birthday boooooyyyyyyy
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I wanna write them so bad but I’m simply not funny enough to match their wit lol
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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.
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I’ve been going along with Makki as broke since he was between jobs in the manga timeskip. It would be ironic if he in fact came from a rich family, or has a trust fund. He’s in between jobs because he doesn’t have to work, and just takes jobs as he pleases. Or maybe he helps out friends periodically, like at Mattsun’s funeral service when he’s short-handed. An informal chauffeur for pals so they can feel like passenger princesses. The fun baby sitter when couples/polycules have an anniversary to celebrate. The go-to-guy to take someone to the doctor or when there’s a flat tire. Sort of a jack-of-all-trades to make his friends’ lives a little easier.
Still doesn’t want to commit to a career path, but all of the above are his acts of service for those he cares for. They know to call him for anything, not because he’s unemployed and idle, but because he’s sweet and reliable. It’s kind of a joke that he’s “between jobs”. That just means he’s available and ready to help.
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Lemon Cheesecake | Hanamaki Takahiro
Word count: 931
Genre: fluff
Bakery employee! Hanamaki
A/N: Posting Makki for the second time consecutively. Idk why I thought about Makki working in a bakery. It was supposed to be a blurb just about that but made it a tiny fic too. Pretty self indulgent. I don’t love it but considering what I posted yesterday this is okay lmao.
more works on my hq!! masterlist
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Hanamaki gets another job, this time at a bakery. He applied because one day he casually saw the posting on the front, not thinking they’d really call him.
First, they put him on the register which is fine because he has experience.
He hates being sent to serve lunch at midday because the bakery gets packed, way worse than the morning rush. He prepares fire sandwiches though, so that saves him most of the time and keeps him away from that station.
He thought he’d lost his job the day they left him watching the bread in the oven and the whole badge ended up burnt.
He has no clue on how to make pastries so when one of the pâtissiers quits, the person he leasts expects they’d call to cover is him (the bread mishap still fresh in his memory).
He’s more like an assistant at first, but he pays attention and starts to pick things up rather quickly. Eventually, they let him do more things on his own with some guidance and he makes decent pastries until he’s good on his own, even starting to experiment with the decorations, shapes, colors, frosting, flavors. The palette of colors he chooses is always nice and the sweets look more tempting than ever.
He sneakily eats whatever’s left over when making his confections (better than throwing it away, right?). Another plus is that whenever the unsold pastries are near to expiration, he gets to take some home. Back in high school, he was very lean. He still exercises, but now he has a cute tummy and squishy love handles.
Hanamaki finds he enjoys baking, and since he’s doing so well he’s given most of his shifts to dedicate to it.
The first time a customer said they liked one of the cakes he’d made was unexpectedly rewarding.
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One day in late autumn, there’s a customer that walks in just about closing time, while he’s taking off his cap and hair net, fixing his bangs with his hand. Makki forgot to flip the sign on the door from OPEN to CLOSED. He turns ready to send them off, doing so freely since he’s the only one left and he’s tired, it’s cold outside and he wants his bed.
“Sorry, we’re closing.”
“Oh.” your voice sounds so small it makes him actually take a look at you. You’re cute, he gives. But there’s something in the sadness in your face that doesn’t sit right with him. “I’m sorry, it’s just- the sign-” You weakly lift your arm to point back when you realize. “Nevermind,” a smile that’s more like a grimace. And wait, are those tears? “Have a good night.”
“That was my fault.” He stops you when he speaks up, making you turn your back to the door again, and yes, he sees your eyes shiny with tears. “My bad um, tell me, what would you like?”
Hanamaki sees you scan the pastries and desserts on the display case. If possible, he sees you deflate a little more when you don’t find what you were looking for. Following your line of vision, he stops at the empty tray where the cheesecakes are meant to be. He recalls how not so long before you showed up a man bought the last one. He curses to himself.
Meanwhile, you’re thinking your day can’t get any worse. Nothing went how you wanted that day. Add to that that it’s your birthday and none of your so-called friends remembered, not getting a single congratulations from any of them. You’re lonely and now you’re standing in front of a cute baker boy doing your best to not break down crying in front of him. He probably just wants to go home and there you are preventing him from it.
“Do you like cake?” His voice brings you back from your somber thoughts and you look up at him. When you nod, you watch him open the case where some of the few different cakes are and take one slice out. “Wait here a moment, please.”
He disappears through a door. Curious, you move so you can see him through a small glass panel on the wall from where the people behind the counter can look. You only can see part of his face though. He’s back a couple of minutes later, handing you the small box where he served the cake. “Here. It’s on me.”
You stare down at your hands, the lid of the box open so you can see the tiny white flowers he added on to the dessert. “I hope the marble cake is alright?”
For the hundredth time that night, you meet his eyes again. You’re taken aback by this random act of kindness from a stranger.
He hears you sniffle, tears falling when you blink and he panics.
“Fuck, you don’t like it?”
Now you’re also laughing, thinking how he might believe you’re insane now.
Makki is embarrassed due to his phrasing. He’s still at work after all and didn’t mean to speak to you like that.
When you calm down, you speak up, “Thank you, and I’m so sorry. It’s been a while since someone has done something so nice for me. It’s perfect.”
Your words make Makki send you a bashful smile, glad of having made you feel better. “If you come again, I’ll have your favorite for you next time.” He nods towards the box in your hands, and you notice the sticky note on one side. There’s a number written on it.
You smile at him.
“Lemon cheesecake.”
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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.
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.
[[MORE]]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.
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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
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it’s alright! I just NEVER see any makki content anymore LMAO, 90% of the fandom sees nikki as sapphic, which makes me think. i need to draw trans!fem max and nikki SFHGFFSFFFHS
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I have this fic idea where Mattsun, Makki, and Iwaizumi are in a bar watching an Argentina v Japan game (supporting their best friend/Iwa’s boyfriend) and there’s an Argentinian girl at the bar called Isabela. Isabela and Mattsun hit it off and have a one night stand that turns into them spending the next day together and realising they really like each other. Thus is formed the dynamic duo; Isa and Issei 😎 (in this fic world Makki is aromantic and pansexual, Iwa and Oikawa are gay and Mattsun is heteroflexible)
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(say less, i’m so so very here for this<3<3<3)
messy
issei matsukawa x f!reader x takahiro hanamaki
c: 18+ only, smut, teasing, fingering, unprotected p in v, double penetration in one hole, creampies, semi-public sex
SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — THREESOME EDITION!
“You guys are gross.”
Issei’s lips pause against yours at the sound of Oikawa’s petulant voice, his tongue briefly caressing the swell of your bottom lip before he breaks the kiss to turn his head to the side.
“Like you haven’t kissed more people than you can count,” he counters, reaching out and flicking his friend on the nose for good measure.
“It’s not that,” Oikawa scoffs. “It’s…whatever the hell all of this is.”
As if on cue, Takahiro shifts slightly from where you’re sitting in his lap, his fingertips curling in a soothing motion against the bare skin of your thigh—rucking up the hem of your sundress a little more indecently than it already is in your current position.
“Stop acting like you’re some goddamn prude, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi grumbles, returning to the table with a round of drinks.
There’s a tickling sensation against the inside of your other thigh, and you pinch Issei’s side. He huffs, regretfully giving up just as his fingers brush against your soft cotton panties. While your lower halves are mostly hidden beneath the table, Oikawa still narrows his eyes suspiciously when your breath hitches in your throat as Issei grasps your hip instead, smiling innocently while he snaps the waistband of said underwear.
“Iwa came over once,” Takahiro shrugs, Oikawa’s eyes going wide as Iwaizumi chokes on his drink.
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“You’re both shameless,” you chide as the three of you make your way to Takahiro’s car afterward, only to find yourself pressed up against the passenger side door, your hips trapped in Issei’s warm grip.
“What did you expect when you decided to wear this tonight,” he murmurs, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your neck.
[[MORE]]The way you gasp and arch back into him is—admittedly—not the best course of action if you’re not planning on getting fucked here and now in this deserted, dimly lit parking garage.
Resting his elbows on the hood and staring at you with a smile that’s equal parts endearing and mischievous, Takahiro just shrugs.
Well, it was this dress that sent the three of you tumbling over the edge you’d been dancing on for years, after all—when you were a little too tipsy to think better of jumping into a pool while wearing it at a party last summer.
(An evening that turned into a very long night as you opted to crash on the couch at their apartment after, rather than suffering through the long train ride home in a wet dress.
A very wet, suddenly very translucent dress that hugged every dip and curve of your body as you stood in Issei’s room, arguing that you couldn’t put him out by taking his bed.
The dress had found its way to the floor as your bickering turned to making out, which in turn found his head between your warm, damp thighs, tongue lapping at your folds. Takahiro had barged in, unknowingly, and somehow ended up with his mouth plastered to yours as you whined and moaned against his lips until you came all over Issei’s face.)
“You’re the one that said you wanted to date both of us,” Takahiro grins as Issei nudges you toward the front of the car.
There are probably fucking cameras in here—though you’re too pent up at this point from their teasing all night to really care.
Takahiro’s touch is gentle yet firm as he takes Issei’s place, body folding over yours as he bends you over the hood of the car. Fuck, he’s so hard.
You don’t have to reach between your legs to know your underwear are soaked by now.
The hem of your dress is pushed upward, bunched around your waist as your panties—and the arousal now slowly beginning to drip down the inside of your thigh—are on full display for both of your partners.
You know it’s Issei’s hand that reaches out to drag your underwear aside, the specific way he drags two large, callused fingers through your slick folds a dead giveaway. A soft, keening little sound tumbles from your lips, despite your attempt to bite it back in this treacherously echo-prone environment.
Issei knows you’re holding back, he can see it in the trembling of your thighs, the way your fingertips drag across the smooth paint on the hood of the car.
Takahiro’s body heat seeps into yours as he brings his lips to your ear, “Don’t think there’s an easy way for us to fuck you at the same time here, do you mind if we take turns?”
Though you eagerly nod, cunt clenching in anticipation at finally being filled, you’re not expecting the way they carry out their plan—back and fucking forth.
Literally.
For all the ways you’ve fucked them, there’s something absolutely filthy about this—the way Takahiro’s the one that spits on your pussy for good measure, only for Issei to be the only to plunge inside.
And yet he only stays for two thrusts before Takahiro’s gripping your hips and pounding into you instead, twice, three times.
Then Issei’s cock sinks back inside of you, your cunt spasming and contracting around the back and forth switch between his girth versus Takahiro’s length. You can hear the lewd splash of arousal dripping from your greedy pussy onto the pavement below.
Takahiro’s hands slide down the straps of your dress, your tits spilling out and pressing against the cool metal of the car’s hood as he buries his shaft in you balls deep, groaning about how fucking tight you always are for them.
You want to sob at how empty you feel when he pulls out, a little delirious on how badly you want both of them inside of you at the same time right this very goddamn second—logistics be damned.
Somehow, in between your incoherent, begging, pleading moans each time they ruthlessly swap (having cast any worries about the echoing parking garage to the wayside), Issei seems to get the hint and shuffles the three of you around until your hips are wrapped around his waist, Takahiro’s hands supporting your ass.
And then they’re both somehow plunging inside of your fucked out hole, Issei’s mouth a searing caress against your lips as he swallows down the rising volume of your cock drunk moans. Your cunt greedily takes them both in, dripping a fresh wave of slick arousal as you feel the way both of them shudder and groan at the sensation of their dicks rutting against one another within the tight, slick squeeze of your pussy.
You turn your head to kiss Takahiro, the spit-slick meeting of your lips nearly as filthy as the squelching sounds from between your legs that follow each of their rhythmic, deep thrusts.
When you come, you’re thankful for the steady, strong grip that keeps your trembling limbs in the air while they both fuck you through the tidal wave of pleasure that washes over you, your arms and legs useless in the shuddering aftershocks that radiate through your abdomen and your quivering pussy.
“Where, baby?” Issei pants, sounding just as close to his climax as Takahiro and his now sloppy, inconsistent thrusts.
It’s probably not the best idea, what comes out of your mouth, given that you’re in a short little sundress and have to sit perched on a leather seat for the drive home.
And yet—
“Inside, inside,” you gasp, fingers buried in his hair. “Make a mess.”
Takahiro groans in pleasure, “Fucking hell.”
You’re not the one that’ll be stuck cleaning the seats tomorrow morning, anyway.
“Fuck,” Issei gasps, slamming his cock in to the hilt at the same time as Takahiro, warmth flooding your insides as they simultaneously fill your cunt to the brim with ropes of thick, hot cum, both staying lodged deep inside of you until your tight hole finishes milking them dry.
Just as they’re carefully putting you back down on the ground—Issei fixing the straps of your dress back over your shoulders as Takahiro flattens the skirt of your dress—there’s a familiar, indignant cry from somewhere off in the distance,
“This is a fucking PARKING GARAGE, YOU HEATHENS!”
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Hanamaki, taking about Matsukawa: he makes me really laugh, like genuinely laugh-
Hanamaki: OH, WHAT THE FUCK
Hanamaki: OH GOOOOOD
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Hanamaki: this “job” stuff is sooooooo fucked up. i have to get out of bed? when it’s cold?
