#makoto x reader smut

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tw. dubcon, monsterfucking, explicit size kink, interspecies sex, reader has sex pollen like effects, communication barrier, manipulation, yandere (other parts will contain a lot more explicit dark kinks so please read every individual part's warnings!) wordcount. 8.7k

part 1 of —

a/n. ♡♡ thank you so much rhi for keeping me going through this, idk if i would have pushed through if not for you so ily ily ily and this fic is just indulgence as a period piece and a monsterfucking fic but i hope you give it a chance and like it bc there's moresomes a-coming and this is just the beginning so! yeA i hope you guys enjoy mwuah mwuah mwuah ♡♡

tachibana makoto x fem!reader ( x other characters coming)

Dragonflies glint the prettiest, richest silver you’ve ever seen under the right light. The rosy evening sun casts the entire river into a blooming glow— complete with a soft blanket of fog that rolls along the base of the trees. “Your maiden servants worry about you, you know,” a voice softly calls, and the rustle of shrubbery makes you turn.

You don’t really want to know how long the man’s been guarding you without a word. If it were anyone but one of your father’s most trusted men, you’d probably have some distrust. Instead you only pull your knees to your chest, and continue tossing rocks into the babbling brook.

“Lady, it’ll get dark soon. Your parents don’t want you playing out here so late.”

The small area isn’t open enough to lure any visitors. You’d be fine. Still, you slowly bob your head, waiting for him to step away from the tree edge into the river bank with you. “I had a weird dream, only it didn’t feel like a dream.” The reeds sway in the wind, and you almost let the perfect surrounding whisk away the thought. But the man’s hand drops from his sword, and he gives the faintest of nods. “There was a monster here when I fell asleep— one with a huge mouth packed full of teeth. I saw eyes in the water, and hair so long it covered its whole body.” The tart remnants of your delicately applied makeup wash away as you swallow. “I think- it was a yokai.”

“There’s no yokai here, lady,” he patiently responds, and you turn to him better. This time taking a proper look. If the damp hair tied in a bun is anything to go off of, he was most likely called out of his bath to come out looking for you. You bite your lip, apology lingering on your tongue. But that’s where it stays, as the man continues. “There’s monsters only where people don’t go. You needn’t worry.”

“Are you comforting me?” A slight giggle passes your lips before you can help it. “I know you think I’m lying. You don’t believe anything you don’t see with your own eyes.”

“... It’s not for a lack of trying.” He smooths a hand over his hakama, before resting it back on the pristine handle of his sword. The dragonflies buzz over the low edge of the water, and your feet ache a little from the cold. You’d love to ask to be carried right about now, but spare the poor man the effort. It’s the least you can do. After another few minutes of silence and watching the sun disappear entirely below the tree line, he finally clears his voice. “Come on, lady. We should really get back. You’re precious to your parents. You’re precious to us all. I can’t leave you here.”

This river runs from the high mountains all the way through the small lake that borders the gates of your home; and all the way down the lowlands— and it’s said that on the day of your birth the river flooded, and provided the most bountiful harvest of the last few decades. Even as a child, there was no ignoring the gleeful whispering of the ladies, nor the calculated introductions of sons of poorer lords at every birthday or feast. Some day not too long from now you will get married and spread providence over the land… and there won’t be time for napping by rivers or running off half-dressed into the forest.

Somehow, despite the honor, a small part of you goes cold at that. The water glistens under the last of the light— and you take a long look into the deep of it. The eyes the color of hot coals flash through your mind once more, and you start pulling the fabrics of your dresses aside to put your zori back on. “I know it was a monster- but-” The wind picks up when you turn over your shoulder and smile your most genuine smile. “I wasn’t scared, I think. Perhaps it was friendly.”

The guard is quiet as he watches you get up from the riverbank, and sticks a comfortable distance after helping you gently up onto your feet. You suppose he doesn’t really have the heart, or perhaps confidence, to tell you what he really thinks of your childish talk. The barely-there path back to your home has you growing much more tired— as if weights are tied to your legs. You wish you could stay. The moss crunches softly under your feet, and the dewy air starts to feel a bit cold to the touch. Despite everything, it’s always peaceful here. You cast a brief glance up to the man as he pushes the shrubbery aside. His face has a vacant sort of look, until he catches you looking, and his mouth curls up. “I’ll tell your maiden servants to prepare a purifying ritual for you.”

“Ugh, no, please. Anything but that.”

+

“The koi fish aren’t around anymore, are they, lady?” There’s a slight hesitation in her voice as your maid walks up.

You nod, lift your sleeves to brush your fingers through the water and wait. You got them as a present for your coming of age festivities— the most beautiful blue grey with red fins— much too expensive for your liking but a courting gift nonetheless. You’d been quite fond of the walks out of your houses’ walls because of them. The feed floats sadly on the surface of the inlet, where the clear river water shows no sign at all of the normally curious animals. “It seems like they’ve gone.” What a shame.

Your other maiden scans the area, before rushing to help you up onto your feet as she lowers her head. “Should we ask the master to procure some more? We know feeding the fish brings you much joy.”

The girl helps to fix your sleeves again, before awaiting your call. “No, that’s quite alright. There’s no use replacing a gift.” You cast a wary glance at the bay once more, not quite sure what you’re looking for; but fail to find anything out of the ordinary. A sight furrow comes to your brow, before you hike up your layers of skirts- much to the shock of your two servants- and turn to them with a softer smile. “I would like to be alone for a bit—”

“Lady!” one of them squeaks, but you only laugh.

“I am certain, Hitsu. Tell my father I will be home before tea and dinner, and if you could prepare my bath…” The dark brunette has a question on her tongue, but does nod with the same trained properness that you’ve come to know. “I simply wish to walk along the river, I won’t swim. It’ll be quick, I promise.” It’s not a lie. You have no intention of ruining your beautiful, expensive clothing by going any further than a shallow few steps. But there’s a nagging memory somewhere in the back of your mind— 

You used to have so many dreams, all of them now too faint to recall. Both young ladies give each other a look, before eventually bowing deeply and heading back towards the palace gates.

See, that nagging sense that you’re forgetting something important, something crucial, overcomes you. It’s almost impossible to ignore, and you kick off your shoes to tread carefully along the edge of the deep pool of fresh spring water. The moss is soft under your feet, keeping a tight grip on your embroidered silks.

When you were only a few years old, you used to have these dreams. Dreams of drowning, of ghouls and demons. They grew scarcer the older you got, and eventually even the weekly purification spells and chants became declared unnecessary. But where the memories once sat, now only a blank hole remains in your mind. And however hard you try to remember, you can never quite get there. You make it to the sloped edge of the river not much later, stepping up the small sputtering waterfall and a few round stones between stray bamboo— nearly still water pooling at your feet.

It’s chilly, but not freezing. Something scratches in the back of your skull, deep down. It trickles down your neck, and with a steady heartbeat, it breathes.

But you can’t catch the thought, and the harder you try, the cloudier it becomes— eventually you click your tongue and start walking along the water edge up stream. You should look for your fish. If they swam out of the inlet somehow, maybe they’d be around. They are, much like you are, bred for captivity and wouldn’t survive too long on their own. The sun casts warm spring rays onto your skin, walking in much needed solitude. When you barely realize you’ve spaced out, you’ve already made it to a bend in the river where peach blossoms float on the otherwise pristine surface of the water— and despite your previous care, you drop your dress.

The blossoms swirl in slow circles. And a raindrop lands on your nose. 

Arms, wrapped tight around your chest. Claws. Wide lashless eyes.

Something floods your brain so suddenly that you stumble back a few steps and gasp, sucking in a breath.

It was here. You can’t exactly make out what, but your gut recognizes the trees, the scraggly stones sticking out of the water. Your lungs full of water, and hands all over.

Bumps rise all over your back as you look around, and water seeps up along your tarikubi robe. It’s so quiet, and the stillness starts to trouble with each droplet that comes down. But you breathe. You’ve been here, perhaps more than once, and the aching, pressing itch deep in your head grows more unbearable. When a metallic flicker catches your eyes, you glance down. The rain now starts up more properly, and though the trees provide some shelter, there’s no hiding away from the cold as you walk in just deep enough to bend and pick up a dainty golden chain from between the smooth rocks.

It’s fine like thread, and cold to the touch, and though you can’t quite explain it; something about this finely crafted piece is familiar too. Even through the rain and the chills crawling all the way up your spine, you study the necklace closer. The intricate detail is almost too pristine.

A soft splash on the other side of the river startles you— The sudden scare makes you lose your balance and fall back onto your lower end. Hard. The ache immediately has you whimpering, but instead of worrying about the pain, you slowly try to catch yourself on the rocks; pained enough in the motion that you swear — you see a person diving underneath the water edge. Something pale and fast. You scream, and whatever you saw dashes away before you can think about doing different. The blossoms drift off as you scramble back up; your bruised palms sting, and your heartbeat still hammers hard in your throat when the silence returns.

But the blurry flash of maroon hair and fiery red eyes you caught is long gone.

And much too soon, the clouds that had seemed so fluffy and beautiful earlier turn a dreary grey. You turn on your heel and book it back down the river side on bare feet— still clamping the chain between your fingers.

+

The wick of your lantern splutters with thick oil as you fail to catch sleep. Even with the spring weather it’s chilly, with you remaining wrapped under a thick blanket. You breathe a long sigh, and listen to the crackling of the candle beside your bed in the absence of any other sound. The earlier lecture of your father, your mother, and even the normally quiet and collected matron of the house still lingers on your mind— it’s not like you can blame anyone. You wouldn’t be the first stupid, brazen young girl who happened to drown, and despite the quiet lives most girls like you live, you most likely won’t be the last.

You shouldn’t have been out there. Your servants had been ghastly pale from fright upon seeing the state in which you returned, and even the thorough scrubbing and hours-long bath didn’t do much to alleviate the ache in your lower back.

Despite all that, you’re stuck. Eyes -monstrous, unnatural eyes- appear in the crevices of your mind each time you close your own. No amount of prayer makes the longing fade, and the longer you lay here, the deeper they seem to dig into your flesh. Goosebumps crawl all over your skin once more. When you throw your blankets off you, you go digging in one of the woven baskets for the thickest bland garments you’ve got— tying them around your hips until you’re dressed enough to peer out into the hall. The frigid air current howls through the house when you gather your lantern, some woven socks, and after a brief bit of deliberation; snatch the golden chain from beside your pillow.

The palace is quiet at night, an almost eerie sort of calm that is broken only by the soft ‘pats’ of your feet on the hardwood— with the lanterns barely providing enough light to see a good arms length at a time. The wind pushes you forward, nuzzling deeper into the collar of your clothing until you make it outside. Even under the starry sky, there’s no doubt that this is a stupid idea. No good can come from nightly outings — though you’ve seen girls come and go in similar ways under the cover of night, you’re quite sure their purpose was less out-for-trouble than you are now. But what else can you do?

How could you ever sleep soundly not knowing what’s out there.

With only the flickering reflection on the water, you bow before your home— you’d be back soon enough. You love your clan— and you have no intention of getting caught in long lectures twice in a night. The guards at the gates have no way of noticing you as you slip into the brush and cover the lamp from sight, as cold breaths form clouds before your eyes.

Your legs move almost instinctively until you come upon the peach tree, and the pretty white flowers rain down with the breeze. You place the candle by your feet; and hesitate before taking your own seat on a round rock right by the water edge. You’ve never seen a yokai. Not that you can remember at the very least, but if you would have-you didn’t expect to here. Not the river that blessed your birth, or the one who gives everyone life by way of harvest. Maybe what you saw was a farmer bathing, or a particularly pale, large cod— wouldn’t that make more sense. Isn’t that exactly why you didn’t tell your father?

Because naïvity and silly wonder seems better than monsters lurking among the shrub.

Sadly, but perhaps unsurprisingly, a soft splashing in the water sets every hair on your body upright— and your mouth goes dry. It’s so dark. So awfully dark that it’s hard to see even past your own feet, if not for the broken reflection of your candle in the water. You know it's there. You feel it, by the rancid sort of churning in your stomach, the rapid beating of your heart. You swallow the tightness in your throat as best you can. “I’ve come to return your necklace. I didn’t mean to steal it, so I’ve come to give it back.” You wish you could let your eyes grow used to the dark, but without candle light, it’d be so much harder to get back home in one piece.

After just the sounds of the river drag on, you slowly take another breath, and try to bite back the wetness that rises every time you try and fail to find the eyes you know are looking at you. “I don’t wish to harm anyone.” The wind seems to howl harder across the river, and you can’t fight the horrible visions of monsters all around you, just there in the darkness; tightening your hands into fists. “So I wish you would not harm me either. You can have it back.” Your hand shakes when you hold out the chain above the water— not nearly far enough for anything to reach it without coming into your sight. But you’re too frightened to go any deeper, and your lungs tighten.

“Please, I-”

The peaceful spluttering of the water is suddenly disrupted by a much louder splashing, and you freeze up with a sharp gasp, shoulders trembling despite yourself. You don’t dare move any more than that— only after a minute or so of silence, you continue. “Hello? Don’t you want your necklace back?”

The reeds shake in the wind, and one of the blossoms brushes along your cheek as it falls into your crouched lap. Your breathing is tense enough to almost hide the little mumble that reaches back. It’s soft, sweet like dripping honey, and makes your whole spine tingle. “We want.”

If you had any less sense, you’d probably run right back home. But the idea of moving is too terrifying, so you’re stuck rooted in place as you take a breath. The voice sounds young enough, but the Japanese is distinctly older than your own dialect, rolling off the tongue with a vague foreign lilt— and it takes your frightened brain a little longer than you want to process that the voice isn’t simply human. When another little splash sounds a bit closer, you pull your outstretched hand back to your chest. “Can you see me?” Your own voice wavers when trying to make out any shape in the river. Alas, it’s just so dark that any further effort hurts your eyes.

“Yes.”

“I’ve come to give back your necklace. I got scared and took it, I’m sorry. I mean no harm-”

“He told.” The voice is unbearably clear. Almost like it’s being spoken directly into your head, even though it’s just a mere whisper among the rippling water. It’s distracting, and feels ice cold between your ears.

“Who’s he?” you try, biting your lip. The river seems to stare back at you, and you can’t do anything but hope you aren’t making some horrible mistake. Are you supposed to talk to the monsters that go bump in the night? “I- I don’t know where you are, I can’t see you.” Despite the soft, gentle nature of the voice, your heart patters wildly, unable to let go of your fear when there’s another closer splash. You must only be a dozen feet away from each other now, and still you can’t even see past the water at your toes. The voice stays quiet for a while.

“You don’t see is … better.”

You don’t respond for even longer. But for whatever reason, you almost want to agree. Not seeing, he almost sounds like a childhood friend of yours. The soft, honeyed words aren’t so frightening when you can’t see what they’re being spoken by; and you gather your last bit of courage to softly open your palm out again towards the night. “I’ll throw it over to you. Can you catch it?”

“No ‘throw’.” The -whatever- struggles with the word as he says it, before going quiet. You’re not sure if he doesn’t want you to throw it, or he simply doesn’t understand— so you just bite your lip and wait for any further comments that eventually do follow. “You put paw- h-hand.” Then, after another breath, “Come.” With a slight tremble in your voice, you breathe out a little laugh. You are really being asked to be braver than any girl with sense would— dragging your lantern closer over the pebbles until it’s right by your feet. Cursing yourself, you blink back nervous tears, trembling as you hike up the edge of your skirts, just the tiniest bit, and place only one foot into the shallowest part of the river for stability.

Your hand drops halfway outstretched, and you watch the flame where she glints back on the chain.

More splashing makes way for a more disturbing sound once it surfaces, of a body dragging over the shallow of the river towards you, scraping along the blunt stones— and you almost dart away when the sound comes close enough to reach. But your fingertips are almost frozen solid when another hand comes ever faintly into view, and wetness drops into your palm. To call it a hand is gracious, you decide. There’s longer digits, clawed, and webbed between each bony finger, and the wet glossy skin is more curved spike than thumb. The paw slides carefully along your hand, swiping up the chain as it goes— and leaves a cold coating all over your palm that you snatch back too quickly.

It’s unbearable to stay so close to something and not see it now, and you quickly hurry back to the safety of your rock as the same shuffling goes back to the water. Your heartbeat’s in your throat, and you can’t find any polite words to offer it until the yokai speaks again.

“Rin present, with- no, f-for you. You give present back, make happy. I am thank you.” You’re welcome, you think, but you barely manage to paint on a little smile before wringing your hands together and picking your lantern back up for safekeeping.

“I’m heading home now. If I’m not back soon my guards will find out.” It doesn’t feel entirely appropriate to thank it for not killing you when it had ample chance to, so you stay quiet. But there’s also a sense of gratitude that washes over you. Soon you’ll be back in bed like all of this was a dream. That seems right. That seems good. Your tongue lingers on your words. “You … What's your name?” The river bank feels much safer now you’re back on solid ground, and you can see the peach blossoms you almost slipped on.

There’s another long pause, where you almost make a run for it back all the way home, before the voice sounds out again from the dark— sugary sweet in its tone.

“Makoto.”

+

You’re pretty sure you should be questioning your own sanity. Everyone else wouldn’t hesitate to, and after the few restless nights you’ve had, you should be staying as far away as you can. But curiosity, mixed with a slight sense of obligation, has you walking the river bank like a little droplet flowing back to the sea. The quiet, scruffy man following behind doesn’t say much… never does, and you can’t say you dislike it. But you feel the glances your way, distracting you. Soon you find yourself clearing your voice. “You’re wondering why I’m walking this same path again?”

The older man only hesitates for a moment. “No, lady.”

“Sure you are. I would wonder if I were you.” There’s a faint smile that makes its way up, glancing out over the babbling brook to your left as grass tickles your ankles. “Not too long now and I’ll be engaged…” The peach blossoms above are almost done blooming— and you’ve never known your father to be an indecisive man. “Walking gives me a little break from all the fussing attendants, and father's advisors. Which is why it’d be even better if I were alone-”

It doesn’t take much pushback at all for the man to stop in place and give you a little look, resting his hand on the handle of his sword. “Lady.”

“Oh, please Azuma-san, we’ve had this same conversation for years.”

“I am not to leave you unprotected-”

You turn on your heel to face him. “I want to swim.” The stubborn frown on his face doesn’t move an inch, as your eyes go a little more puppy-esque. You have to know, so you have to lie. It doesn’t bring you joy either, but you might go insane if you have to live with questions for the next twenty years barred in some fancy prison of your future husband’s making. “-Swim right here. Without my very expensive clothing getting ruined.” Still that stone wall refuses to budge, and you throw your last bit of dignity into the ring. If this was anyone else you’d never hear the end of your unrefined words. “So I am going to get undressed.”

“—Ag-lright, just quiet. Your servants hear you and I’ll be lynched in the square.” He sighs deeply, rubbing his hand over his scruff, then gives a little bow. He wants nothing more than to roll his eyes when you offer back a self-satisfied grin, but instead takes a few steps the way you came with a stern look. “I’ll ask one of your maiden servants to make her way over here.”

“Don’t tell her to hurry!” you chant back, only taking off the heaviest layer of clothing once he’s out of sight. You lay it safe out of reach, before kicking off your shoes and socks and waddling towards the big stones again. Sure enough, the river here is a lot deeper than it looks. There’s a ledge in the pool that’s dark enough for almost any kind of monster to hide. This at least means your midnight escape wasn’t a total delusion. The peaceful sway of water grass settles when you dip your toes in the water, and wonder. There’s only a brief few minutes where you sit to think, before a slight thrashing once again captures your attention.

Only when you look up, the river is still, safe for a few tiny fish jumping out of the water. You get up, and tie your skirts up higher to inspect. A large maroon shape darts away into the darkness before you can take a good look, splashing droplets all over the river bank— and you hold your breath. You aren’t crazy. That definitely was much larger than any fish you’ve ever seen, and such a brilliant color that nothing but yokai could possess it. Brighter than all the finest silks, shimmering like a mirror. You wait for what could be a few seconds or an hour, before… someone- something else starts coming up from the darkness.

The olive-golden glitter rises so slow you have no choice but to take in another breath, but luckily don’t scare it away. His light chestnut hair is chopped short-ish, and a strangely human face— with cloudy black eyes, and green gashes either side of his neck— where he hovers below the water surface. It’s not human though. The eyes are big, round and deer-like, nose flatter, and his skin seems almost pearlescent. You don’t have the ability to think if you’re brave or just frozen solid. But whatever the case, the humanesque monster seems to stare for quite a while before judging it safe enough to approach.

It’s only then that you get to see the full extent of his body, scaled from ribs down, with a snake-like bottom half that’s at least longer than your entire body, and ending in a beautiful fish-like tail that feathers out in glittering threads. “Oh…” you breathe, and your arms wrap around yourself for protection, but you still don’t move further. Can’t, more like.

The half-man is close enough -and real enough- to feel a bit nauseating. Close enough to set every hair on your body on end and have your heartbeat a wild patter. But it’s the voice that really makes you feel frigid, gulping for air when that soothing tone comes out of a monstrous mouth. Whatever you had expected to see… wasn’t this. You can’t make out if the near-resemblance is comforting, or more frightening. You shiver at the black tongue, against porcelain white teeth.

“You come back.”

Your nod is hesitant, and you fidget with your jewelry in an attempt to calm your nerves. “I- wanted to see who I’d been talking to, that night. I haven’t slept well since then.”

He hoists himself a little further out of the water onto both hands, clawed and boney. “That was you, right? Makoto?” The brunet only gives a single nod of response, and doesn’t take his dark eyes off you for a second. And you want to laugh, though it isn’t too funny. The scene is just so absurd that you have nothing else to do, but laugh. “Isn’t this weird, talking to each other? How come yokai speak Japanese?” your voice comes, and you only hear how childish you sound when it seems to hang over the river without answer.

Out of all the questions you can ask, that’s what is most important to you? Makoto is gracious as he scoots a little closer once again, scraping his long, heavily muscled tail up over the pebbles and stones. “I listen very many year. Always listen, listen woman, listen warrior, listen you.” He blinks, and blondish lashes are the only normality you have staring back at him. “All can’t speak like me. I -hmm, pras-”

“Practice?” you try, and he clearly agrees when his tail pats happily on the ground. When you smile, he grins back wide and kind, his teeth are much sharper than yours. There’s something so human about the look, that you feel your muscles unwind a little further. You suppose, if he wasn’t so strange looking, with the wrong shades and fins here and there; he’d be quite handsome. He’d go over well with the maiden servants in the clan, too. “Many years, huh? Then- How old are you?”

“Hmmm- old. Very…” He doesn’t seem it, though. You avert your eyes when the water flicks over your feet, slowly dropping your shoes to the side. When you look back, he’s gotten closer yet, and is reaching out his hand towards the edge of the water, towards you. Despite your hesitation, and slight disgust— scaly and seemingly frost bitten pale lips, and unnatural greenish marks along his neck that flare out and in— there’s something that makes you want to follow.

A call, or instinct, to glide into the water and feel it embrace you. “You want come in?” he prompts, softly, and you do. You aren’t much of a swimmer even in high summer, and yet. You find yourself closing the distance and reaching out for his hand, letting your fingertips glide along as you get up to your knees into the water, and then get pulled along further step by unsure step. “Good, come.”

“Ah- it’s cold!” you squeak, but Makoto’s fingers wrap around your hand to support you even when you get almost up to your chest into the river, water crawling up your clothing and making your chest feel tight. “Sh- it's so cold.”

“Water not cold. You warm.” Only when he comes up in front of you do you truly notice how much bigger he is. His hands dwarf yours, and even though you’re higher up, his tail is curved aside to fit on the ground so he stares down at you— covering the sun from your view. He towers over any man you’ve ever seen, and his human-esque top half is still much broader than most. Like a hard plane of muscle, marked with thousands of golden freckles that shift in color the longer you look.

Shivers climb up your legs, and the water seeps your energy out of you. Wrapping your free arm around yourself, you rub some heat into your skin. Those pale lashes flutter as he gives you a half lidded glance, and the freckles that also go across his cheeks color a little more amber. “Lady is … cute.” Large hands suddenly slide along your sides up, before dragging over your shoulders and slowly taking your clothing with it, removing one of a few layers as he leans in. “Here, better without.”

“Oh. No- I don’t- think-”

“Shhh. Better, I know,” he seems to get closer, even though you are too busy staring back into the darkness of his eyes to really notice; and let him untie the robes enough to toss it towards the water edge. Then he pauses, and gets up higher onto his coiled tail to pull another layer off and throw it. Until you’re left standing in only your flimsier linen undergarb, and you’re suddenly much too aware of how peaked your nipples are against the scratchy fabric. But his hands slide up along your thighs to start peeling that off too, when you grab for him and shake your head.

Makoto insists. “No cold when not -this.” His hands keep going up even with your pressure on them.

Having a night encounter with a man is one thing, but you don’t know how you’d ever explain this if someone saw. You can’t dart away in a flash and escape the consequences. You have to go home after this. “I need my clothes to go back—” you quickly beg, ignoring the soft pads of his fingers along your upper thighs, “and if people see- Makoto, please.” Your whole body aches with the cold, and though the touch feels nice, it doesn’t seem right. Your nakedness isn’t a simple thing, even if his is.

“Clothes heavy. Water don’t like clothes.” He turns you around and you lose your footing on the stable flooring, arms quickly clinging onto his wide shoulders for support— it does make his point. Your clothes are incredibly heavy soaked, and pull down on you as strong arms ever so slowly wrap around your waist; nose only a few inches from yours. You can’t help it, your face gets hot. Cheeks, ears, nose- everything starts getting a distracting warm glow that you do your best to ignore, pulling your lip between your teeth. Even so, he seems to look down at you with intrigue, water reflecting in the black of his eyes. “What?”

“You’re very close…” you confess, and also try to release some of the tightness of your embrace— but amusement only brings him closer. He tilts his head, before leaning in until your foreheads meet, and the cooler skin consumes you. “Makoto-sama-”

“Human kiss, hm?” He’s so close, and his mouth is right there -and though you have no clue why, you really want to. The thought is almost as real as the air you breathe, feeling his hands roam all over your body through the soaked linen. Your voice doesn’t make it out when you nod, but he still lifts you into his chest, and your fingertips dig into his shoulders instinctively. “Show me how to kiss? You little one -hmm- good- fit.” You can’t help it, in place of physical heat there’s a sort of aching fire that spreads through your limbs the longer you stay close— and once you start you can’t stop.

Your mouth meets his first, lips moving with yours as his arms squeeze tighter; but when your tongue brushes his lips and meets his, he makes a noise. A low sort of purring that rattles his chest, and has him leaning in harder, trying to bury you into his body as your tongues brush and you suck and moan. His taste is mild but his tongue is heavy, and much longer than yours when it slips further into your mouth. Much longer, bigger, and the wetness soon has you feeling like you can’t breathe.

You pull back with a gasp, staring at the way his long tongue brushes along those sharp teeth before he leans in more. “Again.” You try to make some separation between your two bodies, but clearly Makoto doesn’t care for it when he clamps his hand down around your hip and kisses you more, melting to you as his tongue brushes against yours. He kisses like you’re the first and last thing he’s tasted, even when you moan a little whimper at the lack of air. His cold skin prickles against yours, grinding his waist against you slowly as your head pounds. Still, it feels good.

You don’t ever want to leave— and it’s this exact feeling that has you pulling back for air. You must be out of your mind. He stares with a blown out sort of hunger when you say his name again, and run your fingers along his shoulders up a little. “I’m going to get in trouble if someone finds me here- and- it’s not like we can—” Your cheeks get even hotter when you try to say the words, not even sure if he’d understand. Does a yokai’s understanding include human nighttimes? When he shows no intention of putting you down, you bury your face into his chest, feeling even smaller than before.

Though his skin is cold to the touch, there’s an intense amount of heat surging between you two, almost impossible to ignore— and the way you’re positioned against him, large arms caging you against his waist that pushes into you— doesn’t help anything. You can feel yourself get more slick each time you move your legs. He seems to chuckle when you groan- and as if sensing your train of thought, he rubs his nose along your ear and down the sensitive of your neck with a lower voice. “I want see. Human body so little. Want see it.”

That’s the tipping point. Every fiber in your being aches to obey, to let yourself get touched, seen, taken by him— and your mouth drops open a sliver as you struggle to find words. Your feet can’t reach the bottom here, and Makoto seems content to keep rubbing against you in a slow sea-saw motion that makes your center feel entirely hot. And eventually you crack. Blinking up at him, you breathe a faint “okay”, and let him turn you around. His hands are quick in their exploration, sliding under the last layer up your thighs, squeezing every few inches as he goes up. When he gets to your center, there’s a little flutter of his eyes, before those digits slide in and brush over your pussy, rubbing just soft enough to leave you wanting. “Warm,” he breathes, and then pulls you a little closer. “You do me too.”

As he pushes your last layer of clothing open fully and starts sliding it off your shoulders, you allow yourself just a little curiosity. He’s handsome, and he’s close, and you just feel so needy. Your breathing is still short against his chest, but your numb fingers glide down his sides with purpose as the muscles flex under your touch. His chest rumbles when you whine at the prodding and circling of his fingers around your dripping pussy, and you glide your hands down to his tail. The touch feels a little coarse, but he’s warmer there, and when you rub your palm over the area he’d been grinding into your waist, your fingers feel a softer, spongey slit. Makoto hisses when you rub a finger up and down, and you feel more heat burn onto your face. “Here?”

The question is answered when your finger slips in and is all hot, and something bumps you. But he picks you up and with one swift dash, lays you down on the river bank to get up between your legs. You need to open wide to allow him to fit, and can only whine out his name when the weight of his body over yours pushes you into the cold stones. He licks the air a few times, before grunting. You wish you could do anything other than just flush and look away when his hands descend onto your tits and start touching and rubbing, and the pressure leaves you all exposed. But it doesn’t take long for his attention to shift back to between your legs, and now with a better angle, he sinks down to nose below your navel. “Hmn-”

The purring is paired with a flaring of the gashes on his neck, and his eyes roll back. When his hands spread your legs up as wide as you can go, he nuzzles into you, and that long black tongue peeks out to lick slowly. You can’t help it, you moan. Loudly. It feels like a million pinpricks are traveling your body, as the very long, heavy tongue drags a long strip up your center, and then the tip of it laps at the wetness coating your hole— that quickly gets pushed open further with each sloppy lick. His tongue pushes inside you as he sucks and the feeling of something so hot and so- squirmy makes you squeeze your eyes closed. It’s too strange, but you can’t pull back.

Your hands even reach for his head to tangle your fingers in his hair and whine, your back curling from the floor. You’re drenched- no longer just water as your pussy clenches around his tongue that he forces in to lick places you’ve never been licked. Makoto wraps an arm around your thigh to pull it over his shoulder when you curl and wiggle against him- you can’t help it, it feels so good. Everything’s so sensitive, like your entire body’s been doused into hot water and you’re drowning— only difference is, you’re actively longing for more.

It’s better than any drink-induced daze, late night tussle with a stable boy. It’s even better than your own touch and mind, because he’s just so big and you’re so full, so hot. Your hips grind against his face when he sucks again, and his nose brushes your most sensitive area— and try not to let the water into your mouth when you yerk again. “Ah, ahg, Makoto-sama. I can’t- I can’t handle this much, please. Oh dear gods, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Ah-ughhh, f- ah, please -keep going.”

Your lower belly is wound so tight, and even the sound of his breathing against you feels good. You could melt into the floor with how much slick is coating your insides, dripping out of you around the suction on your cunt. And Makoto doesn’t have any intention of moving. Your mind aches— you want more. You want to wrap your entire body around him and come apart— as his large hands squeeze your thighs tight and wrap them around his head like he can’t get deep enough.

The sloppy, wet sounds of his face burying between your legs to stuff you full of tongue, licking and sucking at your sensitive pussy. It has your muscles so tight as you roll your hips against him, and you can’t stop shaking. “Oh, I’m g-gonna cum— I can’t! I can’t. It feels so- gud. Ah, ahh. What is happening?” When your fingers clench in his hair, he lets out a long, animalistic groan as he glances back up. Still his tongue isn’t fully inside you. “I can’t- Makoto, I can’t!” Even though he’s reaching further than fingers can, he’s still able to fold the deft black muscle over your clit and slot his lips around it to suck. Hard.

And your body can’t handle any more. While his heartbeat pulses through his tongue against your clit, everything goes white, your muscles clenching so hard it hurts. And your heart beats so hard it feels like it stops altogether. If you make any noise at all, you can’t hear yourself over the pounding in your head, rattling your body so hard that nothing except you and him exist. Your eyes are shut until you’re aware of how he grunts against you and pinpricks get too unbearable. But he doesn’t stop, lifting your body to his face and allowing you to ride out your orgasm against him for what feels like forever.

When you feel like you can hear yourself breathe again, you unwrap your legs from around his head. “I thought my heart was going to explode. If Hitsu knew…”

Your eyes are teary when they flutter open against the light, and the black abysses that stare back are barely narrowed slits. Dipping his gills into water briefly before getting up above you again, Makoto seems different. There’s something predatory that wasn’t there before. You can’t help but go quiet. As his hands drag your body down a few inches, you swallow. “Are you okay? Sorry. I feel like I should thank you— I haven’t come that hard, ever. I don’t know about yokai but I don’t think I could feel that good.” His muscular body covers most of the river from your view, but you find it almost too hard to look at him. You’re still hot; but your skin feels cold.

His fingers slide down along your side when he lets out a little groan. “Yokai don’t do this.” Then he goes to brush his face and mouth along your throat, and you shiver a little at the feeling. “So pretty. Warm. I like warm. Stay with me?” You let him grind himself on top of you and embrace him the best you can, only fitting around the narrow of his waist, but after just a second you yerk up. Makoto pulls his head back when he notices, and you get another brush against your slit that makes a cold shiver run up your spine. Where the slit sat before, a dick has emerged- and your mouth drops open a little. The thing is vaguely dick shaped, but has spurs at the base like an anchor, is more pointed at the tip; and it also pulses with each breath.

“Pretty warm body, good. Smell good too.”

You can’t help but swear when you avert your eyes, and instead wrap your arms back around his neck. “Oh, fuck.” Surely, this is where you’d draw the line. Right? But the touching of that against you doesn’t make your body react the way you think it should. The prodding along your inner thighs just leaves you feeling empty, like you’d like to start all over again. Makoto grunts out a little breath when your tits brush his chest, before staring down at you.

After a few seconds of studying your face, and probably the heat that’s flooding your features, he licks his lips. “Human men have… hm-”

“Yes,” you quickly say. He smacks his lips and grinds against you again. “They uhm- put it inside.” If the answer shocks him, he certainly doesn’t show it— looking like he’s barely holding back from crashing his face back to yours and turning you over to fuck you like the begging whore you feel like. The longer he just keeps his solid body against yours, the harder it is to ignore yourself getting wet again against the pulsing of his cock. The purring, clicking noise coming from him feels nice, and you pull at him. “You’re not done yet, right? I can do more.”

You angle your hips a little, and try not to sound so desperate when looking up at him for a kiss. “Please- put it inside me. I- I want to feel you.” Your hands slide over the rougher scales down between you two to reach for him, and hesitate a little when his cock is heavy and covered in some sort of slime; and it seems to follow your touch. But you’re too far past embarrassment to truly care, and Makoto groans when you wrap your fingers around him to squeeze softly. “I need you.” You really don’t know what’s wrong with you. You feel like your body’s being torn apart. You want to be filled, fucked full of him, and get pumped round of his kids— all things that you shouldn’t be thinking about. You didn’t with any men you’ve been with. You can’t.

Even though you know you’re being ludicrous, when he goes in for a kiss, you cling onto him hard; digging your nails into his back. You don’t even know if he could fit. His cock is proportionate to him- but it’s big and long and girthy enough to put any man to shame. You should care. You should care that you could regret being filled up to your breaking point, but you’re just so, so desperate. You might die if he doesn’t fuck you. You can feel it. “Please, please, please—”

—You slide a few feet across the floor, angry thrashing scaring you up into a flounder as you breathe in deeply. Makoto’s dragged off of you and down before you can even blink, water splashing everywhere; and you struggle back to the riverbank with wide eyes. Now you’re no longer side by side with another person- no, creature- you suddenly feel the entire ache of the cold water. The shortness of breath, the numbness of your lips and hands and feet. You feel the painful sting of your back where you’ve been sliced by a dozen sharp rocks, struggling to keep your head above water. And you feel the soreness between your legs of having been filled by something too big.

When you get over the pure shock, you notice the struggling has stopped, and you notice your creature’s golden shape next to someone else. They glitter and glint even in the low light of the afternoon, and you furrow your brows. The second shape only gets clearer when the light shines through the water and colors the flickers a blinding maroon. Your tongue feels cold.

Your arms wrap over your chest and cover up the best you can when Makoto surfaces again and gives you a kind smile, but you take a slight step back. His long, pale lashes flutter when he reaches out a hand. “Sorry. Rin don’t want to bleed you.” Your back and your painful scrapes are the lesser of your worries though. Whatever spell you were under, you’ve been snapped out of. You feel entirely strange- enough to have hot tears welling up along your waterline. What the hell have you been dragged into? You were going to… do things with some monster you didn’t know existed until today. Your brain screams and pounds, and your stomach is entirely flipped. But the brunet softly continues. “He don’t like I take you. Can you come here?”

“No.” Your hair now sticks to your neck and chest, and every second you’re out of the water, is one where the feeling comes back to your limbs. Your arms are so heavy as you keep them up. “There’s more of you?” You don’t know what you expected, really. Maybe you should have known. Maybe you should have questioned. But how could you have truly known?

“Yes.” he answers after a beat, and swims up a little closer with a frightening ease. “Shhh, okay. He will come. You stay.” You try to tell him not to, but he dips below the water surface before you get the chance to ask him not to, splashing water all over as he does— and you don’t know what else to do but to stare at the small bubbles that pop as peach blossoms wash over your feet. Before too long, the reddish shape surfaces alongside Makoto. He lingers in the deep of the river however; fiery eyes zeroing in on you without blinking at all. He stays submerged from the nose down, and you can’t help but feel too watched. 

Your heartbeat doesn’t calm when the brunet swims up closer, and you take a little breath. “Who’s that?”

“Rin,” Makoto softly, sweetly answers, as if he was expecting the question all along. He smiles wide like a saint, and you have to ignore the voice in the back of your head that tells you to get back in the water. His hand reaches out though, and you almost want to. Almost. Your arms and back break out in goosebumps. Then Makoto looks back at the other yokai, and gives you a smiley once-over. It takes you a little too long to recognize something else that plays over his features though. A strange sort of knowing, like he’s seeing right through you. “You Rin’s mate.”

You don’t know why you don’t get up and run.

“Come back in?”

Only that the voice in the back of your head gets more unbearable. You wrap your hands over your ears, and try to hang on.

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[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: When Makoto walks through the front door, you can see the dark circles that plagued his eyes; the poor boy has been through a lot as he plans for his new future. You just had to make sure he relaxes tonight– with the caress of your tongue.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, slight dom!reader, tired!makoto, blowjob, cum swallowing, slight face fucking, de-stressing, praises, pleading & whimpering, cuddling, makoto's tired from work and you had to convince him to relax, spoilers for thh/sdr2 chapter 6 (just where makoto works, nothing else is mentioned that's canon to danganronpa's plot after that)

a/n: ahhh, i love this cutie patootie! he deserves everything in the world. wc: 600ish. v-day list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“Relax for me.” You instructed, taking in the sight of his suit trousers hugging his thighs. You laid your head down against it, looking up at Makoto through your eyelashes and he gave you a small smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“Y/N, you really don’t have to do this…” Makoto assured with tired eyes, mindlessly playing with the ends of your hair as it splayed down his leg. You knew the Future Foundation worked him ragged, the long work days dragging him down to the point where it was almost impossible to take care of him; he’d be asleep the first chance he got and all you wanted to do was show him how grateful you were that he held the both of you up. Your boyfriend did so much for you, practically goes out of his way everyday to make the world a better place, and all you wanted to do was show your thanks– if he would let you.

Makoto’s eyes were focused on your mouth though this time and you knew his refusal wouldn’t last long, not with you swiping your fingers towards the button of his trousers. You felt him up with a coy smile, the thick outline already prominent and heavy against the inner seam and you chuckled softly as a quiet gasp escaped him. His cheeks had already flushed a dull pink and his jaw had fallen slack as you took his cock out of its confines.

“Makoto, honey… Let me take care of you for once.” You let the words drip like honey as you took him into your mouth, running your tongue along the shaft of it. Above you, Makoto was already a writhing mess; his eyes squeezed shut and soft whines left his mouth in a hurry. His fingers threaded into your hair even more and he pulled at it slightly, unaware that his hips had already started to move on their own accord. You accommodated the extra movement, hollowing your cheeks around him and sucking him down and you earned a choked whimper from him. 

“Thank you…” Makoto breathed out as you deep throated him, his other hand resting against the plush of the bed as he leaned back slightly. Saliva dribbled from the corners of your mouth as you worked him over and you could feel his thighs trembling from the sensation, needy whimpers falling from his lips now. They raised in pitch as you started to pump his base, slow and sensual and you suckled at the tip of his cock, slathering your saliva down his cock with a faint squelch.

He was a fucking wreck, gasping for air as you played with the sensitive area against the underside of his cock, your tongue pressing at it. “Please, Y/N… need to cum…” 

You hummed happily around him and his cock twitched in your mouth, thrusting deep as he came down your throat with a high drawn out moan. You swallowed the spurts of cum that hit your tongue then pulled off steadily, glancing up at Makoto as you redressed him. “Better?” 

“Mhm…” He had fallen back against the bed with a quiet noise, his breath still heavy and you silently cooed at him; he was so perfect to you. You climbed on top of him, pressing a loving kiss against his lips and he brought his one hand to your cheek. “Let’s get ready for bed, Y/N.” 

“We have all the time in the world, my love. Here.” You rolled off of him and patted your side which he took as an opening to lay against you. Makoto snuggled his head into the crevice of your arm, flush against your head and planted a tiny kiss against your collarbone. 

Yeah, he could wait a while before moving… in between your arms that captured him whole.

#𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 ꨄ #𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 ☾ #danganronpa smut #danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa x you #danganronpa x reader #makoto naegi x reader #makoto naegi x you #makoto naegi x y/n #makoto naegi smut #makoto naegi #naegi makoto #makoto x reader #fem reader #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

[seijaka]

Could you do a nsfw scenario for hanamiya in which he is tutoring you (I currently have hanamiya and akashi tutor brainrot stuck in my head)

thank you for the request! i'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted, since the request was somewhat vague, i kinda just did whatever lol. feel free to send another request if this isn't what you had envisioned :-) sorry it's kinda short lol

that magic touch

feat. tutor! boyfriend! HANAMIYA MAKOTO  word count. 1,065

warnings. NSFW content, afab gn! reader, reader wears a skirt, plot at the beginning is kinda rushed lol sorry, maybe OOC hanamiya, use of pet names ("pretty" "baby"), thigh-riding, fingering, light overstimulation, no actual sex, dacryphilia, slight manhandling, not proofread.

Convincing Hanamiya isn't a simple task, getting him to tutor you felt like trying to push a boulder up a mountain. He never went easy on you, even if you were his S/O. That made him even harder on you.

You sat next to him with a textbook in your lap, and papers sprawled around you both. He'd been helping you for close to an hour now, and you still didn't get a bit of what he was explaining to you. You could feel yourself getting frustrated, and that didn't go unnoticed by Hanamiya. He watched you as he continued to explain the topic, watching your brows furrow. His heavy sigh caused your head to turn over to him.

"What is it that you don't understand? This shouldn't be that difficult" he questioned you. You looked away, embarrassed that he knew you were having trouble already. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's confusing you." he continued, "You do want to pass, don't you?"

You fidgeted with your fingers "I do! I just.. I just don't understand what any of this means..." you mumbled at the end, not wanting to annoy Hanamiya. You could feel his gaze, the silence starting to worry you.

He sighed again and pulled you closer to him by your waist, bringing the textbook over. He began explaining once again, starting from the top and going more in detail. Maybe it was his arm around your waist, or the closeness of his face that caused you to become distracted and made you dizzy, but either way, you were no longer paying attention to the words coming out of your boyfriend's mouth. You hadn't realized he had asked you a question until he had repeated your name.

"What's got you so distracted, hm?" He knew the reason, but nothing was more fun than dragging the answer out of you. You could feel the warmth growing in your cheeks, unable to form a coherent sentence when he looks down at you with his signature smirk. The smile that makes your knees wobble and your heart pound. You amused Hanamiya, to put it simply. Reacting so easily to his touches and words. Putting the textbook to the side, he pulled you into his lap so that you were facing him.

"What's on your mind pretty?" he asked, gripping your hips. You grab onto his shirt, and your eyes darted away, too embarrassed to even face him. His hands dipped under your top, moving up to grasp your breast. A shiver runs down your spine, and a small gasp escapes your lips in surprise.

"C'mon, tell me" he teases, kneading at your chest. You only whine softly in response, and meet his gaze. His smirk grows, taking his hands out from under your shirt to pull you into a kiss. The intensity causes you to melt into it, your mind going blank, and your hands moving onto his shoulders. His hand sternly grips the back of your head, deepening the kiss even more. Your tongues swirl together, and small mewls escape from your throat in the process. Hanamiya pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips

"You're drooling baby" his voice is low and alluring, causing the heat to grow in between your thighs. His thumb glides against your cheek, before coming down to wipe away the spit under your lip. You whimper quietly, moving your hips slightly in hopes that he would get the hint. He only grins in response, knowing exactly what you want, but he won't give it to you that easily.

He pulls your body to sit atop his thigh, pushing you against it. "If you want it so bad you gotta work for it" he purred, rocking you against his leg. Your thighs clench around his own, starting to slowly move your hips and setting a slow pace. His grip never lightens as he watches you get off just from his leg, his smirk growing at the second. Your mind becomes foggy as your pace speeds up, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

You aren't processing anything your boyfriend is saying, all words falling deaf to your ears, only being able to focus on your only release, the knot in your stomach growing. Hanamiya knows you're close, he can tell by the way your thighs clench and the shakiness of your hands that are holding onto him. His leg bounced lightly along with the pace you set, tipping you over to your release, making a mess on his pants.

Your attempt to get off his leg was short-lived as he pulled you back onto his thigh. His hand sneaks under your skirt, feeling your slick through your panties. Hanamiya hummed "You'll give me another one, won't you?" he glanced at you, his eyes half-lidded and full of lust. He doesn't wait for your answer before pushing your panties to the side.

One of his hands squeezes your thigh and the other drags along your slit. Your mewls and moans, begging him to touch you, only make his pants feel tighter. "You gotta tell me what ya want it, Y/N" he whispers into your ear, the warmth of his breath hitting your next, making you shiver.

"Please.." you whine, tears threatening to spill from your eyes "Wan' your fingers...!" before you can continue, he pushes his thick digits into your dripping cunt.

Tears fall from your eyes, the pleasure being too much. Your body still being weak from your last orgasm, nails digging into his shoulder blades. He chuckles at your tear-stained face "Crying already? C'mon, we've just started" you mumble out a string of apologies in response, trying to keep yourself steady as your boyfriend stretches you open with his fingers.

"Gonna cum again? Go on, cum all over my fingers" he encourages you "Make a mess" is all you needed to hear for your second orgasm to hit you, arching into him while tears spill down your cheeks. Hanamiya's fingers work you through it, with small circles on your clit. Thighs trembling around him, his name being sung from your throat, the only thing you are able to think about is him.

Pulling his fingers out of you, and putting your panties back into place, he grabs the textbook that was thrown to the side.

"Let's continue the lesson, hm?"

#hanamiya makoto #knb #knb smut #kuroko no basket #knb x reader #hanamiya makoto x reader

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Down bad for this one today. He always kinda skeeved me out when he was a teenager but seeing him all grown up I was like, damn son. Come Netflix and chill with me. This is so much longer than I intended it to be, not sorry? But thank you for reading it! I really appreciate everyone taking the time to read my stuff and reblogging it if you do that, too! It would have been much shorter if I had been able to just sit down and not be called away from it 12.9 times. But it is what it is. Enjoy!!

*also: art by @/iluvluvnutella // permission for use was posted*

*also also: I purposely used a pic of Makoto as an ADULT. Yeah, I'm well aware the pic in the back is when he was a teenager. NONE of these HC's are about him when he was a teenager.

C/W ::: MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE.

〽️ Is very sweet.

〽️ Takes you out for ice cream (or whatever) once a week on your agreed upon date night.

〽️ Knows your favorite flower and will bring you one whenever he passes by them.

〽️ Likes to be touching you almost all the time when you're walking around town/shopping.

〽️ Isn't possessive or anything like that, but loves you so much that it's become second nature to him at this point to always have some part of him against some part of you.

〽️ Knows your favorite perfume (and your favorite cologne on him - he wears it because he knows how much it drives you crazy).

〽️ Likes the smell of your armpit.

〽️ Known to yank on his dick every opportunity he could.

〽️ Steals your panties (without your permission - but you still know about it and if it were anyone else, it would definitely bother you but it's your bf so whatevs.)

〽️ Has asked to be tied up more than once.

〽️ Suggests wax play quite often (but doesn't know your secret: he's almost convinced you to do it).

〽️ Has no preference whether or not he's on top or you are. Or in front or behind. Just loves to feel good with you.

〽️ Never really thought about anyone in particular while he jerked off (unless you count those women in magazines in itty bitty teeny weeny bikinis) until he met you. And as far as he's concerned, no one before you matters, anyway.

〽️ Likes to kiss you until you're a complete mess.

〽️ Is not above begging for you.

〽️ Wants you to tease him/edge him. (He's so pretty all sweaty and flustered, his skin flushed and bright pink cheeks, heavy, leaky cock.)

〽️ Will run his fingers all over your body and won't stop a second before you're whimpering and whining about how badly you need him to give you more.

〽️ Won't give you more until he's sure you'll cum just as fast as he does.

〽️ Has a pretty cock and knows it. (He's even admired it in all its glory.)

〽️ Is shaven because he likes how it feels and looks.

〽️ L-o-v-e-s sloppy blowjobs. Like, fluids all over the lower half of your face and upper chest.

〽️ Will make out with you after you're done (even if he doesn't cum, he'll still pull you up to kiss you).

〽️ Hopes you'll make out with him after he's done going down on you, too. (Not because he thinks it's "fair", but because he thinks it's hotter than hell.)

〽️ Sleeps nude.

〽️ Wakes up every morning with a raging boner.

〽️ Makes it well worth your while if you stayed over the night before.

〽️ Makes breakfast with organic and free-range animals because it "makes him sad" to think about their last moments on this planet being shitty. (Has been shut up by your counterargument about how they're last moments on this earth are being killed ... for food - how can they possibly NOT be shitty? And then you thank him for a delicious breakfast.)

〽️ Itadakimasu! (But with real food this time!)

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[ravenna222]

Weaving the web

Hanamiya Makoto x Fem!Reader

time skip: hanamiya and reader are in their late 20s; reader has a child

Warnings: smut, post-breakup, dacryphilia, heavy degradation, oral (f!recieving), threatening, edging, physical abuse (reader gets slapped in the face), toxic! hanamiya (lmao what were we expecting), emotional manipulation, reader is implied to have an abusive past, fluff if you squint

P.s. This is my first time writing smut, so the actual nsfw part might not be too satisfying, but I hope the storyline makes up for it, even tho it's kinda rushed

How long has it been? Hanamiya thinks back, reminiscing his relationship with you. It's been 3 years since he's seen you, and god this was not what he was expecting. You sitting by the seaside cradling a baby.

The breakup was messy, whenever you remember it a stench of nausea fills your guts. Makoto was never a nice man, you knew that from the start, everyone knew. From the first time you saw him in highschool you knew he was trouble, gliding down the halls with that unsettling smirk plastered on his face deciding who to taunter next. He waiting the day it was your turn, gosh he was like a flee, trying to mess up your relationships, tearing up your friendships. Yet nothing he ever did seemed to be enough to break you. You were intelligent, sure, he could give you that, but you were no where near his level; however that wit infuriated him to no end, dare he say you're wittier than him. Perhaps it was that that lured him in. He was so endowed into weaving his spider web that he had entangled himself in it. Hara would tease him about it during practise, how he always fixated on you, how out of everyone know one got on his nerves just as much as you did. Soon you both started talking more, less bickering, you were getting closer to eachother. Even if you weren't as intelligent as him, he found your shared conversations the most interesting. He was never bored around you. Sometimes he thinks that his intellect, as much as it is a gift, is his own damnation. School was too easy, apart from ruining basketball as a sport, tormenting people and playing darts nothing was fulfilling. Sure he's an avid reader, but he couldn't always read. With you he felt as if his brain found enough tranquility to switch off all the unending noise.

He remembers the moment you two had sex for the first time: you were both 3rd year students close to graduation, about to write a new chapter of life. You were together studying in the library, or at least supposed to study, when you decided to ditch the boring essay and go to his to play darts. You were surprised, not by the fact that he enjoyed throwing darts but by the fact he was willing to teach you. He was never patient with anyone. During that evening was a complete failure for you, guess the dart board wasn't on your side.

"Stupid, if you keep your arm in that stance you're never gonna hit the center, or the board for that matter."

"Yeah, well maybe if you actually decided to teach me and give me a few tips like you said earlier I wouldn't completely suck!"

"Ugh, you're such a pain you know? Whining all the time. Here, let me show you." Standing right behind you, a hand slip over your waist while his other grabbed your hand to change your position, he guided it to throw the dart.

"Huh, what a suprise, it landed on the board this time." Damn that sarcastic tone of his. If you could you'd throw him out of his own bedroom.

You stayed in that position for a few mere moments before he started kissing your neck, left hand making it un to your breast whilst the other slid down your torso.

You both will never forget that night, he was sure of it, nor will he ever forget the years you spent together in university. He was studying to become a lawyer, more specifically a criminal defence lawyer purely to piss people off. And to no one's suprise, he became a phenomenal one. Criminals from all of Japan, and some overseas, would come searching help from Hanamiya.

Maybe it was the work overload, maybe it was the fact that he refused to admit that it was too much, or perhaps fame. He became even more petty and angry towards everything. You understood it was bad when even his own mother told him to take some time off. But he wouldn't.

The night of the breakup was messy to say the least. "You're a masochist", "seems to me you enjoy the pain I give you."

Done you were, you told yourself, done. You swore to yourself that you'd never speak to him again. Not even holding a positive pregnancy test would make you crawl back to him for support. No, you'll get rid of this baby, you told yourself. But you didn't, you didn't find the courage to do so. You blamed it on the societal expectations of women, that every woman was destined to become a mother, the brainwashing of young girls letting go of their big dreams to settle down and bear children. Not that that automatically ment a big career was over, but it was hard. They made it hard. You didn't have family to turn to, Hanamiya knew that, he knew of your broken family and that's why he was so perplexed to see you by the seaside holding a damn baby in your arms.

Hanamiya chuckled as he watched the horror washed over your face. No, no, please, anyone but him.

"Hey love, longtime no see. Care to explain this nonsense?"

He didn't need an explanation, it was his, how could it not? He could tell by the baby's eyes, they were an exact resemblance of his.

"I don't need to explain anything to you, Hanamiya." You bark back. You said you were done with him, you swore it to yourself, yet here he is standing infront of you with that humouring glare.

Why the hell was he in Okinawa? Shouldn't he be in Tokyo working?

"Oh please Y/n, cut the formalities, it doesn't suit you. You know, I finally listened to ma, took that holiday, and look who we have here. I wondered where you had gone off to, couldn't reach you, didn't try really, but here you are."

God hates you, you're certain of it. God hates you more than he hates Hanamiya.

"This is a suprise, can't say a pleasant one tho."

He sat beside you, taking a closer look at the baby. It was a girl, a baby girl, he had a baby girl. Fuck, he almost couldn't bring himself to believe it. As much as he wanted to hate it he couldn't.

"If you're going to be a bother then leave. Ayame and I are trying to relax. Get your ass away from us."

Ayame huh.

As you were trying to woosh Makoto away Ayame opened her eyes, as her vision landed right onto Hanamiya she clapped her hands. Finally her Daddy's home.

Sometimes you hated Ayame's little brain, if there is one thing certain about her, it's that she inherited her father's high iq. She didn't need you to tell her who he was, one glance is all she needed, one glance, and she knew.

"Dada!" She started to wriggle uncontrollably tempting to get to Hanamiya. Dada Dada Dada, she repeatedly whispered. The one thing you feared happening is happening, and there was nothing you could do about it. Sure, you could run someplace Hanamiya wouldn't reach you, but his image would be engraved into Ayame forever. She would never forget him.

"C'mon, pass her to me." You're reluctant but you do as you're told.

Strange feelings pass over Hanamiya, he wasn't sure what to think of this other than the obvious: He's a father now.

As the sun set, you all went back to your place to have dinner. You agreed that he'd spend the night as he hadn't booked a hotel, or so he told you.

After dinner you put Ayame to sleep, now all that was left was to make a deal with the devil.

Hanamiya is sitting on your couch, watching you unamused as you sit next to him.

"You really expected that I'd have told you about her?"

No, he didn't.

"You're hilarious my dear, you would have saved yourself so much trouble if you just had the courage to pick up the phone."

He's infuriating, you just want to kick him out and leave him on the streets, oh how you'd love to, but you couldn't. You didn't want to.

"Fuck off Hanamiya."

"What did we say about formalities Y/n?"

"Alright, Makoto. You stay the night, but when I wake up I better not see you, otherwise I'll get a fucking restraining order."

"Baby please, I'm a lawyer. You couldn't win a case against me even if you tried. But what would Ayame think? Are you always this inconsiderate about her? As she grows older, what would she think of her lovely Mommy not letting her see her own sweet daddy, hmm? Think carefully Y/n."

"You bastard! How dare you-!"

Before you knew it he pinned you down on the couch under him, his knee between your thighs, rubbing at your core. Fuck, this wasn't supposed to turn you on the way it did, well... fuck him for knowing you too well.

"Not gonna lie, I did miss this."

"Fuck you. Get off me you bastard!"

"Quit the tongue Y/n, it doesn't suit you."

And with that his lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss, all the passion that was sealed throughout the 3 years of not being together bubbled up to the surface. You hated yourself for this. You never wanted to see him again but here you are under him, putty in his hands like you always were. Nothing has changed.

"Quit the lies too, if you didn't want me here tonight, you wouldn't have offered me to stay here, we both know I earn enough money for a decent hotel. You want this, tell yourself all of the above, but you can't deny it, you can't deny me anymore sweetheart, you're not getting rid of me any time soon."

You start to panic, it was true, once he entered your apartment you knew what was going to happen. Pathetically lying to yourself isn't going to make it better.

Slyly he unclips your bra and slides his hands under your shirt, clasping your left breast. He curses to himself, he missed this a bit too much. He tries to convince himself, and you for the sake of his arrogance, that he just missed the sex, but you knew otherwise.

He proceeds to pull your shirt over your head and take off your jeans, leaving you bare only for his eyes to see. Trying to hide yourself by grabbing the closest blanket, you feel a sting on your left cheek. "Nah-ah, you're not getting all shy on me now stupid girl" his whisper sends a chill down your spine,"where'd all that fight go, hmm?" Ending with a lick on your ear he turns to your neck. You knew by the end of this you'll be all bruised up, covered in hickeys. Worry hits you, what if Ayame sees the marks? But it doesn't matter, you like it this way anyway, you like it when it hurts.

"Ah!" He bites down nearly drawing blood. Makoto has always been sadistic, he once told you he started rough play when he was 12, always laughing at the pain of others, you're no exempt. On the contrary, you're his prime victim, your pain tastes like honey to him, sweeter than any he's tasted. As he sucks on your neck his left hand finds its way to your panties, white ones huh, when did you become so pure?

He starts circling your clothed clit slowly it almost hurts. His lips leave your now ruined neck and make their way back to your mouth. You groan into the kiss as he smirks.

"More more Makoto, 'want more!" He lets out a scornful laugh whilst kissing your abdomen. You sound like a bratty child throwing a tantrum, and you know what happens to brats? They need to be disciplined.

"So impatient and we're just getting started, ah~ , how did I find myself such a slutty brat?" You want to protest, but soon you feel a hot breathe graze your damped panties. Hanamiya moves your them aside and gives your clit a quick lick and a delicate suck that makes your legs wriggle in delite. Oh how sweet you can be, forgetting the sour nature of Hanamiya Makoto. Nearly instantly you can feel your panties covering you clit.

"Fuck-ah!-" A slap lands on your pussy, "watch your mouth" he warns you. Ah! Another slap and Makoto wastes no time to dive in and smell the wet heat of your core. He begins to lick your clothed pussy. It's not enough, it's definitely not enough, but when is it ever enough for you. Finally after a few whiny moans he slips you panties off, feeling a tongue beginning to lap around your folds. There was no questioning Hanamiya's oral performance, his silver tongue is able to give you high after high when he's generous.

"Ahh~, Ma-uh~, M-makoto hmm!" You manage to blurt out, hearing the slurps turns you on more and more. You can sense a knot forming inside. Hanamiya grins, he knows your body dangerously well, he's well aware of your upcoming climax. He starts to tongue fuck you as his right hand reaches your chin and plunges two fingers into your mouth making you gag.

"Mm-mmh!" The gagged moans were his favourite, fuck they were so slutty to him. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and puts his index inside you.

"Cummin' m'koto" you slur out. A few seconds pass, but when you finally are going to release all motions stop, he pulls out his finger and slaps your pussy again. You cry out, how could he deny you?

"I don't think you deserve it. You know you've been such a whiny bitch to me, you don't even deserved to be touched you stupid slut." Another sting, but this time on your right plush cheek. "I find out you had my child and you didn't fucking bother to tell me!" Another slap, this time right across your face.

" I'm sorry I'm sorry! I- I-" tears threaten to fall. You do feel guilty, you kept the father of your child out of her life. Maybe for a good reason? But you can't reason, not when Makoto rams 3 fingers into your aching cunt catching you of guard.

"And you were planning on never telling me, you know you'd be the reason she would have felt empty, pain, asking you where her daddy is? When he doesn't even know she fuckin' exists! You stupid whore, you're a terrible mother."

Hot tears stain your face, this is why you left him, but you can't seem to think straight at the moment, not when you're about to cum all over his fingers.

"C'mon mommy", he taunts, "cum on daddy's fingers." His voice, that's all you need to reach your climax.

Suddenly he flips you over, one foot on the floor for support and the other firm on the side of the couch to reach in deep enough.

"You really thought you could get away with this? You're fucking delusional. Sooner or later I was gonna find you, track you down. I have connections, the ones that wouldn't mind beating up a few dozen people to find a stupid fucking slut. And here you are, safe and sound in Okinawa, and look! I found you! Maybe destiny is real." He knows it's the insanity talking for him. Destiny, fate, none of that shit exists. He was going to find you eventually nonetheless, it was only a matter of time. He's a criminal defence lawyer for fucks sakes, he's made friends here and there who'd gladly repay him with a favor if he'd ask faster than a blink of an eye. Realistically, he doesn't think he would've done such a thing. Or maybe, who knows. But there is something everyone knows, you know it too well: Hanamiya's unpredictable.

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[mintys-musings]

Game Night (Makoto Yuuki x Fem!Reader)

inspired by a classic scenario + a not-so-recent bug in a popular game i keep needing to update but never do

Summary: Whenever your boyfriend plays games, you’re always there to support him 💚

Tags: cockwarming, does this count as public if it’s game chat?— either way gamer sex /hj, edging? kinda

Word Count: 1100

NSFW under cut~

Makoto was never one to turn down your affection, even when he was busy. In his mind, just being around you healed any weariness from his day that latched onto him. It was normal to have you settled in his lap while he played video games, occasionally pressing a kiss to the crown of your head or squeezing you affectionately to alleviate any rage. Your very being was soothing to the very skittish idol.

Right now was the only exception to that.

His jaw tensed as you teasingly wiggled on his lap. This was the most silent Makoto has been all game. He hasn’t even once spoken in the in-game voice chat like he normally does when he duos with Jun. Luckily, his friend wasn’t feeling like talking anyway either.

Pants and boxers shoved partially down his thighs, his dick was shoved comfortably in you as soon as he gave the okay. That was a couple matches ago and he couldn’t possibly fathom why he had said yes to this idea. His aim was entirely off and every time you shifted, he would let out a small whimper. You were facing him just to make it easier to ride him if you wanted.

“You’re sweating, babe~” You purred.

“I-It’s not like I can help it...” He grumbled in response.

Being the amazing partner you were, you tried to “calm” him down by planting kisses along his jaw and down to his collarbone. You could feel him swallow a little as you did so. His breath hitched when you grazed your teeth along his skin only to turn into a yelp when he gets blasted by somebody’s ult.

“You doing okay, Yuuki-san?”

Jun’s voice was faint from you position on his lap, but you could still hear it leaking through Makoto’s headphones.

“Eh?! I-I’m fine. Just died. Has my mic been on this whole time?!” Makoto panics clear as day as he speaks.

“No. Just heard you right now. Hot mic. I guess.”

You cover your mouth to suppress a laugh as your boyfriend tries to solve the issue.

“Okay... Now it should be muted.”

“Nope~”

“Augh!”

“Today just isn’t the day, huh?” Jun chuckles, “You’re normally really good at this game. What happened?”

“I’m just a little out of it—“

“Ayo, sorry. I might need a heal soon.” Another person in the team called out. “I’m defending right now and they’re sweaty.”

Jun cursed and, in the reflection in Makoto’s glasses, you saw Jun’s character dash away.

Makoto breathed out hard, muting himself— or at least he hoped— and moving the mic on his headset away from his mouth a little. He was sweating bullets as he continued on playing, trying to ignore how you purposefully clenched around him once the attention was away.

You didn’t want to humiliate him in front of others. Not completely, at least. You just thought the way he death stares down the monitor and presses his lips into a line was too attractive. You couldn’t keep to yourself whenever you saw it. Your hips raised, feeling the drag of his cock inside of you. Your chest was pressed against his in a way that you could feel how rapidly he was breathing.

“Babe...” He mumbled quietly, resting his chin on top of yours. “N-not now—“

His words were once again cut off by another whiny sound when you pushed your hips back down.

You heard his teammates ask how he’s doing and he let out the most pathetic excuse of a “Fine.” you’ve ever heard.

You simply covered his mouth and continued to ride him. Tantalizingly slow, you made sure to roll your hips and really push yourself onto his lap whenever you went down. Your eyes scanned over his flushed face, noting how his eyes were watering a little. He was trying not to close them out of pleasure. His eyes were practically black with how wide his pupils were as he stared at you.

Makoto slid down the chair a little, dick throbbing in your tight cunt. It made it all the more easier for his own hips to snap up and meet your bounces. Even with your hand covering his mouth, he was still letting out small noises. Having been in this position for a while, you both needed release. You started to pick up the pace, tipping your head back in pleasure and moving one hand down to play with your clit.

He didn’t have the mind to pay attention to the game all too well when he had you debauching yourself on top of him like this. He was purposefully throwing the match at this point so that in the few seconds it took to respawn, he could grab onto your hips and rut into you feverishly. He was growling, whining. You took a moment to lean in with a lascivious grin.

“Shhh... Do you want to get caught~?”

Your voice was quiet, but you were moving just as desperately as you neared your release.

As your bring your hips to smack back onto his lap, he groans. Loud. It was a miracle it coincided with him dying in game.

“You’ll get him next match, Yuuki-san,” Jun said over the mic.

Both you and Makoto’s eyes both widen as the realization hit that the mic issue hadn’t been fixed.

He scrambled, holding you down onto his lap so all you could do was grind needily against him. It wasn’t enough to send you over the edge. You needed to come, and so did he. But Makoto wasn’t going to let either of you get what you want just yet.

He pulled the mic on his headset closer as he eyed you down. His glasses were askew and his golden hair was tousled nicely. “Yeah. About that. I think I’m going to head off for tonight though.”

Thank the stars idols needed to learn breath control to sing while dancing like they do.

“Ah? Alright. I should probably go too. Good game everyone.”

Jun and everyone else said their goodbyes as Makoto exited out of the game as quickly as possible.

With a strength both of you didn’t realize he possessed, he lifted you onto his desk. The dim light of the monitor was the only thing illuminating his face. A stern look spread across it as he pinned down your wrists.

“You’re no fair, babe.” He huffed, slowly pulling out all the way before slamming himself back in.

You pulled him in for a kiss and a wink. “Never said I was. Now make me come, baby~”

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[elvenxwarrior]

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[sucrows]

MAKOTO YUUKI + Dry Humping (478 Words)

Drabble Cont: GN Reader, No penetration, Dry humping, Biting, Coming in Pants Implied: Dom Reader

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

Things are much warmer in a closet with two people than out in the winter air. 

You press your leg in between Makoto’s thighs, and he makes a pathetic little whimper into the dark. It’s immediate that he begins rutting against it. You bring your hands up to his face and you can just feel the blush spreading all across it. 

“Are- Are you sure we should be doing this...?” 

He whispers at you in concern, but he still can’t help himself from moving against your knee.  

“It’ll be fine, trust me.” 

You lean in close when you respond, and his face gets warmer. Right up against his ear, you nibble the lobe and blow into his ear. He shivers at the sensation. 

“You’ll love this...” 

You push your whole body up against Makoto’s and bring your face lower to his neck, gently mouthing all the way down. He freezes when you reach the side of his neck and instinctively bares it for you. You smile against his skin and nip him. 

A pathetic little whimper leaves him and he gives a rough, stuttering thrust against you. Your smile grows wider and your trace your mouthing along his neck, going to the other side of it. Crossing over his windpipe, you can hear the faint whimpering of a restrained moan. He’s trying so hard to hold it in, it would be a shame if you were to... 

“Hh- Ah!” 

You bite down on the other side of his neck and shove your leg up further. He cries are sinfully loud in the still closet air and you can feel the rumbles of them leaving his throat from where you’re pressed up against it. 

You excitedly prepare yourself to go lower, to finally reach your hand into his pants when he speaks up frantically. 

“Ahh-! W-wait, please...! I...” 

You pull back and wait for it to respond then it hits you. Right where your leg meets his crotch, it's a lot damper than before. 

He looks away in embarrassment and his flush practically has him burning up. Oh, how you wish there were a light in this closet... you’d be able to see his flustered face, him pathetically humping your leg, the growing patch of liquid where he’s cum in his own pants... Oh how badly you wish. 

“I’m sorry-! I didn’t mean to... cum...” 

He sounds like he wants to die inside but damn will you being doing it first if you don’t get to jump on him on a proper bed. You pull back and shed one of your layers to hand to him. 

“... I want you, now. Take my jacket and take me to your room.” 

He flinches at how bold you are and after a moments pause, frantically snatches your jacket and ties it around his waist. 

Oh, you’re going to have so much fun with this boy... 

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[sakumasmut]

Day 1 of Enstars x Reader NSFW month

call me the torchbearer the way I’m posting this at midnight just so that I can be the first fic for the event. starting off with bunny makoto for his bday gift, cheers to the event kick off!

Bunnyboy!Makoto Yuuki x Transmasc!Afab!Reader

tags/warnings: degradation, handjobs, breeding, vaginal sex, creampie

ao3

“Dammit!”

You cursed as you slammed your fist on the door, trying to turn the knob even though you knew it wouldn’t budge an inch. All you wanted to do was find some files from the dusty storage room in school, but your luck was apparently so terrible that not only did your search turn up nothing of value, but when you tried to leave the room, the door lock had somehow jammed. To top it all off, you just HAD to forget to bring your phone, which meant you were stuck in here with Makoto, who was unfortunately kind enough to bring you here in the first place. His presence was the only saving grace, even if he was being more awkward around you than you thought normal of the kind boy.

You turned to look at Makoto, who had huddled himself into a curled up ball by some bookshelves. His long, golden yellow bunny ears drooped down over his arms, his head buried into them. He had completely clammed up after you both realized the door was stuck, rather than freaking out like you did. Maybe he was claustrophobic?

“Sorry Makoto, I probably shouldn’t have asked you to come with me.” You sighed, feeling more than a bit guilty. “We might be stuck here for a bit. Do you have your phone on you?”

He didn’t seem to hear you, or wasn’t acknowledging it.

“Hey, are you okay?” You called out to him again, a bit louder than before. “You shouldn’t stay there, you might inhale something weird.”

Makoto jolted up in surprise this time, his ears perking up as he looked at you. The lower half of his face remained partially obscured by his folded arms, seemingly on purpose.

“Ah, I’m fine.” He mumbled out, barely audible. “W-What did you ask?”

You raised an eyebrow at his continuing odd behavior.

“I asked if you had your phone to call for help.”

“U-Um, yeah, it’s in my pocket—“

“Great! Then what are we waiting for?” You sighed in relief, taking a step towards him.

“W-Wait, don’t get so near!”

He threw his arms out and shifted his body away from you, moving his legs away from his chest to try and shuffle into the dark. That was when you spotted the tent in his pants, accompanied by wide eyes and a flushed face.

“Woah. Um…”

“Ah, t-this is so embarrassing!” His face turned completely red, not noticing your own blush while trying to avoid your eyes from meeting. “I-It’s just that time of the year for me, and you smell…really good.” He buried his face into his hands. “….and fertile.”

Well, now you knew why he was acting weird. You hadn’t really bothered to keep track of your own cycle, so it was a bit surprising that Makoto not only knew you were ovulating, but also deduced it solely from how strong his sense of smell was. That would explain why he was acting weird even before you entered the room together. Even though he was acting beyond ashamed of his bunny instincts, you surprisingly didn’t mind that he was turned on. It was kind of a compliment, and natural for hybrids to want a mate, right? And he still looked extremely cute like this, maybe you could have some fun.

“Man, you’re hard just from my scent?”

You approached with a mischievous smirk, backing him into the corner he was huddled in. The gears in your head were turning, and the horny part of your brain was in full control.

“I’m sorry! L-Let’s just call for help and—”

You shushed him with a finger to his lips.

“You’re such a pathetic little bunny, aren’t you?”

Makoto squeaked, face turning even redder as you kneeled in front of him, keeping his focus on you. Your fingers trailed down towards his crotch, unzipping his pants as he stammered in weak protest.

“W-Wait! What are you—”

“You must not have someone to go home to, huh?” you mocked, “No one to satisfy your urges?”

Makoto tried to look away shamefully, but you pushed on his nose to force his head down. He watched as you pulled his pants down, far enough that you could see where his erection poked out from beneath the wet patch on his underwear.

“We could call for help, but then you’d just go home and hump thin air while moaning my name. Pretending that you’re cumming inside me instead of all over your sheets.” you continued to taunt him, “Am I wrong?”

“I…”

“Or,” you interrupted him, hooking the garter of his underwear on your finger. “we stay a little longer and I give you the real thing.”

You tugged his boxers down, and his erection sprang out. His cock was already twitching and leaking precum, making you wonder how he hid his arousal before this. Your hand grasped his length, making him shiver just from the small touch. It fit perfectly in your hands, not too girthy but still nice to hold. You smeared some of the cum leaking from the tip over his skin with your thumb as you began to pump his shaft up and down.

“H-hah! Ah~” Makoto couldn’t control his voice at all, letting out loud squeals of pleasure and embarrassment.

“Mm, you like that, huh?” You teased him as he tried to form words. He found himself pushing his back against the bookshelves while simultaneously lifting his hips up to try and push his cock towards your hands, as if his body couldn’t decide if he wanted to run away or lean into your touch.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You cooed, pumping your hand faster. “Relax, I’ll take care of you.”

You could see his ears pointing straight up from the attention, his shoulders easing up as his body accepted the pleasure. He still looked nervous, but you spotted desire in his eyes as they stared at the way your hand stroked the base of his cock while the other fondled his balls.

“H-Hah~ /name/, I-I’m g-going to—” he gave only a few seconds' warning before ropes of cum shot out wildly from the tip, landing all over your clothes and hands.

Makoto panted loudly, recovering from his climax as his still erect cock twitched in need. You stood up, looking down on him with a triumphant expression as you licked some of his cum from your fingers. Salty.

“Still hard? Aren’t you one needy whore.” You smiled, beginning to unzip your own pants. You tossed them aside, along with your underwear, before kneeling back down to press a palm against his chest. His heart was beating so fast you could feel it thumping against his ribs. You straddled his hips, aligning his cock with your entrance.

“Beg me for it.” You tilted his chin up to face you. Makoto looked you in the eyes, the pleasure clouding them making them seem darker than usual. “I know you want to.”

“…P-Please.” He squeaked out. “Let me be inside you.”

“What was that? Speak louder, bunny.”

“I want to breed you!” His body shook, desperation in his voice. “I want to mate with you so badly, please!”

You smirked as you sank your hips down onto him, engulfing his entire cock in your warmth all in one go. Makoto moaned as your soft walls squeezed his member, mind going blank in pleasure.

“Hey, don’t go cumming so quickly.” You cupped his cheek. “At least last a few minutes.”

You leaned in to press your lips against his, and he clumsily returned the kiss as you began to move. Makoto’s hands found your hips and helped guide them back onto his cock whenever you pulled away, nails gripping into your skin so hard that they were sure to leave marks. You bounced up and down on his cock as his moans and gasps were muffled against your own. It was only when you had to pull away for air that his voice echoed throughout the room, immediately silenced once you dove back in for more. His balls slapped against your ass each time he bottomed out, making you bite back moans of your own.

“You feel so good!” He cried out, drool escaping from the corners of his mouth. You slid your tongue in and he whined, pushing his tongue against yours as his hips bucked up wildly.

“C-Close!” Makoto moaned after pulling away, his hands gripping your ass tightly.

“H-Hold it a bit longer. Let’s do it together!”

You grabbed his ears, tugging them forward to smoosh his face against your chest as he came, spilling his seed into you. You let out a moan as you reached your own high, sinking your hips as low as you could. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, milking the seed out of him as it continued to come out in spurts.

You let out a contented sigh, scratching his ears affectionately while you waited for your high to go down. It was too bad he couldn’t plug you up properly, his cum escaping all too easily onto his clothes and the floor. Still, you were happy with the turn of events, getting locked up in this dusty room might’ve been worth it. His warm breath against your skin began to even out, and you decided it was time to clean up.

“This was nice.” You giggled, pulling your arms away and getting ready to stand up.

“D-Don’t go!”

You yelped as he unexpectedly pushed you backwards onto the floor with a loud thud. Your thighs were pressed up flat next to your chest as Makoto heaved, eyeing you up lustfully.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it…you’re the perfect mate for me.”

You gasped as he slotted himself back inside your cunt, the squelch of his cum being pushed back inside you barely audible behind your moan.

“M-Makoto?”

“You’re so handsome.” He nuzzled his face into your neck. “I hope our bunnies take after you.” He whispered against your ear before nipping at it.

Oh how easily the tables turned. You felt your entire body turn into putty as you flushed up at his words, heart rate quickening. You had already surrendered to your mate.

“Hah, you’ll have to put them in me first. Stuff me full of your litter.”

Makoto leaned down to give you a deep kiss, your muffled moans filling the air as he began to sloppily thrust into you. If you did end up having bunnies with him…well, you could figure that out once the high of getting stuffed full of his seed wore off.

#enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader smut #makoto yuuki smut #esxreadernsfwmonth2023 #nsft es!!

[gummy-bearz]

begging u for a makoto x dom fem reader /nf

NSFW

Makoto Naegi X Dom!Fem Reader Oneshot

HELL YEAH NOW TJATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!! I FUCKING LOVE MAKOTO HES SO MALEWIFE BARK BADK BARK BARK WOOOF WOOOF J KEED HIM SO BAD

ps: thanks for the request pookie!

- mod hiyoko

- You pin Makoto onto the bed with a shit-eating grin on your face, noticing his submission. His eyes widened as he feels pinned down, but there is no resistance or fear in his body.

- Instead, Makoto looks up at you with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. His cheeks flush pink as he tries to hide his arousal, biting his lower lip nervously.

- You moved your face closer to his, his eyes dart between yours. Makoto’s breath hitches as he felt his heart racing from your proximity. He tried to speak, but only lets out a soft whimper.

- You let out a chuckle, sending shivers down his spine. With a hint of mischief, you press your lips against his, feeling him accept the kiss with a soft moan. You felt his body tremble under yours.

- After a while, you pull away, leaving a line of saliva. Makoto’s breathing is heavy, his face is flushed with arousal.

“So vulnerable…” You remarked, dominantly.

- He continues to pant heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He swallows hard, a shiver running down his spine.

- You pull the waistband of his pants, biting your bottom lip as you smirked. Makoto whimpered as he feels your fingers on his sensitive skin, he nods eagerly as his head tilted back in submission.

- Suddenly, you begin to pull his pants down, revealing his white boxers with yellow stars on it.

“Cute.” You cooed.

- Makoto’s hips jerk slightly in response, betraying his own growing arousal. He watches with bated breath as you reach for his boxers, his heart rate increasing.

- His hands clench into fists as you reach for his last clothing down there. He whimpers softly, feeling the cold air hit his throbbing member.

- You extend your arm to stroke his member as you pull the waistband of your panties, hearing him moan. His hips bucked slightly into your hand as you continued to stroke him, his eyes widened as you pulled down your panties- revealing your clit.

He gasped, “Ah-“ you quickly shushed him.

- You straddled his waist, the head of his cock brushing against your slick entrance. He bites his lip, arching into the sensation.

- Makoto’s breath catches in his throat as he feels you push yourself down on him. He gasps softly as he feels you sink onto him, surrounding him in wet heat.

- He moaned loudly, his hands reaching up to grab your hips as you continued to ride him. The feeling of being owned by you sent shivers down his spine, and he can feel himself getting closer to release…

- His soft whimpers and moans filled the air as he threw his head back, grinding his teeth together. You let out a small grunt, watching every second of his movement.

- His eyes fully shut as his moans become more loud and desperate; losing himself in the pleasure you’re giving him. Makoto’s body was under your dominance, you felt his cock throb inside you.

- After a few minutes of riding him, you finally withdrew from him. Makoto had finally reached climax and his hot, sticky liquid began to ooze from his tip.

- You smiled smugly, and gave him a kiss in the forehead.

You praised him, “Good boy.”

- Makoto began to melt at the nickname…

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[vrachis]

idfc if u hearin me out or not but what if i wrote for raiden makoto and ei's friends.

#vrachis #kein’s thirsts. #kein’s drabbles. #dom! reader #sub genshin #genshin x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin smut #genshin impact #raiden makoto #genshin sasayuri #mikoshi chiyo #kitsune saiguu

[rinrinx2]

hi could you do a timeskip smut yamagishi kazushi x makoto suzuki x sub reader after tiring work

Hope you liked it ♡

.

Stress relief

Makoto x fem!reader x Yamagishi

Warnings: Mature themes, Inappropriate language, Smut, Orgasm, kinda a threesome, c^m facials

You looked at you watch, letting out a sigh of relief as it was finally time for you to end th working day and head back home.

Even if home consisted of staying with your two roommates. You didn't mind your living arrangement and found it quite enjoyable. You never came home to an empty house, you were able to talk to someone when you seemed company and they were always willing to help relief stress.

"Evening (Y/N)-chan" Yamagishhi said as he stood in the kitchen chopping away at something.

"Evening" you replied as you slipped off your shoes at the entrance, no walking into the apartment them smelled of different spices.

"What you making?" You enquired, as you attempted to take a peak at whatever Yamagishi was preparing for dinner.

"Don't worry. How was work?"

"Tiring as always, today my boss had me double check everyone's paperwork. It was so long and boring"

"Don't worry, you can relax now" Yamagishi said as he watched you walk into your room.

The minute you heard your room door close, you quickly undressed yourself. Ridding yourself of any and all clothing articles, leaving you nude in your room.

Without even thinking you kicked your disregarded clothes into a corner and plopped down onto your body.

Your back pressed against the cool silk sheets as you felt the breeze from your open window blow over your naked body, trying your best to relax.

You closed your eyes taking deep breaths, feeling how your chest rised and feel with each inhale and exhale.

So lost in this pattern that you hadn't heard as you room door opened.

"Hey (Y/N)-chan Yamagishi finished dinner-" Makato said as his sentenced drifted off, as he took in the sight of you, with your nude body splayed on the bed, your nipples hard and you legs slighted parted that he was able to sneak a peak at your glistening folds while your eyes remained shut.

And still you remained unaware of his presence, even after he had spoken to you.

"Stressfull day?" Makoto asked as you felt a dip in your bed, finally breaking your semi-relaxed aura.

"Very stressful day" you said sitting up now looking into Makoto eyes.

"I just want to relax, but it's so hard. Everytime I close my eyes I just picture mountains of paperwork" you explain to Makoto as he kept his gazed locked onto you.

"You know you can ask Yamagishi or me if you need a little help relaxing, you know we'll always help" Makoto said as he pushed the strands of hair that fell over your shoulder behind your ear.

"I know I can it's just I don't want to feel like a burden to you guys. You already do so much for me"

"It's never a problem helping your unwind, we enjoy it alot. Now go ahead and ask me to help you relax and I will" Makoto said moving back slightly from you as he watched you sulken expression start to lighten up.

You fully sat up now with a smile on your face as you looked at Makoto with his teasing grin as he waited for you to ask.

"Makoto will you please help me relax?"

Without another word being said Makoto moved forward until his lips met with yours. You felt Makoto lips meld with yours, opening your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in.

His tongue lapped at yours causing your to moan out and your back to arch, you spread your legs further to allow Makoto to sit in-between them.

Makoto hands quickly made there way down to your dripping core that were soaking the sheets. His finger came down to your swollen clit as he gently pushed down on it.

"Makoto" you moaned out urging him to do more.

"You've got to wait angel" he said between kisses.

Makoto started to rub tight circles into your clit, causing your puffy pussy hole to gush out more in excitement for his cock.

"Please Makoto" you begged out needing to feel his cock stretch you out.

Makoto mouth pulled away from yours, as he began to take of his shirt and rid himself of his pants.

"Only because you had a very stressful day" he replied as he sat back down in between your legs.

You looked down starring at Makoto cock that had bead of pre-cum dripping down the base. He was just as desperate to be in you as you were to have him inside you.

Makoto aligned his throbbing cock to your slick folds.

"Ready to be relieved of stressed?" Makoto asked with a cocked up brow, before you could answer you felt as Makoto slipped his cock in.

His massive head sliding between your entrance slipping deep inside you until it nudged against the your cervix.

"Fuck" Makoto groaned out.

"All that stress has you extra tight today"

Makoto pulled his cock back at with a groan and then pushed it back in, repeating this slowly delicious actions until you started to beg for more again.

"Please fuck me faster" you moaned out, feeling as his cock head slipped back into you again.

"Please Makoto! Please!"

Makoto looked down at your blubbering expression, causing him to laugh.

"You're so cute when you're so desperate, I don't know if I want to go faster because seeing you like this is so adorable"

Just as you were about to complain about his comment Makoto began to increase his pace, causing you to moan out loudly.

Your pussy burned with need, which Makoto was quickly squelching. Feeling as his cock now slid in and out of you at a brutal pace, the friction causing your pussy to gush out more while your lips screamed his name over and over.

You were so close to cumming you could feel it deep in your tummy the pleasure building up and Makoto could feel the cum in his balls ready to shoot out into your pussy, but just as your orgasms were about to hit the your bedroom door came swinging open again.

"The food is getting cold!" Yamagishi said eyes closed with anger.

Makoto actions came to a holt and both you and him were now looking at Yamagishi who was slowly opening his eyes.

"Ah! " Yamagishi yelled out as his eyes finally opened revealing Makoto balls deep inside of you.

"Chill Yamagishi it's just some stress relief" Makoto giggled out, as you felt his vibrations of his giggles travel through you.

"Oh! Had me worried there for a moment" Yamagishi replied as his began to scratch the back of his head in relief.

"Why don't you join, you've been pretty stressed yourself" Makoto said.

"Yes please join Yamagishi" you mewled out with Makoto still inside you.

"Argh fine" Yamagishi said with zero hesitation, as he quickly rid himself of his clothes, now with his cock hovering over your face.

"You fuck her mouth?" Makoto asked still unmoving inside you.

"Nah, you just fuck her pussy and I'll cum on her face. I like looking at the faces she makes when you fuck her"

Without another word needed Makoto began to fuck you again, with the same brutal pace as before.

You felt as yout tits bounced back and forth with each thrust, while your eyes watched as Yamagishi stroked his cock over your face, his balls slapping every now and then on your face.

Makoto could feel as your walls began to tighten around his member, feeling as your orgasm was getting closer and closer.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum" Makoto grunted out feeling as he felt the cum in his balls travel into his shaft.

Your pussy fluttered at Makoto's words, feeling as his thrusts became sloppier and deeper, feeling as his cock juiced your pussy so well, while your eyes still focused on Yamagishi whose cock was now twitching.

"Shit I'm gonna cum too" Yamagishi moaned out as the cute faces you were making from Makoto fucking you were becoming to much.

Your pussy spasmed around Makoto making him cum, hot string of semen entered your pussy, making your squeal in excitement as your pussy let out fountains of clear liquid as your came hard around Makotos cock.

Yamagishi watched your face morph into pure pleasure as your orgasm washed over you causing him to cum instantaneously. His hot cum splattered all over your face painting it a nice shade of white, while your pussy continued to milk Makoto's cock.

Makoto waited till he caught his breath before he pulled out from your pussy, watching as his cum slipped out.

"You feel better now (Y/N)-chan" Makoto asked as he looked at you cum cover faced.

"So much better" you said with a smile licking the cum from your lips.

"Do you feel better Yamagishi?" You asked with doe eyes.

"So much better (Y/N)-chan" Yamagishi said as he lowered himself down to place a kiss on your lips.

"If you ever need any stress relief you can always count on us angel"

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[dlscenarios]

Hi, could you make an nsfw link of the separate yamagishi kazushi and makoto suzuki

Bet

NSFT Visuals - Yamagishi & Makoto (TokRev)

MDNI

Cw: POST TIMESKIP. Twitter pr0n links, what else is new—

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Yamagishi: link link link

Makoto: link link link

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[yukinarinn]

Hi! I was just wondering if you could do relationship headcanons (SFW and NSFW if youre okay with that) for Makoto Naegi with his childhood friend! Short! Fem s/o! Who had chronic pain and who uses a cane? (If you're okay with mentions of self harm scars, would that be okay to include?) Thank you!

I wonder if something similar happened to you if you requested it.. if so, I’m so sorry and I hope everything’s okay now! I’m uh not good at making headcanons and guess what lol, this is my first time so I really hope you’ll enjoy it. please tell me if you want me to change anything! <3

I actually had this in my drafts but I lost motivation to write something on here, I also thought that I’ll leave this blog and in general tumblr. But here we are! please feel free to request anything you want!

cw: mentions of cane/s3lf h3rm scars, a 24/7 worried Makoto lol, childhood friend, fluff, nsfw, mentions of handcuffs, (slight) praise

SFW

Makoto is so worried about you, tbh

like, since you’re his childhood friend and btw, his girlfriend, he took good care of you since then!

he even asked you if he can help you walking, he asked this too many times.

and you always refuse it and told him that it’s fine since you use the cane

Makoto seems like he gets attached to people very easily, he literally fell hard for you just because he takes care of you!

he spends so much time with you though, giving you food and everything you need. He’s so scared in even leaving you for a second.

I’m serious, if it’s happening him leaving you for some minutes to make food or I don’t know.. take a shower, and he’s hearing something weird coming from your room, he’ll be right there

“Y-YN??! Are you okay sweetie? I’ll go call the-“

“Makoto, I’m fine. I just changed my shirt”

LMAO

Gives you hugs and a lot of affection

When it comes to your scars.. he gets freaked out and doesn’t know what to do

Especially when he cuddles with you and accidentally touches them

“YN!! I-I’m so sorry darling! did it hurt? does it bleed already?! I’ll go grab the banda-“

And you shut him up by kissing him passionately

Don’t worry, he’s not calm even if you’re sleeping. You need to reassure him that everything is fine with you for him to actually fall asleep

NSFW

I mean.. Makoto is 100% into vanilla sex, that’s it

Just because he doesn’t want to hurt you, of course

He can be a little kinky, like, tying you with those flully pink handcuffs he owns for special ocassions

He tries to not touch your scars tho.. that are already healed..

Makoto’s a switch!! but usually he takes the control, seeing you this vulnerable in his bed makes him go insane

But not anymore when he hears you moaning, thinking it’s because of your chronic pain

“Is everything okay? I can remove the handcuffs fro-“

Since you can’t talk cuz of how good he’s doing u, you just force him to kiss you, enough for him to understand that the moan was coming from the pleasure he gives to you

Pretty good at dirty talk if you ask me, he praises the fuck outta you when the pleasure hits him

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. I-I’m gonna cum!”

Aand this turns you on, it would turn you on even more if he degraded you

But Makoto can’t degrade his girlfriend even if she wants to, he thinks he’ll hurt you

Plus he’s soft and you can’t tell me otherwise

Makoto is perfect at aftercare! he’ll give you what you need and cuddle with you after

He’s going to only fall asleep when you already fell asleep <3

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[elvenxwarrior]

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SFW Headcanons

N|S|F|W Headcanons

Loneliness | Fluffy spice

Comfort | Fluff

Taste of You | Spicy

Makoto Tachibana

SFW Headcanons

N|S|F|W Headcanons

Family Time | Fluff

Nagisa Hazuki

SFW Headcanons

N|S|F|W Headcanons

Date Night | Smut

Rei Ryugazaki

SFW Headcanons

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Starry Night | Fluff

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[strawberry-chubz]

hi could you make a Headcanon nsfw of the timeSkip makoto Suzuki x female reader

Here you go! I hope you enjoy :)

Makoto Suzuki NSFW Headcanons

CW - Obvi NSFW, Fem!Reader, Sub!Reader, mentions of choking, mentions of public sex, pet name usage, and, mentions of praise

Please let me know if I missed anything!

~ It's literally been stated that Makoto is kind of a perv. So, let's just say it definitely doesn't get boring with him!

~ He'll randomly come up behind you when you're cooking and grope your breast, or he'll come up behind you and pinch your ass

~ I feel like this man is an ass man so I def think he's into spanking. Like I can imagine him pounding you doggy style and he'll randomly just slap your ass if he thinks you're being to quite

~ I also highly believe he's into size difference. Cause he's 5'8 so if you're a decently shorter than him he's ALL over you. Likes to think that since he's bigger that means he can protect you better

~ I have a feeling he's also into praise. Like if you're riding him he LOVES to tell you how well you take him

~ He looks like he's into choking so I feel like he wouldn't necessarily tighten his grip but just likes to have his hand around your throat cause he thinks you look so pretty like that <3

~ I also believe he likes to buy lingerie for you to wear. Like he'll take you shopping for lingerie or just clothes in general and likes watching you come out and show him the outfit. Most of the time tho this leads to him fucking you in the dressing room with his hand covering your mouth

~ He DEFINITELY loves to tease you in public and get you all worked up

~ I believe he loves loves loves to call you the sweetest pet names when pounding into you. Like I can see him calling you stuff like "pretty girl", "love", "good girl", and "sweet girl"

~ I also think he's recorded you guys having sex to watch when you guys can't fuck like when you're on your period. But he always makes sure it's ok to record before doing it!

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