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writingrock · 6 months ago

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sorry, he's not feeling well

pairing: makoto tachibana x reader (male) summary: trying out new kinks are always fun for you and your boyfriend. Especially gags in public.

notes: smut, nsfw, mentions of male genitals and body, male orgasm, gag kink, exhibitionism kink, college au, established relationship, classroom 'fun time', sub!makoto, dom!reader, MDNI

word count: 6k

requested by: @princeasimdiya12

a/n: I've been proofreading this till my eyes bled, if there are still errors, I'm ending it all

Tachibana is everything you could ever want in a partner, and more. For the past year, he’s been your constant source of warmth and comfort. A steady presence in your life that feels like home. He’s always there for you. Listening attentively to your every word, offering gentle advice or simply holding you close when you need it most. Remembering the small things and adjusting to your every need. With Makoto, you feel truly seen and heard, your needs never overlooked but always tenderly met.

Your favourite part about him? His soft green eyes that make your heart flutter every time. Somehow, those eyes have a way of soothing you like a lullaby. You often find yourself captivated by the gentle soul behind them. And then there’s his physique— oh his body— broad-shouldered and muscular, his presence is both protective and irresistible. Watching him swim every day is a blessing. It’s impressive and undeniably attractive. The way his powerful muscles move effortlessly through the water. You can see the dedication and passion he pours into it. But his affinity in the water isn’t the only thing that leaves you breathless. It’s the way his muscles ripple and tense with every stroke, the way the water gleams and trickles down his sculpted body, highlighting every curve and dip.

Every time you see him, it’s a struggle to keep your hands to yourself. Whether he's fresh from the pool, droplets of water tracing the lines of his toned body, or just casually standing by your side, being the handsome man he is. You can’t help but feel a surge of pride and desire; he’s yours, this incredible, loving man, and every day with him feels like a dream come true.

Haa.. haah… nghh..

Through half-lidded eyes, you gaze down at Makoto, his body sprawled beneath you, a sight that never fails to set your pulse racing. The same caring, gentle and handsome boyfriend splayed out all pretty just for you. Your tongue glides over your bottom lip as you take in the view of your loving and utterly adorable boyfriend. Beads of sweat glisten on his muscles, tracing familiar paths down his chest and arms, reminiscent of how he looks fresh out of the pool— flushed and glistening, as if he’s just finished a lap.

Your eyes drift to the latest addition to your bedroom life: a simple black gag that sits snugly around his mouth. Those green eyes you love are submissive and clouded with pleasure. The same eyes that make you feel comforted now sink you into the depths of your desires. Every muffled moan that escapes past the gag sends a shiver down your spine, the sound raw and desperate, pushing you to the brink. How could he be so irresistibly cute like this? His flushed cheeks, the subtle tremble of his muscles, and the way he looks at you— equal parts vulnerable and utterly entranced. It drives you wild. Ha. He’s yours. Seeing him like this, breathless and beautiful, leaves you dizzy with desire.

Makoto cannot handle how your hips snap against his, your pulsating cock driving into his prostate. With the way he is clenching around you so tightly, you can tell he was close. You are too. The sensation of his tight ass gripping your cock driving you wild. You let out soft moans as your cock twitches, feeling the pressure bubble within you. You can’t help but look at your boyfriend again, the sight of him clawing at you with an insatiable hunger. Another soft moan escapes you, punctuating your breathless urgency. You thrust into him with reckless abandon. Your rather rushed strokes show how desperate you are to chase after the building orgasm.

With a few more sloppy thrusts, you ejaculate deep inside Makoto, his simultaneous release coating his abdomen and chest. The aftershocks of the orgasms leave both of you spent and shivering. Between ragged breaths, you lean down, pressing soft kisses all over your boyfriend’s flushed face. Gently trailing affection across his skin.

Your hand finds its way to the back of his head, fingers grazing the strap as you cradle him gently. With a soft click, you unfasten the gag and remove it carefully. Makoto looks at you, with a soft reassuring smile. Telling you with his expression that he’s alright. Recovering from the earlier activities, he takes a deep breath. His chest rising and falling as he regains his composure. Leaning in, you plant a soft kiss on his lips.

“How was it?” you murmur against his lips, shifting to lay next to him. Your arms pull him close as you anticipate his answer.

Trying new kinks is always exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Both of you are always careful, prioritising each other's comfort and consent. Making sure every step feels right for the both of you. So you can’t help it when your heart races, waiting for Makoto’s answer. Your nerves tingle as you try to guess his answer by looking at his body language.

“I enjoyed it,” Makoto replies warmly, his voice filled with genuine affection, “a lot.”. The sound of his words sends a rush of warmth through you, his tone carrying both reassurance and a hint of lingering excitement.

He purrs your name, savouring each syllable as he turns to face you fully. His green eyes are soft once more. With a gentle but insistent pull, he draws you closer. Closing the space between you. His lips capture yours in another kiss— slow, deep, and tender. There's a blend of passion and comfort in the kiss that speaks volumes about how much he enjoyed every moment with you. It feels like a promise. Makoto’s hands cradle your face as if to say he never wants to let go.

You melt into the kiss, your heart soaring as his warmth envelops you. He loved it? The thought sends a wave of happiness through you. Knowing how much he enjoyed every moment with you means a lot. There's something deeply satisfying about seeing the pleasure in his eyes, feeling it in the way he holds you so close. As you pull away, a playful smile dances on your lips. And you simply cannot resist giving his ass a light, teasing swat.

“Let’s clean up,” you whisper softly, your breath mingling with his as your lips linger just inches away. “Then we can cuddle… and maybe finish that series we’ve been watching?”

Makoto gingerly presses another kiss against your lips, humming approvingly at your idea. With a shared, contented smile, you both untangle yourselves, sliding off each other as you head to the bathroom to clean up. You turn on the shower, extending your arm out to make sure the water is warm. Once it is, you guide Makoto in. Stepping behind him as the soothing water cascades over both of you, enveloping you in steam and comfort.

You take your time, your hands gliding over his skin with tender care, scrubbing him gently as you work to clean every part of him. Your touch is soft but thorough, moving lovingly across his body as he relaxes under your attentive care. The moment feels intimate and calm, filled with quiet affection as you help Makoto rinse away the remnants of your shared passion. Your actions express all the unspoken love you hold for him. After cleaning up, you take a moment to dry yourself off before sneaking up behind Makoto, wrapping him in a towel with a lively spirit. He turns slightly, and you just have to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, earning a smile that makes your heart flutter.

Back in the bedroom, you take in the state of the sheets. It’s now a tangled mess of evidence from your time together. You let out a small sigh, amused and a little exasperated at the chaos you've both created, but there's no denying the fondness that tugs at your lips as you survey the scene. You start stripping the messy sheets while Makoto slips into a shirt and boxers. He notices you working on the bed and steps in to help, but you wave him off with a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say as you gather the crumpled bedding. Walking over to the closet, you pull out a fresh set of sheets. “Why don’t you grab me some clothes instead?” you suggest, shaking out the soft fabric.

Makoto nods with a gentle smile, though not without a playful jab. “Alright, but make sure you do it neatly this time. Not haphazardly like last time,” he teases, a light laugh escaping his lips. You chuckle at his comment, rolling your eyes as he heads off to find you something to wear.

You smooth the new sheets over the bed, battling with the corners that never seem to cooperate. The task of remaking the bed was always a pain. The sheets never do what you want them to do. It’s always a bit of a struggle, but you’ve gotten used to it. Makoto returns moments later, handing you a fresh set of clothes with a kiss on your cheek. He takes over to help secure the bedding, his hands working effortlessly to ensure it’s perfectly snug. Together, the task feels less of a chore and more of a simple, shared moment, filled with the quiet comfort of just being with each other.

The two of you lie in the comfort of fresh sheets, wrapped in each other’s arms. Your warm bodies press close, a shared heat that feels safe and intimate. A laptop sits between you, streaming the show you had mentioned earlier, its glow illuminating your relaxed faces. Though your eyes are fixed on the screen, your mind keeps wandering back to the heated moments you shared earlier. It was intense, thrilling, and everything you had hoped for, but something else lingered at the edge of your thoughts.

Unable to hold back, you lean in and playfully nip at Makoto’s ear, feeling the way he shivers slightly in response. “Makoto, how would you feel about…” you begin, your voice barely a whisper, trailing off as uncertainty knots in your chest.

Makoto turns his head, his soft green eyes meeting yours with gentle curiosity. “About what, baby?” he asks, his tone warm and encouraging, inviting you to continue.

You take a breath, leaning in a little closer, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against you offering comfort. You hum softly, gathering your courage, and prepare to ask the question that’s been gnawing at you.

“Being gagged … outside.”

Oh.

Makoto doesn’t want to admit how the sinful idea immediately excited him. Feeling his lower regions flutter at the idea of it. Exhibitionism wasn’t new to either of you. The both of you had explored it before. Scandalously having a quickie in a changing room, skipping away to the bushes at a park and a needy session at the college pool’s showers. Being gagged outside is one that definitely piqued at the both of you.

Makoto playfully smacks your arm, his cheeks instantly flushed a deep shade of pink. “Focus on the series,” he mumbles, attempting to sound stern, but his tone betrays him. He looks away, trying to hide the embarrassed smile tugging at his lips as he brushes you off, though the warm glow on his face is impossible to ignore.

You can’t help but chuckle at his reaction, delighting in the rare sight of your usually composed boyfriend flustered and shy. You nudge him gently, eyes sparkling with mischief as you lean in closer. “So… is that a yes?” you tease, relishing the way his blush deepens. You tilt your head, admiring his red face and the way he squirms under your gaze, caught between the heat of his embarrassment and the affection in your eyes. His shy smile says more than needed.

With little discussion, the two of you watch the series. You already knew his answer.

The two of you find yourselves on a quiet evening walk to the college campus. You had left something behind in one of the lecture halls, and now you were retracing your steps to retrieve it. You felt silly. You literally just came back from campus and now here you are, walking back to it. All because forgetful you left your stuff there. Makoto walks beside you, bundled up in a grey coat layered over his button-up shirt and sweater, paired with black trousers. A black mask covers his nose and mouth, a clear sign that he’s under the weather. Despite being sick, Makoto, being the sweet and considerate boyfriend, insisted on coming along, refusing to let you go alone as you retrieve your forgotten belonging.

Makoto shuffles along beside you, his steps slightly unsteady, and it’s clear he’s struggling to keep his usual composure. His movements are slow, each one more careful than the last, as if the simple act of walking takes more out of him than he’d like to admit. You glance over, eyes filled with fondness as you watch him power through his discomfort. Your hand instinctively finds his, fingers slipping between his as you intertwine them, feeling the comforting warmth of his skin against yours. You gently tighten your grip, silently offering him support, and he leans into you.

“You feeling alright, baby?” you ask softly, your voice tinged with genuine concern but laced with just a hint of teasing affection. The gentle coo of your words wraps around him like a comforting embrace, making it clear that you’re right here, ready to take care of him.

Through the black mask that covers his nose and mouth, you can still catch the faint flush spreading across his cheeks, a rosy tint that even the evening chill can’t hide. He doesn’t say much, but his eyes flicker with a quiet appreciation. He gives a small, shy nod, his response muffled and breathy— a soft “mmhpm”— barely escaping his lips. It’s a wordless affirmation, tender and vulnerable, that speaks to his need to be close to you.

Makoto’s cheeks remain red, not just from the cold or his sickness, but from something else entirely. He squeezes your hand a little tighter.

Ah, right. The little detail you'd forgotten. He can’t speak. Not in this state. Not when Makoto's gagged, mouth stuffed with the same gag from that night. Along with that, a vibrator hums deep inside him. His body trembles, shuddering in the throes of pleasure as his eyes locked on yours, pleading for release. You couldn't help but smirk, delighting in the sight. His wobbly steps are a stark contrast to your confident pace. Makoto wasn't sick, no, he was occupied. The sight of his arousal, so vulnerable, so at your mercy, only fuels your desire.

It’s already halfway through the walk to campus. But Makoto clutches your hand, spurring you to meet his gaze. Makoto's grip on your hand is tight, his needy eyes locked onto yours. He’s trying to tell you something. But all that comes out of his mouth are muffled words that are not coherent. You get an idea of what he needs.

Poor thing’s been stimulated for over an hour. You’d stop the vibrator if you could. But you really did forget the controller in the classroom. You really did forget the controller there, turned on. Left on some table as you went back home to find Makoto whining from it. He's been aroused for an hour, his pleasure at the mercy of the forgotten controller. You can't help but feel guilty about leaving it on, but you also can't deny the thrill of seeing your boyfriend in such a needy state.

“I know.. just a little longer.” You coo softly, your voice tickling Makoto’s skin. Encouraging him with praise as you rub his hand. “You’re doing so good. We’re almost there.”

Makoto shivers and lets out a soft muffled moan. Your words give him the strength to push on. The walk to campus was charged with arousal and need. Your boyfriend is squirming and leaning on you. Desperately needing you. His muffled moan is music to your ears. Each squirm and pleading gaze fuels your desire to claim him. How can you resist him? He’s shooting you with such deprived looks, practically begging for you wordlessly. Beneath that grey coat of his, hides his rather blatant erection. He’s lucky it’s cold out today.

The two of you are mere steps away from the campus building. The anticipation is visible in Makoto's trembling legs and desperate stares. His hand clings to yours. He didn’t need to voice his need, his silent pleas for release were enough. You can tell by how he’s been throughout the walk. Staring at you with clouded lust and leaning on you like he’s in heat. How his hand grips yours tightly at certain parts of the walk. All that was left was to make a turn here and you could give your boyfriend the much needed release he’s been begging for. Soon, you’ll give him the satisfaction he craves.

But who would have thought that both of you run into your dear mutual friends: Nagisa and Rei. They come barreling around the corner, their lively chatter echoing through the quiet campus. Both you and Makoto freeze, eyes widening in surprise as your mutual friends skid to a stop just inches away. It would have been indescribably bad if they crashed into the two of you.

“Hey! What are you guys doing?” Nagisa chirps, his voice bright and playful, eyes twinkling with the kind of mischief only he can bring. His bubbly energy fills the space, and it’s immediately clear he’s oblivious to the tension hanging in the air. Meanwhile, Rei adjusts his glasses, his analytical gaze shifting between you and Makoto with curiosity.

Makoto’s instinct is immediate—he shifts behind you, trying to subtly shield himself from their view, his hand tightening around yours. He’s not in the mood to explain why he’s out here, especially in his current state, and the last thing he wants is for Nagisa to catch on. You feel him press closer, you can sense his embarrassment lingering beneath the surface. Your thumb rubs soothing circles against his skin, a silent message that you’ve got his back.

Sure, running into friends wasn’t ideal, but there’s an undeniable thrill in it—almost like being caught in the act, adrenaline spiking just enough to make your heart race.

“Oh, I left something in the classroom. We’re just going to get it now,” you reply smoothly, trying to keep your tone light and casual. You shoot Nagisa a friendly smile, hoping to steer the conversation away from any probing questions.

Nagisa’s eyes dart between the two of you, his grin unfaltering. “Oh, really? We were just about to grab something from the cafeteria— some snacks to fuel Rei’s late night study session.” He chimes, clearly fitting into his role as the group’s social butterfly. “Makoto, you look kind of tired though. You sure you’re okay?” Nagisa’s head tilts, genuine concern flickering in his gaze despite his usual cheerfulness.

Makoto stiffens slightly, caught off guard by the question, and you feel the slight tremble in his grip. He forces a smile, though it’s mostly hidden behind his mask. He isn’t really able to speak but attempts to. Alas, his attempt results in some muffled noises which you very quickly take over.

“Yeah, sorry. He’s not feeling well..” you speak for him. Rei steps forward, adjusting his glasses again, a look of concern crossing his face. “Just a little under the weather, but I got him.”

“Are you sure you should be out, then?” Rei asks, trying to be helpful. “You should rest, Makoto. Nagisa and I can help grab whatever you need from the classroom.”

You quickly shake your head, sensing Makoto’s reluctance to let anyone else get involved. “Thanks, but it’s no big deal. We’re almost there anyway,” you say reassuringly, squeezing Makoto’s hand a little tighter. The small gesture is enough to help him relax, even if just a bit.

Nagisa pouts but eventually relents, sensing the unspoken wish for privacy. “Alright, alright. But don’t push yourself too hard, okay? We want you back to your full normal self soon!” he beams, giving a thumbs-up before he and Rei turn to continue on their way.

As they walk off, you feel Makoto’s grip on your hand loosen slightly, a sigh of relief escaping him. He leans into you, grateful for the escape, and you can’t help but chuckle softly. “Crisis averted,” you whisper, giving his hand another comforting squeeze. The two of you share a quiet, knowing smile. Feeling closer than ever as you continue your walk to the classroom, the night air cools as it brushes over your skin.

Eventually, the two of you reach the classroom, the quiet halls amplifying the sound of your hurried footsteps. You quickly slide the door open, and with equal haste, close it behind you the moment you both slip inside, a soft click echoing through the empty room. The atmosphere feels heavy with the relief of finally being alone again, away from prying eyes. The air thickened with the scent of desire and arousal. A single flicker of the overhead lights cast long shadows that shifted and danced with the slightest movement.

Makoto stumbles onto one of the desks in the classroom. His gagged moans became much louder now that the two of you were alone. Already in a hurry to remove his clothes, Makoto's fingers fumbled with the buttons of his coat, his movements urgent yet slightly clumsy. The coat fell to the floor with a soft thud, quickly followed by his sweater. The usually-neatly-folded garments now lay in a crumpled heap. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as a particularly intense surge of desire coursed through him, his body surrendering to the raw need that had been building up.

The small vibrator hidden within the confines of his trousers continued to buzz against his most sensitive areas. The sensation is both pleasurable and maddening, his gagged moans growing louder as the pleasure intensified.

With a lazy smirk, you take a moment to admire the sight of Makoto, utterly desperate and caught in his whirlwind of need. There’s something irresistible about the way he’s so eager to feel you, his composure unravelling as he watches your every move. You don’t rush, enjoying the power in your slow, deliberate pace as you make your way to the desk where you had been sitting earlier. Your fingers curl around the small, discreet controller— no bigger than a set of car keys —resting innocently on the surface. The weight of it in your hand feels thrilling, a quiet reminder of the control you wield.

You stand idly by, watching him with a mixture of amusement and desire. Savouring the sight of your lover so completely at your mercy. The small controller in your hand lets you control and manipulate the ebb and flow of his pleasure. You could let him writhe in pleasure but you’re not that cruel. Your thumb slides over the buttons and presses on the power button, earning a relieved sigh from your boyfriend.

Makoto is slumped on the cold desk. His clothes halfway undone. The back of his hair is damp with sweat as he adjusts to the feeling of the vibrator finally stopping. You hover over him, your finger going under the band of the mask. With a low snap, you slip the mask off. Revealing that black gag that suits him so perversely. His body is a canvas of desire, each twitch and tremor etched by his need for you. The sound of his muffled protest is a symphony of both lust and frustration.

Makoto’s heated expression is a captivating blend of flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, with a tinge of frustration. The gag firmly wedged between his teeth, keeping him silent. His breathing is ragged, and you can feel the heat radiating off him as your hands move slowly down the buttons of his shirt, picking up where he had left off. Each movement is deliberate, teasing, as you take your time unbuttoning the fabric, appreciating every second of his anticipation.

“What do you want, hmm?” you whisper, your tone dripping with playful mockery, knowing he can’t quite answer you back. You peel the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall away and exposing his warm, sweat-slicked chest to the cool air. He shivers as the chill meets his overheated skin, muscles twitching under your gaze, his need for you palpable. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with a desperate hunger. You can’t help but relish in the power of his silent, fervent desire.

“I-.. mhpmm..” Makoto could barely start when you begin to palm his cock through his trousers. Your hand found its way to Makoto's throbbing erection, a wicked grin curling on your lips as you squeezed through the fabric of his trousers. The sudden touch sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, causing his upper torso to jerk uncontrollably.

The pleading look in his eyes is unmistakable. He wants you to stop, to give him a respite from the sensations that had left him breathless and vulnerable. But you are relentless, your fingers working the length of him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Makoto's head falls back, a muffled moan escaping through the black gag.

“Use your words baby.” You continue your ministrations, relishing in the power you held. Your hand encircles his throbbing member through his trousers. Your ring finger tracing the hard length. The effect is instant, his hips buckling as he fights to escape the tight grip that holds him so close to the edge.Slowly, you undo his trousers as you eye him. Enjoying the sight of him squirming under your touch. Challenging him to speak. To beg for you. Through that little gag.

“N-need..mnnh” he barely makes any sense and is interrupted when you lightly squeeze his tip. You continue to toy with Makoto, your hand gently squeezing the sensitive head of his erection through his underwear. The sound of his muffled noises only serves to heighten your own arousal. The power you hold is simply intoxicating. His underwear holds back the painfully strained cock underneath it. Your hands feel how hard he already is, the warmth brimming underneath the cloth.

“A-ahg… mnphm.. y-yoouf-nn..”

What a slutty mess your boyfriend is. He’s not making any sense. Your fingers slip under the waistband of his underwear, tugging it downwards to reveal the throbbing evidence of his arousal. His cock springs forth, at last freed from its constrictive prison. The sight of the glistening beads of pre-cum at the tip has you licking your own lips in anticipation. With a firm grip on the back of his head, you forced Makoto to meet your gaze. The challenge in your eyes makes him shiver. His chest heaves, his breath coming in ragged gasps, the gag still muffling his pleas.

“Use.” Firmly, you press on his tip. Pre-cum oozing from under your finger. Your thumb traces a line over the slick tip of Makoto's erection, smearing the translucent pre-cum in a deliberate, teasing motion. The gasp that escaped his lips and the stiffening of his body were the perfect responses. “Your.” You part your lips and lean down, maintaining eye contact. You stick your tongue out and you swear his cock twitches at the mere sight. “Words.” You enunciate each syllable. Your tongue snakes out to flick against the glistening head. The taste of his arousal is divine. It thrilled you to taste the depth of his desire.

The soft whine that leaves Makoto's lips and the desperate buck of his hips shows just how much he craved more than the fleeting touches you doled out. He needs more than the light touches you’re putting him through. You pull away and tilt your head at him. Staring him down like he’s your pretty prey. The smirk on your face doing nothing but egging him on. You started to undress, the soft rustle of fabric echoing in the otherwise quiet classroom. Makoto's struggles grow more pronounced, his blubbering and whines filling the empty space as you shed your top, letting it pool at your feet. Your hands move to unbuckle your belt, the metal clinking softly as you free it from its clasp.

“You’re so pathetic,” your voice booms through the room as you walk towards him. You start to rub your growing arousal. “You can’t even use your words?” You mock, straightening up as you admire the sight of your boyfriend.

“Turn around for me. On all fours.” Makoto doesn’t even stutter at your command. He scrambles into position, his body tense and ready. A stark contrast to the languid state he was in just moments before. His gaze is a wordless plea. Those lust-darkened green eyes of his begging for your mercy. Your palm cups his plump ass cheek, spreading it to the side to reveal the butt plug nestled snugly within him. Your other hand grasped the toy, tugging gently at first, encountering some resistance. But you were persistent, and the plug was soon pulled free, exposing the raw, prepared hole that awaits your touch.

"Aww, is this what you want?" You tease, sliding a finger into Makoto's tight opening. The sudden intrusion causes his body to jolt, his head snapping up to eagerly nod in response. Your finger delved deeper, massaging the slick walls of his ass as you drink in the sight of his desperate need. He’s a pretty slut, so eager to please and to submit to your every whim.

"I can't hear you," you mock, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm as you add another finger, stretching him further. His body readily accepts you, the ease with which your digits slipped in felt sinful.

Your other hand holds his cheek firmly as your fingers explore his insides. Makoto's stuttered response, muffled by the gag. "A-Ahmn.. Y-Yeamhnm." He’s utterly consumed by his desire for you. The sight of him, so vulnerable and eager, is pushing you to the edge. "P-Pleas.. aanhhh.." His whines are a sweet torture, the gag both a hindrance and a tool in your arsenal of pleasure and torment.

In the end, you simply can't resist him any longer. His cuteness and the allure of his inviting body is too much to bear. A dark chuckle escapes your lips as you withdraw your fingers, the sudden loss of contact earning you a needy whine from your lover.

Your aching cock presses against Makoto's inviting hole. He gasps, his body quivers from the contact. As if he knew exactly what you want, he was already blubbering his agreement and nodding eagerly in response. The words spill out of him in a breathy, almost desperate chant, his voice laced with a needy, pleading edge.

Each "yes" trembles slightly, a mix of urgency and longing that tugs at your heartstrings. It’s whiney and raw, the sound catching in his throat as if he can barely contain the intensity of his desire. There’s an unmistakable quiver in his tone, almost like he’s on the brink of losing control, each repetition dripping with anticipation and a craving that he can’t hide. The way he utters it— soft, shaky, and so utterly needy— makes it impossible to resist the pull of his vulnerability, his voice begging for more even as he struggles to catch his breath.

The sight of his eagerness, his need laid bare for your consumption, earns you a smirk. "Fine. Since you've been so good for me." The words are a promise fulfilled, the reward you'd promised finally within reach. You positioned yourself over his back, your shaft poised at the entrance of his tight, wet heat. With a deliberate motion, you push inside, sinking your length into the needy recesses of his body. The sensation was pure bliss, a groan escaping your lips as your cock was enveloped by Makoto’s warmth.

A soft moan from your lover spurs you into action. The slow, steady rhythm of your hips begins, each thrust driving you deeper into his welcoming body. Your hands grip his hips, digging into the soft flesh.

As the rhythm of your thrusts pick up, the room fills with the captivating chords of lust. The sound of skin against skin, the wet slap of your bodies colliding, and Makoto's increasingly frantic, muffled moans creates a cacophony that drowns out all else. The pace becomes relentless, the rhythm of your thrusts a brutal dance that demands submission. Makoto's vision blurs as he gets caught in the whirlwind of your carnal exploration. The tight grip of his ass around your shaft only served to drive you utterly lost in pleasure. Each thrust drives you both closer to the edge.

As the tempo of your thrusts reaches a fever pitch, Makoto's body arches, a primal response to the pleasure that courses through his veins. The air is thick with the heady scent of lust, the two of you entwined in the throes of passion.

"That's it, baby. Take it," you encourage, your grip slipping on his hips. You reached around, gripping Makoto’s cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, the timed strokes on his cock and the brutal thrust. Makoto isn’t sure how long he can last. Especially when your grip on his cock tightens.

The rhythm of your bodies, the slick sounds of flesh against flesh, and the muffled cries of pleasure became the backdrop to the climax that loomed just within reach. The dance of dominance and submission, so meticulously choreographed, was reaching its crescendo.

The final moments stretch out with you sloppily pounding into Makoto. Letting out a groan from how he clenches around your throbbing dick. Neither of you can last anymore. "Cum for me, baby. Cum while I fill you up," you growl, your voice thick with desire. You can feel the pressure building in your stomach. The inevitable release of your pent-up desire on the horizon.

And then, in a sudden, searing burst, the moment comes. Your hips ground into Makoto's. The tight grip of his warm, gummy walls around your cock is the catalyst for the explosion you both craved. The pleasure washes over you in waves. The room was filled with the quiet whimpers of your release, the wet slap of skin is replaced with the soft thud of your bodies coming to rest, spent and sated.

Soft, shallow pants fill the room, mingling with the quiet hum of your shared breaths as you gaze down at Makoto. Both of you are still catching your breath, the air thick with the aftermath of your heated moments. You rise slowly, steadying yourself against the desk before gently guiding Makoto onto his back. His tired, flushed face meets yours. There’s a mix of exhaustion and contentment in his softened expression. You reach out, your fingers tenderly tracing his cheek. Rubbing it lovingly as his eyes flutter under your touch. It’s a gentle, intimate gesture, filled with unspoken affection, as you take in the sight of him— vulnerable, beautiful, and completely yours in this quiet moment.

With the fiery aftermath of your climax still thumping in your muscles, you gently removed the gag from Makoto's mouth. The silicone strip was slick with his saliva, showing off his fervent arousal. His eyes met yours, the lust still shining brightly, though now tinged with satisfaction. The room, once a stage for the game you'd played, now held the two of you in a cocoon of post-coital bliss.

You lean in and capture his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Enjoying the warmth of the moment as you both come down from the high. Your lips trail to his cheek, pressing gentle kisses there, each one tender and calming. With a content sigh, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, finding comfort in his familiar scent. You pepper a few more delicate kisses along his skin, your touch slow and affectionate. Your hand slides to his stomach, rubbing soothing circles as the two of you settle into a peaceful rest, bodies entwined and hearts still racing in sync.

“We should do this again.”

a/n: this is my first time writing smut and male reader soo i hope I did this justice

border credits: @/enchanthings & @/adornedwithlight

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pumpkinpastiesandcoffee · 9 months ago

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Bucket List Fantasy

Rin Matsuoka x Male x Sousuke Yamazaki ... 18+

Summary: When a question about bucket lists turns into acting out a fantasy, who are you to question how you got here?

Words: 2911

Warnings: NSFW obviously, unprotected

A/N: Free! has its claws in me again! and I just could not get this idea out of my head. Also wrote in a different style, it felt like it flowed more naturally than reader insert so we'll see how it goes x

~MDNI~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a month before the tournament season started again which is why you shouldn’t have allowed yourself to be splayed out on your boyfriend’s bunk, scrolling absently through your phone. You probably should be training, no, you definitely should be training, but it felt like forever since you’d seen Rin and you missed him so, so very much. Although you had to admit that as much as you wish you were on the Samezuka swim team with him, it was probably for the best you were on the Iwatobi team as training with Rin all the time would be, distracting, to sat the least. Speaking of the maroonette, he still hadn’t returned to his dorm and your patience was dwindling. In your mood of missing him you’d gotten yourself comfortable by swapping out your clothes for one of his sweatshirts which was just a bit too big for your smaller frame. You stood a few inches shorter than him and despite being a swimmer yourself, had a lither frame, although it worked in your favor as combined with your high endurance you had the perfect combination for 400m races.

The sound of talking as the door to the dorm swung open is what had you rolling onto your side, beaming as Rin and his roommate Sousuke walked in. Rin was quick to drop his gear the side as he saw you, damn near diving onto the bed as he draped himself over you with a tired groan, peppering your face with kisses making you laugh. Sousuke rolled his eyes, abandoning his own gear as he called a hello over to you, snorting when all he got in response was a muffled ‘hey’ and your hand waving above Rin’s shoulder.

Like most of your visits to the dorm, you’d ended up in Rin’s lap, his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting atop your head with Sousuke sat beside the two of you, laptop sat between as you watched a movie. You weren’t overly interested in it but as the characters talked about dumb things they want to do for bucket lists you found yourself tipping your head to the side and wondering aloud. “Hm, what would you have on your bucket list?” Rin pressed a kiss to your crown with a laugh, shrugging as he looked over at his friend, “Dunno, swim the Olympics? Travel I guess.” Sousuke had an unsure expression on his features as he replied too, “Probably about the same.” The scoff you let out had them looking over at you in amusement.

“That’s it? Nothing specific?” You motioned to the laptop as you continued, “I mean even those idiots have some interesting things on their list.” Sousuke frowned at that, eyeing the laptop with a wry expression and nervous laugh, “Most of theirs are sex based so define interesting.” Rin however was grinning, he’d dipped his head down, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he hummed, “Ohh, are we asking about a naughty, fantasies bucket list hm? Bold.” His voice had lowered and reverberated through your mind making you warm, eyes flickering nervously to your friend who seemed to be rather tense now. Rin wasn’t easily embarrassed by sex and while you were pretty happy to talk about things with him, you were sure Sousuke was quite different, hell, he usually blushes at sex scenes in movies.

“I didn’t mean it like that Rin, sorry Sousuke” you’d pouted but Rin was not about to let go of this and he chuckled. “Aww, don’t apologise to him, he doesn’t mind. Plus, I bet he has some very, interesting, fantasies in that head of his.” Rin was always teasing, always and while his friend was used to it, he still found himself turning pink. “I know one of yours is a threesome hm? I’d have to agree with that, although I’m not sure if I’m willing to share that perfect little a-” He’d been cut off as you turned around in his lap and slapped a hand over his mouth, feeling his lips pull into a smirk before he ran his tongue along your palm and laughing as you pulled back. “You’re shameless Y’know that” you huffed at him and he’d been quick to kiss you before shrugging nonchalantly “So what, it’s just us and Sousuke.”

Speaking of the young man who was still sat beside you, albeit rather awkwardly now, you turned to apologise to him again however your apology was quickly drowned out by Rin, “What about you man? Reckon you’d ever want to have a threesome?” His tone was leading and you realised where this was going. It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it, hell, you and Rin had even talked about it but to bring it up now, like this? You were sure your boyfriend was unhinged. Sousuke’s blue eyes had widened and turned to the two of you, he knew, he knew exactly what Rin was getting at and it had his breath hitching. He found himself shifting uncomfortably although instead of the previous awkwardness he felt, it was now the sudden tightness of his pants and the awareness that the room had gotten so much hotter than before and damn if he hadn’t thought about it either. Well, he was somewhat indifferent to Rin’s participation but your pretty soft lips wrapped around him? Yeah, he’d thought about it.

The tension had gotten so thick your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, the lack of an answer worrying you and making you nervously pipe up, wanting to find a way to spare him, “S’okay Sousuke, you don’t need to answer that, I think I might head off though.” To your surprise though he finally spoke, a somewhat choked out response, “wait, stay…I, yeah, I reckon I’d want to” He watched the owlish look overtake your features as you turned your attention back to him, those beautiful eyes so wide with surprise it only made his discomfort grow. Rin however was grinning, already growing hard beneath you and he pressed his lips to your pulse point before trailing them up to your ear as he spoke in a husky tone, “Y’know what to do bunny, give us a show.”

He was right, you did know what to do and you leant forward and crawled on all fours towards Sousuke who was so still you wondered if touching him would make him crumble. As your fingers came to brush over the now visible tent in his pants, he shuddered, and you smiled up at him, sitting back on your knees to slowly, teasingly, undo the button and slide down the zip of his pants. Pushing the fabric down you leant back towards him, lips brushing his jaw before descending down his covered chest, enjoying how his breathing seemed to shake under your attention. Finally, your lips pressed against his cock, even through the fabric of his underwear you could feel how hot he was. Eyes flitting back up to meet his, you tucked your fingers under the fabric before pulling down and freeing him, tucking the waist band down and under his heavy balls.

Unlike Rin who was trimmed, dick smooth and long with enough girth you get to enjoy the stretch without hurting, Sousuke was untouched and your eyes followed the couple of thick veins that seemed to snake along the top before wrapping underneath. While he wasn’t quite as long as your boyfriend, he was much thicker and the saliva in your mouth seemed to suddenly coat every millimeter of space and you parted your lips, tongue sliding out to let the spit drip onto the tip of his cock. Leaning down you let your tongue trace the path the drop of saliva had run and Sousuke hissed, fingers curling into the bed as his eyes flicked to Rin, worried he’d suddenly pull you off or kick him out. Rin however was smirking, his own hand currently stroking himself through his shorts, free hand trailing along your leg and up your thigh, stopping at the hem of your shorts before trailing back down. Needless to say, all three of you were on board and enjoying this little, fantasy.

Sousuke’s eyes returned to you with a groan as your lips wrapped around him, you’d reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear before dropping your hand to his thigh to steady yourself as you began to bob your head, only taking about half of him at this point. “He likes when you pull or touch his hair,” Rin had mused, his voice had taken on that low, sultry tone but even now there was his usual playfulness as he smiled over at his friend. Gently, Sousuke reached his hand up to your head, fingers running through the soft strands, pushing them out of your face before his hand settled atop your head, that alone had earned him a low hum that vibrated through him. Tipping his head back with a groan of his own, Sousuke now tugged lightly at your hair and this time was met with something between a whimper and a moan, your hips swaying slightly which seemed to make Rin laugh. “Aw, he’s such a needy little thing, aren’t ya bunny?” your muffled hum of a response only egging him on.

Rin had decided he no longer wanted to just watch and he moved to sit up onto his knees, pushing the sweatshirt you still wore up a bit, fingers moving to pinch your nipples before rolling them between thumb and index, enjoying all the little muffled sounds you made in response. He moved his hands down, grabbing both your shorts and briefs and yanking them down with ease, loving how you parted your legs without hesitation, giving him a perfect view of your pretty little puckered hole and the barely visible line that trailed down between your balls and along your shaft, disappearing entirely before the head which was already leaking pearly beads. “Look at that, he’s already so worked up just from sucking your dick Sousuke, what a little slut” He laughed, hand coming down on your ass, making you jolt and Sousuke grunt.

Rin had hopped up, picking the laptop up as he headed over to the desk, leaving it behind but returning with a tube of lube, the sound of the cap popping open as the knelt back on the bed making you whine in anticipation. Sousuke massaged your scalp, watching as you seemed encouraged to take more of him now, he could feel your throat fighting you, clenching desperately around his cock, you only had an inch or two it seemed before you’d have taken all of him, but for now you pulled back for air again. Rin had coated his index and middle finger in lube now and was pressing one digit to your entrance, snickering at how you pressed your hips back against his finger, forcing it in. “Tsk, so impatient, keep it up and I’ll skip my fingers” he tutted, free hand pinching your hip making you squirm against him, your open-mouthed kisses on Sousuke’s shaft faltering as you groaned. “Don’t need them Rin, please, just need you” and your plea was met with amusement from both him, Rin shrugging as he pulled down his own shorts and briefs, letting them fall to his knees as he smeared the lube along his cock. “If you say so bun, but don’t complain to me later if you’re sore.”

Sousuke found himself tracing his fingers down your face, index finger lifting your chin to meet his eyes as his thumb traced over your lip. Without a thought you parted them, tongue lolling out then curling around it, a deep rumble of a groan escaping him and he leant forward, pressing his lips to yours. You tasted so sweet to him, but the hint of his own precum caught up to him and he pressed his tongue further into your mouth as if searching for just your own untainted flavor. The kiss lasted until his lungs burned for air and he pulled back, smiling as you leant forward, chasing after more. Rin however was just pressing the head of cock against your ass, watching as it stretched for him, allowing him in without too much resistance, and as your lips caught Sousuke’s Rins intrusion had you moaning into his mouth. You wriggled your hips as you adjusted yourself before bring your lips back down to Sousuke’s dick, tongue lapping at the precum before taking him fully into your mouth and swallowing him in again.

Rin pressed into you until he bottomed out, his bare thighs flush to yours as he leant forward, one hand holding your hip steady while the other traced up your spine and stopped at the back of your head. He pressed down, a groan of defiance that seemed to come instinctively from within you as he did, “C’mon bunny, you can take him, you were so close before.” Sousuke swallowed thickly, watching with wide, lust blown eyes as Rin pushed you down and despite the spasms of your throat, you made it. Nose pressed flush against Sousuke’s pelvis, buried in the thick tuft of hair that forced your senses to be drowned in his scent. Rin’s fingers gently rubbed against your scalp, adoring and prideful before he let go, listening to the choked gagging sound you made as you pulled yourself off, breathing deeply. “Such a good boy for us, right Sousuke? Always so eager to please” Rin praised, pressing kisses to your shoulder before leaning back. He sounded proud, like you were a pet he trained and was showing off. Sousuke had nodded, a deep hum of agreement as he looked down at you. Both of Rin’s hands returned to your hips now but he stayed unmoving, waiting for you to continue too.

Returning your mouth to work, Rin then began to draw his hips back and forward, not slow, but not fast either, just enough to make your body rock. So, with every deep thrust into you, your mouth was forced down Sousuke’s shaft. One of your hands gripped the bed below to steady you while your other hand was now massaging his heavy balls, his deep grunts making your own cock twitch. His hand returned to your hair, switching between massaging your scalp and tugging your hair. The feeling of both your ass and throat filled like this was almost overwhelming, your brain was fuzzy and your stomach felt hot with your high encroaching on your body too and as Rin deepened your arch you felt the coil snap and you came, spilling onto the sheets below with a garbled cry and trembling legs.

Sousuke was next to find his euphoria, the vibrations of your moan sending him over the edge, his thighs tensing as he gripped your hair a bit too tightly. He tried to stutter out a warning, unsure if he should pull you down further or push you away, but the words were choked and replaced with a deep, loud groan that had him throwing his head back as his hips jerked. Your nose met his pelvis for the final time as he filled your throat and mouth, hot and thick it coated your tongue as you desperately swallowed it down. The saltiness was mild and made it easy to take but with him still shoved so far down your throat you were having a difficult time. As if realizing this Sousuke quickly released your head, a huffed out ‘sorry’ as you came up for air, swallowing whatever was left in your mouth before letting it hang ajar as you huffed and gasped through the dissipating ripples of your orgasm, prolonged only by Rin’s thrusts.

Rin picked up his pace now, not having to worry about how his harsh thrusts moved you. His nails bit in to your hips as he fucked into you roughly, the sound of his thighs and balls slapping against your own filled the air as he chased his own release. He’d been so worked up from watching you and stroking himself that it hadn’t taken much for him to come too and you could feel him shooting those hot ropes of cum deep inside of you. Your name moaned loudly as he rutted into you, his body pressing down, chest to back as his teeth threatened to break the skin on your shoulder. Sousuke realised this was the source of those hickies he often sees on you and he smirked, looking down to see you staring back up at him, fucked out and panting, lips swollen. He traced his thumb up your marionette line, collecting the cum and saliva that had spilled over and pressed it to your parted lips, watching as you licked it clean without hesitation and he had to breath deep as that alone would have been enough to make him hard again. He leant down, pressing a searing kiss to your lips before pulling back and using his index and thumb to pinch your chin before turning your face towards Rin who eagerly took the opportunity to kiss you in a way that had you wondering if you really needed oxygen. Your body seems to melt between Rin and Sousuke as you reach that plateau of blissful lethargy, you find yourself thinking of other bucket list fantasies you could cross off.

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