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[honey-makki]

laundry day

mitsuki bakugou & inko midoriya x face sitting/strap x fem!reader

wc:3k

contains: milfs💖, cheating (kinda it’s open but boundaries are not discussed and mitsuki’s relationship status is ambiguous), face sitting, humiliation, age gap, sex toys, under discussed boundaries, established izuku x reader, underwear, almost getting caught, threesomes

a/n: i’m a homosexual

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Inko is flustered when Mitsuki picks up the phone. She hasn’t sounded this flustered since she talked to little Izuku about the birds and bees. (Which Mitsuki followed up in a much more blunt and informative manner for both the boys once they hit high school.) But that was years ago, the boys have been out of school for what, four years now? Five? Fuck we’re getting old.

“What is it, Inko?” She’s always been so emotional and easily flustered, something that Mitsuki has been known to take advantage of.

“Well, Izuku has been staying here with his girlfriend over the weekend. And I was just doing my laundry- mine not theirs- and when I was folding it, I found…” she trails off into a blubbering mess but Mitsuki is quick to get her back on track, asking her to repeat that. “Well, um, I found her orange thong.At first I just thought it was a hair tie! You know one of those lacy frilly ones because it was so small but when I picked it up I figured it out! Oh this is so embarrassing, how do I just give them back! She's still here in Izuku’s room while he’s at a last minute meeting so I can’t sneak it back in their clothes.”

Mitsuki doesn't hide her laughter. This is only something Inko would get worked up about. As if they hadn’t owned skimpy garments like this back when they were younger. Hell, Mitsuki still has some stashed away for special occasions and she would better her bottom dollar so does Inko. “You could just give them to her. You know that right?”

Inko is adamant in her denial that she can absolutely not do that. Mitsuki comes over, with the intention of distracting Izuku’s girlfriend so Inko can sneak upstairs. But when she sees you over Inko's shoulder through the doorway she stops with her mouth hung open. You see her whisper something to Inko as you wave and continue into the kitchen to take out the cookies you were baking.

“Give me the underwear.”

Inko gasps, “What! Why! What about the plan?” She glances over her shoulder to make sure you couldn’t hear.

Mitsuki’s face is adorned with a grin reminiscent of Katsuki in battle, “Wanna make her squirm and blush. Bet she’d be cute. Mostly want to make sure she’s good enough for your darling boy though.” Inko doesn’t need to know that she does want to make sure you’re good enough for Izuku, but not in any way Inko would ever dream of. As Inko shoves them in her coat pocket, Mitsuki says loudly, “Oh shit, Inko! I forgot your apron at my house. Let me go grab it real quick and I’ll be back. Just give me five minutes.” Neither you nor Inko get another word out before Mitsuki runs off in a manner much giddier than you’d associate with the hot-head’s mother.

True to her word she returns, apron in hand and a grin on her face. She shoulders past Inko and meets you in the kitchen where she starts making a pot of tea for the three of you. “So darling, we’ve met but only in passing! How did you and Izuku meet?”

It’s funny how much she is like her son, forward and vexing in what you might call an endearing way. “Well, I work in the support department at the boy’s agency. I worked on Katsuki’s gauntlets a few times before Izuku came down for a boot redesign. He caught me mumbling and we just.. Hit it off I guess.” Mitsuki watches you smile and gesture around at nothing. ”Coffee turned into dinner and that turned into dates. It just kinda happened. And here we are eight months later and in a happy open relationship.”

“Well I’m glad for the both of you, you seem really happy. Maybe you can find someone for my brat to shackle down with. That’s probably asking too much of you though, we all know that he’s a lot to handle.”

You giggle at her, mischief in your eyes, “I think he’s got his eyes on someone, but his head is stuck so deep in his inferiority complex so it might be a while before anything happens.” Mitsuki files this away for later questioning but leaves it to rest for now.

“Well, let's take these cookies and tea to the living room and we can get to know each other a little more, yeah? I got plenty of embarrassing stories about those kids.” You follow her into the living room and meet Inko who is nervously sitting on the couch, eyes flickering between the two of you.

They watch you sit, carefully crossing your legs in your cute pink sundress before smiling up at them and asking how they met. Mitsuki regails you with some story that you're sure is more false than true but is entertaining nonetheless. It isn’t long before Mitsuki is asking you about your “dirty little secrets.” It catches you off guard, causing you to chuckle and ask just what she means by that.

“Well, I was a girl your age once, what do you get up to that Izuku wouldn’t want his mother dearest to know? It’ll just be between us girls.” It’s an uncomfortable question, north hat you are ashamed about your sex life, its realtively healthy and normal, but nothing you’d want to share with his mother of all people.

“Uhm, I’m not sure what you mean Mrs. Bakugou.” That smile returns as she pulls something out of her pocket, some type of fabric? Oh. Oh no. The cheshire grin on her face is juxtaposed by Inkos beet red embarrassed face and you just know she found them. “I am so embarrassed. I know it’s just underwear but I’m sorry you found them Inko! God this is so awkwa-”

“This isn’t even enough to be considered underwear. There’s barely any fabric here. I bet you wear these when you want Izuku to bend you over.” Mitsuki’s gaze is appraising, reading your body language, the heat in your checks, shifting of thighs and averted gaze. She must like what she sees because she continues. “Then why did you bring them wiht you here, did you want him to fuck you in his childhood bedroom? Did you suck his dick while his mom was home?” You don’t answer and she looks to Inko, “Well, did you hear anything that you wish you hadn’t? Hear her cute little moans maybe? Filtering through your bedroom wall while you try to sleep at night?” The greenette is staring down at her lap, red cheeks evident to all.

Somehow this woman in front of you has transformed into a demon and has both you and your boyfriend's mother under her thumb. Playing with you both like little dolls for her entertainment. She Stands up and stalks over to you slowly, dropping the lace on your lap and waits, glancing between you and the fabric. You swallow and stand up to pull them on underneath your dress.

“Oh ho ho. Was this naughty little girl prancing around the house in this short little dress, entertaining her bosses mothers with no panties on?” You feel compelled to nod, like your body is moving without your approval as you lift your dress up to show the snug straps over your hips and small triangle of lace covering not much of anything. Mitsuki lets out an appreciative hum, motioning for you to twirl. A harsh smack lands on your ass as you comply. You see both of them watch it jiggle as you look over your shoulder scandalized at the action.

To be honest you aren’t surprised at Mitsuki, not with the way she was just walking, but Inko? Sweet little Inko who’s been nothing but an angel to you the whole time you’ve known her? No, you didn;t expect her to be staring at your ass in the same way her son does when he sees that little string swallowed up by your cheeks. You go to let the fabric fall and leave, overwhelmed with what's going on but Mitsuki is already behind you, hands running up your body and dragging the cotton fabric of your dress up with it.

As she pulls it over your head, you are staring at Inko with a mixture of lust and confusion as your tits fall free, bare for her to drink in. You should be embarrassed, standing near naked in front of these two mothers, mothers of our bosses, your boyfriend's mother. But the attention they are giving you, like your a gift, the apple of their garden, forbidden but ripe for the taking.

It makes you feel desired, powerful, someone who could hold all the control if you wanted to. Like you could control Inko, twist her around your finger every which way. That you drew this type of energy out of Mitsuki, it’s a heady drug. Like a goddess, of the dark seedy underworld where mothers lust for you but in the same breath of spring, a fresh breath of air, a light playful thing, mischievous and fun.

Mitsuki pulls you out of your staring contest with a snap of the strap on your hip. You turn back to see her in her sleek black skirt and a black lace bra looking just the picture of elegant beauty and power. And the gleam in her eye as she looks you over with a smirk makes you realize that you have no power here. The small warm hand on your hip just cements the fact. You are powerless between the two. A charming devil on one shoulder and a doting angel on the other.

Inko is hesitant in the way she touches you, unsure in what is allowed but desperate to push the boundaries and just take. The soft kisses along your shoulder blades are evident of that. In between the ones she's leaving you and Mitsuki’s long fingers teasing your nipples you find yourself walking to Izuku’s room and sitting on the bed. Inko and Mitsuki are looming over you and you try to figure out where this is going next but so far just letting it happen has been more than fun.

Mitsuki slaps Inko’s ass and tells her to see how good she kisses, see if she treats her little boy right. Inko is more than happy to comply, scrambling up into your lap and pushing you down into the bed. Her lips are small and soft and pleading for more. You open up her mouth and she honest to god moans as she slips her tongue in. You can feel Mitsuki unbuttoning Inko’s shirt, undressing her as she’s sitting on your lap. GIving you the most twisted present you could ever want. All this soft skin for you to touch, to kiss, and worship like the angel she is.

She whimpers when Mitsuki pulls her skirt off, leaving her in her cotton underwear and plain bra and all you can focus on is the wet patch you can feel growing from her crotch pressed on your stomach. You see her kiss swollen lips and pupils blown wide. It looks like there’s some type of regret trying to cross her features but when you grasp her ass and drag her cunt along your stomach it fades away with eyes rolling back into her head.

Mitsuki kneels down to whisper in your ear, “Doesn’t she look so pretty like that. Moaning like a whore from a little action. Don’t you want to hear more of those pretty noises?” You nod, looking up at her like she hung the sun, ready and willing to do what she asks. You can feel inko rocking her hips against you, a hand grasping your tit for balance.

You look at Inko, begging her to tell you what she wants, more than willing to give it to her. In the end, neither of you make that decision. Mitsuki pushes her up your chest until she straddles your shoulders. Inko tries to shuffle away rambling about how she's concerned about hurting you or being too heavy but your arms are already wrapped around her thighs and lips leaving bruising marks right alongside them.

Her legs are coated in arousal and your spit before Mitsuki slowly pushes her down onto your tongue after catching her by surprise with a kiss. You can taste the arousal caught in her panties and the warmth of your tongue makes her let out a yelp that turns into a moan. You chuckle and press a kiss against the fabric before you nudge them to the side with your nose and dive in with a fervor.

Her weight pressing down on you feels like heaven, you must have died and moved on and the noises coming from above you are the trumpets at the gate, angels welcoming you home, something ethereal. Your tongue tasting the rivers of milk and honey pouring from her as she ruts against you. It’s intoxicating and you forget about your corporeal form until a pair of hands spread your legs apart for someone to move in between.

Mitsuki’s touch lights a fire in your gut, fingers dipping into your hole quickly before pulling out. You can hear a muffled laugh and she’s so wet from making you feel good. Isn’t she a good little girl? It’s shameful, the way your gut clenches and flops at her words, the consent making you queasy but the doting tone willing you to agree.

A blunt head is pressed against you and stays right there, teasing you with what is to come but never giving in. Rolling your hips doesn’t help to fully catch it in your hole but it must be a pretty enough sight for her to give in and bottom out in one sharp thrust at jolts you forward.

Inko almost falls over but a firm fist in your hair keeps her upright and chasing the pleasure. Mitsuki’s sharp and near brutal pace makes it difficult for you to focus on Inko but you have to. Have to keep hearing all those pretty sounds. You focus on suckling at her clit, flicking at it with your tongue before sliding down to press at her hole. You slide in easily and with every roll of her hips your nose catches on her clit causing them to stutter.

You can tell she’s close and nothing in the world could stop you from bringing her there. Your wet and sloppy but its doing the triick, slurping at her folds, thumbing at her clit while you fuck her hole with your tongue, it doesn’t take long before theres a waterfall of ambrosia pouring down your face and Inko falls over next to you boneless.

Mitsuki must be proud of you or happy that all your attention is on her, either way she gets into your space and licks Inko off of your face before grasping your jaw open and spitting in your mouth. “Hold it. Mouth open.” You do just that and she nods looking at that little fuckdrunk look on your face.

She picks up her pace, fucking you fast and fucking you stupid. Inko’s mouth latches onto one of your nipples catching you by surprise and a weak whine slips out. She coos, “Aw a cute little baby. I get why Izuku likes you, lookin’ up all doe eyed while being fucked open. I know I love it. Love how tight you are around my cock. Fuck, darlin’.”

You feel like lava is flowing through your veins, fire licking at your lungs, your brain leaving it scorched until nothing is left but her. Your throat is dry and you want to cry out, let out the noises building in your chest but you have to be good. Keep her spit in your mouth until she tells you to swallow.

Inko’s hands are joined by Mitsuki’s roaming over your body leaving nothing untouched. You are a live wire ready to overload and shut down. Soft fingers rub against your clit beckoning forward the black out and it's just as strong as you expected, A supernova of pleasure from the mused hairs on your head to your curling toes rippling out from where Mitsuki fucks you through it.

She doesn’t stop even when your back hits the bed again. Her pace slows but it doesn’t matter when every thrust burns as you try to scramble away from the cooling embers of pleasure that's quickly turning into white hot pain.

You feel her shudder and grind in against you and let out the softest noise any Bakugou has ever uttered and it’s an entirely enchanting moan. She rolls her hips through her organs, riding through the pleasure on the straps of her harness before she pulls out and stands on shaky legs. Only then does she let you swallow.

Inko shuffles away quickly, urging her to sit and returns with some wet cloths. She dutifully and delicately cleans both of you up, showering you in praise and soft kisses against the cleaned skin. Mitsuki grumbles far more about the words than you did but puts up no real argument.

The three of you lay on Izuku’s childhood bed for longer than you probably should. The door opening was near inaudible but Izuku’s loud call for the both of you shatters the silence your trio was basking in. Mitsuki and Inko hurriedly dress to meet him downstairs and buy you some time to regain your senses and put your wracked self back together.

You see Mitsuki stop by the door and you drearily turn your head to look at her. “For what it’s worth, I think you probably treat Izuku pretty well.”

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[honey-makki]

breakfast and dinner

osamu miya x fem!reader

warnings: fingering, oral (f. receiving) and penetrative sex

word count: .8k

summary: home is where the heart is, and thats here, with osamu.

you wake up to Osamu’s long fingers brushing hair out of your face. you get the feeling he had ben staring at you for a bit while you slept on his chest. neither of you attempt to his your smile as you see each other’s eyes for the first time today.

“good mornin’ beautiful” his voice is still rough and coated with sleep, it’s comforting, reminiscent of home. usually that’s comforting to a fault, lulling you back to sleep, but today it just reminds you of how you are still in japan, unable to travel back home to see your parents. you aren’t sad about missing a nice meal or even the act of going home but you are sad that you haven’t been able to see your family in almost a year. Osamu is the closest thing you can get to family, and while you are blessed to have him, it’s not the same.

you didn’t even notice the tight grip you had on his shirt or the tears welling up until he brushed them off and laid you on your back. “i know you want to be back home with your family, but you have me and i’ll try to make your day just as good as i can.” he says this while peppering kisses across your face and slowly down your neck.

“maybe we should start the day with a nice meal, hmm?” his lips trail lower until they are tracing the cut of your underwear. a sleepy hum of agreement is all he needed to pull them down your thighs, following the damp fabric with kisses.

your legs are easily spread by his hands massaging up your thighs and to you chest. “looks delicious. best meal im ever gonna have” you chuckle at him being corny but it turns into a breathy sigh as his tongue laps gently at your folds. he’s gentle enough to not pull you entirely out of your sleepy state but still build up a steady pleasure. his lips find your clit and your hips grind up into his face.

he throws one of his arms over your hips to hold you down, mumbling a command for you to stay still. his other hand slides up searching for yours. a small act of love, a reminder that his him doing this to you, the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

the sounds he’s making in between your legs is loud, echoing around the room accompanied by your moans. they get louder and louder as his ministrations get faster and heavier, until he pushed you over the edge. your empty hand had found it’s way into his silken hair to pull him closer but now you are pushing him back. each lap of his tongue feeling like lava, too much, too early in the morning.

normally he would try to pull another orgasm out of you but today he must be feeling kind, relenting and climbing back up your body to give yourself sleepy face a kiss.

“good morning to you too, you got a little somethin on your face samu.” it doesn’t stop you from pulling him back down for another deep kiss caged between his arms.

“we should start every holiday like this” his voice is still low but a little clearer than it was before. you don’t even try to hide your amusement, a real laugh, one that probably embarrassed him just a tad about his statement.

“i’m not gonna say no to you waking me up with oral on christmas but—“ you run one hand down from his cheek to the tent in his sweats, “—let me help you out too?”

“well, i’m not really done with this delectable meal laid out beneath me. still wanting to try some st-stuffing.” neither of you let him get all the way through his ridiculous attempt to be festive without laughing. he’s standing up removing his pants while you just laugh, thinking about how silly he is but he’s trying.

trying to make today a good day, with soft simple actions, you’ve never been more in love, not matter how stupid his pick up lines are.

he climbs back over you and runs his fingers along your already glistening slit and pushes two fingers in with little resistance due to your precious orgasm. his face is adorned with a soft grin, still a little sleepy himself while he works you open.

“think this is gonna be my favorite dish, darlin”

your groan in exasperation but it is quickly transformed into pleasure as he starts to slide his fat head into your waiting cunt.

yeah, today is gonna be a good day, because no matter what, Osamu is here and he’s gonna take care of you and he’s gonna be stupid and silly but most of all, despite being half way around the world from your family you are happy.

a/n: sometimes you just have a very self indulgent crack dream and have to write it. rip to all my wips but osamu is built😤different😤

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[honey-makki]

grandma’s blessing

best friend!hanamaki takahiro x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of death (family member), oral (fem receiving), fire, probably unsanitary cooking conditions if i’m being honest (it’s soft i swear)

summary: the holidays are your favorite time of year. your best friend hanamaki tries to keep holiday cheer alive despite the loss of a family member.

word count 2.4k

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Holiday’s are tricky. Decisions on whether the trauma of going home will be a heavier burden to bear than the guilt and loneliness of your city apartment. GOing home was never a pleasant experience. Trips filled with parents nitpicking your seemingly successful life and emotionally battering you about anything and everything they could. The only reprieve would be hugging your grandmother and being able to see her face-to-face during dinner. She understood why you didn’t come home every opportunity and didn’t blame you a bit.

On years when it would be too much to travel, you knew that she would still give you a call. Spending all day on the phone with you while you bounced around the kitchen making much smaller portions of what they would be eating at home. Even the small amounts of silence on the call were comfortable. You could feel her next to you kneading the dough for a pie while you mixed together the fruit base. It felt like home.

The silence that has been living in your apartment the past few months after her passing was suffocating. Weekends spent with friends at their apartment just to get out of somewhere that just seems to reek of death and despair.

You had spent more nights at Makki’s place in the past month than at your own. He was your closest friend, a true confidant, someone skilled at lifting your mood, and the person you’ve been undeniably in love with for years. You accepted the fate of growing old with a horde of cats as long as you can have his silly pink hair shining in the sun when you hung out with friends. It’s ok that you are going to be alone forever as long as you still had a standing laser tag date once a month. The only thing stronger than your feelings of love towards the strawberry blond was fear of losing him.

He has been a pillar of strength during the past few months. Holding your crying body until you fall asleep on his tear-stained and snot covered chest. Setting alarms in your phone to make sure you are eating or going to work instead of sitting in a dissociative state. Ever since you shared a bed with him, he’s been a little more comfortable with physical contact. Walking closer together arms touching when going out or throwing an arm over your shoulder when lounging around the house. You can’t count the number of times you’ve both woken up in various stages of cuddling.

He was the one to bring up spending the holidays together. He had just gone home for a wedding and couldn’t afford another ticket and he knew that you were in a weird spot. “We can stay here and make dinner and bake cookies and watch shitty r-romcoms? Someone has to appreciate Hallmark movies, why not us?” You can hear his voice crack and start to speed up as a blush rises across his face. You see it but don’t really process it, more relieved that for the first time in months, the thought of holidays didn’t make you run to the bathroom and throw up. You smiled and nodded, setting plans for him to come over later in the week.

Makki always liked when you cooked, throwing a western spin on dishes he considered normal. But today, he was flabbergasted, you didn’t let him just sit on the barstool curating music while you did all the work, no, there was too much food to be made for him to laze around. You laid out the recipe for your grandmothers’ mac n’ cheese, explaining what everything meant while you got started on an asian fusion stuffing you figured out a few years back.

You stole glances at him in the middle of stirring, combining and folding everything together. His tongue sticks out between his lips while he deliberately measures out the exact amount of cheese required. In all the time you’ve seen him, you’ve never seen him totally lose his laid back air until now, and you can’t control your laugh. Is he really more serious about measuring out sharp cheddar cheese than a game that would take them to nationals? Or that physics final he actually studied for? Your heart skips a beat when you see his soft, satisfied smile to the dish he just created. All you can picture when he looks over to you is how cute of a child he must have been. Cheeks round encasing his bright smile as his head tilts ever so slightly to the left.

After he slides the last dish into the oven, you both opt for taking the time to clean the kitchen, knowing that you won’t want to do it after dinner. The dishes are washed and dried and while Makki puts away the ones that go on a higher shelf, you return flour and other ingredients to the pantry but before you put them down you call out to him, voice lighter than normal, the one you use when asking a favor.

“Taka, how upset would you be if I said I wanted to cook a little bit more?”

“You get dishes this time around then, but what are we makin’?”

You turn out of the pantry with a bounce in your step before slapping down the flour and newly acquired, chocolate chips and sprinkles. “Cookies! We always made cookies with my grandma and it wouldn’t be the same without them.” Your eyes sparkle at the thought of the sweet treats and equally sweet memories of your childhood. Makki thinks you are breathtaking.

“Let me get the bowls back down and we can probably make mediocre cookies if you have anything you do with it.” He smiles at just how cute the squawk you made from his teasing is, just happy that he gets to be here with you. He doesn’t really hear how you defend your baking skills and complain that just because you forgot flour one time doesn’t mean you are inept at baking.

He never thought he would be the type to settle down and be domestic, it just didn’t seem like something he cared a lot about, but now he he can’t rid his mind of the thought of waking up ten minutes before your alarm just to make you a cup of coffee or throwing your favorite blanket in the drier on days it’s raining so when you get home, you can melt into the soft plush and warm up instantly.The clattering of spices brings him back to the moment, turning to see you picking up the cinnamon and vanilla extract.

“You good, love?” There’s something about how you look when you flustered because of him, that scratches an itch he didn’t know was there. The first time a pet name like this had slipped through his lips he was certain that whatever line the two of you were toeing had been crossed, demolished. Instead you just tucked your hair away and averted your gaze back to whatever shitty movie the two of you were “watching” that night. Now it’s normal, well its not normal, its very much not normal for him to refer to you as love or babe and it's not normal for you to exclusivley call him by his first name. It's decidedly abnormal considering your relationship or lack thereof. But if you aren’t going to question it neither is he.

He helps you up and gather the remaining ingredients for the “famous snickerdoodle cookies” that you swear had won awards. The mixing of the dough is interrupted when he has to grab your wrist to stop you from adding salt instead of sugar. You refuse to look at him because you know he is sporting a huge smirk and raised eyebrows, knowing that he’s right about you not being the best baker. You are reprieved by the oven going off, signaling to remove the earlier and change the temperature.

“Damn, babe, these cookies look so good, especially this one.” You return to Makki who already started to lay out the dough on the baking tray. You see perfectly round blobs squished slightly by a fork for a pattern and then right in front of him you see the cookie he was talking about. You didn't expect to see your 27 year old boyfriend-who-isn’t-your-boyfriend to be holding a cockshaoped cookie. But really, you should have seen it coming from the guy who laughs when either of you fart.

He can hear the clock ticking as you just stare, annoyed. He was concerned for a second, that maybe he shouldn’t have made a lewd joke when making cookies. This is something he used to do with her grandmother, you stupid idiot.. But when he can see the apple of your cheek peeking out from behind your hand, he recognizes that face. The one that positively exudes warmth and happiness with her laughter. The butterflies always buzzing in his stomach go wild when this face comes out. He would do anything to see it for the rest of time.

You don’t know where the courage comes from but you cup his cheek for a kiss, he mirrors your action. It just felt normal, and you honestly didn’t realize that it wasn’t normal until you both pulled back. Your eyes are locked on his, both of you sporting a soft smile until his keeps growing, evolving into a laugh that is borderline offensive in how loud it is.

You don’t know why and you get a little nervous that maybe he doesn’t feel the same way, when you go to hide your face, you feel the heat rising but also a soft powdery coating? And that’s when you realize his hands are still coated in flour from shaping the cookies. Your eyes are rolling while you chuckle but Makki on the other hand is losing his mind, almost in tears from laughing while putting the cookies in the oven. “It’s not that funny, Takahiro! Get me a napkin please.”

“Nah, you look really sweet. Good enough to eat.” You weren’t surprised when he returned to kissing you, nor when he lifted you up by your thighs and plopped you on the counter. The kisses are sweet, lazy and perfect for a second kiss, and a third and a fourth. This is normal. His lips belong on yours. Your hands should be tangled up in his hair while his run over your waist and legs. This is right. There's no rush to deepen the kiss, both of you happy to just indulge in the warmth of the other, but it is inevitable. A soft nip at your bottom lip or an accidental tug of his hair, neither of you know what happened first but you both are staring at each other, panting lightly with a much darker gaze than the original flour induced makeout session.

“You are just as sweet as I thought. Gotta have a taste.” His voice is raspier than you’ve ever heard and you just let him move your body as he pleases. Pull your hips to the edge of the counter. Spread your legs as far apart as they’ll go. Lift your hips when he pulls your shorts and underwear down. Gotta act as sweet as he says I am. He has barely touched you but when he falls to his knees and just stares at your dripping slit that he's imagined for years, your eyes, you are already imagining how good he's going to feel.

You shouldn’t even try to think, his tongue exceeded any expectation or desire you had. Expertly flicking against your throbbing clit as he works two fingers in you. You feel the groan he lets out when he dips his tongue into your hole before you hear it. The vibrations reverberate up your spine and through your body, an all-consuming heat starting in your stomach, threatening to let loose, to run rampant on your body. His fingers, joined by another, return to your clenching hole and search for the spongy spot hidden deep inside. All you can hear is the blood rushing through your head, drowning out every other noise.

“C’mon love, cum on my fingers, on my tongue, I’ve wanted, dreamed about this for years, give it to me.” His slow words juxtaposed the fervent pace of his fingers and it was enough to send you over the edge.

You feel so hot you fear you might pass out, the groan Makki lets out beneath you is the only thing keeping you grounded. You were first concerned that you had hurt him in someway, but when you see his eyes roll back into his head and his tongue trying to lap up every single bit of cum you squirted on his face and thighs, you know it wasn’t due to excruciating pain, rather it's just an obscene reaction to you.

When you push him back, squirming with overstimulation, you hear him scramble and “Shit! Fuck! Fire extinguisher?? WHERE IS YOUR FIRE EXTINGUISHER???” You are still out of it until he starts actually screaming, words still evade you but he follows your line of sight to the red tube hiding in the corner next to the fridge. The smell of smoke is overwhelming all of a sudden. You were in a dreamlike post orgasmic state and suddenly your coughing, eyes hazy.

the cookies, SHIT THE COOKIES!! Smoke is billowing out of the oven and your fire alarm is blaring, but soon the room is filled with a white foam originating from Makki. You never realized that the foam would continue to expand until half of your kitchen was covered in it and you saw a sheepish looking Makki on the other side.

“Fires out”. Again, he starts to laugh at you, and this time you join him. Today has turned out entirely different than you expected. It wasn’t a sad day, it was filled with laughter, romance, an ill timed fire and Makki. All in all, a successful holiday, despite the fact everything you cooked was coated in foam. He’d seen you staring at the food and already took his phone out to order food, “Indian or ramen?”

Yeah, you think you’re grandma would be happy seeing you like this. Happy Holidays.

a/n: i don’t really know what this is but the image of makki being a disaster in the kitchen came to me one day and here we are. make sure you read the other fics in the collab

matsukawa’s funeral home winter collab

a/n 2.0: also a/o to @iwaasfairy for making that makki image that i used in my header. i love her more than i love him which say a lot

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