiro #makki smut #mattsun smut #matsukawa issei smut #hanamaki takahiro smut #haikyuu smut #ficlets #hanamaki takahiro x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #Mattsun x reader #Makki x reader #💍.makki #💍.Mattsun

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mulberrysilk · 3 years ago

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in the crush universe what happens when iwa goes off to california more specifically what happens between issei and reader?

Oh my god. I haven’t thought about this! But Hmmm off the top of my head…

tw: dubcon, cheating, manipulation, coercion,

If Iwa doesn’t know what’s going on between Issei and you, he would leave you in none other than Issei’s and Makki’s care since him and Oikawa are going abroad. He wouldn’t truly understand why you had been hugging him so tightly the days prior to his flight, holding his hand the whole car ride to the airport and crying a little as you held onto him before the departure gate. He’d tell you he’d call you anytime he could and that he’d come home during the holidays, anything to soothe you but it didn’t help. Not when Issei’s gaze was just set on you as you bid farewell to your boyfriend. You were swallowed up in guilt and shame for letting whatever was going on with you and Issei last thing long.

“I’ll call you when I get to California baby,” Iwaizumi pressed a long kiss on your forehead before pressing his lips onto yours, remembering the way your lips feel. “I love you.”

“L-love you too, Haji,” you sniffles, hugging him tighter. “I’ll miss you so much.”

“I know baby,” he coos, pulling away a little to fix the sweater you wore, one of his. “I’ll be home for Christmass. That’s just four months away.”

He kisses you again and holds you just as tight as you had been hugging him before finally going to his departure gate, waving at you as you stand next to Mattsun and Makki. Unaware of how Mattsun’s hand placed on the small of your back had now moved to the curve of your ass.

The drive back to the apartment you shared with Iwa was silent, Makki and Mattsun having their own conversation that you didn’t really listen to opting for blanking out as you stared out the window.

But the moment you’re home, you’re gripping the edge of the couch as Issei pounds into you, urging you to be louder since the two of you don’t have to hide anymore. He’d twist Iwa’s words saying that he should take care of all your needs but a deep part of yourself knew that couldn’t be, and yet you couldn’t deny the way your body had become accustomed to Issei’s touch, becoming so sensitive when he caresses you or strokes your pussy with his long, thick fingers. And sometimes you wonder how it came to this, and if you could’ve stopped it or even wanted it to stop. But hush, for now, you should keep your voice levelled, Iwa might hear you through the phone, his talk of the campus being nice going in one ear and out the other, your mind too boggled with how Issei’s cock was pounding your quivering walls.

#tw.cheating #tw.dubcon #tw.manipulation #tw.coercion #crush.afterthoughts #💍.mattsun #💍.iwaizumi

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mulberrysilk · 4 years ago

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Mattsun and rough doggystyle *sigh* beautiful

Yes. Just yes.

tw: creampie, slight degradation

He just loves having you on all fours, just ready for the taking. In this way he can sink deeper inside you, have you screaming his name in ecstasy. Favors it even more so when you’re being a little bratty, he’ll fuck the fight out of you till you’re nothing but a drooling mess, begging and moaning out his name, because his name is the only coherent thought in that your could muster as his pistons in and out of you, his hands gripping your waist forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you. He’d relish in the way your cunt gripped him tighter and tighter as you gushed around him, making a mess between your inner thighs, til they were sticky and wet with your cum and his.

Sometimes he’d even answer phone calls like he wasn’t even fucking you that very moment. He wouldn’t even have to choose whether he’d cum in your cunt or on your back, to beautifully paint your walls or your skin white, he’d just do both. Cause like this, he has you reduced to nothing but his little slut.

( will also pepper you with kisses afterwards and hold you close, praising you with how well you take him )

#💌.thirsts #ns.fw #💍.matsukawa issei #Mattsun can do whatever he wants to me for all I care #funeral parlour? my Tim burton loving heart is simping #tw.degradation #tw.creampie #mattsun smut #hq.smut #matsukawa Issei smut #I crush on that man so hard #degradation.Mattsun #💍.mattsun

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4kaashl · 4 years ago

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KYO'S THE ONLY MAN EVER 🥺🥺🥺💍

also mattsun saying "ig strokes r contagious" made me SNORT LMAOSJSJSJSJS

® kiss, kiss, fall in love!

contagious strokes

series masterlist

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an: route section babey!! my little brain cannot handle four guys at once so i’m splitting them up into routes, one for each of the boys starting with you agreeing to one of their invitations (??) it may seem too early to be splitting it up but like i said i have 2 braincells and cannot focus teehee— feel free to read each route or just your favorite boy but if you’re looking for a more fluffy story, the yamaguchi and nishinoya routes are more suited for you. if you’re looking for angst and d r a m a, you’ll enjoy the sugawara and kageyama routes. let me know if you’d like to be added/removed from a specific route taglist!!

taglist: if your name is in bold, i cannot tag you and will remove you (tags continued in the replies)

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mulberrysilk · 4 years ago

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would makki be at any point become jealous of mattsun during their threesome plays? or even concerned you might like mattsun better? maybe there's already some kind of bro code in place. makki needs to be protected!

I agree! Makki needs to be protected. I love that man. And I just want to give him the attention and lvoe he deserves 😭

Most days he’s unfazed. Whenever he would come home to see you and Mattsun on the couch, watching tv, his friend’s arm draped across your shoulder the thought of how you two looked good together with arise. It wasn’t jealousy? It was insecurity but he’d never admit that out loud. Being a part of the 4 seniors in Seijoh’s line up, Oikawa and Iwaizumi shone brighter than he and Mattsun did, sort of embedded itself in his chest.

He and Mattsun were just ‘the other two’. But on the court they proved to those people that they were more than that.

He’s happy that you get along so well with his best friend. The three of you were the closest three friends could be without usually crossing the line that would lead to the occasional threesome. Hell, Makki didn’t really care if Issei would walk into your shared apartment like he lived there too, and catch him fucking you.

But Mattsun and Makki know each other well enough to know when things bother them. Even if Makki doesn’t say it, like you, Mattsun knows something is up.

There is a bro code. ‘Course there is. No matter how more than platonic some of yours and Mattsun’s interactions may be, you were wholeheartedly Makki’s. Mattsun made it a promise within himself to never kiss you on the lips. Never. The intimacy of a kiss belonged to only you and Makki.

In fact, Makki shouldn’t worry about you liking him better when you’re madly in love with the strawberry blond.

But Makki needed that reassurance even though he doesn’t say he does.

When those thoughts plagued Makki for days even though he shook them off as nothing, Mattsun will have you say you loved him.

Even if Mattsun was fucking you hard and slamming his thick fat cock into your sopping cunt, your eyes never looked at him the way you do at Makki ( much to his dismay). He’d intentionally go rougher so that you’d beg for comfort from your boyfriend, beg for him to kiss you. To make him feel needed, loved and all that from you would soothe Makki’s insecurities.

So, yes, at times Makki feels that way. Jokes about you leaving him for Mattsun and his horsecock but those thoughts are pushed aside when you tell him that you chose him, you dated him, you loved him.

#can we pls give Makki the love he deserves #🌸.anon #💍.hanamaki takahiro #💍.matsukawa issei #💍.Makki #💍.mattsun

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mulberrysilk · 4 years ago

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and then there were two

Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader

words : 1.5k (sorta rushed cause I needed to write it out before it disappears from my brain)

cw : stepcest, dubcon, pseudoincest,cream pie, slight degradation, mean Issei, manipulation, Makki and Issei. Yes these two are warning cause they are 🔥

a/n: just some Mattsun nii-chan thoughts ( little ficlet) 🤡 with Makki. This is my first time dabbling in stepcest agshsjs I was very much inspired to write content like this because of Queen @iwaasfairy , whom I binged all her nii-chan fics REEEE

“Makki, we shouldn’t,” you whimpered, heat growing in your core as he nipped and sucked the sensitive column of your neck. “Please, stop.” You sucked in a breath when he rubs his clothed erection against your crotch, the thought of you having caused that making you gulp. Your nii-chan told you to never let other boys touch you. “Nii-chan will get mad.” Your hands pathetically tried to push him off.

“Issei? Pft, it’s not fair that he gets to have fun with you,” he scoffed, cupping your breast through your cotton camisole as you froze beneath him. Does he know about yours and Mattsun’s interactions? Did he hear the two of you that one night nii-chan was so needy, he went to your room right next to his where Makki slept, and fucked you with his large hand over your mouth.

“That’s not true,” you denied and Makki moved his gaze to you, brows raised and his heavy lidded eyes conveyed a look of disbelief, almost telling you to not lie to him. “Please, Hiro, nii-chan will get mad. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

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

Your eyes widened and your face grew hot. You turned your face away in attempt to hide your fluster and your little secret crush on him. But your reaction only answered his question.

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

“Huh?” Before you could process what was happening, your panties were pushed to the side and his hard bulbous tip poked at your entrance, somewhere Issei-nii forbade anyone else to touch. “Hiro, n-no,” you protested fists pounding again his chest. “Issei-nii is just next door—ah!”

“Fuck,” Makki groaned, cock buried inside of you in one swift thrust. Tears welled up in your eyes at the sudden fullness in your tummy, you whimpered pitifully as your walls fluttered and burned, not having had enough time to adjust to his cock. “I always dreamed about fucking you.”

Your hands flew to your mouth to muffle the screams and even moans, that were leaving you as Makki set a pace, fast and deep.

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

Your swayed your head from side to side, too scared to move your hands from your mouth as your body reacted to his ministrations on it own.

Makki sighed, pausing for a moment. Maybe he’ll go away. Maybe it’s over. Maybe you saying you didn’t like how he felt inside you, which your body actually did, would make him stop. Stop you from getting in trouble with nii-chan and get away from his punishments.

But no. It wasn’t enough. His hands pushed your knees to your chest, your eyes widening at how much exposed your traitorous cunt was.

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

You screamed into your hands, pleasure dulling the pain and horror of everything that was happening. You had to stay quiet but at the same time you wanted to call for Issei. Makki was rough, too rough. He wasn’t as soothing as your Issei-nii. He wasn’t kissing you to make the pain of the stretch go away. Yes you had a crush on him. But you didn’t like how he was doing this to you right now. Didn’t like the way he went about it.

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

“Wrong name, baby,” Makki grunted, moaning at how your walls sucked him in, tight and warm as Mattsun had once told him.

Little did you know, your step brother was outside in the hall, palming his hardened cock in his sweatpants as he listened to you and Makki. How sweet of you to call out to him while his best friend fucked you. Makki won’t be too happy about that which was too bad for you.

Soon enough, he entered the room, the light from the hallway pouring into the dark and lighting your disheveled figure beneath Makki, cunt drooling around his cock, so wet that it stained the white sheets.

Your eyes shot to the door, the tears in your eyes making Issei’s cock twitch with need, and he really almost lost it when your little hand reached out to him while Makki pounded into you.

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

“Save it, Princess.” Okay that was a little too harsh of him but did he really care? The hurt in your eyes as he said that only made him want Makki to fuck you even harder. “It’s rude of you to say my name when Makki’s the one filling your greedy little cunt. I’m disappointed.” Your heart sank. “I thought I taught you better than that,” he sighed. “And he’s in love with you too.”

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

“H-Hiro,” you nervously squeaked, panting when his length dragged along your sensitive walls. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—ah!” He flipped you over on to your stomach, his hands gripping your hips as he slammed his pelvis unto your rear, his pace not faltering as he took you in this position that had him reaching deeper.

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

Mattsun sat on the edge of the bed, observing your face that was buried into the mattress, your cheek pressed onto the white sheets and tongue lolling out as you moaned, so close to cumming.

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

Makki stopped just when you were about to cum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go ahead,” Issei shrugged off like it was nothing. That was all Makki needed to continue fucking you even through your orgasm, over stimulating you till he pumped you full of his cum.

“Nii-chan,” you whimpered, one of your hands had managed to lace with his large ones when all this was happening. Your thighs were trembling and you shivered when you felt Makki’s hot cum drip down your thigh.

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

Your eyes shifted to his lap where his length bulged through his sweatpants, the one that took your first time, the thick fat cock that stretched you every single time without fail. One your nii-chan made sure to have you crave for after several instances of him telling you that what you two were doing was okay and that you were just helping him out, relieving his stress and the ‘painful ’ ache of his cock.

“Will nii-chan be gentle?” You looked at him through your lashes, breathing heavily as you tried to calm your breaths.

He laced his fingers with yours and gave a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “I can’t promise I will but I’ll try. I’m a little jealous that Makki has you so breathless...do you think he fucks better than me?”

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

“Nii-chan,” you whimpered, Issei pushing Makki aside, deep chuckles rumbling in their chests as he settled between your thighs, ready for his turn.

He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, knowing exactly how it’d fool you into a false sense of security and have you deeply believe in him, that you obeyed without hesitation.

He loved you, he really did. He would never let anyone hurt you nor touch you like he does. That was his privilege and now Makki’s. He trusted Makki with his life and in the end of day, if you end up marrying him, it gives Issei a peace of mind cause it wasn’t some good for nothing stranger. Him and Makki knew you, in and out. Besides with his best friend in the equation, people would never catch on to how you let your sweet good ol’ nii-chan use you like a cocksleeve.

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

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