#hanamaki takahiro x reader

[youmarin]

Sweeter | Matsukawa Issei x Hanamaki Takahiro x F! Reader

Word count: +2.5k 

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, creampie, cum eating, cursing. [+18 content, minors DNI, NSFW ]

Genre: smut (I don't think I have to say it but obviously with the characters after timeskip!)

Summary: You plan a surprise for your boyfriend but Hanamaki’s unexpected arrival makes you all confront your feelings. 

See the end of post for A/N.

hq!! ml

Your bedroom door opened just as you’re about to finish getting the surprise ready for your boyfriend. The surprise being you, sporting a new cute set of black lingerie with pink details.

You turn around, excited to see his reaction, yet freeze on your spot when you very clearly see that it is not your boyfriend standing there but his and your best friend, the other boy you loved the most in the world.

“Hiro…” You recover your words first, feeling your body grow hotter despite your stark lack of clothing. You really should cover yourself.

Takahiro’s breath is cut short, his eyes widened and lips part open. His gaze roams your whole body slowly: the pink lace garters on your legs,the tiniest, thinnest piece of black fabric you called panties that barely cover anything. Your chest, covered in a matching see through bra. Your long hair cascading prettily down your shoulders. Finally, his eyes reach your face, seeing a blush that matches his and then your eyes meet. 

That seems to snap him back to reality enough to throw something for you to cover yourself with (he can’t even wonder how to erase the image from his mind at the moment (it’s not as if he really wanted to)). You’re blind for an instant before you take the cloth off your face. His hoodie, the one he left behind last time he visited. You fumble with it in your hands and clumsily put it on. 

And you’re back.

 “What the hell, Takahiro!?” 

“What? I-I knocked! But seems like you couldn’t hear anything!” He points to your speaker, then he goes on to scold you, “I told you you shouldn’t do that. What if it’s not me but some serial killer that walks in?”

Walking over to it, you turn the music off. You feel nervous, embarrassed. He notices and looks for something to say. Struggling for it, really. But there’s one thing he’s sure about saying.

“I’m sorry… For walking in like that.” 

You notice he avoids your gaze then, the blush on his face not leaving. Is he uncomfortable? He probably is. And he’s thinking about how you might feel too. 

Your mind wanders elsewhere.

 Did he like what he saw? 

No. You stop yourself, shaking your head. You shouldn’t be thinking that.

Makki just might’ve unintentionally made things worse for himself seeing you now dressed in his clothes that stop in your upper thigh and knowing so well what’s underneath. Of course there’d been situations before where he’d accidentally run into you changing and vice versa, but this time he practically saw you naked. He sees your lips moving and your voice reaches him, muffled, because his brain is fuzzing. 

“I thought Issei met with you at your place earlier today.” 

He swallows hard, “No. No, he told me we’d all meet up here today.” 

“Oh.” You say, almost frowning thinking how he didn’t mention anything to you.

 That’s odd. 

You both stand there awkwardly for a minute before you speak again, “I should probably get changed.” 

“Yeah.” Makki says, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll head out to the living room.” 

You turn to move but before Makki reaches the door it opens.

 And there’s your boyfriend.

Hanamaki’s face drops and so does yours, fearing he might misunderstand the situation. 

“Mattsun-”. 

“You’re here already.” 

Matsukawa doesn’t seem a bit fazed. He walks over to you and greets you with a kiss, then he’s pulling you to sit with him down on the bed placing you on his lap. 

You’re evidently stunned by his behavior. You’re still not wearing much but Makki’s hoodie that lifted up when Mattsun got you to sit down. “Issei, what are you doing?” Squirming, you try to get off his lap and go change. Makki is equally confused but is thoughtful enough to avert his gaze from your figure again.

“Did you see how pretty she looked?” 

“What?” Makki asks for the both of you.

“Isn’t she pretty?” The raven haired boy asks again, his lips so close to your ear sending shivers down your spine. You gasp when you feel his erection on your ass.

Hanamaki feels his mouth dry, but he speaks with honesty, 

“The most beautiful.”

Your stunned stare settles on him and your heart beat increases. 

Issei continues, “She loves you too, you know?” 

“Issei.” You don’t know what he’s thinking. Since when does he know? How did he find out? You’re scared of what this means and to where he’s trying to get. 

“You do?” Takahiro’s face looks different, a turmoil of hope and confusion. 

You don’t want to make yourself believe in something that might not be true. To lie and never get things right. Whatever you say, it could ruin everything either way. So you choose the truth and it’s out. 

“I love you both, so much. I’ve been in love with you for the longest time and I wanted to have both of you for myself.” 

 “I love you, Issei.” You turn to your boyfriend desperate to reassure him that even though you just admitted you loved his best friend too, your feelings for him are real, just as strong. That he’s made you the happiest. 

You turn to Takahiro, “I love you, Hiro. When Issei confessed, I made up my mind that if I couldn’t have both of you, I’d keep loving you as a friend and be happy to have you in my life like that.” 

“Mattsun is saying the truth. I’m in love with you too.” Hanamaki at last confesses. It’s like a veil fell from your eyes and now, seeing things in this new light, Hanamaki’s feelings are clear in his.

 Makki, then, looks at his best friend, who just smiles as if pleased, his arms wrapped around you with his hands splayed on your stomach. 

“So I thought,” He starts leaving kisses on your neck, a breathy sigh leaving your mouth. “Since she was all cute preparing for today,” More kisses, “that you should join us.” 

“Wait a minute.” Makki realizes, “You planned this.”

“Mm hmm.” Mattsun starts grinding against you and you moan his name. “You okay?” He asks you sweetly. You nod, suspecting the question means more. But you’re okay, aside from being slightly overwhelmed by your feelings, and very much turned on. 

Makki is growing painfully hard on his pants and thinks he might just cum by looking at you starting to get off grinding on Mattsun’s lap. “Wanna watch how pretty she looks when I fuck her?” 

Hanamaki swallows, nods, and sees you trying to hide your face on Issei’s neck in shyness and also aware of how vulnerable you are, having Mattsun do as he pleases with you while Makki watches. Mattsun has come a long way convincing you how pretty you are and chipping away at your insecurities. And even though Hanamaki has never failed to tell you how beautiful you are, it’s still the first time he’s seeing you like this. 

“Issei, I need you.” you whisper to him.

“I know baby, I’m right here.”

Mattsun moves so his back is against the headboard. He takes his shirt and pants off, and you help him out of his boxers. He pumps himself a few times and you go to take Makki’s hoodie off but he stops you. 

“Keep it on.” 

You nod and shuffle on your knees to go straddle him. Pushing your panties to the side and grabbing his cock, you start to lower yourself on him slowly. Mattsun groans and raises the hem of Makki’s hoodie so the boy has a full view of your ass and as you take him in. 

“Oh fuck.” The pink haired boy has sat down on the bed too, his attention on the two of you. 

When you finally take all of him, Mattsun gives you a moment for you to adjust to the stretch before he thrusts his hips up slowly, deep, hard. He tells you how well you’re taking him and such praises to get you to feel at ease, and really because you’re doing so good.Your hands are on his chest as he fucks you and you take it. He pulls out almost completely and slams back into you, getting moans to tumble past your pretty lips. Makki looks down to where you two are joined, seeing how Issei’s cock glistens covered in your arousal that has started to collect at the base of it. Each time you bounce up and down there’s a string of your juices connecting your skin. It’s not long before his grip on your waist tightens and he stills, making you sit on it stuffed to the brim. You whine feeling deliciously full. Mattsun’s cock throbs inside you, he lets out beautiful moans when he cums.

You let him catch up his breath before lifting yourself from him. Eager to have a taste, you lower your face and start licking Issei’s cock, then take him in your mouth. You’re making a show, bending prettily so that Makki, who's behind you, has a full view of your pussy.

“God, you’re so hot.” You love the compliment. You feel it to your core,clenching over nothing, Makki getting a glimpse of the pearly white cum that Issei fucked deep into you. “C’mere.” 

You take him off your mouth and straighten up, you stare at him completely enamored. His dark locks, damp and curling up on his forehead, his nice brows and long lashes, face flushed and lips parted slightly as he catches his breath. He has that same look on his face while looking at you. 

“Now, take the hoodie off.” You comply and lift it off your head, placing it beside you. Issei brings his hands up to fondle your tits, and you gasp when he pinches and twists your nipples. “Turn around so Makki can see you.” 

When you do, you’re met with a pretty affected Makki. His eyes filled with lust while he stares at both of you. You notice the wet spot on his pants and bite your lip. He ended up cumming untouched. 

You feel Issei behind you pushing your panties out of the way again, rubbing himself against your asscheeks before pushing himself back in you. 

This time around, he leaves you to do the work. You seek purchase on his thighs as you lift yourself up and start fucking yourself on Issei’s cock. Now Makki can enjoy the way your face scrunches up with pleasure and how your tits bounce with your movements. 

You start to feel the pressure build up in the pit of your stomach. Matsukawa knows you’re close by the way you start to clench around him. Your legs start to tremble, moans getting louder and you cum at the same time, your pussy so tight around him milking him dry. 

You fall back against Issei, breathing heavily while he whispers sweet soothing nothings into your ear. Hanamaki scoots over to you, still sitting on top of Mattsun, and you send him a tired smile. 

Makki cups your face, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks. You take the moment to admire his gray irises, his hair that has such a unique shade, the freckles on his nose and the apple of his cheeks. Your gaze falls to his lips, goes back to his eyes and down again.

There’s no need for words. In an instant he’s leaning in closer to kiss your lips. It’s soft, and sends a wave of warmth from your face to your chest. 

His lips move to your cheek, moving to your jaw and down to that sensitive spot on your neck, and he’s rewarded with the soft moan you let out. Your hands move restlessly over his t-shirt.  He leans back for a moment to get rid of it so there’s nothing in between his skin and your touch. He returns to leaving kisses on your neck, then further down to your chest. Matsukawa unclasps your bra and Makki pushes it away, starting to suck on one of your tits while his hand caresses the other. He switches places before he brings his lips back to yours, earning another contented sigh from you, his tender kisses and touch so sweet after such an intense climax. 

You let out a whimper when you feel Mattsun lifting you from him and pulling out and you're wrapped in Makki's arms. He gently lays you down on the bed and returns to kissing you. He knows you’re tired, so he won’t fuck you just yet. Instead, he tugs your ruined panties off and  goes down, down, spreading your legs open for him to bring his face to your pussy. With two fingers, he spreads your lips open. The way he stares at you makes you want to close your legs but his other hand stops you from doing so, his grip on your thigh bruising tight. 

Your breath picks up in anticipation. Makki doesn’t make you wait long though. He brings his mouth to your pussy and slowly starts to work his tongue on it. Your sensitivity by your previous orgasm adding to how good he’s making you feel makes the amount of pleasure almost unbearable. Almost. 

Your hands go from gripping the sheets to tangle up on his hair. Makki moans in response while he continues to lick and suck. The mixture of your arousal, your cum and Mattsun’s collects on his tongue as he keeps eating you out. He doesn’t let it go to waste and cleans it up as it keeps dripping out of you. 

Tears prick the corner of your eyes and just when you start to think it’s all too much, Makki leaves a couple of tender kisses on the inside of your thighs and moves away. 

Lying there, you try to calm your breath while watching how Matsukawa opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Makki stands over him and spits the mouthful of his cum he hadn’t swallowed yet. They switch places and the action is repeated. 

Makki gasps when Mattsun slips his hand under his pants and closes it around his length, starting to move it up and down. Mattsun brings his lips to his shoulder, to his neck where he bites the flesh softly. He thrusts into Mattsun’s hand until he also comes undone and you stare at his pleasure riddled face, his naked chest heaving. Then he looks as Mattsun brings that same hand he just used to get him off towards your face for you to suck his fingers clean, your eyes never leaving Makki’s lighter ones. 

You open your arms, and Makki welcomes the invitation by climbing on top of you and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, being careful not to put all his weight down on you. Your giggles are contagious as he starts to chuckle himself while leaving kisses on your cheek.Grabbing Issei’s arm, you pull him towards the two of you to join you. Him and Makki share a kiss and then he leaves a kiss on your temple and you stay there together cuddled in bed for a while, heart full now that the two of them are with you. 

—

Matsukawa, Hanamaki and you had known each other for years. You noticed you were attracted to both of them and you never could put one above the other. Matsukawa and Hanamaki’s relationship had been close to crossing the line between friendship and love several times. Finally, Matsukawa gathered the courage to tell him about his feelings. That’s when Makki told him that he also had feelings for him but there was someone else and couldn’t be with him until he sorted out what it all really meant for him. Some time after, you get together with Matsukawa, not knowing that that someone else Makki mentioned was you, both unknowingly hurting him. Noticing a shift in Makki’s behavior, Mattsun looks for a reason to it. That’s when he realizes how different he acts with you compared to others. And you, how sometimes suddenly something else comes up when the three of you would usually hang out. Still you can’t hide how much you care for Makki when he’s around. Matsukawa knows, so he decides to act on it.. He’s nervous yet excited, for he’s sure of it. Both boys already know how they feel about each other, Hanamaki is in love with you just as much as he is and you love both of them. 

A/N:. The horny spirit has possessed me once again. I’ve been a nasty girl, nasty. LMAO. I refuse to comment about this one. Just: matsuhana ily <3. Oh, and added a little backstory at the end since most of the main fic is porn lmao. I'm sorry makki my beloved for making you hurt. If you love matsuhana too, this one could be for you I guess. Hope it is not too bad, like, I struggle writing about two guys in love so imagine 3!!! XD. Ah this last comment is for the future: I still haven’t named this but I’m positive the name will suck. 

Until next time,

-Youmarin <3

[cxvii666]

boyfriend texts w/ ten

FEATURING!

yuuta okkotsu, hanta sero, TADASHI YAMAGUCHI, takuma ino, denki kaminari, izuku midoriya, tooru oikawa, takahiro hanamaki, satoru gojo, testuro kuroo, hitoshi shinsou, atsumu miya + ur favs ofc

[captain-hawks]

"i really appreciate this," hanamaki repeats himself for what may very well be the eighth or ninth time since he arrived on your doorstep twenty minutes ago, just past midnight.

you place a pillow and blanket on the couch beside him and shrug, smiling softly, "we don't mind having you here."

he drags a hand through his hair and sighs, "i promise i'll be out of your hair soon though, i'm gonna start looking into apartments in the morning."

your chest aches for your friend—because while you thought moving in with his girlfriend of four months was a terrible idea from the start, he certainly didn't deserve to come home from work to find her with someone else.

"i still wish you'd let me go over there and fight her," you grumble, shooting at look at your boyfriend.

issei grins, shaking his head. "she already knows you hate her though, she'd probably run down the fire escape as soon as you bust in the door."

you cross your arms. "i'm civilized enough to knock before decking her."

your boyfriend snorts.

hanamaki scoffs, and then he laughs, and it's the first you've seen him smile since he arrived. "i'm going to politely decline your offer for the sake of my security deposit."

you shrug. "i make no promises if i see her on the street."

he sighs dramatically, head falling against the back of his couch just as issei plops down on the cushion beside him, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"hey, bright side. now you have more time to hang out with us again," he flicks hanamaki's ear.

hanamaki groans, sarcastically pumping a fist in the air. "the third wheel lives to see another day."

you nudge his foot. "i missed you crashing on the couch every saturday night and making eggs benedict for breakfast. issei can't poach an egg to save his life."

issei sticks his tongue out at you.

hanamaki rolls his eyes, tapping a finger against his chin. "something never quite seemed fair about me listening to your loud ass sex all night and then making both of you breakfast the next morning."

issei shrugs, getting up, "not my fault you didn't just come in and join."

hanamaki chokes out, "what?"

you shoot your boyfriend a look. "issei, you can't just drop that on him, he's still fragile."

"he told me he had a sex dream about us when he was drunk a few months ago."

"i what?!" hanamaki squeaks.

"he just broke up with his girlfriend!"

"i'm being a supportive friend."

"are you supporting his ass with your dick?! he was still crying like five minutes ago!"

"i mean you said you wanted both of us to fuc—"

"uh," hanamaki interrupts loudly.

both of you turn to him, and he blinks several times before continuing—

"...so does this mean i don't have to sleep on the couch?"

[valkyriejudgement]

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO x READER

Notes: | Haikyuu | This was written in 15 minutes. It's not fully fleshed out, it was just an idea that I had. It's literally just an unfinished piece if I'm honest.

“Sit down and let me look at it.”

Hanamaki rambling about how “you should see the other guy.”

Exasperated, pulling out the first aid kit and trying to deal with Makki’s busted lip and cut eyebrow, “Just sit so I can-“

Makki snickering and trying to keep the situation light. “And then he came swinging again, as if I hadn’t already knocked him on his ass-“

“I said sit.” Your hand on his chest, eyes dark and stern.

A pause, Makki’s eyes wide and lips slightly parted. A soft “Oh.” Escaping him. He sits. He swallows thickly, eyes darting quickly around your face.

“Now let me take a look at you.” Your eyes soften and your teeth worry at your bottom lip as you take in Makki’s wounds.

The bathroom seems so small with the two of you huddled together. Makki on the toilet seat and you between his legs carefully dabbing at his cuts.

Makki hisses when you dab at his lip, a hand darting out and gripping your thigh.

You continue to work, trying desperately to ignore the feeling of his fingers softly brushing along the line of where your skirt ends on your leg.

Makki fingers still, “Thank you.” He murmurs.

You sigh and toss the cotton ball into the trash, “That’s my line you fool.” Your hand reaches out and runs gently through his hair, fingertips lightly passing over the tops of his ears and down to his neck.

He huffs a laugh leaning forward pressing his face into your stomach. Both of his hands gripping your thighs tightly, “I would fight a hundred guys for you.” His voice came slightly muffled.

You look down at the top of your friend’s head, heart stuttering. “Just a hundred?” You joke, a smile cracking on your face.

His head comes up fast, eyes locking with yours as he stands slowly. The drag of his body against yours as he reaches his full height is torturous. “I would do anything for you.” He states firmly.

There must be a clear sign of disbelief on your face because Makki lifts a hand and tilts your chin up, staring you down. “Anything.” He whispers, soft puffs of air bouncing off your lips and mingling with your own.

[fatherbrat]

thinking about makki as a fratboy. he’s as sleazy as they come. can’t find it in himself to commit to a damn thing, except for making you come. it’s the only reason you always find yourself back at his disgusting fraternity house, naked and sweaty in his bed. 

“please, hiro. no more, i can’t.” you try to move, a part of you even tempted to kick at the man in front of you—anything to get away from the vibrator he’s got pressed against your clit. 

“shhh, yes you can,” he says, an amused expression settling over his face. “just one more, mkay?”

you can only manage a nod, breathing deeply as you try to fight the next set of tears that are beginning to form. you bite your lip in a futile effort to hold back a scream, failing when he plunges two fingers into you, vibrator still buzzing against your poor clit. 

makki just shakes his head, raising an eyebrow as he tells you to shush. “you want the whole house to hear you? do that again and the next one won’t be the last.”

your eyes widen and you clamp your mouth shut. he laughs, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy at increasing speed. your body goes slack and you can almost taste the relief that rolls over you when you climax, a single squeak escaping your throat. 

you’re too exhausted to be annoyed when makki flops down onto the bed next to you, sighing heavily as if he’s the one that was just given 6 orgasms back-to-back. 

he pats your thigh playfully, glancing over to give you a self-satisfied grin. “when you can walk again, we can go get food.”

this time you find the energy to roll your eyes.

[sfznyxio]

-ˋˏ WILDEST FANTASIES ˎˊ

SYNOPSIS. you are irresistible and a source of temptation, especially in his imagination.

CHARACTERS. oikawa tooru, hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei, iwaizumi hajime

CONTENT. f!reader. canon-compliant, post-timeskip (2021). smut. 1.8k wc. rewrite of wildest fantasies at my old nsfw blue lock group blog @/bllk-after-dark, moved to haikyuu for an age-appropriate cast. reader is in a relationship with all except makki. seijoh 4 imagine how they would fuck reader. other warnings vary for each section and will be listed there instead because uh, it’s a lot.

VERA. sorry, the power of horny took over. i never read the manga, so i went with the seijoh 4 as the scenarios suit them the most. i struggled with makki and mattsun, so they may seem ooc. i guess I'm celebrating kinktober with this fic lol.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. OIKAWA TOORU

breeding kink, creampie, edging, fingering, jealousy (toward a teammate and kageyama), marking

mine is written on your skin with invisible ink. oikawa fumes at a player from his team talking to you, seemingly enjoying his company when he sees you laughing. he doesn’t experience rage often, but it can get worse when the infamous “king of the court” from the opponent team strikes up a conversation with you.

“what’s with the silent treatment, tooru?” the drive to the hotel is tense, and he treats you like a ghost. he also feels similar, for different reasons. when the two of you arrive at your room, he pins you down on the door with arms above your head and cunt on his knee. lust clouds his eyes as his tongue battles against yours and teeth nips at your throat, leaving a trail of bruises in its wake. 

“craving attention from him, out of all people when i’m here? i’m hurt.” you gasp at the friction of his knee on your cunt. his fingers slip inside, pumping them agonizingly slow as punishment. “think he can fuck you like this? hah, want everyone and that brat to know you’re mine.”

to prolong this type of behavior, you decide to instill delicious images in his head. “oh, how are you gonna show me off then? you’ve already done the hickeys. but what about a ring on my finger? or your cum out of me? or perhaps, a baby in me?”

oikawa pulls his fingers out when you’re nearing an orgasm. the impulse to buy a ring with his salary and propose you live, fuck you in the locker rooms to mark you with his cum, and knock you up so that guy can mind his damn business. he spends the entire night ramming his cock in you to make sure it takes.

“there you are! i had to ask one of your teammates where you were, but he’s so nice that i lost track.” oikawa is back at the court, dazed from his daydreaming. you didn’t notice him blanking out as you’re busy geeking out about his plays. “watching a match live was so exciting! i finally got to see your sets up close. one of the guys from the other team was your underclassman, right? i think he’s good too!”

he shuts you up with a kiss, and the audience reacts in a domino effect. the cameras pan to the two of you; his fans freak out that he is actually taken, and his teammates — as well as him — are in pure disbelief. you wonder why he did that. he looks proud of himself so you say nothing. “there. now the whole world knows.”

𝄞༉‧₊˚. HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO

begging, mutual masturbation, nipple play, phone sex, thoughts of oral sex (f!receiving), toxic relationships (with reader’s ex)

relief washes over him hearing that you broke up with ex over the phone. hanamaki never liked them to begin with, nor does he understand what you see in them. being the good friend he is, he remains civil, painfully. though it’s not as painful as suppressing his sinful thoughts about you squirming under touch, however.

“hey, makki. can you do me a favor?” he loves your voice. you saying his name is his greatest weakness. though it’ll be better to have you moan it in his ears when he rails you into a begging mess. now he feels guilty for harboring these feelings as he promised to only play as the ‘good friend’. but promises break eventually. “can you make me forget about them?”

the lines of friendship blur into indescribable tension. you express your frustration over lack of spice in your sex life, rambling about how badly you want to be fucked on someone’s mouth. the cries of your breasts and clit aching to be touched makes his cock to strain in his pants. sex isn’t a topic you confide in with your friends, but it does not matter now. you called him to forget after all.

“to tell you the truth, you’re driving me crazy,” he sighs with his head on the board while he pumps his length. labored breaths and whimpers are heard on your end. “what if i tell you i’m jerking off to you now, wishing i was inside that pretty pussy of yours? and what about you, wishing my mouth is there too and on your pretty tits to claim what has been mine in the first place?”

“i’m yours, always yours!” your whines turn into squeals, which has him cum on his hand. his body slumps over the edge of his bed, catching his breath alongside you. if you’re here, he would leave more proof that you are forever his with your ex nonexistent in your world. yet it’s all white noise. the entire time he has been spacing out, so you were waiting for an eternity for him to say something.

“hello? earth to makki?” hanamaki realizes the dried stickiness on his hand from his cum. he has been mindlessly jacking off to your voice. “i asked if you could do me a favor but i’d rather stop by your place to cool off. is it okay if i come over?”

“yeah. see you.” you thank him before hanging up. hanamaki tosses his phone away, contemplating what he has done. never, ever will he do this again and vows to not speak on it. all he can do is to maintain his role to comfort you through your breakup. he will do whatever it takes to prove he is indeed the better choice. there will be the day where you’re his for the taking.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. MATSUKAWA ISSEI

body worship, lap dance, lingerie, riding, sex toys (vibrator), strip tease, voyeurism

speechless is his reaction to you clad in lace lingerie. matsukawa develops a strong urge to impale you on his cock that is strained in his pants, just like how his arms are at the sides of his seat. for now he can only ogle at your body, a temptation for him to give into his desires, along with your alluring expressions.

the lingerie surprise tips him over the edge. he follows your fingers trail from your breasts to your clit, agonized by the drag of one of them along the lips back and forth. he grips his seat so hard he could feel the bones of his hands break. oh how he wants you so badly, but being the menace you are, you insist to stay patient until the end of your performance.

“not yet. keep your eyes on me.” you lift his chain to face you, with your mouth ghosting over his. how can he also enjoy the sight when you are torturing him with the sway of your hips, the flex of your thighs, and the bra straps hanging off your shoulders? and when you grind on his bulge with a vibrator in you which is your source of pleasure instead?

he finds himself matching your rhythm with an arm around your waist and the other cradling your head, kissing you as if his life depends on it. as clothes fly left and right, he yanks out your vibrator coated with your slick and finally plunges you onto him, having you seated for his show. how the tables have turned. now you’re the one being tortured, pounded with quick upward thrusts from him.

“now for the grand finale.” despite your protests to slow down, he wants to relish your body which is contorting in pleasure through the mirrors. a multitude of thrusts later, he reaches his climax and feels you clench, making sure you didn’t miss a single drop. it’s a shame that time goes by fast, because he sure wants to see your body arch for him over and over again.

“you know, it’s rude to stare without saying anything.” loud noises flood his ears. matsukawa is at the mall with you to help you buy new clothes to spice up your wardrobe. though when you mean by ‘spice up’, he does not expect to see you in lace lingerie at the fitting rooms. “so, uh… what do you think?”

matsukawa thinks that you may have a hidden agenda to seduce him, or just trying out the lingerie for fun. he marvels at how it suits your body, making you nervous. an idea pops into his head and whispers into the shell of your ear. “hm, not sure. why don’t you buy and put it on tonight for me so i can see it better?”

𝄞༉‧₊˚. IWAIZUMI HAJIME

aftercare, consent, insecurities, loss of virginity, missionary, petnames (baby), praise

sorry is your automatic reply when iwaizumi hints at wanting sex. you’re a virgin, so thoughts of being unable to satisfy someone experienced are rooted into your head. on the contrary, it’s a massive turn on. since it is your first time, he wants to make it extra special. he’s more excited than he should be so he tries to tone it down to not scare you.

you stare at him like a lost puppy as your partner reaches for your face. he smirks at how entranced you are when his fingers glide to your chin and then over your lips. he kisses you hard that you’re out of breath and pushes you to the bed. you begin to breathe normally again as he takes off his shirt, making his heart flutter, knowing that his body is for your eyes only.

“you can keep going,” you tell him when he checks up on you. with the slight encouragement of his hand drawing circles on your skin, you take off your shirt as well so he can explore more of your body. the two of you eventually strip yourselves bare while devouring each other with tongue and spit.

“squeeze if you want to stop.” your hand is intertwined with his, getting ready to signal for the sake of your safety. he penetrates you slowly, cock buried to the hilt inside, blabbering about how you’re taking him so well and swearing he’ll cum sooner than expected. the pitch of your moans is rising higher and higher. you hate how your sounds it seems by crashing your lips on his, but it tells him that he has done his job right.

“shit, baby. you’re absolutely perfect for me. how is this possible— agh,” iwaizumi hisses as he spills inside you. you’re now exhausted, sensitive from the caresses on your curves and kisses on your hands. this is what he would like to happen, however the next time he blinks, you’re lying beside him fully clothed.

“haji? you’re not saying anything.” you avert your gaze from his. you’re ashamed of literally pushing him away, believing that he’ll take offense judging from his silence. “i didn’t mean to do that. it happened so fast that i freaked out. can we start over and… start a little bit slower?”

“sure. let’s take things a little bit slower.” iwaizumi kisses your forehead to reassure you that you haven’t done anything wrong. somehow you’ve become bold, initiating the kiss and sneaking your hands under his shirt unconsciously. you retract from the sudden move, but he gestures to you to keep going. he’s so weak for you; he’ll do anything to make you happy.

[woncheolisms]

all eyes on you. (seijoh 4 x reader)

warnings: pure smut, not even an iota of plot, swearing, fem!reader, voyeurism, fingering, masturbation, implied group sex, slight degradation

word count: 1k

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead

“H-Hajime,” Your voice trembles and breaks, body arched and wound up tight. Your nails dig into his forearms enough to leave marks, but you’re not sure he minds, considering his fingers only speed up inside you and he moans deliciously in your ear.

Iwaizumi has your back against his chest, and your legs hooked over his. He spreads his legs, simultaneously spreading yours, his unoccupied arm wrapped tight around your waist to hold you in place and keep you nice and open for the three pairs of hungry eyes that are trained on your naked, sweaty body.

“Touch her clit,” Hanamaki whispers, his hand working over his own exposed cock. He is leaning back on the couch before you, looking more bored than anything, but his eyes are sizzling with heat, unblinking, and his hand on his cock is urgent. Your breath stutters, and you’re not sure if it’s because of his words or because Iwaizumi chooses that moment to curl his fingers inside you.

“Don’t tell me how to please my girlfriend.” Iwaizumi grunts back, free hand reaching up to cup at your breast almost possessively. Nevertheless, his fingers slide out of you with a wet squelch and reach up to toy at your engorged clit. Your legs jerk and you gasp at the change in sensations.

“Don’t get snarky, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa’s voice does not match the playfulness of his words. It is husky and low, and he too is playing with his erection. The head is deep pink and weeping with precum, proudly showing just how aroused he is. How can he not be? With the show Iwaizumi is using you to put on.

“She loves it so much, see? Look how pretty she looks.” Oikawa continues, voice turning softer now, more teasing. It almost doesn’t feel like a compliment. Like he is demeaning you, but it only turns you on even more. You can’t believe this is something you enjoy, the jeering way he was talking about you. Iwaizumi never did that. You whine, eyebrows creasing.

“She likes that.” Matsukawa somehow sounds just as sharp and teasing as Oikawa. He has been quiet this whole time, only watching. He hadn’t even undressed, choosing to instead stick his hand in his pants and slowly stroke over himself. Deep down, you longed to see his cock too, knowing because of the jokes the boys made over the years that he was more than well endowed. But you are too shy to voice your desire. You are already doing something you couldn’t have imagined in a million years.

“You assholes are lucky you’re even watching this.” Iwaizumi quipped. “Don’t be ungrateful.”

He keeps his fingers moving on your clit, unwinding his other arm from around you to fill up your empty hole again. You gasp and arch again, one arm reaching back to grip tight on his hair while the other continues clawing at his skin.

“Tell me how you feel, baby.” He coos, knowing you are getting closer.

“Tell us how you feel.” Oikawa interjects, grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him a glare. His hand speeds up, anticipating your release and wanting to reach his high at the same time.

“I-” You weep, tears escaping your eyes to coat your cheeks instead. “I- Hajime!”

“Sshh, I’ve got you.” Hajime kisses the skin just below your ear, a spot that he knows is sensitive. “You’re doing so good, baby. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Everyone’s looking at you. You’re so sexy.”

“You are, Y/N-chan.” Oikawa speaks again. “Can’t believe I’ve never seen you like this before. Been missing out.”

“Wish it was me,” Hanamaki chimed in. “Wonder what your pretty pussy would feel like on my cock.”

“Watch it.” Iwaizumi warned, but you moaned loudly, clamping down hard on his fingers. Matsukawa snickered.

“You’ve got a whore on your hands, Iwa.” He commented. “She fucking loves the thought of it. Isn’t that right?”

He leans forward, hand moving faster and faster inside his jeans. His words shock you, he is so crass. But it sends a current zipping down your torso, settling like heat in the pit of your stomach. Iwaizumi rubbed hard against your clit, curling his fingers against your spot.

“You want their cocks?” Iwaizumi groans into the shell of your ear, picking up on how aroused you are getting. “You little slut. You’re not satisfied by just me. You’re not even satisfied by them watching. You need them to fuck you.”

You wail as you come, body winding tight as electricity runs up your spine and clutches tight at your lungs. You try to close your legs, to stop Hajime’s hands as they continue to abuse your sloppy pussy. He doesn’t let you, though. His legs hold yours in place as he watches your body writhe. There are groans and curses, as one man after another cums after you, reaching their limit at the sight of your undulating torso, your curled toes, your jaw slacked and your tears still flowing.

Iwaizumi finally pulls his fingers out, running his drenched hand over your sensitive cunt. You jump and whine, trying to push him away, but your weakened limbs are no match for him. He brings his hand down, spanking your pussy and making you yelp.

“Behave,” Iwaizumi nibbles at your earlobe. “Be nice. We have guests.”

Your eyes finally find your audience, their flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. You immediately notice the white that coats their cocks, their hands, some traveling up their bare fronts. You flush at the sight, and you feel something in your core stir again.

Iwaizumi pats your thigh, closing his legs and encouraging you to move. He manhandles you to face him, bringing your focus down to his still rock hard cock. Your breath hitches at the little smirk on his face.

“C’mon, baby. Take care of me. And if these idiots wanna keep watching, they’re welcome to.”

No one moves from the couch, straightening to eye the show you will put on next.

[box-of-roses]

♡.﹀﹀Chapstick﹀﹀.♡

Characters: Tsukki, Kageyama, Hinata, Makki, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Atsumu

Warnings: None that I can think of <3

Synopsis: What chapstick I think the different Haikyuu characters would use

Tsukki

Strawberry

Probably not one to just have chapstick on him at all times so he steals yours

When you first notice he’s been stealing your chapstick you can’t help but smile

Everytime you kiss it tastes like strawberries now because he’s started carrying his own supply of chapstick so you kiss him more often (not that he would admit that)

“Kei, have you seen my chapstick?” You ask as you start looking around the room. You were sure you left it in here. Not on the table, not on the couch…where could it have gone?

“Yeah, I have it right here. You really need to be more careful where you leave your things dummy.” He rolls his eyes and holds out the chapstick to you. You notice a sheen across his lips though and smile a little. 

“Did you use my chapstick?” 

“And if I did? What are you gonna do about it?” You laugh a little and lean into his face. 

“My lips are a little chapped if you don’t mind.” With that you kiss him and while he’s still in shock take your chapstick back. “You know if you wanted to use it you could’ve just asked.”

Kageyama

Milk Tea

He unlike some others on this list would keep chapstick on him

You’re the one who steals his chapstick

He gets the same flavor every time and goes to one specific store because it’s the only one that carries that flavor

“Tobi, take me with you!” You cling to him. He rolls his eyes and shrugs a bit to get you up and walking by yourself. 

“Sure, you can come with me. Maybe you can get some of your own chapstick while you’re at it.” He teases and gives you a smile. You shove him playfully.

“Then where would be my reason to kiss you?”

“Maybe you can just kiss your boyfriend?” He raises an eyebrow at you and opens the door to the store for you. 

“Nah! It’s more fun this way.” 

He gets jealous when you do in fact find a chapstick and stop kissing him when your lips get chapped

He 100% hides the chapstick so you have to come to him again

Hinata

Cake

Another one to steal your chapstick

It was a random one you had in your bag so you just gave it to him from your stash

Definitely only uses cake flavors now because it reminds him of you

Hinata looked around everywhere for the small tube of vanilla cake chapstick you had given him. He was upset that he couldn’t find it. Where was it? He looked everywhere before he gave up. He was sulking on the couch when you returned home. “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He sniffles.

You rush over to him and sit down in front of him. “Oh, Sho, what’s wrong?” You cup his face.

“I lost the chapstick you gave me.” You start laughing. 

“Is that it?” You smile and rummage through your bag before pulling out another chapstick. “I have more, you know.” You hand the chapstick to him. Birthday Cake. 

You noticed he liked the cake flavors so you kept a stash with you at all times incase he happened to lose another one

He found the chapstick he lost the next week, turns out he left it at practice

When you lose your chapstick though he’s there proudly offering the one you gave to him

Makki

Hot Coco

Got it on a whim

Now during Christmas time he stocks up because you told him you liked how his lips tasted once

This doesn’t mean he doesn’t like playing tricks on you though

Remember that trend where people were kissing their partners with lip plumper? Yeah he 100% did that to you

Makki smiled as his plan was coming together. You were going to come home any minute and he was the picture of a doting boyfriend. Sitting on the couch waiting patiently for you to return so you could give him a kiss. 

When you do finally walk through the door you smile and rush to your boyfriend. He’ll never get over how your face lights up when you see him. It’s probably one of his favorite things, that he can make you happy just by being there. You immediately go down to kiss him. After a few minutes though your lips start tingling. Your eyes narrow at him. “Makki. Did you put lip plumper on?”

“Are my kisses that electric to you honey?” He says with a shit eating grin on his face. Well, that answers that question. 

It’s okay though, you get back at him 

You two keep each other on your toes but there’s no denying that when you kiss him and taste hot coco you fall in love all over again

Iwaizumi

Mint

A traditional man

Not against changing flavors if you give it to him though

He always has one on him, a habit he picked up from Oikawa

Definitely teases you though when you first kissed him and recoiled because you weren’t expecting mint

You had finally worked up enough nerve to kiss Iwaizumi. You lean in slowly but once your lips touch you jump back. Your lips tingle and you’re not sure why. Iwaizumi starts laughing though. “My lips are so tingly!” You whisper-yell and put your hand over your mouth. It’s then that you notice the smell of mint. “Hajime! How could you,” you push him back a little. 

“Sorry my love! I didn’t know you would react like that!” This time though you’re prepared when he kisses you again. The tingling of the mint fades away quickly and it’s replaced by the warmth of his lips

As a result his kisses are cold and then warm

You learn to love the cold and find it refreshing, especially if he’s coming back from his morning run and you need a kiss to wake you up

Pair that with his mint toothpaste and you’ve got a recipe to wake you up and get ready for the day

Mattsun

Blueberry Poptart

He tries to find the weirdest flavors he can

He just also really likes the Blueberry Poptart flavor though so it’s the one he always comes back to

It’s a hard flavor to find but he thinks it’s worth it for the smile you make when you notice the flavor

Chapstick game with his collection

Mattsun thought with his collection of wacky flavors it would be fun to play the chapstick game. A good excuse to kiss you as much as he wanted to without any other reason. Of course you agreed so here the two of you were, sitting on your bed with chapstick splayed out on the blanket. 

“So, do you want to go first?” You ask as you look at all the options. Mattsun smiles and nods. 

“Yeah, sure. Close your eyes though. No cheating.” He could care less about if you cheated or not. He just wanted to kiss you for hours. Hence why he brought out his full collection of 60 different flavors. You were going to be here for a while.

It was the chapstick you were wearing on your first date when he kissed you (That’s why he comes back to it) 

You two also definitely play the chapstick game again whenever either of you want to kiss each other without a good reason

Sakusa

Cherry

Another simple man

He just wants his lips to be hydrated

Enjoys your smile when you kiss him and realize it’s cherry though

There’s nothing sentimental about it you just like the taste of cherry chapstick

Your first kiss wasn’t anything spectacular. The both of you were nervous but weren’t sure why. The two of you had kissed other people before so why was it so nerve wracking this time? Sakusa is the one who gets his head together first and cups your face. He pulls down his mask and smiles softly at you. “Are you ready?”

You nod your head with a shaky smile. Both of you lean in and it’s a very nice kiss. It’s gentle and you’re not sure why you were so worried before. The both of you pull away with a smile. “That wasn’t so scary. We were just being silly. Also, the cherry is nice. I like it.” You say and lean back in for another. He lets out a small chuckle and leans back in too. 

Will only try a new chapstick if you’re the one wearing it

If he really wants to try it he’ll give you a quick kiss before standing back up and acting like nothing happened

Atsumu

Fanta

Another weird chapstick connoisseur 

He just really likes Fanta so he keeps some on him wherever he goes

He has at least 6 of them at a time; One in his gym bag, school bag, pants pocket, jacket pocket, one at home on the counter, and one on the bedside table

Also on that enjoys the shocked look on your face

He had only just started carrying around chapstick after he learned your lips could get sunburnt. Needless to say when you kissed him goodbye that morning Fanta was certainly not what you were expecting to taste. He just stands there smirking as you lick your lips confused. “Is that…Fanta? Do you have Fanta chapstick?” 

“Guilty as charged.” He says and leans against the door frame. “Want another one?” You roll your eyes but pull him into another kiss. 

“Not what I was expecting but it’s not bad.” 

Switches it up with other soda flavors

Loves surprising you but that doesn’t mean you can’t surprise him too

You find a Pepper chapstick and rewrap it so it looks like the Fanta one

Payback for all the times he’s pranked you

I hope you guys enjoyed! Once again an impulse post 💀 let me know if you want a part two with different characters!!! <3

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Malleable

PAIRING - bf!Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader x Matsukawa Issei WC - 5K GENRE - Smut. no plot. i’m not sorry. CW - light dub-con (no explicit yes at first & mentions of reader being fucked when unconscious), filming, slight size kink, vaginal penetration, facefucking oral m!receiving, im unhinged sorry. PRONUNCIATION: mal·le·a·ble DEFINITION: able to be pressed permanently out of shape without breaking; easily influenced; pliable. SYNOPSIS - Playing anything other than video games with your bf and his best friend was not the original intention…but who are you to complain about it?

It wasn’t uncommon for me to come home and find Issei in my room, or even in my bed. His body taking up my side of the bed as he leaned against the headboard, game controller in his hand as his other pushed away the leg of Takahiro. Takahiro who was laying on his own side of our shared bed, on his stomach and facing the TV. Shouts and threats easily coming out of their lips, directed at each other as their video game went on.

I was generally happy to leave them be, let them have their moment as I went to run any errands I’d missed throughout the week. Today was the first time I’d had absolutely nothing to do. And coincidentally, Takahiro had offered to let me play with them. So in addition to the usual two boys on my bed for game day, I was laid in the center of the bed, nothing but a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt on my body as I laid the same way as Takahiro. His hands guiding mine on my controller every few minutes as I tried to keep up with the boys.

My eyes were too focused on the screen, trying to match fairly against the two that were already going easy on me. Too focused to notice the way Takahiro kept glancing back at Issei, and facing the wrong way to notice what Takahiro was. The way that Issei’s eyes zoned in on my thighs everytime they squeezed together when I tensed up because of the game. The way he watched my ass with a smirk every time I adjusted my hips, squirming in anxiousness at the way I was clearly losing the game.

It took a few rounds of me getting my ass kicked in the game for me to decide that maybe I just needed to walk away and come back. “I’m gonna go get some drinks, more of the same for you two?” I asked as I climbed over Takahiro to get out of bed and head for the door. They both nodded their consent and I was quick to head downstairs to refill all of our drinks. It wasn’t much work and didn’t take long, but I thought that it must be a great way to reset my head so that I wouldn’t get beat in the game as fast in the next round.

Issei and Takahiro had been talking when I reentered the room, but it seemed like my presence was enough to disband the conversation. I gave them both a weird look but shrugged and laid back down where I’d previously been, nestling my body against Takahiro’s. I quickly let myself drop back into the game, smiling when Issei quickly lost and it became just Takahiro and I in the game. I barely registered the movement on the bed behind me until I felt fingers brush along the hem of my shorts.

My body froze quickly, my eyes widening and flicking over to Takahiro, but he was just watching the screen. He smirked lightly, not bothering to look over at me as he spoke. “Keep playing sweetcheeks, he’s playing his own game.” He mumbled and guided my head back to the TV quickly.

I felt a small whine come out of my throat as I felt Issei’s fingers push my shorts to the side. His palms easily cupping against my ass and his thumbs brushed against my core through my panties. I bit my lip, trying to keep my sounds to myself as Issei’s hands pulled my thighs apart. My eyes flicked back to Takahiro but he seemed completely indifferent to what was happening with his best friend.

Now I would be lying if I said that I hadn’t thought about Issei this way, or even mentioned to Takahiro once or twice, while drunk of course, about possibly sleeping with someone else. But I’d never imagined something like this happening, laying next to my boyfriend as his best friend was being mesmerized about how my thighs clenched when his fingers moved.

Issei’s hands were distracting as I tried to keep up with Takahiro in the game. He was slow in his movements, pressing just a single finger past my underwear and brushing against the wetness settling between my legs. I couldn’t help the whine that fell past my lips then, my head tumbling forward as Issei’s finger dragged up and down my slit.

Takahiro finally dropped his game controller, leaning up to watch what his friend was doing with my body. “You don’t have to be gentle with her.” He teased with a chuckle and Issei’s huff of laughter fell on deaf ears as I focused on the way two of his fingers suddenly sunk into me.

I whined easily, clenching around his digits. “Fuck.” Issei let out a groan as he pulled his fingers out before letting them sink back in. “She’s so fucking tight, Makki.” I felt my breathing stutter, my hands tightening around the controller still in my hands as Issei’s fingers slowly worked in and out of me. I was so focused on the way his fingers curled inside of me that I hadn’t noticed Takahiro’s hands touching my jaw until his fingers were prying open my jaw and pressing a ring between my teeth to keep my mouth open just wide enough for it to ache.

I whined up at him, eyes meeting his as he smirked down at me. “Wanna see your pretty tongue hang out for me sweet cheeks.” He pinched one of my cheeks after tightening the strap that held the ring in place and smiled when I whimpered around the gag, my tongue trying to press into the bottom of the ring. Issei’s fingers slipped out of me but quickly grabbed my hips instead as he and Takahiro pulled my body off the bed and maneuvered me onto my hands and knees. “Stay.” Takahiro instructed playfully as I watched him reach for his shirt, dragging it off his body easily. I watched him undress, a little drool starting to collect along my lips but I was quick to lick it off. I could feel Issei’s clothes drop onto the bed next to me but refused to disobey Takahiro and move to watch.

That decision caused my body to jerk forward in surprise when Issei’s fingers slipped back into me suddenly. “Don’t wanna break my new toy.” He joked when I caught Takahiro giving him a disapproving look. “You have such a pretty little cunt princess.” Issei mumbled, voice sounding as dazed as I felt under his touch.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Takahiro’s fingers drew my attention back to him as he tapped on my tongue as it curled in my mouth. “Tongue out.” He instructed and I obeyed, despite the feeling of drool slipping down the muscle that I wanted to pull back into my mouth. “Good. Now I want your eyes on me, okay?” I nodded lightly as he stood above me, eyes fixated on his as I looked up. Issei’s fingers were still slow in their movements, making me feel full but never giving enough friction.

I watched as Takahiro leaned off to the side, picking his phone up from where he’d left it on the shelf, before pointing it at me. “Wanna keep this memory, yeah? Look into the camera for me?” He smiled when I obeyed, focusing my eyes on the camera lens. He laughed then, and turned his phone sideways to capture me in the frame better before tapping on the screen a few times. “I got a better idea, actually.” The TV screen behind Takahiro came alive again as his phone synched up, my face now lit up on the screen, moving as Takahiro moved his camera. “There, so Mattsun can see your cute little faces too.”

Issei’s fingers slipped into me deeper and my eyes rolled slightly, a strangled whine coming from my lips as he bumped against a sensitive spot. “Fuck, that’s hot.” Issei noted as he flicked his eyes between the TV screen and where I was stuffed with his fingers.

“Don’t have to prep her that much Mattsun,” Takahiro chuckled, smirking at his friend over my body, ignoring the way I looked up at him, “she liked it when it hurts.” Issei groaned a little at the thought, eyes training on how I stretched around just two of his fingers, imagining his whole length. “Hey,” Takahiro tapped my cheek for attention and I looked up at him, “Mattsun’s pretty big, want him to fuck you dumb?”

Takahiro’s grip on my chin forced my head to nod as I whimpered. He hooked his finger into the gag and pull it out of my mouth slightly, nodding his consent for me to verbalize the request. “Please Issei,” I mumbled back to the man behind me, feeling his fingers curl again, “wanna go dumb on your cock.” Takahiro smiled, shoving the gag back into my mouth, cutting off my protest as Issei withdrew his fingers.

Takahiro was smirking, a devious thing on his lips as he watched my hips try to push back towards Issei. I couldn’t be bothered to think about why Takahiro looked so smug as I whined around the gag when I could feel Issei lining up being me. “You’ve no idea how big he really is do you, sweet cheeks?”  He smirked, bringing the camera back to my eye level. “Just my dumb little cutie, aren’t you?” I nodded my head rapidly, looking up into Takahiro’s eyes, ignoring the camera. He clicked his tongue at me in disappointment. “Keep your eyes on the camera baby,” he tapped his finger against the phone next to the lens and watched as I followed instructions, “wanna watch you fall apart over and over again.”

I was too focused on trying to push my hips towards Issei as I kept my eyes on the camera, that I missed the way Takahiro nodded back to Issei. Issei was quick to push his hips against mine, slowly pushing his way in. The scream that left my mouth was barely muffled by the gag as I fell off my arms, top half collapsing onto the bed. The pain radiating through my lower half had tears pooling in my eyes, broken whines falling from my tongue as my head dropped forward. It felt like I was being split down the middle as he continued to push in. Takahiro’s fingers lifted my chin back up, putting my expressions on display for the camera.

I whined and panted, trying to catch my breath, my hips unwillingly trying to move away from him to ease the stretch. “Hey,” Issei laughed as his hands caught my hips and pulled them back up and into place, “ you asked for this.” He stopped moving and I felt so full, trying to whine about it but the words wouldn’t form around the gag. “You seem like you’re pretty full baby.” He was laughing but I nodded desperately, agreeing with his comment. I could feel some of my tears leak down my cheeks, feeling him throb inside of me, stretching me out. I could hear his fake pout in his voice then, “but I haven’t even bottomed out yet.” My eyes snapped up to Takahiro quickly, both widening as I looked to him for help. It was only a split second, right before they rolled back when he pushed the rest of the way in harshly.

A wet sob choked around the gag in my mouth as Takahiro kept my head up, capturing the way my eyes squeezed shut, tears falling down my cheeks as I tried to adjust to him, unable to whine about how it felt like too much. “But pretty girl,” Takahiro’s voice was condescending as his hand stroked my cheek gently, “you still want Mattsun to fuck you dumb right?” I paused for just a split second before I was nodding again, desperate to be good for them, make them happy.

Issei was slow at first, hands firm on my hips as he pushed mine away from his. A series of groans and curses fell from Issei’s lips as his hands squeezed my hips. He was pulling my hips back to him slowly again. I couldn’t help but whimper as he continued his slow pace, the pain mixing into pleasure. Overwhelming as he pulled my body to his pleasure, restraining himself as he dragged me back and forth. “Fuck, she feels too good.” Issei groaned, voice strained as he spoke over me.

Takahiro was taking in the way my tongue lolled out of my mouth through the gag, my watery eyes staring through the camera, glazed over as I felt dizzy. “C’mon, Mattsun, really give it to her. She’s already about to cum.” I whined, knowing he was right, the tightening in my stomach winding tighter by the second.

Issei’s hips picked up pace then, and I shrieked as he rocked his hips back into me. His pace was quick and I swore I could feel him in my throat. I could barely register the sound of his hips slamming against mine with the way his cock bumped against my cervix with every thrust, deliciously painful. “Stop tryna run, baby.”  Issei growled, his hands dragging my hips back up to him from where they’d started to drop. Takahiro came back into my vision, his smirk behind his camera as his fingers kept my head up. I could feel my eyes starting to cross, the world around me turning double as I focused on the way Issei felt pounding into me over and over again.

“C’mon sweet girl,” Takahiro cooed, his fingers finding the gag in my mouth again to pull it out, “tell me how much you like Mattsun inside you.”

“Feels so-” a whine ripped through my mouth as Issei slightly changed the angle of his hips, a shaky sob fell past my lips. “Feels good Hiro, love love-” I screamed slightly as Issei thrusted harder. “Feels so-” I cried out again as Issei leaned his upper body over mine, pushing into me impossibly deeper, his arm wrapping around my hips so his fingers could brush my clit. My vision blurred out as my fists gripped the comforter under me. Issei was unrelenting as my orgasm ripped through me, tears flooding my cheeks as I convulsed under him.

Takahiro clicked his tongue at me in disappointment. “You too dumb to ask for permission already?” He teased and I whined, regret trying to fill my body but the way Issei was pounding into me still, it was hard to focus on anything but that. “That’s okay. Mattsun, if she can’t ask anyways, she wants us to pull everything we can from her.” Takahiro tilted my head to the side, a different angle for the camera to catch the drool falling off my tongue and coating my chin, mixing with my tears. “Look so messy, so pretty like this, hmm?” I nodded softly, whimpering agreement. He stood back up then, tapping his tip against my tongue for just a second before thrusting into my mouth.

My body jerked back involuntarily in response, but it immediately had my eyes crossing from the way I accidentally impaled myself further on Issei’s cock. I choked around Takahiro and watched as he passed the phone back to Issei, both pressing into me further to lean towards each other.

“Look pretty back here too.” Issei told me, the vision on the TV screen now showing Issei stretching me out. He pulled out slowly and reveled in how I leaked my own juices around him before quickly shoving back inside of me. I jerked slightly, eyes rolling at the feeling of him thrusting back into me. “Look how stretched you are princess, can’t even tighten up around me can you?” I whined around Takahiro as he took the phone back from Issei.

Takahiro pointed the phone back at my face, still not moving down my throat as he spoke. “Mattsun, why don’t you fill her up now? You want Mattsun’s cum, sweet thing?” My eyes widened at the prospect, and I could feel my body tense up. “Look how excited she is Mattsun.” He teased, and I could only imagine that Issei was now watching my face on the screen. “You’re gonna watch later how desperate you look for it. Now,” he chuckled and pulled out of my mouth, leaving me panting and trying to catch my breath, “why don’t you beg him for it baby.”

Issei didn’t even give me the chance to catch my breath before he picked back up at an unrelenting pace. Small shrieks left my lips as I babbled, attempting to ask for it but too overwhelmed with the way he was ramming into me over and over again, chasing his own high.

“You’re so cute tryna beg.” Issei teased, laughter coming from both him and Takahiro as they pulled my upper body off the bed. “Hand me the phone Makki, wanna record her taking it.” I whined at the idea and my eyes rolled as Issei’s thrusts got even rougher.

“Here baby, watch.” Takahiro gripped my chin and directed it straight at the screen, forcing me to watch the way my pussy swallowed his cock up every time. Clinging onto him as he pulled back. “Look at your cute little cunt trying to take him. Want him to fill you up with cum?” I nodded my head desperately, whiny semblances of the word yes falling from my lips like prayers. “Then you gotta watch him do it.” I nodded in agreement even though my vision was blurred by tears and trying to focus them was too hard for me.

Issei’s thrusts got sloppy quickly, never losing their perfect angle and depth though. I could barely register the feeling of his fingers digging into the plush of my hip, but I could see the indents caused on the screen as he pressed himself inside of me as far as he could. I whimpered at the feeling of being filled as he painted my cervix. I could make out his hips twitching on the screen and I was trying to focus on it.

I tried to protest the loss of him as he pulled out but Takahiro shushed me softly, making me watch the screen and Issei dipped the camera lower. Issei’s thumb brushed against my clit and I shrieked slightly, not expecting the sensation of the friction on the sensitive spot. My hips jerked forward slightly only to be caught by Mattsun’s free hand. “Stay still.” He ordered. “You’re ruining the shot.” He chuckled after the sentence and I could feel my core clench up in need again. The action caused some of his cum to seep out and I bit my lip at the sight of the thick white liquid beginning to drip. “There it is.” I could hear the smile in his voice as his fingers spread my lower lips open to show it off more. He was quick to collect his dripping cum and push them back in with his fingers, curling them immediately to hear the moan that was forced out of my throat at my oversensitivity. “So cute all overstimulated.”

I saw the camera move before I registered the feeling of the mattress shifting as Issei moved from behind me. Issei was in front of me within seconds. My eyes trained on the motion of his hand, stroking himself still. I couldn’t help the small bit of drool collecting on my lips as I took in how big he looked up close. His large hand wrapped tightly around the base, tugging on it to keep it hard. I could hear them talking but was too focused on the way it looked, entranced by the small bit of his cum still leaking out of the tip and dribbling onto his fingers.

I squeaked suddenly when two pairs of hands quickly flipped me over, my back connecting with the bed as Takahiro settled himself in between my thighs. I barely registered the burn in my thighs as he lifted my knees, pushing them open and further up my body. “Favorite thing about her?” He wasn’t speaking to me, but to Issei, pretending like I wasn’t below the two of them. “She tightens up between rounds.” He chuckled as he sheathed himself inside of me in one quick thrust.

I cried out as my body was pushed up on the bed slightly, head dropping off the edge. Takahiro didn’t fill me nearly as much as Issei had, but he’d studied my body like it was his religion. Knew me inside and out, every perfect angle and sensitive spot on my skin. He didn’t waste any time picking up a steady pace, hitting the right spots so sweetly. I couldn’t help the breathy moans falling from my lips, especially with the dizzy feeling filling my brain from my head hanging the way it was.

“Look at this.” Issei pressed his hips towards my face, lining his cock next to my face, base near my mouth. I whined when his large palm rested over my throat, dragging lower until he stopped where the tip of his cock ended. “How far down her throat I could go.” I whimpered, whether it was from fear or excitement, though, I couldn’t tell you. “I suggest you take a deep breath, princess.”

I gasped as Takahiro delivered a particularly harsh thrust into me and Issei took the chance to shove his cock past my lips, still wet from my drool. It was like it was easy for him to force his was into my throat, even when I could feel it constricting. My head felt like it was swimming from the pressure as he settled himself into my throat. I could barely process his cooing, praise as he instructed me to relax. He didn’t stop until my nose was pressed snugly against his balls.

“There you go, sweet little thing.” I was sure it was Takahiro’s voice, but with the way Issei’s hand settled back over my throat, I couldn’t be positive. I could feel it moving over his bulge and I tried to whine but it couldn’t come out quite right around him. I could register them talking but it was muted, muffled sounds in my ears as my vision blurred out. My focus was only taken by the way Takahiro continued to thrust against the most sensitive spot inside of me, his thumb circling my clit, as Issei’s hand not on my throat tweaked at one of my nipples.

The pressure in my core was building and making me dizzy, but so was the pressure in my lungs, the urge to breathe forcing my throat to constrict around Issei’s length even more. I could feel his fingers tense whenever I did. My blurry vision started to darken around the edges, my chest tightening even more as it did. I didn’t even register my hand coming up to tap against Issei’s thigh until he was pulling away from me.

Air flooded my lungs and coughed as I gasped. Strings of drool and Issei’s precum dripped onto my cheeks. It took me a second to register that Issei had crouched down, propping my head up to put ease on my airway as he rested it against his shoulder. I could see Takahiro from this angle, diligently pressing his hips into mine over and over. I could feel Issei smearing the wetness into my cheeks as his voice finally started to register in my ears.

“So pretty like this, such a good girl for us.” He praised, his thumb slipping to brush over my bottom lip. I was so focused on the way Takahiro pounded into me, the feeling overwhelming as Issei’s words and his soft kisses against the tears on my cheeks. I barely realized I was about to cum until I already was. “Just like that.” Issei chuckled against my skin as I sobbed out moans, back arching and head falling into his chest. Takahiro didn’t slow down, instead he leaned over me, angle different but just as sweet, rougher if anything. “You gonna let us use you until you pass out?” Issei’s words sent a wave of excitement down my spine, my eyes trying to focus on his.

“You’re gonna let us right, sweet cheeks?” Takahiro’s voice was mixed with pants and moans and I whimpered at the way his hands tightened around my legs. “Then let us keep using you til we’re done?” I was nodding before I could even think about it. Trying to form the word ‘yes’ but my tongue refused to form the sounds. “Such a good girl.”

Issei guided my head back to where it was before, hanging off the bed, but this time also braced by his hand on the back of it. “Relax, baby, we’ll take care of you.” He muttered, waiting for me to breathe in before he sheathed his cock back into my throat, slowly pressing in until the tip was as far as it would go. He drew himself out until my lips were just wrapped around the tip before pushing back in. “Relax baby.” Issei picked up his pace, fucking my throat, the strain forcing more tears out of my eyes. Leaning forward, his fingers bumped against Takahiro’s, both of them rubbing my clit, bringing me over yet another edge.

My vision was blurry as I tried to focus on something, ground myself, but their different paces made me dizzy. I barely registered the sound of my own gagging mixed in with my strangled noises. My vision started to darken again, but I relaxed this time, focusing on the overwhelming pleasure. Every piece of my body felt like it had been lit on fire. My last memory before I finally passed out was the faint feeling of air rushing back into my lungs and ropes of sticky liquid coating my face.

My eyes felt heavy when I finally woke up, limbs tangled into my comforter. I blinked a few times, trying to process my surroundings as I yawned. My hair was damp, splayed out on my pillow. I could faintly pick out the scent of my own conditioner. They’d washed me up. I was in Issei’s shirt, the one he’d been wearing when he’d come over, soft and worn, and too big for my body. I let out a soft whine as I tried to sit up, the burning in my legs suddenly revealing itself.

“Hey, you’re awake.” I turned my head to see Takahiro walking in. He sat next to me, brushing the hair out of my face as he pressed a soft kiss into my cheek. “How are you feeling?” He spoke to me softly and I leaned into his touches.

“So-” I coughed, my throat scratchy from Issei’s abuse. “Sore.” I whispered, ignoring the crack in my words.

He hummed in acknowledgement. “I bet. Tired too, yeah?” I nodded along to his words and he helped move the blanket off of me. “Yeah, you took a pretty nice nap there.” He chuckled as he wound his arm under my legs before lifting me up and fully into his arms. “Let’s go get you some dinner, okay? Issei’s already down there.” I nodded sleepily, letting him carry me down to the living room.

“Hey, morning princess.” Issei mumbled, kissing my forehead after Takahiro sat me down on the sofa next to him.

I smiled in response. “So what happened?” I questioned, knowing that I was out before they finished, but intrigued as to how long it went on, the idea of it still sending sparks through my body.

“You wanna watch it, pretty girl?” Issei asked, dragging my body closer to his. My eyes trained on the sweats low on his hips, hiding what I now knew to be a monster, but I nodded along in agreement, heat already building up between my thighs.

“Why don’t you keep Mattsun warm then, hmm?” Takahiro smirked as he stepped away from the couch, moving towards the kitchen. “He’ll pull up the video for us.”

“Come here.” Issei tugged his sweats down slightly, pulling his cock back out. Now, fully conscious, I could whine about how big it was, even half hard like it was now, it was daunting. He guided my hips over his, keeping me facing the living room TV as he pressed his tip into my entrance.

I whined at the stretch, still aching from earlier. He was much easier to take when he wasn’t fully hard but it was still a feat. Issei moaned softly in my ear. “Feel how good your cunt is for me. Stretching for me, drooling over my cock.” He had a hand on my chin, keeping my head directed to the screen where my face was now appearing. “Gonna watch how pretty you look when you go dumb from my cock.” I nodded in agreement, whimpering when I could actually feel Issei grow inside of me, stretching me out more as he did.

“You having fun, sweet cheeks?” Takahiro teased, as he leaned against the entrance of the living room. I bit my lip, a small feeling of guilt creeping into me, but the smirk on his lips told me I had nothing to feel guilty for. “Maybe we should share you more often.” He mused, laughing when I nodded my head softly. “Yeah, Mattsun likes that idea too.” Issei’s lips were on my neck now, humming as he sucked a mark into my skin.

I moaned lightly at the thought, realizing they’d already talked about it. Sharing could be nice.

a/n i had to bring it back truly happy birthday strawberry boy

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[luvnami]

its hiro missing hours

hanamaki takahiro loves your pussy. it's gotten to the point where you're five orgasms in, and he's still begging you to cum for him.

"please, pretty girl? just one more."

"that's- ah! what you said just now!" your voice comes out in a broken whine as hanamaki pushes the vibrating dildo against your g spot. "h-hiro, i can't- no more!"

your thighs tremble around his head. the soft, pink tufts of his hair tickle your sticky skin as he kisses your clit.

"yes you can, you've cum more than eight times before. this is nothing. just for me? please?" he pouts, though you can't see it.

your half-lidded eyes roll back into your head as hanamaki thrusts the dildo in and out of your sloppy cunt. your poor, abused clit throbs. yet, each nudge against your favourite spot makes your womb melt. you barely even fathom your next high creeping over the edge as you rut your hips into hanamaki's face.

"guh- mmph! hiro, m'close! feels so good!" you babble, back arching off the bed.

his lips suck on your clit, tongue lapping on the underside of it as you cum for the sixth time on his mouth. hanamaki humps the bed desperately and his weeping cock squirts all over the sheets. a gush of fluid dampens his face, but he moans through it, his brain going blank as your pleasure doubles as his.

"f-fuck," he gasps. "fuck. you're so good to me. thank you, thank you, baby."

he kisses your inner thigh, pulling out the dildo as you try to catch your breath.

"we're stopping at three next time," you huff, but make grabby hands towards your boyfriend anyways.

his ears would've perked up if he were a dog. hanamaki eagerly dives into your embrace, snuggling against your face and peppers your hot cheeks with kisses.

"four?" he offers.

you pause. "we'll see."

[cxvii666]

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FEATURING!

DENKI KAMINARI, takuma ino, SATORU GOJO, ATSUMU MIYA, keigo takami, HANTA SERO, takahiro hanamaki, tetsurou kuroo, EREN YEAGER + ur faves ofc x

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Im so glad i found your tumblr account! I loved your oisuga fics on ao3, their so cute! Could i ask for a react for seijoh 4 (Oikawa, Iwa, Makki, Mattsun) and how they react when their best friend would admit he has a crush on the sister? so, oikawa tells Iwa he likes his sister and other way and for Mattsun and Makki? I hope you know what i mean, english is not my best language.

Seijoh 4 react to their best friend having a crush on their sister

A/N: Thank you for the request, I had so much fun with this one! Their dynamic is so chaotic in the best way.

content/warnings: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, fem!reader, fluff, 2.121 words

Oikawa 

The gym echoed with the rhythmic thuds of volleyballs being spiked and bounced, but the sound that really turned heads was Oikawa Tooru's dramatic gasp, loud enough to rival a Broadway performance.

"You WHAT?!"

Iwaizumi Hajime winced, already regretting every life decision that led him to this moment. "You heard me, Shittykawa."

"No, no, no. I refuse to believe this," Oikawa said, hand dramatically clutched over his heart like he'd just been personally betrayed. "My best friend. My lifelong comrade. The one who's been through every match, injury, and salty post-game milk tea with me… is in love with my sister?!"

"Crush on. I said I have a crush on her," Iwaizumi corrected with a groan, running a hand through his hair. "And I didn't even want to tell you like this. But you kept pressuring me to tell you who I've been texting at night, so here we are."

Oikawa began pacing like a telenovela protagonist, muttering dramatic monologues under his breath. "Of all the girls in the world. The fangirls, the classmates, the admirers… My sister. My precious little sister. How will I face my family again? How will I—"

"She's a year older than you," Iwaizumi deadpanned.

"—How will I face her again?!" Oikawa finished anyway, ignoring the correction.

Iwaizumi sat down on the gym bench, letting Oikawa spiral a little. Better to let the drama burn out naturally. Honestly, this reaction was better than being punched. Which, to be fair, had been a possibility.

After a long sigh, Oikawa stopped pacing and stared at him.

"…So, do you like her for real?"

Iwaizumi looked him in the eye, earnest. "Yeah. She's smart, kind, funny—though just as annoying as you when she wants to be—and she doesn't put up with my crap. We've been talking more, and… yeah. I like her. A lot."

Oikawa squinted. "You're not just doing this to become part of the family and get free Oikawa genetics in your future children, right?"

Iwaizumi threw a towel at his face.

"Okay, okay!" Oikawa laughed, catching it and flopping onto the floor like a fallen star. "Honestly… as much as I want to be mad and pretend I hate this, I can't really think of anyone I'd trust more than you."

Iwaizumi blinked. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah." Oikawa grinned, then wiggled his eyebrows. "But I will be asking invasive questions about your intentions and reminding you that if you break her heart, I will spike a volleyball directly into your soul."

"Fair," Iwaizumi said with a chuckle. "So… we're good?"

Oikawa rolled over dramatically and sighed like a dying hero. "We're good. But I'm watching you, Iwa-chan. Always watching."

"Yeah, yeah." Iwaizumi stood, grabbing a volleyball and tossing it toward Oikawa's head. "Now get up, drama queen. We've got training to finish."

Oikawa caught it effortlessly, a glint in his eye. "I'm only letting you date her if you win against me in a spike-off."

Iwaizumi grinned. "Bring it on."

Iwaizumi 

It was a normal afternoon. Practice had just ended, the sun was starting to dip below the gym windows, and Iwaizumi was toweling off the sweat from his neck when Oikawa dropped a verbal bomb with all the subtlety of a flying volleyball to the face.

"Hey, Iwa-chan," Oikawa said casually, dribbling a ball by the bench. "So, uh… I might be in love with your sister."

Iwaizumi froze.

Completely.

Didn't blink. Didn't breathe. Just stared like he'd seen the ghost of every bad serve Oikawa had ever made.

"…You what?"

Oikawa chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, that sheepish but somehow annoyingly charming grin spreading across his face. "You heard me."

"Nope," Iwaizumi said quickly, standing up. "Try again. Maybe in a language where that doesn't sound like a terrible idea."

"Iwa-chan, come on—"

"Nope." Iwaizumi paced now, towel forgotten. "Out of all people? My sister? You've got a literal fan club. Girls write you letters, stalk your Instagram, scream when you blink at tournaments. And now you want her? My sister?!"

Oikawa looked genuinely flustered now. "Okay, first of all, I don't ask for any of that—well, not all of it—and second, she's nothing like them."

Iwaizumi glared, but Oikawa wasn't backing down. In fact, he looked… kind of serious. Sincere, even. And that was worse.

"She's not just pretty," Oikawa continued, his voice dropping to something softer. "She's smart, and she doesn't care about the volleyball stuff. She teases me, keeps me grounded. She made me dinner when I sprained my ankle last month and told me to stop being a baby—do you know how nice that felt?"

Iwaizumi's face twitched. "Wait, that's why you were over at my house for three hours?"

"…Partly."

"You little—"

"Iwa-chan, listen." Oikawa stepped closer now, serious for real. "I'd never mess with her. Or hurt her. Or treat this like it's not something big. She's your sister. That means something to me."

Iwaizumi looked at him, eyes narrowed, jaw tense. The silence hung there for a long minute, heavy with every memory they'd shared since they were kids—every match, every late-night practice, every time Oikawa pissed him off but somehow stayed his best friend anyway.

"…I know you wouldn't hurt her," Iwaizumi muttered finally. "That's the problem."

Oikawa blinked. "Huh?"

"You're serious about her. Which means I can't even yell at you properly," Iwaizumi said, clearly annoyed by his own restraint. "But also—if she ends up falling for you, I'm gonna have to deal with watching this face at family dinners."

Oikawa smirked instantly. "This face? You mean this face?" He flashed his brightest, most infuriating model-pose smile.

"Stop it. I'm already regretting this."

"But that means you're not forbidding it?"

"I'm not forbidding it," Iwaizumi said, groaning into his hands. "But you so much as make her cry, and I swear to every volleyball god there is, I'll spike a ball and crush your face."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Oikawa said with a soft smile.

Iwaizumi sighed. "Just… don't tell me how it's going. I don't need the details."

"But what if she—"

"I mean it, Oikawa."

"…Fair."

Matsukawa

The gym was quiet after practice. The team had already filtered out, the lights slightly dimmed, and the only sounds were the squeaks of shoes and the rustle of sports bags being packed up.

Matsukawa sat on the bench, stretching out his legs with a groan. "My knees are filing for retirement."

"Tell them to take mine with them," Hanamaki muttered, slinging his towel over his shoulders. He sat down beside him, unusually quiet.

Matsukawa gave him a side glance. "You good? You're not usually this serious unless someone takes the last energy drink."

Hanamaki tapped his fingers on his knee. "Okay, so, hypothetically... if one of your teammates were to like your sister... would that be a murder-worthy offense?"

Matsukawa blinked slowly.

"Hypothetically," Hanamaki added quickly, a lazy smirk forming on his lips, but the edge of nervousness behind it wasn't lost on Matsukawa.

"…What."

Hanamaki leaned back like he had all the time in the world. "You heard me."

Matsukawa squinted. "Please tell me you're talking about Kunimi. Or Kyoutani, even. Anyone else."

Hanamaki grinned. "Unfortunately for you, I'm referring to your very real best friend. You know, the one who brought you those onigiri after you failed your last exam. Your sister opened the door, by the way, and completely ruined my life with a smile."

Matsukawa stared at him like he was trying to solve a complex math problem with emotional consequences.

"You're serious," he said slowly.

"As a line judge during match point," Hanamaki said smoothly.

Matsukawa let out a long, suffering sigh and tilted his head back. "You like my sister."

"She's funny. She's cute. She didn't flinch when I made a joke about Oikawa's hair being a national disaster. She's basically perfect."

Matsukawa gave him a flat look. "You're my best friend, Makki."

"I am."

"And you're also a sarcastic menace with a talent for chaos."

"Also true."

"And you like my sister."

Hanamaki looked over at him, this time more serious. "Yeah. I do."

Matsukawa was quiet for a moment, then finally sighed again, rubbing his temples like this was a long time coming. "Okay. Okay. I'm not gonna punch you."

"Generous."

"But if you mess this up, I will replace all your shampoo with glue, salt your lunch, and tell Oikawa your deepest secrets."

Hanamaki's eyebrows rose. "You know my deepest secrets?"

"I will find them, Takahiro."

Hanamaki laughed, and Matsukawa rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

"Honestly," Matsukawa added, leaning back, "she could do worse. But I swear, if I hear you used a pickup line that started with 'are you a libero—'"

"—because I'd fall for you anyway?" Hanamaki finished with a wink.

"I hate you so much," Matsukawa muttered, but he was smiling now.

"I'll be good to her," Hanamaki said after a moment, quieter this time. "You know that, right?"

Matsukawa glanced at him, and his usual lazy grin softened into something more sincere. "Yeah. I know."

There was a pause.

Then Matsukawa said, "But just to be safe, I'm still watching you."

Hanamaki stretched and stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Of course you are. That's what brothers do."

Hanamaki

The walk home after practice was usually filled with nonsense — fake arguments over who forgot to refill the water bottles, dragging Oikawa's fashion choices, maybe one or two existential crises about school.

But today, Matsukawa was quiet.

Too quiet.

Hanamaki noticed around the third block. "Alright. Spill it."

Matsukawa blinked. "What?"

"You've been sighing like you're in a high school drama. Which, fair, I guess — we are in high school — but still. What's up?"

Matsukawa scratched the back of his neck. "Okay, but you have to promise not to get weird about it."

Hanamaki narrowed his eyes. "Whenever someone says that, it's definitely going to be weird."

"Probably," Matsukawa muttered. "But... I like someone."

"Ohhh," Hanamaki said, like the conversation just got more interesting. "Who's the lucky person? Is it that girl from class 4 with the cool nails?"

"Nope."

"…Not that upperclassman from the library?"

"Nope."

"…Wait—" Hanamaki stopped walking, expression suddenly wary. "You're not about to say Oikawa, are you? Because I'll support you, but I need time to emotionally prepare for that."

Matsukawa actually laughed. "God, no. Definitely not Oikawa."

"Then who?" Hanamaki asked, still not moving.

Matsukawa looked at him. Hesitated. Then went for it.

"…Your sister."

Silence.

Hanamaki blinked.

"…Wait. My sister?"

"Yeah."

"My actual sister?"

"Unless you've got a secret twin I don't know about, then yeah."

Hanamaki's expression went through about five emotions in five seconds — surprise, disbelief, slight concern, and finally: "You're kidding."

"I'm not."

Hanamaki squinted like Matsukawa had just told him he wanted to date a ghost. "Why? When? How?"

Matsukawa shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the pink creeping up his ears gave him away. "She's just… funny. And smart. And she's cool. I started liking her a while ago. It just kind of… happened."

Hanamaki narrowed his eyes, hands in his pockets. "You realize this is the part where I'm supposed to threaten your life, right?"

"I figured."

"I'm still thinking about it."

Matsukawa held up his hands. "Look, I get it. If you're not cool with it, I'll back off. I'm not gonna risk our friendship for this."

Hanamaki was quiet for a long beat. Then he sighed dramatically. "God, you're such a decent guy, it's actually annoying."

"So… you're not mad?"

"I'm not mad," Hanamaki said, rubbing a hand down his face. "I just need to scrub my brain with bleach for a second because now I'm imagining you trying to impress my mom and—ugh, gross."

Matsukawa snorted. "I already impressed your mom. She gave me extra karaage last time I came over."

"That's because you helped her carry groceries, you manipulative giant."

They started walking again, Hanamaki shaking his head like the world had personally betrayed him.

"I can't believe you fell for my sister," he muttered. "You've seen her yell at me for stealing the last piece of mochi, right?"

"She was right, though," Matsukawa said casually. "You did steal it."

Hanamaki groaned. "Unbelievable." But a second later, he added, voice softer: "Just don't screw it up, yeah?"

Matsukawa looked over at him, serious now. "I wouldn't. Ever."

Hanamaki glanced sideways. "Good. Because if you do, I will text every embarrassing photo I've ever taken of you to the entire team."

"…You already do that."

"Exactly. Imagine what I'm capable of when I'm actually mad."

Matsukawa laughed again, and Hanamaki couldn't help but smile — just a little.

Masterlist

[captain-hawks]

for @wintersroses, from this<3

not kicking both your boyfriend and his best friend out of the house before your zoom call for work was your first mistake.

the second was not repositioning yourself with your back to a wall, as both hiro and mattsun have both managed to become minor celebrities amongst your co-workers with every little guest appearance they've made in the background over the past two and a half hours.

guest appearances including but not limited to: a fashion show of shit from your closet, badminton in the living room, mattsun stirring cookie batter for absolutely no reason for ten minutes straight (you're pretty sure they're currently on fire in the oven), hiro seeing how many cheetos he could fit in his mouth, mattsun shoving even more cheetos into hiro's mouth because he thought he could do better than that, and their official audition tape for wwe smackdown.

and finally comes your third mistake—assuming that you're in the clear now that the presentation has ended, your boss has logged off, and your co-workers are in the midst of saying their goodbyes.

"so wait, which one's your boyfriend?" one of them laughs.

you sigh, rolling your eyes with a fond smile. "at this rate, i'm inclined to say neither—"

"me."

"me."

hiro and mattsun both interrupt you at the same time, shoving their heads into the frame on either side of you. mattsun's curls brush against the side of your face as hiro plants a shameless kiss on your cheek.

"that's not—" you choke as mattsun tickles your side.

"we're madly in love," hiro sighs, putting his chin on his hands.

mattsun winks at the camera.

your co-workers giggle.

you die a little inside for several reasons.

"okay cool nice to meet you guys, we're gonna have sex now bye!" hiro throws up a peace sign.

"TAKAHIRO—"

mattsun waves and clicks the red button to end the call.

[valkyriejudgement]

SEIJOH 4 x READER (Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime)

Notes: Haikyuu | This was a result of @captain-hawks and her Seijoh 4 posts. Truly an inspiration 🫡😌. Not proofread, just me typing away.

It starts with Makki and Mattsun, because of course it does. A night out dancing gets a little too friendly. A few too many intimate touches turned to hot and heavy petting. Large heavy hands skimming up your thighs, over your waist, and grazing your tits. A warm body pressed along the curve of your ass and the length of your back. A second pair of hands with long fingers tangled in your hair, a hot wet mouth nipping along your jaw and licking at the column of your throat. A night that ends with lines being crossed in ways that can never be uncrossed.

The next time, Oikawa is there. He wasn’t supposed to be there. He decided at the last minute to turn around and come back. His eyes widen at the sight in front of him. Clothes strewn about the living room, bodies tangled and sweaty. A gasp of his name from your lips as a whine escapes your throat. His feet carry him forward, cock straining in his pants. How could he deny you when you mewl his name so beautifully. His clothes come off, his hands find you and explore. Three sets of eyes meet above you, no one says a word. The night is long and you lose track of how many times your body shakes with pleasure.

Iwaizumi knows something is different. Something has changed. The four of you share looks every now and again that he tries to convince himself are not what he thinks they are. He casually mentions it one night to you as he helps clean up after dinner. The other three in the other room, loudly debating what to watch. He sees you freeze at the question, unsure how to respond. His eyes narrow, his suspicions confirmed, and he steps closer. Closer. Until you’re backed up against the counter. He asks again, a bit more hushed this time. Lips dangerously close, a hand darting out to grab your waist. Puffs of breath leaving you, chest beginning to heave. You start to reply, only to be cut off quickly by his lips pressing firmly to yours. Mind reeling and body flushing with heat and desire, you press impossibly closer to him, arching into him. A low groan leaves him at the feel of you. The pent up frustration and need causing his head to swim. Mouths are open and wet, tongues sliding and dancing. A whimper and a well placed grind against Iwaizumi sends sparks through you to your core.

A chuckle from the doorway causes you to pause. You’re breathing heavy and panting. You connect eyes with Mattsun. He crooks a finger at you and sends an eyebrow raise to Iwaizumi, a silent question. Iwaizumi huffs at him and looks to you. You take his hand and slip around him, tugging him towards Mattsun and the others. He follows.

So many hands. So many mouths. Friendships turning into something more.

[heich0e]

18+ minors and ageless blogs do not interact!

"oh, good"—takahiro's familiar head of strawberry blonde hair pops up over the back of the sofa as you step through the door, toeing off your work shoes in the narrow entryway of your shared apartment—"you're home!"

he pushes the gaming headset he's wearing off his ears, leaving it and his controller abandoned on the couch as he pulls himself up over the back of it. his long legs carry him quickly across the width of your modest home, and before you know it he's upon you—taking your bag from your hands and helping you free your arms from your coat.

you laugh a little at his eagerness as he impatiently tugs your outerwear off. "yeah, i'm home."

"thank god," he replies solemnly, setting the bag you take to work with you off to the side. he takes your hands in his and uses his hold on them to tug you forward towards him. he peers down at you, 186cm of man with the most deceptively soft flutter of his lashes. "sit on my face?"

"takahiro!"

your protest is half chastising and half a giggle, and when you try to pull your hand from his to swat at his chest he just twines your fingers together and holds you tighter. he pouts a little at you in the wake of what he interprets as refusal.

"baby, i've been waiting for you to get home for hours," he tells you pointedly, pulling you a bit closer so your bodies are flush against each other. his hands slip nimbly to your hips, simultaneously pawing at you and pressing you as close to his body as humanly possible. you don't miss the press of something firm in his sweatpants as he holds you against him—nor do you doubt the veracity of his statement in the wake of the sensation.

"at least let me shower," you barter with him, pressing weakly against his chest in a halfhearted attempt to escape his insistent touches.

he shakes his head. "can't wait."

"hiro," you laugh, squeezing your eyes shut, "i just walked in the door."

"i know," he replies, dipping down and dotting a kiss to your temple. "you must've had a long day."

you hum in agreement, luxuriating for a moment in the soft press of his lips as they slip down to your cheek.

"so let me help you relax," he murmurs into your skin, his hands at your waist slipping further down to paw at the back of your skirt. he takes a little step back towards the couch, drawing you along with him like a dance. in no time at all he reaches the arm of the sofa, and he topples back, splayed against the couch cushions where you're sure he spent most of his day. he peers up at you, smiling wolfishly. "i've got the perfect seat waiting for you."

you sigh, but the sound is as fond as it is exasperated.

"let me at least take my tights off," you mutter. "you've ripped enough that i'm down to my last two good pairs."

he pushes himself up onto his elbows, his eyes alight with excitement. "be my guest."

you shoot him a wry look, shimmying your skirt up over your hips so you can slip your thumbs into the waistband of your nylons. makki's attention is rapt as you tug the tight, clinging material down your thighs—watching every inch of their painfully slow descent. once you've kicked them off in a heap on the living room floor, your hands move towards the zipper of your skirt.

"no, no,"—he stop you before you can begin to remove the garment—"leave that on."

you look at him with a brow drawn up in question. "why?"

he gnaws on his lip, his eyes flickering back down to the glimpse of soft, lace-trimmed cotton he can see peeking out from under the bunched up hem of your skirt.

"you look so hot in business clothes," he tells you, groaning brokenly as he squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure. "like a sexy teacher."

"you're a pervert," you remark, but you don't protest as he stretches forward and tugs you towards the sofa by the hem of your skirt.

"oh, definitely," he agrees cheerfully.

you shuffle forward on the sofa until you're straddling his face, and his hands find yours again—interlocking your fingers as you hover over him on your knees.

"hi," he remarks, a boyishly charming grin on his face as he peers up at you from between your parted thighs.

"hi," you quietly return the greeting with a light laugh, and he squeezes your fingers with his own. your legs are starting to burn from holding yourself up over him, but because of the way he's holding your hands you can't press them down into the sofa to support you.

your only option is to sit, or to suffer.

takahiro lets his head loll to the side, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh. he nips at you playfully afterwards, and when you hiss slightly in surprise, his tongue darts out and slides against the sting to soothe it.

"you didn't even ask me how my day was before you manhandled me over here, you know," you remark, but there's not nearly enough complaint in your tone for it to be sincere.

hiro hums, a placating, easy sound, and presses another kiss to your thigh. "sorry, baby. how was your day?"

"it was good," you say, your hips dipping ever so minutely closer to his waiting mouth. "how was yours?"

"it was okay,—" hiro answers, but his words are mostly breath.

you watch your boyfriend swallow thickly, like there's suddenly saliva pooling in his mouth. his eyes are fixed to the little damp spot you feel inking across the cotton of your panties, but they flicker back up to yours—hungrier now than they were a moment prior—before he speaks again.

"—but it's about to get way better."