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writingrock · 3 months ago

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sorry, he's not feeling well

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

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

word count: 6k

requested by: @princeasimdiya12

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

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

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

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

Haa.. haah… nghh..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Being gagged … outside.”

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A-ahg… mnphm.. y-yoouf-nn..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We should do this again.”

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

border credits: @/enchanthings & @/adornedwithlight

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dokifluffs · 6 months ago

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Their Kid(s) Falling Asleep on Him | Sosuke, Makoto

Pairings: Sosuke X no one, I made him a dilf, Makoto X Reader (female)

genre: domestic, fluffy goodness yuhhh

Author’s Note: more free 😤😤 and makoto with them triplets hahah

Ikuya // Rin, Haru

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Sosuke: ft. Rin

“We’re back,” you called out as you pushed the door shut with your foot before stepping out of your shoes as Rin did the same, settling his luggage down

You had just picked him up from the airport as he returned from Australia to come back home for a few months

With his mother and sister away on their own vacation, he waited for their return in just a few days so he could actually get into his house but for now, he would be staying with you and Sosuke for the time being

It was great timing since his flight got in at such an early or late hour but he was back just in time for dinner time

Sosuke stayed him, watching over S/N, giving you a break from baby duty for just a bit but stepping in, the house was silent although the lights were on

No crying, no talking or laughing or anything but the sound of the air conditioning running

“Hm? Where’s Sou?” You stepped in as Rin followed, leading him toward the living room and up the stairs to the guest bedroom

Until stepping into the living room you two could hear it

The snores of Sousuke

His massive body stretched and laid back in his recliner with S/N laid right in between his arm and his body at his side

You knew he must’ve been tired too since today was his day off as a swimmer but not as a father

He woke up at the brink of dawn to your son’s cries, changing and soothing his baby boy, trying to get him to sleep again but it only worked for a little until the little boy woke once again

Not to mention he stayed in the nursery too, doing his best to make his little boy sleep, resisting his own temptations to sleep but to no avail did he succeed

“Oh my gosh,” you smiled, voice getting softer as walked beside

They were so precious together

Sosuke was such a big man - a lot of beefy muscles on him and how wide he was

And right beside him was a baby as long as his forearm that laid right beside him in the exact same position

They laid still, both their left arm draped over their stomachs as they slept

Rin snapped a picture, for sure sending it to the two of you as you were too in the moment to even look at anything else, let alone your phone

“My baby boy,” you whispered as you knelt downside Sosuke, bringing your hand to the head of your son

And it was like your son just knew your touch, he stirred in his sleep, stretching his dainty body, letting out a big yawn as he opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could

He wriggled about in Sosuke’s arm, making him wake up too

“Oh, hey, you’re back,” he yawned, sitting himself up just a bit but not inclining the chair back up

The three of you all looked down to S/N as he wiggled about, doing his best to turn over onto his belly

But alas, it wasn’t easy since he was in between sosuke’s body and arm

Sosuke lifted him up with ease and sat him down on his abdomen

You played about with him, kissing his chubby little hand, playing with his short hair that matched Sosuke’s

“So how was your flight?” Your husband looked up to him, striking up a conversation with his best friend

“It was fine, not long..” And they went on talking while you continued playing

They went on talking for about ten-ish minutes

But it was getting much too long

“I’m gonna go make dinner.” You stood, hungry enough, taking S/N off of Sosuke’s abdomen, letting him sit up

“And you,” you kissed your son’s mocha cheek and walked around the chair, approaching Rin

“Meet your Uncle, Rinnie~” You cooed as you handed off your son to the tall, lean swimmer

You disappeared into the kitchen as Rin looked at your son, the two of them already having a stare off

But it wasn’t long until Your curious son took hold of the red head’s semi-long hair, pulling at it

“Ow, ow, ow,” he tried to get the little boy off and away, but making sure that he didn’t hurt him at all

Sosuke just smirked in amusement before intervening, taking his son back into his arms

And it was like magic again - knowing his parents’ touch

He immediately settled down and instead of pulling onto anything or anyone, he took hold of Sosuke’s shirt sleeve, resting his head on his dad’s shoulders

“What a nice first interaction.” Rin rubbed his head as the two of them walked to the kitchen, joining you where you were

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Makoto:

The day was gorgeous, the sun was bright with just a few clouds floating up there, the world so big as you sat on the balcony, smelling the sea mist blowing all the way up

A scent you grew up smelling here, alongside Makoto yet it never got old

There was always a refreshing yet also nostalgic feel that came with the mist

The wind blew through your clothes, against your skin as you sat on the small yet plush couch that was right outside your shared bedroom’s balcony, having one of the best views of the sea

You let the breeze carry your thoughts and mind, going where it would take you

Meanwhile

The living room was filled with the breeze of the ocean coming through the windows, making the sheer white curtains float up in the air, letting all the beautiful sunlight in

Makoto sat on the couch, playing with the babies as they rolled and crawled about on the deep couch that was just the right size for his tall and bigger structure

His two daughters cooed, crawling onto each go his thighs while his son, the youngest of the triplets, rest on his shoulder, holding onto his shirt as he insisted on being held in his father’s arms

He managed the three of them as the time approached for their nap time

“You guys ready to go sleepsies? Hm?” He hummed, though he knew that they couldn’t understand just yet, as he used his free hand to rub his daughter on his left’s back, switching hands holding his son to help his other daughter on the right rest, the both of them leaned back onto his thighs

The two of them were a little noisier as they cooed, than his son, who was already peacefully asleep in his arms

“Sleep well,” he spoke quietly to the three of them

He sat still in his seat, his eyes couldn’t decide who to stay on so he would look at all three of them, going back and forth

He was there when they were born and he knew how much bigger he was like his own dad in the family

But they were just so small

The sound of the distant waves filled the silent home as he rubbed his hand down his son’s back, hearing his short breaths right beside him

He moved his son, despite his sleepy protests, changing his position to rest on his lap, laying him down there

“Shh, it’s okay, buddy,” he spoke kindly, holding his legs and supporting his back to make sure he didn’t accidentally kick his daughter’s head

And then it hit him

Like, of course he knew that they were sleeping on him

But it hit him

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and shot you a text

“I just realized that I can’t move.”

Reading his message sent mixed feelings - did something happen or was this a joke?

You headed back in, your eyes adjusting to the less bright room and you headed right downstairs

“Makoto?” You stepped right into the living room, approaching the couch where you could see his head and his shoulders right over the top edge of

“What do you mean you’re- awwwww,” you melted upon seeing the sight before you

Your three babies were asleep right on top of him, curled up in their own little balls

“How long have you sat like this? Do you need to use the bathroom?” You laughed quietly

“Haha, no, but I’ve sat here for I think like ten or fifteen-ish mintutes.”

“Aw, let’s take them upstairs to their actual beds,” you whispered as you quietly lifted one of your daughter’s off of him, letting her rest on your shoulder while he handed you your baby boy so he could lift your other daughter

Standing, he took your son back into his arms

But of course this didn’t go as smoothly

You baby boy began to cry in makoto’s arms, his cries sounding right into the stairs’ echo, waking your daughters too

Fortunately for you, the daughter you held only woke, whining, teary eyed without actually full on crying just yet

Getting to their shared bedrooms, the two of you worked to soothe your babies before setting them down into their cribs to sleep

Each with their own mobile with sea creatures spinning as a sweet lullaby played

As you looked down to the both of them lovingly, your felt a pair of hands snake around your waist and pulled you just until your back met his chest, his arms wrapping around as his chin rested on your chin

“We did that, Makoto,” you whispered, the two of you breaking out into a silent laugh at your random, but true, comment

“Yes, we did,” he hummed before turning, pressing a kiss to your neck

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