𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

proud of what i just made

GIRLLLLL I CANT

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

© eboysvngie | translating/reposting is not allowed

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : jisung x minho ; jisung x chan

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : mainly angst, a tiny bit fluff in between

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : caused of jisung's amnesia, he forgot the biggest mistake in his life

[ 𝙏𝙒 : mention of a car accident, car crash where someone dies (don't wanna spoiler to much bruh), jisung has amnesia ]

𝙖/𝙣 : this is inspired by this tiktok so thanks to the creator for giving me this idea hehe

"do you blame yourself?", chan asked, looking up at jisung, sitting in front of the couch the younger one was laying on. jisung raised his head to look at him, confused.

"what?"

"well it's quite common in this situation to feel a kind of guilt", chan said, gulping strongly, already having a feeling of what happened.

"what situation?", jisung asked again, now sitting up, being more than just a little confused about what chan was talking about. the older one looked at jisung, a soft expression on his face while he spoke to jisung. it wasn't the first time this happened. it wasn't the first time he forgot.

"the accident jisung. the accident"

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chan was jisung's best friend. actually the only friend he was able to remember he ever had. his amnesia wasn't making it easy for him to get in contact with new people, he would forget that he even meet them. chan was different. he knew jisung even before he got amnesia. and so did he.

minho. lee minho. that was his name. jisung remembered his name, before and after he got into this carcrash, two years ago. it was because lee minho wasn't someone jisung knew by his mind. he knew minho by his heart.

they were lovers, partners, soulmates. he was the only person jisung trusted with everything. his body, his mind, his soul. minho knew it all. and he was so happy and relieved when he rushed into that hospital room, two years ago, and jisung didn't looked confused to see him. he looked happy, like he had just waited for him to finally be there. he didn't forgot about him. and he promised minho that this would never happen.

but he broke it. jisung broke his promise. because he couldn't remember it.

he forgot it.

it was a rainy day. a rainy monday. jisung already didn't liked mondays, and the fact that he had to drive home in the rain didn't made this day any better.

he decided to drive not to fast, caused of the slippery road. jisung just wanted to be safe, he got a text from minho that he would buy his favourite cheesecake to make up his mood, and jisung just wanted to get home safe to enjoy his cheesecake with his boyfriend.

everything went good, he didn't even had that big of a problem to see the road and he got to his street faster than he thought. but after he turned around the corner, his house already in his view, something happened. something bad.

the only thing jisung felt was how something seemed to hit him from behind and his head smashing against the steering wheel. after that his view went black.

what he didn't realized was that he accidentally pushed forward and hit a person which was standing on the road. but he didn't hit some random stranger. he hit him.

luckily jisung wasn't that hurt. he had a laceration, where his head hit the steering wheel and a few bruises but that was all. some hours after the car crash he found himself laying on his couch, chan sitting on the floor next to him.

"the accident jisung. the accident", chan said clear and jisung realized that there was something in his past he forgot.

"touch your head ji. you have a wound there", chan said, hoping to help jisung to get his memory back. the younger slowly raised his hand, hissing after he felt the pain of the wound he already forgot about.

"shit, what the fuck happened?", he asked, looking at his best friend with concern but also curiosity.

"you had a car crash an-"

"again!? someone should take my driver's license from me", he joked, making chan chuckle even in this serious situation.

"it wasn't your fault. someone hit you in the back and you hit your head on the steering wheel. bu-"

"sounds like my angels were watching me", jisung interrupted chan again, being relieved that the accident didn't seemed that bad.

"that wasn't all..", chan mumbled, his voice becoming quieter and he looked at the ground. thinking about how he can tell jisung about what else happened. he already was concerned that he didn't asked about him yet but maybe he just thought that he was still shopping.

"when you hit your head and passed out you hit someone..", chan said, watching how jisung's reaction changed. "and the person you hit.. well.. they are not alive anymore"

"i killed someone?!", jisung screamed, shock and fear all over his face. "it wasn't your fault!", chan tried to calm him down, laying his hands on his shoulders and pushing him back on the couch.

jisung looked at his lap, playing with his fingers while he mumbled: "holy shit.."

chan sighed, taking jisung's hands in his. he didn't knew how jisung would react but he prayed that it wouldn't destroy him to much.

"the person.. the person you- the person that died..", chan stammered, breathing out loud before he finally spoke out what he was afraid to say the whole time.

"it was minho", chan tried to say as clear as possible looking up and into jisung's eyes. confused eyes.

"i know it may be hard.. "

"chan.."

"for you and i can understand when.. "

"chan"

"you need some time to-"

"chan!"

chan finally stopped talking, seeing that jisung's impression didn't changed at all. he even had a soft smile placed on his lips and chuckled short while ruffling through chan's hair.

"chan, i don't know a minho"

「 SMOKE OUT 」 MATSUKAWA ISSEI.

✉️ — can i request a thought i just had? cockwarming with mattsun while trying to roll a blunt and he warns that if it doesn’t come out perfect or if you drop any you won’t get to cum (but he’s making it so hard) ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs. ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

content warning: 18+ content including drug use, cock warming, mix of degradation + praise, high sex.

“Issei…” you whine softy. Yet again.

Your tongue pokes past your lips, running over your dry lips momentarily as you try to focus, while he hooks his chin over your shoulder.

He nuzzles his face against the curve of your jaw and the affectionate gesture only makes it harder for you to keep yourself together. You can’t help the way your cunt flutters and squeezes around his cock. Nor the way your fingers shake in their efforts to roll the blunt to perfection, per Issei’s request.

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oh my god

yes

Your heart has a story with mine

You and Hyunjin were the campus staple couple. It wasn’t for show, even though many people pointed to it as such. You guys really loved each other or maybe just you did. So when Hyunjin upped and left with the excuse of being an idol, you didn’t know what to do. Your plan was to ignore that you ever knew him. Even if he appears in your life years later. 

PAIRINGS: Hwang HyunJin x Reader 

TAGS/WARNINGS: Angst, OC being a sweet heart, and Hyunjin not realizing what he’s losing

A/N: Hi, i missed you guys so much! Hope you enjoy the story theirs plenty more to come. 

- Aylin 🌙

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i’ll never get over this

MINHO LITERALLY TRIED TO ASK JISUNG IF HE LIKED HIM IN A ROMANTIC WAY

minho: do you…like me but like do you like me in that way or… jisung hella confused:……what sort of way should i like you hyung? what? minho completely flustered: ahhh so….i don’t really know *awkward laughing from both of them* minho: i know it but i don’t know how to actually express it *jisung bursts into a song and minho joins*

sensei off duty.

↳ gojou satoru/reader

when daddy gets a day off work, his favorite duty is to make mommy happy.

genre. explicit smut, dilf!gojou, 18+

cw. profanity, soft!dom gojou, dirty talk, cunnilingus + fellatio, spitting, 69, calling each other mommy and daddy, slight degradation, unprotected (making babies w bae), breeding kink, creampie, aftercare (+ domestic w little gojou)

notes. let’s take a break from the angst, hope u enjoy my first ever jjk work!! and it’s smut sdksj you guys are gonna get so many gojo fics from me. reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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“G-Gojou!”

The sound of his deep chuckle slithered through your ears as he jolted his hips forward, sending you to a state of euphoria with every deep thrust. You were barely gripping the headboard while your other hand was clamped on the sheets as if holding on to anything could give you some form of control. In this case, only your husband had full control.

Not to mention that this was the third round. It was only quarter past midnight and you’ve already done it at every corner of the room. In the shower, where he came on your face and made you swallow every drop of his hot seed. In the couch, where he manhandled you into riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. And now, in the comfort of your king-sized bed, where he had you in all fours as he pounded from behind with every bit of his strength to create even more friction against your moistened cunt.

Gojou Satoru could last for hours.

There was not the faintest scintilla of exhaustion in him. He was adamant on making you his personal ‘cocksleeve’ until sunrise — a term he heard from a conversation between a group of teenage boys that littered the streets on his way back home.

When your husband wasn’t busy catering to his students or facing off cursed spirits, he was at home with you doing his role as your loving lifetime partner. Apparently, part of that role was to fuck your brains out while your son was peacefully sleeping next door. I missed you, he reasoned. He didn’t shy away from telling you just how much he had been waiting all day to finally “fuck the shit out of you” as he he said it.

“G-Gojou, p-please! Y-You’re going too fast!” Lecherous moans came out louder than you expected, even louder than the skin slapping noises from when his groin hit your buttocks. Your entire body was being pushed and pulled as he mercilessly drilled your hole with harsh jostles.

“You’re a Gojou too, you know?” he lowly chuckled, keeping your hips in place by holding it firmer against his crotch. Even if you couldn’t see his face, you were certain that he had a million-dollar grin. “Say my name.”

His shaft was already coated by slick and the squelching sounds only added to the intensity of your arousal. “Sa—toru!”

“Good mommy.” A tsunami of pleasure washed over your body at the feeling of his hot breath tickling your spine. Your legs were shaking as your head fell on the cushion, leaving your ass up high and your face down low. This position was his absolute favorite. “Fuck, still so tight. Should I fill up this pretty little cunny, hm?”

His thumb was teasing your entrance despite already being stretched by his fully erected cock—satiating your clit with circular movements in synchronization with his penetrative actions. Satoru just adored how you clenched around him even with his words alone and it was keeping his God complex fulfilled. You could feel him trying to angle his dick better as he watched how his cock was disappearing from the cavern between your plump folds.

“Ngh! So good... so good,” you whimpered in a breathless voice, upper body pressed against the mattress as your husband worked on destroying your pussy. Gojou certainly fucked like a god as he sent you to seventh heaven when his tip rammed your g-spot. “Aah—ah! Shit!”

The prick was enjoying how loud you were getting that it was no surprise to see a naughty smirk plastered on his gorgeous face when you briefly peeked at him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake Sachiro up.”

Biting your lip, you closed your eyes and absorbed the pleasuring feeling of his member plowing your velvet walls. Your dulcet moans as well as his sexy grunts echoed through your room in titillation. You wanted nothing else but to cream all over his cock like you did thirty minutes ago.

“Daddy,” you whined, allowing him to pull you by your jaws until your back was arched against his toned chest. Your eyes were half lidded, almost begging, as you fluttered your lids when he looked down at you. He displayed a satisfied smile, wrapping a hand on your jaw and tightening his hold on it as you spoke, “you fuck me so good.”

He hummed in agreement, locking your mouth with a sloppy upside down kiss. “That’s right, mommy.” His lips upturned before you could receive another deep forceful slam. Your breasts bounced from his movements until he grabbed your mounds and kneaded them with fervor. “No one else can fuck you this good.”

No one else. You wouldn’t even dare think about anyone else because you were far too devoted to this man. He was all you ever needed in this life and even after three years of marriage, spending every day felt brand new with him.

“Tongue,” he ordered, squeezing your jaw so you could stick your tongue out. He met it with his own, salaciously rolling his tip against the length of your tongue before he ejected spit from his mouth to yours. You could barely breathe when he had your lips enveloped back together, only pulling away to make another command, “Mm. Let me lay in bed.”

Doing as told, his member left your hollow core as he withdrew himself to shift on your side. He plopped his back against mattress with his nape resting against the headboard. You were almost like an obedient little bunny waiting for your master’s next instructions.

“Wanna do sixty-nine, babe?” He gestured his chin for you to come forward and patted his lap so you could get into his desired position. His azure blue eyes were watching your every move as you crawled to give him a passionate open-mouthed kiss before pivoting your body to face his thick cock. “Shit. You’re soaking wet.”

“Only for you.”

As he was busy playing with your slit, you were carefully pressing your body down on him before you grabbed his shaft to pump it nice and slow. It wasn’t only because he was your husband, but he truly had the prettiest cock that matched his beautiful angel-like face. You giggled as it twitched from your hold before you swirled your tongue around the pink tip, immediately tasting his cum residues that had mixed with yours. It was salty, musky, but also a tad bit sweet. Gently sucking his head earned you a raspy moan out of him, so you teased him more by allowing his tip to reach your inner cheek as you tightened your mouth around his shaft.

You’ve gotten used to Satoru’s taste after having countless sex as husband and wife even before you gave birth to your only son. You were familiar with the things that turned him on and the kinks he didn’t particularly enjoy. One of the things he liked, however, was how you’d press your tongue flat on his length and run it from the bottom up to his throbbing head.

“Fuck, do more,” he grunted, jerking his hip forward just as you placed the entirety of his long cock inside your mouth. You indulged yourself at the sound of his guttural moans because you made sure to let the head hit the back of your throat—the tip of your nose colliding against his bollocks as a signal of how deep you took him. Despite the gagging, your husband was intensely aroused by the slopping noises.

On the flip side, Satoru was stretching your labia open so he could press his tongue in between. Your cunny was already red and swollen but it only made him satisfied with himself and the job he’d done thus far. “Mm,” he heard your suppression of moans as he sunk his tongue inside your walls, lapping your pussy lips the same way he would make out with you. Eating you out was perhaps a skill that he mastered through time.

With your thighs on either side of his face, he grabbed hold of your ass cheeks, squeezing them simultaneous to how his tongue went deeper inside your core—sucking and slurping your creamy essence as he played with the clitoris that he loved to tease. He didn’t mind giving your ass one gentle spank, causing you to hum with a cock-filled mouth to his own entertainment.

Gojou Satoru himself was adroit in every aspect. Aside from his limitless capabilities, he doesn’t just stay being good. He has to stay being the best. For you, he wanted to be the best husband you could ever wish for in your lifetime.

“Aah—fuck! D-Daddy!”

“Yeah. Suck me off like the naughty slut you are.”

You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks as you skillfully sucked his cock and pumped the lower half with your tight fist. If Satoru could give you sensory overload, you were dead set on returning it to him, too.

Curses and moans were traded left and right—the erotic sounds were reverberating across the room, bouncing back for you to engulf on the divine feeling of having good sex with your husband.

At some point, you had to hold your climax in and begged to have his cock back inside you. Satoru, as ribald as he was, called you his ‘needy whore’ before he asked you to lay on your back.

“Does mommy want a little boy or a little girl?” he asked, spreading your legs apart as you looked up at his crystal eyes underneath his messy arctic white hair. His milky skin glistened with slight traces of sweat and you couldn’t help but run your hand from his chest down to his sculpted abs.

Realizing that there was no iota of insincerity in his tone, you answered, “little girl,” until you realized, “hey, you can’t control what our next baby will be!”

Or could he? Was Satoru even capable of that, too?

Your heart jumped at the sight of him adorably scrunching his nose along with the handsome grin that adorned his face. He pressed a kiss on your leg before pumping his shaft between your folds. “I’ll get you pregnant either way,” he promised with a wink, “gonna fill up mommy’s tight kitty with my cum.”

You ended up giggling, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly entered your core. He penetrated you with ease, sliding his rod back and forth while he caught your lips against his. “Sato—mmh!” The smooches were music to your ears. “Y-Yes, daddy.”

“Like that, mommy?” He kissed the corner of your lips, feathering more along your jaw as his thrusts got deeper and faster. There was an equal amount of gentleness and roughness to his movements that sated the both of you perfectly.

His scent, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his throaty moans. You were fucking lucky to have this hot mess of a husband indeed.

While your legs were tangled around his waist, his mouth latched onto your tit when he gave each bosom a lavish suck—even going as far as circling his tongue around your nipple. He was increasing the speed of his thrusts until you could no longer contain your wanton cries, “A-Aah! S-Satoru, d-don’t stop...”

“Cum,” he whispered on your ear, knowing full well that your orgasm was building back on your lower abdomen. “Cum for me, honey.”

“Gojou...” Breathless and overstimulated, your nails ended up scratching his back as you clenched around his girth, milking around his cock followed by your loud cries. Your chest was rising and falling heavily, but Satoru wasn’t done.

It was his turn to reach his high, leaving marks around your neck before he pulled away and knelt on top of you. “I’m near,” he announced, positioning your legs above his shoulders before he pummeled into you at an animalistic speed. You had to grip the pillows as your body glided against the mattress—tits becoming sore from all the bouncing. “You look beautiful.”

He said it with a chuckle, but you absolutely adored just how he stared at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Feels. So. Fucking... good!” His breathy grunts were released when his hips fell out of rhythm. Hot spurts of seed were shot straight to your womb, ensuring that every drop of his cum were loaded to your cavern. When he pulled out, you could feel his warm semen seeping out of your entrance and Satoru was very much proud to see how much he came inside.

“I love you,” he said, pecking your lips.

Your mouth vibrated against his. “Mm—love you.”

Aftercares with Satoru was just as good as the sex. As you remained like a fucked out sexdoll in bed, he was the one who wiped the excess jizz on your inner thighs, later slipping you into his shirt and boxers while he remained topless. The bands of his underwear hung low on his waist, allowing you to ogle at the sight of his attractive V line.

He would tease you, claiming that you were crushing on your own husband whenever he caught you staring at him with a meek smile. You just couldn’t help but appreciate him and the foundation of your marriage hoping that nothing could tear you apart.

He was yours, forever and always. A promise that transcended time and space. The love you had for each other exceeded his immeasurable void because he was your personal expanded domain.

You looked forward to the cuddles and 1 AM pillow talks, talking about the most random things or hearing him gush about the missions his students took on. He would narrate the fights as if you could see the cursed spirits, though you didn’t really have the ability of a sorcerer to understand much of his job.

Somehow, as he walked out of the bathroom to join you in bed, your door received faint thumping followed by a sudden outburst of tears. Satoru quickly rushed to open the door to carry his crying son in his arms. “C’mere. What’s wrong, buddy?”

“Dada, monsters.” Sachiro was clutching his teddy bear, wiping his damp eyes as he sniffed. The sight of your crying son worried you and you instinctively sat from the bed, reaching for him. “Mama!”

“Monsters? There’s no monsters here,” Satoru reassured, kissing his son on the cheek before handing him to you. “I’ll kick their ass!”

“Watch your language, Satoru.” You pulled your son closer, running your thumb across his pale cheeks and kissing the tip of his small nose. “Shh. Don’t cry, baby. Mommy’s here. It’s just a nightmare.”

Little Sachiro snuggled under the sheets, sandwiched between his parents as you hugged him protectively. He was an exact carbon copy of his father—vivid cerulean eyes, peachy lips, ivory hair. You bet he’d inherit his towering height, too.

He was a product of you and your husband. A cute little human made out of the infinite love you had as a married couple.

Satoru had his arm stretched out to hug his little family in his arms. Seeing you and his son was eliciting gaiety from this small yet special moment. His fond gaze may be glued on your face in only finite minutes, but his love for you was unmistakably infinite.

Warm lips pressed against your forehead, he then looked down at his mini-him and asked, “Sachi, you want a sister or a brother?”

Sachiro blinked his doe eyes before answering without hesitation, “Sister.”

You smiled. “Are you gonna protect her, baby?” You raked your fingers through your little boy’s hair, receiving a nod from him in response.

“Yes and mama, too,” he said, earning his father’s approval and ‘good boy’ comments.

The satisfied chuckle from Satoru made your heart full. “I’ll turn you into the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer when you grow up,” he pledged to his successor, promising a life ahead of him as the heir to the Gojou clan.

You were glad to have contributed to his lineage, knowing full well that you were bound to carry another one of his offsprings soon.

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clouds.

pairing: fem!reader, gojo satoru.

genre: angst, smut.

summary: ignorance is a bliss.

cw: age gap, manipulation, violence, cursing.

wordcout: 2.7k.

you and gojo met a long time ago, through mutual friends.

one of your friends was dating one of gojo’s friends. sheer coincidence, you thought.

you two would meet often, along your friends. for some reason, you and gojo happened to be intimate friends of each friend in common, so you’d often find yourself sitting by gojo’s side while the couple chatted and kissed lovingly. gojo didn’t talk to you at first, neither did you. he was older than you, much more, and you were too intimidated by his appearance. you’d rather stay in silence then talk to him and make yourself look like a fool.

but gojo wasn’t like that - at first.

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mattsun x makki x reader; kissing lessons

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long, figured might as well post it haha. idk it was funny to write bc i love matsuhana & want to be besties with them so badly

“Dude, she was bawling and I only put the tip in!” Mattsun and Makki were currently exchanging stories from their oh so impressive sex lives.

“No..fucking way.” Makki’s mouth hung agape.

“Told her she could just suck my dick instead, but guess what sh...” Mattsun continued to indulge him, but you stopped listening.

You were always honored to witness the enlightening conversation that took place every time you hung out. Note the sarcasm. The only difference was, the conversations always centered around a new hookup.

You released a long and loud groan that caught their attention when you couldn’t block them out.

“You guys never shut up, do you?” You facepalmed. Their attention now shifted over to you.

“Hey, princess,” Mattsun started, “don’t get jealous we actually get action.” He slapped Makki’s chest and prompted the laughing.

You turned your head, shooting a sharp glare in their direction.

“I get action.” You barked. 

The two boys sarcastically nodded at your statement.

“Makki,” Mattsun eyed your shared best friend.

“Yeah, Mattsun?” Makki gleamed.

“Remind me the last time Y/N got some action.”

The peach-haired boy hummed for what felt like forever, running circles over his chin, pretending to think before he came to a sudden pause.

“Ahh.” Makki finally spoke. “Remember that boyfriend of hers in junior high?” He reminded him.

“Junior high!” Mattsun exclaimed at you, slapping a hand down on Makki’s shoulder. You only rolled your eyes.

“Does that even count though? They broke up after like two days.”

“Humor us, Y/N,” Your smug brute of a best friend smirked, “why did you break up after only two days?” You wanted to bite off the two digits Mattsun held in front of his face. The elbow he had on the kitchen island propped up his hand which held the weight of his big ol’ head. He was so amused, completely enjoying tormenting you.

“It’s really none of your business.” You spat. You couldn’t even call him an ex. Your body cringed at the memory of the breakup text you received from him. You weren’t bothered by his form of communication as much as you were the reason he decided to dump you after two days.

You heard Mattsun’s “Oooo” and that only meant he was going to provoke you.

“What? Did he hate the way you’d profusely sweat while holding his hand?”

You rolled your eyes even harder at him if that was possible.

“Or did he find out you were the worst kisser ever?”

Your body tensed up at those last set of words. And to your luck, it didn’t go unnoticed by thing 1 and thing 2. They also took notice of the way your hands tightened around the pillow you were holding.

“No...” Mattsun started,

“Way.” Makki finished. They looked between each other, then at you.

“W-what?” You stuttered, trying to register what they were thinking.

Only they didn’t answer you. Your two best friends only howled and broke into loud fits of laughter. You couldn’t believe you had given yourself away that easily. Stupid stupid body. Screw you, sympathetic nervous system!

You began to protest, mentioning that you were young and inexperienced, but your voice was overshadowed by the boisterous laughing. You huffed and dramatically crossed your arms and waited for them to be done laughing at your trauma. Could you even call it that? Yes, yes you could.

“Y/N probably kissed him like this.” Mattsun stuck out his tongue and messily emphasized the actions of what looked like a makeout. You turned your gaze to your second best friend.

“Maakkiii, please make him stop, puh-leaze!.” You begged him with your eyes.

Makki tried to stifle a laugh, but it was very apparent he himself was struggling very much. “Mattsun, knock it off.” He said in between laughs. Except Mattsun only continued, pretending to grope the air now. Makki’s laughter only boiled over. So much for his help.

You aggressively threw your head back into the couch, drowning your face into the pillow you held. You groaned into it. They were never going to let you live this down. Why didn’t you think to come up with a good lie, at the very least?

You were so busy groaning and scolding yourself that you hadn’t noticed Mattsun and Makki move from their spot in the kitchen until you felt the pillow on your face slowly being uncovered. You were greeted by a wide grinning Mattsun who sat to your right side. Makki sat on the other. They seemed to have collected themselves for the time being.

“Okay, I’m done.” Mattsun raised his hands in defeat. Makki nodded to confirm it was, indeed, true. You huffed air from your chest.

“We’re sure you’re a lot better now, Y/N.” Makki reassured you. And you were sure he’d be right--that’s if you hadn’t taken a vow to never kiss a guy after the day your little heart was shattered. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and chewed.

“Uh oh, Makki. Y/N’s doing that thing.” Mattsun glanced over at Makki. He shook his head disapprovingly.

“Y/N,” Makki spoke, “you only do that when you’re hiding something or when you’ve been caught red-handed. So which is it?”

“What? That’s so not tru—” You noticed the shared expression on their faces. It was one that called your bluff. “Okay, fine! I...never kissed anyone after him.” You softly whispered, eyes focused on your lap.

You heard a groan escape from Mattsun’s lips.

“Our sweet sweet innocent little Y/N. You know you could’ve just asked us for help.” He dragged a finger under your chin. You glanced up at him then at Makki.

“Yeah, we totally would’ve.”

“But y’know, It’s not too late to ask.” Mattsun spoke slowly. You glanced between him and Makki to make sure they weren’t pulling some joke on you. There was no sign of mischief.

“B-but we’re friends.” You brought to their attention. Makki only chuckled.

“And aren’t we supposed to help a friend in need?”

You hesitated but silently nodded.

“So go on, ask us.” Mattsun smirked. He couldn’t be serious...if his idea of helping was humiliation then he’s got it down. You glanced at Makki for aid, but he only mirrored Mattsun. Wow, he truly was no help today. You decided to swallow your pride.

“Could you guys,” You closed your eyes to block out their annoyingly eager expressions, “please help me?”

“How so?” Mattsun further asked. You shot your eyes open.

“MATSUKAWA ISSEI, I AM NOT GOING TO FORMALLY ASK YOU TO GIVE ME KISSING LESSONS!” You almost bit his head off. You heard Makki laughing to your left.

“I’m only teasing you, didn’t hafta pull out the full name, mom. So much for no formality.” Mattsun chuckled.

“Well, now that that’s that,” Makki clapped his hands. “how should we do this?” You had no idea, but were relieved when they began to talk amongst themselves, almost like you weren’t even there.

“Since I’m pretty well versed in this field, if I do say so myself, I think it’s only right I teach her first.” Mattsun declared.

You rolled your eyes. “We get it, Mattsun, you’re quite the bachelor.” It was Makki’s turn to chuckle.

“Well, go on, babe.” A chill ran down your spine at the new pet name Makki granted you. You felt Mattsun’s finger back under your chin. This time, he was closing the distance between your faces. He halted when your lips were only a centimeter apart.

“I’ll lead, you follow.” He whispered. You only hummed in affirmation, too flustered to say anything. Mattsun personally admired the nervousness that was written all over your face. It boosted his ego knowing it made you this uneasy to be so close to him.

You felt your breath hitch when Mattsun closed the gap between you. His lips claimed yours with warmth. You hummed into it. Mattsun softly gripped your chin, cueing you to part your lips as he had. That you did. You felt his teeth lightly bite at your bottom lip. “Pucker your lips a bit in between.” He advised you. His breath felt warm against your face. “Don’t think too much about it.” You did as he told you, matching his movements.

After a couple more times, it didn’t seem too bad. It was basically like a lip massage. You even felt your eyes flutter in pleasure. Were you supposed to like it this much, or was Mattsun really just good at this? Regardless, you didn’t care. You felt his warm hand cup your cheek, drawing you closer. You felt yourself ease up against it. 

You suddenly felt Mattsun’s teeth graze your lips. You shot your eyes open in confusion. He swiped his tongue across your lip before pulling away with a smirk.

“Not as bad as I thought. Maybe I’m just that good of a teacher.” Mattsun hyped himself. You only rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. “Only thing, make sure to show some more lovin’. Use your hands Y/N. We don’t bite that hard.” He winked.

“I think I might throw up.” You pretended to stick a finger down your throat.

“Glad you didn’t do it before. Now, go show Makki how well I taught you.” Mattsun ushered you to Makki who seemed to be breaking out of a trance.

“Y-yeah, that didn’t look bad at all.” He complimented, raising a thumb at you both. You sheepishly smiled, drawing your body closer to his. You felt slightly more confident after their feedback.

Facing Makki, you didn’t hesitate when you took possession of his lips. And he wasn’t shy in wrapping his hand around your waist, drawing your body even closer than you already began with. He had a passionate but eager way of caressing your lips with his. It had you wanting more and before you knew it, your hands were roaming his hair, pulling his head closer. You didn’t know what compelled you, but your tongue possessed a mind of its own, finding its way into Makki’s mouth. You could feel him smirk against your lips. His tongue claimed dominance in your mouth, pulling a mewl from you.

“M-more, Makki.” You sounded breathless. He fulfilled your wishes by reconnecting your lips. You explored his mouth, running your tongue under his, inside his walls, and reaching the roof of his mouth. You felt your throat grow tighter for some reason and as if on cue, Mattsun took it upon himself to separate you and Makki.

“Sheeesh Y/N, Makki’s not going anywhere, relax.” Mattsun laughed at your eagerness. “That was a whole makeout sesh!” You turned away from Makki to take a couple deep breaths. You didn’t know if your face was heating up from the lack of oxygen, or Mattsun’s words. All the while, you threw a pillow at his face—which he dodged. You cursed years of volleyball for his quick reaction. You seriously had no idea what took over you.

“Sorry, Makki.” You mumbled, refusing to look at him.

“Don’t you mean “m-more Makki?”” Mattsun had the smuggest grin on his face. He was so impressed with himself.

If looks could kill, Mattsun would be six feet under.

You sharply rose from your seat.

“I’m going home, I’m going home, and it’s all thanks to Matsukawa!” You announced distastefully.

“It’s cool, Y/N, that was actually pretty fun.” Makki chuckled, and it only made your face heat up all over again.

“And it’s unfair for you to leave before I get my turn at that.” Mattsun lifted his eyebrows up and down, the smug grin still entertaining his face.

You simply rolled your eyes before you sank back into the couch.

SOME OF YOU ALL DONT REALIZE THAT:

ushijima wakatoshi has the softest and most tender lips,,,, he's literally a human heater and you can just melt right into his kisses while the entire world becomes blur,,,, one of his hands is on your waist, while the other is on your jaw, holding it steady as you're kissing him,,,,, and then his hand gets tangled in your hair,,,, toshi does have the most passionate kisses,,, you can tell by the way his lips collide with yours and how his tongue explores the cavern of your mouth,,,,, and there is no place you'd rather be other than toshi’s arms,,,,,

oh my god i really am going to DIE without ever meeting ushijima??? fuck this