#tachibana makoto × reader

[zmbiesuga]

SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI. OVERSTIM, DRY CUMMING, PRAISE ("good boy", "honey", "sweet thing") M!RECEIVING.

Oh, he looks so pretty like this.

All spread out, just for you, like the absolute present he is. His sweaty back pressed against your chest, his legs spread wide exposing his flush, begging cock that you've had your pretty little hand wrapped around for hours now.

It's not that he's being edged, he can cum as much as he wants. That's the problem.

His body is fucking hot, a burning temperature he could only experience when pressed against your flesh.

"Baby...baby please, can't take no more..." he's slurring, but the next thing that leaves his mouth is an unholy moan that only encourages you further.

"C'mon sweet thing," you coo against the shell of his ear, your hand squeezing the base of his cock, "you can give me one more, right? Be a good boy and give me one more."

He whines again, a broken gasp escaping his puffy lips when your hand begins to move again. Up and down his shaft at an agonizing pace, your thumb slipping over his pre-cum covered slit.

His hips jerk forward, he's practically thrashing in your arms, begging for more. But he knows you won't give it to him, you haven't for the past hour.

The sheets beneath him are wet and your hand is covered with old cum, but yet you're still not satisfied. You need him to be absolutely fucked dumb.

You decide to give him some grace, you aren't heartless after all. Your hand's pace picks up, now moving rapidly up and down, up and down. If it's not one extreme, it's the other.

He's thrashing, begging, screaming in your arms. Fat tears rolling down his cheeks, his muscle-clad stomach becoming concave, his legs tense as he gets to the edge, he's so fucking close.

With a final flick of your wrist and a snap of his hips, his eyes roll back.

But he doesn't cum.

His eyes widen when he hears you click your tongue from behind him, your hand wrapping around his flacid cock again.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm afraid that doesn't count," you pout with a tone full of fake sweetness, smirking against his shoulderblade, "try again."

MAKOTO. TACHIBANA, rin matsuoka, kageyama, atsumu, kenma, kojiro, usahara, uramichi + your favs !

[dokifluffs]

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

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

genre: domestic, fluffy goodness yuhhh

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

Ikuya // Rin, Haru 

gif from @makeusfreefromthisfandom

Sosuke: ft. Rin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until stepping into the living room you two could hear it

The snores of Sousuke

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

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

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

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

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

They were so precious together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They went on talking for about ten-ish minutes

But it was getting much too long

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Makoto: 

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

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they were just so small

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

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

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

And then it hit him

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

But it hit him

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

“I just realized that I can’t move.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Standing, he took your son back into his arms

But of course this didn’t go as smoothly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[nutsuya]

♡ Free! Boys as Frat Boys ⨾

ft. natsuya, sousuke, seijuroo, kisumi, rin, makoto

w. frat au, kinda toxic?, jealousy, possessiveness, pda, implied exhibitionism, and a little ooc :3

a/n. I’m on a little break at work and I suddenly had a thought about the himbo love of my life natsu but I threw in the others as well.

꒰ Natsuya Kirishima ꒱

his shoulders will be your mount at every single party. competitive guy that he is, he always makes sure you guys are unbeatable — chicken fights especially, and everyone knows he’s a beast once he gets in the pool. he’s very proud that you’re able to hold your own. everyone in the frat house knows you’re off-limits! he even made a ‘special’ announcement at the frat house the day you said yes to him.

꒰ Sousuke Yamazaki ꒱

100% that guy who will come up to you when you’re talking to another guy and he’ll ask “is this guy bothering you?” tall, tan, lean drink of water that he is, of course every guy that comes up to you stops dead in their tracks. he wants to gatekeep you even though you had rejected his advances once or twice, only because he always seems to be surrounded by a flock of girls even though he doesn’t really seem interested. but he kinda grows on you the more he cockblocks every guy trying to hit on you. and who knows? maybe the only reason why you’re entertaining guys is just so he could do his little demo of how much he can make college boys scram with just his voice.

other girls would ask him to pay attention to them instead of you but he won’t budge. the man is persistent. “sorry girls, my eyes are only for ___.”

꒰ Seijuroo Mikoshiba ꒱

he’s a little lowkey about your relationship so when a junior hits on you, not knowing you’re with sei, the poor guy is definitely given a rough time by his seniors. seijuroo mostly just laughs it off and everyone thinks he’s just being old typical masochistic sei, who likes to torture his juniors, but he seriously hates it when a guy doesn’t know his place.

꒰ Kisumi Shigino ꒱

he’s sure of himself and he’s very secure. he doesn’t seem like he gets in a lot of trouble even though he’s constantly surrounded by hotheads*. lots of other guys would flirt with you, including some of his friends, and he does not feel threatened at all. he’d even go through some of the weird dms you get and you’d both get a laugh out of the stupidest things guys would send you.

his go-to explanation when asked why he doesn’t really do anything about it is “well, can’t help that ___’s gorgeous.”

꒰ Rin Matsuoka ꒱

*the hothead.

he gets into trouble for sure. he just gets so angry and over-protective of you. that’s why he makes sure that everybody knows who you belong to - both of you often found all over each other in parties, tongues sticking into each other’s throats, without a care in the world who’s watching, and no one dares to even breathe in your direction.

꒰ Makoto Tachibana ꒱

the guy you least expect would be in a frat. what started out as a friendly date turned into a series of hookups until both of you finally committed. you initially thought all these ‘meetings’ he frequented were of the academic sort since he’s always at the top of his game. it wasn’t a secret per se, he just didn’t know if you’d be comfortable with it. when he finally broke the news, you had so many questions: “have you ever gotten beat up?”, “have you ever beaten up someone?”, “what was your initiation like?”, “don’t tell me! are you one of those guys who ran across the track field naked with nothing a paper bag on their head?! one of those guys are super meaty and tall, you obviously fit the description!” - which he found really cute of you.

“who knows?” he simply hums.

[bloomingforerza]

May I please request headcanons for what kind of wedding and honeymoon the Style Five would have?

notes from bloom: hi!!!! im sorry this took so long. ive been stressing out and i could give u all of my excuses and tragedies but instead i’ll reward ur patience with ur request 🫶🏻🫶🏻

also for general notes please know not all of this is 100% accurate to japan’s marital laws and traditions, i just doubt some of our boys are destination wedding type men, and this is my idea of what they would enjoy.

Haruka Nanase

🫧 You better like water.

🫧 Maybe you won’t have to like it as much as Haru does, but be prepared for Haru to argue for the two of you to be wed in a pool.

🫧 Instead, you may settle for a beach. Haru would be able to rip his tux off after the wedding and take a dip, and you’ll join him as his bride.

🫧 It’s something that’s probably not normal for most people, but for those that know Haru, they know you’re partaking for the same reason you’re marrying him.

🫧 Meeting his elusive parents almost seemed like it was something you had only dreamt. It wasn’t like they were bad or weird people, they were just never home.

🫧 The wedding reception is super awkward for Haru. After being stared at by loads of people, talking to not just his friends and family about the same things and then to your friends and family about the same things was really socially exhausting for him.

🫧 Especially when his ridiculous best friends put together a speech that was actually pretty embarrassing thanks to Nagisa

🫧 So when it’s time to leave for your honeymoon, he’s more than relieved.

🫧 The two of you planned to set out to Okinawa for your vacation. Not too far from home, but also very beautiful and a great place to swim.

🫧 After getting married and not having a moment alone with you all day, all he wanted to do was swim with his wife.

🫧 And the moment you guys were able to set your suitcases in the hotel room after checking in, you changed and raced to the ocean.

🫧 Haru loves that you can bring a slight child-like sparkle when it comes to normal things.

Makoto Tachibana

🫧 This beautiful man is READY to marry you. He was ready the day he proposed and he couldn’t believe it when the day finally came.

🫧 Mako seems like the type to have a traditional Shinto-style wedding. He’d want to have it at a shrine too

🫧 (But if Mako’s fiance is foreign, he would also want to have a wedding that was traditional to your country.)

🫧 Considering it’s a traditional Japanese wedding, you had found the most beautiful white kimono for your wedding day, and it gave you chills looking at it morning of.

🫧 Ren and Ran were 15 now, so thankfully they were allowed to attend the wedding. Makoto purposely waited until they were older so they could behave they way they needed to (and they did great he was such a proud big brother)

🫧 The gift giving ceremony was definitely the most emotional part for you both. Aside from the goshugi, both of your parents had made you both matching aprons.

🫧 He definitely would love to honeymoon with you somewhere you two can be alone. He’s tired of being bothered by everyone

🫧 Probably somewhere in the mountains, in a cabin

🫧 He seems like the wholesome kinda man that’d wanna go camping, sit by a fire and stargaze with you

🫧 He’d dote on you the entire time, just appreciating the fact that you’re his wife now

🫧 He cooks all your meals for you the entire time you’re out there. He doesn’t want you to have to lift a finger after singlehandedly planning the entire wedding.

🫧 He just loves you so much and wants you to know he’d do anything for you. Never hurt him please

Nagisa Hazuki

🫧 Nagisa would love to get married in a penguin aquarium. He isn’t super religious I would (personally) think

🫧 Which mean’s his wedding would probably be more western style. Most traditional weddings aren’t at the penguin aquarium

🫧 He loves the idea of giving you pebbles like penguins do on the days leading up to your wedding

🫧 He’s so excited. And considering he went with the western style approach, he wanted Rei to be his best man

🫧 He almost said no, but Makoto convinced him with a whole “This is so important to him Rei you don’t understand” argument

🫧 Nagisa’s older sister Nanako is just as amazing as your husband. She offered to do your hair for the wedding; and she helped make your day special.

🫧 Since his parents aren’t always the most supportive of everything or everyone, he’s so happy that they love you. His mom greets you with a “I’m going to have another daughters!” the minute she walks into the room.

🫧 He’s sooooo excited for the honeymoon! One of the best places to scuba and snorkel in the world. Koh Tao, Thailand.

🫧 Between the penguins at your wedding and your deep-sea adventure honeymoon, he’s more obsessed with you than ever.

🫧 He’ll find your cute knickknacks while out and about and just buy them; seashell necklaces, little plushies of sea animals, and even some cool pieces of sea glass he’ll occasionally find on the beach

🫧 He’d honestly love to have picnics on the beach every night of the honeymoon. He always says it’s because ‘loves the view’

🫧 He’s so grateful for you and he’s so happy that he can enjoy the things he loves with the woman he loves

Rei Ryugazaki

🫧 Rei’s the kind of man that would love a destination wedding.

🫧 He’ll work hard for it. He wants a beautiful spot for it, and in his mind the best place for him to marry you in Paris.

🫧 He’s a man of beauty, and I personally feel like he’s an art man. He’d appreciate classic and timeless art.

🫧 I think he’d love to tour Italy for your honeymoon and spent a few days in Paris together. He’d need time alone with you eventually.

🫧 But he would 100% plan sightseeing trips for you and both of your families for your wedding week.

🫧 He would love to spoil you when it comes to the wedding and honeymoon. He’d love to just dote on you and show you amazing sights just to see the look of amazement on your face.

🫧 And when it came to the honeymoon, Rei had planned wine tours in Verona, art in Rome, food focuses in Bologna, fashion exhibitions in Florence, and of course a gondola ride in Vienna.

🫧 He’d tell you how amazing it is to be able to call you his wife now.

🫧He loves you so much and wants to give you the world but he can’t, so he’ll show you everything the world can offer instead

🫧 He wants to give it all to you. He would bring down the stars and hand them to you if he could.

Rin Matsuoka

🫧 Rin obviously wants a destination wedding, no questions asked.

🫧 He’d LOVE a Hawaiian wedding. As cliche as it may sound, he loves the way they look in western movies.

🫧 He’d invite his host family from Australia as well. They played a big part in his life, he couldn’t wait for you to meet them.

🫧 Gou was your maid of honor. Ever since you’d first met Rin, just a little while after he came back from Australia, she was always asking if you were dating her big brother yet

🫧 You both want everything to be perfect. You chose millennial pink for your color theme to match some of the flowers at your wedding. The bridesmaids all had flower crowns if hibiscus, baby’s breath and plumeria.

🫧 The cake was his favorite part. He’d always dreamed of a western style wedding that he had seen in movies, but he never imagined he could live his dreams right here with you

🫧 His mom cried the whole time about how much she’s going to miss her baby boy, but also told you she was glad she was entrusting him to you. She knew she could count on you to make sure this silly athlete takes a break once in a while.

🫧 The honeymoon was set to be in Hawaii, but Rin’s the type of husband who’d love to spoil you. He’ll book a side trip for just the two of you in Bora Bora.

🫧 One of the cute little island houses and everything, with a little wine-stocked fridge. He’d love a night swim with you under the stars

🫧 You’re his real dream come true. Swim is his passion and first love, but he swears you are the key to helping him succeed at everything he does

🫧 He’s going to big spoon you all night, and give you kisses on the back of your head and shoulders before going to sleep every single night he spends with you.

🫧 My personal favorite boy please never hurt him, he would fight off an orca whale for you if it really came down to it

[koiifysh]

Valentines Day with the Free! Boys 🌹

𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙮𝙖 🍰꒷︶꒦

Natsuya is a gentleman(child).

He crushes on you every time he's with you. It's like highschool all over again.

He's very romantic. Will write you a love letter, and put his favorite picture of you two in it. Takes you to an amusement park and gets you cute plushies from the claw machines. (Not to mention how you two share a cotton candy, it’s so freaking cute >_<)

He's so soft with you. Always holding your hand. You're very playful with Natsuya, so when you boop his nose with yours he just gets so flustered and melts internally, even though he's a grown man.

Gifts you a mixtape with all the songs he dedicates to you. (And the songs that reminds him of you.) Man's is just smitten for you.

“Gosh.. why’d you have to be so cute” Natsuya mumbles under his breath as he watches you play an arcade game.

𝙍𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙤𝙠𝙖 🦈꒷︶꒦

Soft loverboi.

He might look tough, but for you he's so soft.

Would get you small little gifts which remind him of you, because you're adorable.

Would probably take you for a long drive.

He's a pretty chill guy but gives you the princess treatment.

“You always look beautiful baby.” Rin says and kisses your head.

𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙔𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙠𝙞 🧸꒷︶꒦

The stoic (but loving) man.

Shows he doesn't care much about Valentine's Day, but internally he's panicking about what to get you, where to take you.

He takes you for a picnic. A cute afternoon picnic.

And all the food is made by Sousuke. He makes all your favorite dishes and snacks.

Also gets you a cute hair accessory 'cause he loves your hair and loves to play with it.

Sousuke hums softly as he plays with your hair. Your head on his lap. “Hm? No, I'm not-… blushing....” He pouts (Because he is!!)

𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙖 🎐꒷︶꒦

Malewife incoming.

This man, is so sweet. He would give you a love letter telling how much he loves you and what he appreciates about you.

Would take you to a cute cat cafe. (Because he loves cats so much and ofc you.)

Would buy you your favorite flowers.

He gets so shy when you hold hands. He loves your soft hands.

You stand on your tip toes and kiss Makoto's forehead as he leans down a little. “H-Huh..I-...” Poor baby was at a loss for words.

“-love you too.”

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙚 🐬꒷︶꒦

The dense but cute one.

Now Haru might be dense in most (romantic) cases but he knows about Valentine's Day and what's it about.

He makes mackerel for you :> (Please eat it even if you don't like it poor man made it with love.)

Sets up a romantic pillow fort with fairy lights and candles.

You both cuddle and watch movies all night. And of course, he didn't forget your gift. Gets you matching starfish rings with him.

“Cute,” he mumbles as he sees your figure asleep on his chest.

. ♡

[writingrock]

sorry, he's not feeling well

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

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

word count: 6k

requested by: @princeasimdiya12

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

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

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

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

Haa.. haah… nghh..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Being gagged … outside.”

Oh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A-ahg… mnphm.. y-yoouf-nn..” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We should do this again.”

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

border credits: @/enchanthings & @/adornedwithlight

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Take care

Anon asks. Free guys with Haru, Makoto, Rin, Asahi, Kadea, Hiyori, and Ikuya

Taking care (nsfw) fem(s/o) sexy time 😆 lol

A/n: Sorry, Anon. I'm not sure what you mean by "take care of him," but I tried, lol.

Hope you enjoy 😉 18+🔞

Haru After a calm day of rest, you told Haru you wanted to take care of him. Haru sat at the edge of the bed naked, watching you approach him only in your underwear. "Um y/n... how do you want to start?' He questions your motives. "Nothing, just let me take control today. "You said in a playful yet cute tone. You get on your knees,  placing yourself between him. "Ah! " haru flinches as you grabbed his exposed cock. "Wow you must really wanted me to do this♡." You took his already stiffened manhood fully in your mouth. "*sighs*" Haru tries everything in his power, too suppressed his voice. His voice was  coy, only letting thin and soft grunts escape as you stimulated him. "*sighs* So this is what you mean by take care... I'll accept this..."

Makoto Relaxing in bed after taking a shower, you felt the Urge to take care of Makoto. "Ahh♡ y/n, I'm getting so embarrassed!" he moaned as you Vigorously Strok his cock. The Sudden rush of intense pleasure made Makoto whole body weak. "* Sigh* Ahh.. I...I...damn it" he feels himself getting closer to his climax. Taking your time on every inch on him,  Your movements was fluid yet intense, provoking a great reaction out of him, but all good things come to an end, and you suddenly stop. "Huh?!" Makoto confused and shocked at your actions. "Makoto.♡" You giggled as you lower your body, positioning your hips and aligning your wet entrance with him.

" Oh...I'll try to last a little longer"

Rin: Cuddling together on a lazy Sunday afternoon, you wanted to take care of Rin. "Oh," he sighed, releasing any tension in his body. "I should let you do this more often....fuck are you purposely trying to drive me crazy?" He covers his face, masking his flush cheeks. He watches you adjust your hips to accommodate his length. "Rin... I'm going to start moving.. ahhh..rin♡" lowering your body ,passionately kissing him. You lift yourself up, looking down at him, eager to take him more. You fasten your pace stimulating Rins cock. "Ahh" he gave a breathless groans as he squeezes your lower back, Prompting a spine-tingling Reaction on your part.

"I want more of you....am I being too greedy?"

Kaede

After a long and eventful date at the beach, Kaede wants to take care of you. "damn... I needed this. "He grips the back of your knees pumping harder, while you tease your clit. "Ahhmm♡" you try your best to conceal your moans. "You're drooling, you love it that much?" he squeezes your breast, pitching your nipple to get a rise out of you. "S-shut up.. it feels so good, " your gaze was filled with lust.

"Hm? So you're being honest today... I like that side of you"

Asahi

On a chilly night, Asahi decides to take care of you. Soft moans and grunts filled the room. You gripped both his forearms as he pumped deeper into you. "Y/n, you're driving me crazy."His voice was firm yet gentle. You moaned, feeling a mixture of emotions inside. "Asahi♡..more!" You widen your legs, giving him more access to your womanhood. "Man.. I love how much you're taking all of me." He briefly stops thrusting to come down and kiss you. "You're so pretty... do you like it here??" He grips your hips pushy himself further inside you.

"Ahh.. I'm so happy I'm the only one who can see you like this"

Hiyori:

After spending a wonderful day with Hiyori, you wanted to show your appreciation so you take care of him. "Y/n.. ahh♡. " Hiyori falls onto his back, panting, Gripping your head as he tries his best not to move his hips. "Ahh.. i can't hold it in." He loves every moment of this, watching you take every inch of him , but he hates how sensitive  he is right now. "Y/n... you're so cute... I'm a mess." The room echoes with soft moans, whippers, short breaths, and muffled cries from you and Hiyori. Hiyori's hand pressed on to his mouth, concealing whatever sound he made. "Ahh, I'm so embarrassed at my own voice," he thought as he looked down at you.

"I'm going to have to return the favor when you're done."

Ikuya:

Laying down together watching a movie, Ikuya  Decide to take initiative and take care of you. "Your body's warm and squishy." he rubs your bare breast softly, pinching your sensitive nipple while leaving kisses along your jaw. "Ikuya...please♡ " You craved him to give you more love. "Ha.. someone's impatient... Today, I'm taking my sweet time. " he kisses you, entering his tongue in your mouth, loving and demanding for more. You felt overwhelmed by this sensation. "Mmhh ♡" you muffled  a quiet moan against Ikuya's lips. "Y/n..." He carefully glided his finger down your stomach to your crotch, finding his way underneath your damp panties.You awaited this very moment. The anticipation was killing you. He  caresses your ear.

"Don't worry, I know you want it, I'll give you everything"

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‘tis the season | free!

haruka nanase/matsuoka rin/tachibana makoto/yamazaki sousuke x gn!reader | fluff | ~1.2k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the free boys !! i would do anything to do anything domestic w rin like pls let me LEMME AT HIM. anyways, i left ikuya/kisumi/asahi outta this because i could NOT think of anything for them. AND ONCE AGAIN: REIGISA FOR LIFE, I AINT WRITING X READER FOR THEM. pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

nanase haruka actually enjoys watching christmas movies. he likes to make you dinner (mackerel) beforehand and get cozy underneath the kotatsu while you debate which movie you should watch. 

haru always chooses to watch elf, for some reason. you don't know why and he won't say why. but you always end up watching it with haru’s head resting in your lap and your fingers threading through his hair.

“you're laughing.” haru points out during the snowball scene in the movie, a soft smile reaching his eyes and making them crinkle. you raise an eyebrow at him before looking back up at the screen.

“yeah, elf’s funny!”

“i know, that's why i chose it.”

“because you think it's funny? i haven't seen you laugh once, haru!” you ruffle his hair lightly, earning a small whine from him.

“no, because you laugh. and i like it when you laugh. it's nice.” haru says simply, not taking his attention away from the screen. you raise your eyebrows as you look down at your introverted, sometimes emotionally constipated boyfriend.

of course, he's said romantic and sweet things to you before, but it always catches you off guard. his blatant honesty always comes out of nowhere and squeezes your heart till you're breathless. 

you resume combing through his feather soft, raven black hair with your fingers and sigh happily. you're never exactly sure how to respond, but you knew that haru was never one for words anyways.

matsuoka rin believes he's a master at decorating christmas cookies. he stands behind you and tries  to make it romantic by placing his hands over yours while you try to draw cute little drawings on the cookies.

but it really just ends up in a petty argument, much to both your chagrin and your delight. riled up rin is one of your favorite types of rins.

“why are you fighting me so much? i'm literally steering you in the right direction.” rin points a finger at the lopsided christmas tree on one of the cookies. “what is that?”

“christmas tree.” you answer with a shrug, purposely acting with such simple resolve that it made rin exasperated almost immediately.

“why does it look like that, though? it's uneven!” 

“well, it has its own style!” a sly smile spreads across your lips. “looks like you could stand to have some, too.” you inch toward him with the piping bag in your hands, before quickly reaching up and swiping a glob of green frosting across rin’s cheek.

he narrows his eyes at you and grabs a piping bag from the counter, squeezing till some frosting squirts out and hits you in the nose.

this continues on for longer than the two of you would've liked, since now the kitchen and your bodies are covered in red, white, green, blue, and yellow frosting. 

“i'm sorry.” rin huffs stubbornly, taking a wet paper towel and starting to wipe down the counter. “i just wanted the cookies to be perfect.”

you chuckle at rin’s furrowed eyebrows and slide up to him, splaying your hands against his chest while you hug him from behind. “who says they have to be perfect?”

he turns around in your hold, a soft smile relaxing his features. he takes your face in his hands, and you can tell he's fighting the blush that is breaking out across his cheeks. “perfect cookies for a perfect girlfriend?” 

you smile and lean up to press a kiss to his blue frosting speckled cheek. “sweet.” you grin at him, licking your lips.  

“now, let's go get cleaned up, hmm?” rin flashes you a toothy grin before grabbing you, tossing you over his shoulder with ease, and carrying you off to the bathroom.

tachibana makoto is a master at decorating the christmas tree, since he's had tons of practice helping his younger siblings do it. you've not met another man with a better eye for design than makoto. there was one thing that he absolutely could not do, however, which would leave him totally depressed and helpless if he ever decorated a christmas tree by himself. the star.

sometimes he's tall enough to just stand on the tip of his toes and plop the star down, but he likes to get big and majestic trees. and he just can't do it.

he's afraid of the height. although it's a mere six feet up off the ground, which he already naturally is, it's something about getting up on a ladder and falling such a short distance onto the hard ground below that makes his stomach churn.

but, of course, he has you to do this for him!

“okay, ready?” makoto’s arms are encircling your knees and he's squatting below you, ready to lift you up whenever you’re ready. you've got the star in hand, all whites and yellows and gems and sparkles—it's makoto’s favorite thing. his weakness.

“ready whenever you are, mako!” you smile down at him and he hoists you up, holding steady while you situate the star on top of the tree until you're satisfied with the look. he carefully lowers you back down and holds you by the shoulders while you flip the switch to turn on the christmas tree.

the christmas tree glitters and shines in all of its white and gold glory while you and makoto look on in pure joy. he leans down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head and wraps his around around your shoulders, bringing you back to rest against his chest.

“couldn't have done it with you, y/n.” he sighs happily, eyes glowing with joy in the light of the tree you brought to life together.

yamazaki sousuke is way too good at ice skating, like, it should be illegal for someone to be so handsome, so good at swimming, have such a good heart, and be good at ice skating. no one’s good at ice skating! especially not you.

you couldn't really help it, though. you had seen all these ads of this new pop up ice skating rink with an attached rooftop hot chocolate bar in downtown tokyo and you knew you just had to take your boyfriend there. 

you thought it'd be cute to glide around the rink, fingers intertwined with sousuke’s, then stop for some delicious hot cocoa afterward. but instead, sousuke has to carry you back to your shared apartment on his back while you moan in pain. you'd taken a pretty nasty fall five minutes into ice skating, effectively twisting your ankle to hell and cutting the date night incredibly short. 

sousuke sets you up on the couch, a pack of ice underneath your ankle, a blanket spread across your legs, and pillows propping you up.

“here you go, daredevil.” you look up to see sousuke holding a mug out to you, and you take it with a smile. you peer down into the mug and smile up at sousuke with excitement in your eyes when you see what's inside.

“you made hot cocoa?” you asked excitedly. sousuke smiles at you and places a kiss to your forehead before placing his own mug on the coffee table in front of the couch.

“'course i did, you didn't get to have any downtown.” sousuke gently moves your legs out of the way so he can prop them up on his lap, holding the pack of ice against your ankle for you.

“how are you so perfect, sou?”

“perfect for you.” he gives your leg a gentle, what was supposed to be affectionate, squeeze. you hiss in pain and he grimaces. “sorry, sorry!”

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[yanderecrazysie]

Dang I kinda forgot that you write for Free! as well. But anyway, Makoto Tachibana with a reader who's currently dating a kuudere (not Haru)?

Reader is the typical girl next door, like literally and metaphorically. She's his neighbor and a really nice and dependable one at that, she always happens to make the start of his day off to a good one no matter what kind of stresses are ahead of him that day. Also doesn’t help that she's really cute so naturally he grew to have a crush on her. The only flaw he ever saw in her, is her taste in men. As her boyfriend is always stoic and brutally honest (kinda like Akaashi with Bokuto), it's always frustrating to watch her throw her affections at him, dress cute for him in dates, and see her cling on his arm and he doesn't even try to reciprocate. Menwhile he's in the sidelines thinking to himself and swearing to the heavens that you deserve better. Having question like:

What do you see in him?

Does he even consider you his girlfriend? Does he even love you?

He doesn't even reciprocate your affections and he just insulted you, how could you still want him?

You turned me down...for that?

Ahhh such a great concept! The boyfriend turned more into a jerk than a kuudere, but I tried asdfghjkl.

Title: Treat You Better

Pairings: Tachibana Makoto x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Makoto’s sick of your jerk of a boyfriend.

“'Cause I know I can treat you better than he can

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman

Tell me, why are we wasting time

On all your wasted crying

When you should be with me instead?”

-From “Treat You Better” by Shawn Mendez

You were dressed up again. Pretty flowing dress, just casual enough to pass off as a day outfit. Your makeup was flawless, as usual, and your hair was pulled back into a bun, two locks of hair tastefully spilling down the sides of your face.

You were beautiful. Makoto always thought that, of course, but when you dressed up for Kaito, you always looked ethereal. 

Too bad your boyfriend never appreciated it.

You could dress up in a pageant dress and wear heavy makeup and all Kaito would say is “that’s not practical” or something cold like that. That, or he’d ignore your getup entirely. That was just the type of person your boyfriend was.

Makoto took the mail out of the mailbox. It was always so coincidental that he got his mail at the same time his angelic neighbor left for her first college class of the day. You never noticed, so he always used that moment to talk to you.

“Hey, (Y/n), how are you today?” Makoto called out.

You looked up with a smile, “I’m doing well, how are you, Makoto?”

“I’m doing great,” Makoto smiled back, albeit much more fondly.

You hovered at the end of the driveway, waiting for your boyfriend to come pick you up, as always. Makoto pretended to sift through his mail so he could stall for time. He wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.

A blue car tears up the road, squealing to a stop in front of your driveway. Your eyes lit up, hopeful. Kaito rolled down his window and, without missing a beat, said, “Your hair is messy.”

Makoto watched as you jerked in disbelief and then deflated, “It’s supposed to look like that… I thought it’d look pretty.”

“It doesn’t,” Kaito said bluntly, “Now get in, we don’t have time to spare.”

Makoto held his breath, silently begging you to stand up for yourself- to tell Kaito you’d drive yourself because of what a jerk he was.

“I love you,” you said, voice wavering. Kaito didn’t respond, merely staring blankly at you for a moment before saying, “We’re going to be late. Get in.”

You obediently opened the passenger side door and climbed in, tears sparkling in your eyes. Makoto bristled in anger, but kept quiet. 

Why didn’t you ever stand up for yourself? Why didn’t you break up with him? Makoto couldn’t understand it.

Why do you say “I love you” to someone who clearly doesn’t love you back?

And yet, when Makoto spied in on you and your boyfriend whenever you were both at your house next door, you clung to him like your life depended on it, kissed him like you desperately needed it, and hugged him tightly as though you might break apart if you didn’t. And how did Kaito respond? He ignored you, didn’t reciprocate, and stood there stiff-armed as you wrapped your arms around him.

What did you see in him?

Hours later, that stupid blue car squealed to a stop outside your house once more. Makoto watched from between the curtains as you got out and waved goodbye to your boyfriend. The minute his car was out of sight, you buried your face in your hands and cried.

Makoto’s heart twisted and he found himself rushing out of his house and over to you. He knew it would look suspicious, but he could explain it away as him noticing you crying when he walked by the window, or something like that.

You wrapped your arms around him and sobbed into his chest, “What am I doing wrong? Why won’t he love me back? He’s my boyfriend but he acts like he can’t stand me!”

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” Makoto soothed you, running a hand through your hair (you had taken down your bun, probably self-conscious about the remark your boyfriend had made), “It’s his fault for acting so cold.”

He pulled back to look at your tear-streaked face and made the suggestion he’d been wanting to make since day one, “You should break up with him. You deserve someone who would treat you better.”

“I can’t!” you protested, “I love him!”

Makoto winced at the words, “It doesn’t seem like a healthy relationship. You’re putting so much more into it than he is.”

You bit your lip, considering his words, “I don’t know. I just… God, I don’t know.”

“I’ll be here for you, no matter what you choose,” Makoto said gently.

The truth was, though, that Makoto couldn’t take much more of this torture.If you chose Kaito, he may just have to kill him.

[ominouslywritinginmyhead]

Pairing: Makoto Tachibana x Acespec!Reader; 2.9k

Tags: Angst, Suggestive (?) Hurt/Comfort, Fluff (?)

Notes and Warnings: reader is feminine-coded but i tried to make ‘em gn, internalised (and external) aphobia (a lot), suggestive themes/open discussions about sexuality and sexual activity, reader is basically Going Through It and so is ya girl, happy ending so don’t worry, Makoto Tachibana basically being the green flag to end all green flags

Summary: You find Makoto Tachibana so easy to love, and why not? He’s the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. The problem is, you’re starting to worry you might not be able to love him the right way.

Banner made by me (Canva & Unsplash), divider credits @anonimusunnoaniswriting

A/N: don’t mind me, just processing many complicated feelings about my sexuality.

In the four and a half months you’ve dated Makoto, you have found him easy to love.

His smile is brighter than the sun. The way he holds your hand with such tenderness warms your heart. He’s not the best texter, but you can’t help smiling at his attempts to use exclamation marks when he messages you first thing in the morning. He likes to try his hand at crane games when you’re out on dates, and even snagged a fluffy bunny keychain for you once.

When he kisses you, he always checks first to see if you want it, whether verbally or otherwise. He holds you close and carefully, but not as though you’re a fragile being. He admires your goals and supports you as you chase your dreams.

Why, then, does something still feel off?

Why do you feel as though your love for him, which has come so easily since the day he confessed to you, is not quite right?

You lie on his bed, staring at the open book in your hands. It’s obvious what’s wrong, even if Makoto is too gentlemanly to say it.

And it’ll be a cold day in hell before you open your mouth about it either.

Makoto calling your name softly breaks into your thoughts, and you turn to stare at him. “Everything okay?” he asks, seated at the low table. “You’ve been staring at that page for the last twenty minutes.”

“I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.” You smile, hoping he doesn’t see how strained it is. But this is Makoto - if he can read people like Haru and Sousuke, he will unfortunately be able to read you.

If Makoto does sense something wrong, he doesn’t say. Instead, he returns to his work. “You know,” he tells you, not looking up from his tablet, “we both have some free time coming up in August. Let’s go on a holiday together.”

You turn and watch him. He hasn’t been to the barber in some time; strands of his light brown hair fall in front of his brilliant green eyes as he watches videos of the swimmers he coaches and makes notes on their performance at the recent tournament. “Where should we go?” you ask.

“The seaside?” he suggests. “Or maybe the mountains, since it’ll get really hot in summer.”

“Mountains sound nice.” You hum, setting your book aside. “It’ll be good to get away from the heat for a bit.”

“It will,” Makoto agrees. He finally looks up from his work and smiles at you, the sight bringing you peace. It’s hard to be stressed when you’re with him.

But there’s still something you can’t shake from the back of your mind. The feeling that you’re missing something important in your love and care for him. The feeling that you’re loving him the wrong way.

When you meet your friends who have partners, the way they talk about relationships leaves you in the dust. You have all been raised in the same language, been educated in the same language for well over a decade. And yet, when they speak of touch and heat in the body, it’s as though they’re speaking a completely different language that you’ve never heard of in your entire life.

You read the great poets of the world, and no matter where they come from, they talk of the same things. It’s not just love talk - it’s something else. You read about tongues and flames and silken sheets and none of it makes any sense.

When you see couples at parties or in dark corners near Shinjuku, the gazes and touches seem so normal for them. Why isn’t it like that for you?

Why isn’t your relationship with Makoto normal like everyone else’s? Why do you have to be like this?

So when Makoto taps at the tablet screen a few days later and says “Let’s spend a couple of days here,” your blood runs cold, because you know what it means for a couple to stay overnight in the same room. And you don’t know if you can give Makoto what he probably wants. What everyone wants from someone they’ve been dating for almost five months. Six months by the time you two reach the resort.

He says something else, but you don’t hear, your heart pounding in your ears. Makoto’s never pushed you for anything in this relationship, but he surely has needs. They all do. Does he need you in that way too?

If you say no, he won’t do anything. But what if it’s always a no? What if you never feel that…that desire that comes so naturally to everyone else? What if you can never give him what he wants? What they all want?

Makoto is so easy to love, but something must be wrong with you because despite being so wonderful, so handsome, so perfect…he is so hard to desire.

****

Even so, you do look forward to the rest of the trip. It’ll be good to get away from the city and how hot the place gets in August. Plus, the two of you haven’t had much time to spend together lately thanks to work and stuff. The occasional day off at his apartment or yours is getting rarer by the week. So a two-night retreat to the mountains is something you both need for a million reasons.

Your lodgings have the most amazing view of the nearby lake and mountains, and there’s a stone bench that’s perfect for sitting together and watching the sunset.

Makoto handled the bookings, so you examine the framed photos in the lobby while he gets the room keys. Hopefully the beds are at least separate, because cuddling on Makoto’s bed (or yours) for a few hours is not the same as sleeping in the same bed with him all night.

It would be nice to wake up in Makoto’s arms, though.

He calls your name in that soft voice you’ve come to love so deeply. He’s always so gentle with you, even when you’re not touching. You walk with him down the hallway till you reach the room. Maybe it’ll be okay. Maybe you can just make it work somehow. You love Makoto a lot, after all. You don’t mind doing something that’s probably not your cup of tea if it’s with him—

“Here’s your key. I’m just next door.”

You blink, staring at the keychains in his hand. Keychains.

“We-we’ve got separate rooms?” You blurt out.

“We do.” He tilts his head. “I said I’d get us single rooms, remember?”

“You did?” You can’t help the relief in your voice.

“Of course I did; I wasn’t going to…” he trails off, and something occurs to him. “Ah.”

It’s the only time he’s given you a smile that sad. The sight breaks your heart, and a part of you wonders if you messed up. Does he know? Does he suspect?

You’re not sure if you want to know the answer.

“Would you mind if I came into your room for a bit?” Makoto asks. “I think there’s something we need to talk about.”

****

The two of you drop your bags in a corner of the small lodge room. There’s one bed, a table and chair, and a door leading to the bathroom, with a sliding door opening to reveal the balcony with its gorgeous view of snowcapped peaks in the distance.

Makoto sits on the bed and pats the space next to him on the mattress. You join him there, hesitant to go closer. What will he say?

In the moments before he speaks, you watch him closely. In the old photos and videos, Makoto still towers over almost everyone else, but he’s always holding back. He would get embarrassed quite easily, and rarely assert himself in a way that matched his stature. But adulthood has given him the confidence he needs to express himself clearly, and he actively works to become a rock everyone can rely on for support, without burning himself out too much..

Makoto watches you too, and takes your hand in both of his. “I know something’s troubling you,” he says, meeting your eyes. “It’s been bothering you for a while, hasn’t it? That’s why you were so nervous when we got here.” He pauses. “And I think I know what it is.”

Your stomach lurches. This is it. This is the end of the best love you’ve ever had…

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out. “I thought I could handle it, and I don’t think I’d really mind if it’s you because I really love you and I’m okay with trying different things as long as you’re here, but I keep thinking about it and trying to make myself more okay with it because it’s supposed to be a normal part of relationships and everyone else is okay with it too, but nothing works because it doesn’t make any sense no matter how hard I try….”

Your eyes burn with tears that you can barely hold back. How do you explain to your boyfriend that you can’t feel any desire for him without making it sound like an insult? That you love him with all your heart, but you don’t know if you’re able to feel something for him that would make you eager to have sex with him. That you might never be able to have sex with him because you don’t understand how desire and sexual attraction is supposed to work no matter how hard you try, and it’s not his fault; it’s you who’s the problem. “I’m-I’m sorry,” you finish. “If you…if you want to end things here, I won’t hold it against you.”

“End things?” Makoto repeats incredulously. “Why on earth would I do that?”

When you don’t answer, he says it for you. “Is it because you think us not having sex means our relationship isn’t a real one?”

That’s what everyone says. People annul marriages if they’re not consummated. If you don’t have sex, you’re immature and missing out. You’re a prude, and not understanding sexual attraction just means you’re childish and need to grow up.

The language of desire has always eluded you. Back in high school and college, you just assumed - as did others - that you were a late bloomer. But you’re in your mid-twenties and the only person that’s ever made you feel like you understand desire is that one guitarist who used to perform in skimpy outfits that revealed his thighs. And even then that’s a celebrity crush or whatever. When it comes to the people around you, when it comes to your boyfriend whom you love so much, you still don’t know what it means to truly want someone like that.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat. “Something’s wrong with me.”

“Why would you ever say that?” The pain in Makoto’s voice is too much to bear, and you drop your head.

“I can’t love you the right way, I can’t give you what you need…”

You don’t know what to expect after you admit your deepest fears, your dark secret, but when he presses his lips to your forehead, you freeze.

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” he says. “I made you feel like you couldn’t talk about this to me. I love you so much, and I want you to be able to tell me anything. Especially if it’s about us.”

You’re about to stop his apology, but he continues. “And if I ever made you feel like you had to have sex with me just to prove you love me, I’m sorry about that too.”

“There’s…there’s nothing to apologise for,” you mumble, still avoiding his gaze. Those green eyes can see right through you, and you don’t think this is the time for that. “You didn’t do anything.”

Makoto’s not done, though. “I want you to know that I will never push you to do anything you don’t want to. I promise. Sex is not some magic potion that makes relationships perfect, and not having it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with what we have together. Or anything missing, for that matter.”

Finally, you glance up. His eyes are brimming with worry, but he strokes your hair with a steady hand. “It feels like something’s not right,” you admit, letting a single tear trickle down your cheek. “Everyone else handles it just fine. I’m the only one who can’t feel that way. Something must be wrong with me, with the way I love you—”

“Nothing is wrong with you,” Makoto says firmly. But on seeing your face, he eases up. Before continuing, he lies down on the bed and extends an arm, inviting you closer.

You’ve cuddled up with him so many times before; why are you hesitating now?

Slowly, you lean against him, letting him wrap that arm around you, holding you close. He hums for a moment before saying, “There’s no such thing as a right way to love someone. We all express our feelings in different ways. I don’t need you to show me your desire to know how much you love me. And I think you already know how much I love you. I don’t need desire or sex to prove it.”

He turns on his side to look down at you, the love in his eyes almost bringing you to tears again. “Like I said, I don’t need sex to feel how much you love me. I feel it when you send me photos of the cats in your neighbourhood. When you held my hand and squeezed it during that typhoon. When you buy an extra chocolate cake from the pastry shop.”

Makoto strokes your cheek. “And remember: there’s nothing wrong with not feeling what you say everyone else feels. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

You bury your face in his chest. A part of you wants to believe him, to believe that you’re just fine the way you are. But it’s so hard.

“Remember,” he says quietly. “I will never force you to do something you don’t want. If you say no, then that’s it.”

“What if I always say no?” You voice the deepest fears in your heart, the possibility that you might never end up saying yes.

He kisses the top of your head. “Then you always say no, and that’s what we follow. I promise, I won’t push you into anything or guilt you into saying yes. If you do say yes, I want you to say it without worrying about me. And if you never say yes, then I want you to say it without feeling guilty. I can look after myself, don’t worry.”

You didn’t expect to have such a frank conversation with Makoto, but hearing those words - “I don’t need sex to feel how much you love me,” “There’s nothing wrong with you,” “I won’t push you into anything or guilt you into saying yes,” - has the world looking so much clearer, no longer clouded by the shadows that have plagued you all along.

Truth be told, you don’t know what the future holds. You don’t know if you’ll ever reach a point that’ll make you want to say yes, to want Makoto in the way everyone says is normal. You don’t know if you'll always end up saying no.

But in this moment, you can be sure of one thing:

You’ll always be safe in Makoto’s arms.

When he kisses you, it’s hesitant in a way it hasn’t been for a long time. He cups your cheek and brushes his lips against yours. Eyes closed, you feel the strands of hair he still has to cut tickle your skin, and the hardness of his chest beneath your palms.

And underneath that, you can feel his rapid heartbeat, like he’s still a boy experiencing the giddiness of love for the first time.

He needs some coaxing from you to deepen the kiss the way he likes to when he kisses you, taking things slow as he revels in your touch and taste. He pulls you so close it’s almost as though the two of you are one: your fingers interlocked behind his back, his legs entangled with yours. He whispers something against your lips that you don’t quite catch, but a part of you knows what he’s saying even then.

Makoto loves you. And when he loves someone, he does it with every fibre of his being, all the way down to his soul.

And you love him the same way.

****

Much later, you fiddle with the deck of cards he brought along. “Do you want to play something?” Makoto asks.

“Maybe,” you muse, humming, legs tangled with his.

He smiles as you shuffle the cards, your hands occupied. So there’s absolutely nothing you can do when he tickles your neck. And your sides. And your tummy.

You squeal at the touch and roll away, laughing. “Makoto!” you scold him. “Don't make me fall off the bed!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, but he’s laughing too.

A few cards slip out of the deck and land on the mattress. You pick them up, and see that one of the cards is face-up.

It’s the ace of hearts. It’s always been your favourite card, but you could never explain why. When you were a very small child, you used to make the deck into a royal court and pretend that the ace of hearts was a princess who rode horses to far-off lands and never married a prince, unlike the other cards. Even when her parents, the king and queen of hearts, scolded her, she always had a happy ending in your stories and games. There was nothing wrong with her. She just experienced the world differently.

Funny how things can come full circle over twenty years.

[husbandograveyard]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Sundress Characters featured: Makoto (Free!), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @ominous-meme [a/n]: While clothes do not have a gender, I was momentarily struggling to make the prompt fit a GN reader, and had to redo my original plan. I actually liked the way this turned out though, and I hope you do too! Enjoy!

They say a sundress on a woman is one of the most beautiful and flattering things she can wear. The feel of summer, the flowy fabrics, usually decorated with beautiful patterns, there was something that elevated her presence and made her all the more attractive. 

Now you weren’t quite sure about those sundresses, but now that summer came to an end, Makoto had gotten his flannel shirts out of the closet again, an alternative to a light jacket whenever the evenings got a little too cold to just keep walking around in a t-shirt. 

And that had an effect on you. You weren’t quite sure what about the red and black pattern called out to you the most, but it was like a celebration of the end of summer, a cuddly feeling that you couldn’t describe in any other way than ‘home’. They were soft, and warm, and you liked the feeling of the fabric against your bare arms when you hugged him. You liked the way they smelled like him, when you secretly steal them from the chair to wear them around your apartment. You love the way he smiles when he finds you in one, and when you reject his offer to get you one as well. ‘It’s not the same, it doesn’t smell like you, it’s not like home.’ He laughs and hugs you close. You continue, holding on to him. “A shirt is like home?” “Yes, cause it reminds me of you.”

[zmbiesuga]

BETTER MAN

you've made him a better man. he doesn't even think twice about that statement because he knows it as fact. it's not like he's some superhero movie villain that you needed to fix, or that he's some cold apathetic monster. no, you've instead help him heal his traumas that seemed impossible to until now. you've cemented the cracks in his heart with gentle love, one that can't be replaced. you have helped him mold himself into the man he wants to be. you've stuck by him through every single thing and taught him how to be a better person, following in the path of your loving example. you've made him a better man, and he is forever grateful for it.

★ HQ : ATSUMU, kita, daichi, suna, osamu, IWAIZUMI, kyoutani, ukai, akaashi

★ FREE! : RIN, sousuke, natsuya, makoto, ikuya, noa

★ SK8 : cherry, JOE, shadow

+ whoever else you guys imagine!

a/n: happy easter to those who celebrate! have this quick little drabble as a gift from my brain

[thatanimewriter]

WATERWORKS.

➳ synopsis: who cries on their wedding day (they all do)

➳ character/s: nanase haruka, tachibana makoto, ryugazaki rei, hazuki nagisa, matsuoka rin, yamazaki sousuke, nitori aiichirou, mikoshiba momotarou, kirishima ikuya, kirishima natsuya, serizawa nao, shigino kisumi, shiina asahi, toono hiyori

➳ warnings: swearing, reader is the one walking down the aisle (rei) but otherwise no roles mentioned

➳ notes: i don’t know where i got this idea from, it popped into my head and i looked at the list of characters i write for and thought that this worked the best for the free! cast. also, i can’t imagine any of them NOT crying?? maybe to varying degrees, but they’d all shed a tear or a thousand

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

CRIES IN PRIVATE

── 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄.

listen

sousuke is a strong man

he’s not, but let’s just pretend he is

he doesn’t cry over things like this

yes he does

but when he saw you for the first time in your wedding outfit, he nearly broke

nearly

but like we said

he’s a strong man

he doesn’t CRY at things like YOU in a JAW-DROPPING OUTFIT >:((

this is unheard of 

he’s perfectly fine and it’s just dust thank you very much

── 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀.

he won’t cry in front of you or the guests

because he’s just

stubborn

but when he returns for the reception

and you ask him if he cried

because his eyes are kinda swollen and red

lies

absolute lies

he said he just took a breather

but you know he went off on his own to sob to himself

because the remnants of tears are still there

and no, you’re not gonna mention it

── 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐈.

he couldn’t lie

he almost got teary just seeing you for the first time

but he managed for the ceremony

as for in between the ceremony and reception?

don’t worry about it :))

he just needs a moment to sob it out

but it’s a happy sob

he’s definitely yelling to himself how happy he is about marrying you

and as private as he wanted this moment to be, everyone CAN hear him

he is a very loud man

everyone doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing

 but one can assume he’s jumping up and down like a kid

── 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐈.

probably in denial a bit 

he didn’t imagine this would ever happen

so this still feels kinda like a dream

only until the wedding finished

and he woke up the next day to see you sleeping next to him

wedding ring glinting in the morning sun

tears

immediately starts crying

because he’s not alone anymore ;v;

and he has you

he’s 100% embarrassed he’s crying over this

and he’s 100% glad that he did cry the day after

── 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐎.

very level-headed

he’s very absorbed in him not fucking up his vows

but once the ceremony is over

he’s done for

just stood by himself for an extended period of time

SNIVELLING

the poor man

he cleans himself up before coming back to you

but you know what he’s been doing

and honestly

mood

because you’re probably not any better :))

JUST A LITTLE BIT OF CRYING

── 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.

what a little bitch

he can remain as stoic as he wants

but you don’t miss the tear that rolls down his cheek

his eyebrows raise just a fraction

and this look of absolute admiration crosses his face

haru.exe has stopped working.

in middle school, you’d never see him cry

EVER

but how can he not shed a tear when you’re getting married?

our usually unemotional bean is in a place he thought he would never be

and god

it feels so fucking good 

── 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈.

he has an obsession with beauty

we all know this

so when this beautiful THING (you) appears

gone

lip quivering like crazy

vision gone blurry even though he’s got his glasses on

and a lump in his throat

can barely get through his vows

honestly, you’re happy he cried

because you had said previously

‘if you don’t cry when i walk down the aisle, i’m turning around and we’re trying that again.’

so it’s good that he got it right the first time-

── 𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔.

what a soft boy ;v;

audible gasp when he sees you for the first time

jaw dropped and just staring

he doesn’t even notice he’s started crying a little bit until you comfort him

he’s fine with it though

it’s HIS (and your) wedding day

he can CRY if he fucking wants >:((

i say that as if he would be able to control it

he can’t

not a single thread of toxic masculinity in this man

he would wrap you in such a tight hug and cry into your shoulder

but he wouldn’t ruin your outfit, he can wait until you get home and can finally go to bed

── 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐈.

this tease oml

he’s still gonna keep it light-hearted

this is your wedding day after all

makes the stupid ‘kiss me’ joke

but he can’t finish it without his throat closing up

and his eyes filling with tears

he claims he had a flashback moment

where your entire relationship just flashed before his eyes

you’re pretty sure he’s just emotional

BUT if that’s what helps him sleep at night-

you’re not complaining

because he’s your husband from that day onwards, you’ll let him process it however he needs

LITERALLY A WATERFALL

── 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐎.

it took waking up for this bitch to cry

i am not kidding

he woke up and chose tears

it has been 3 minutes after waking up

and he’s already a goner

he can’t wait for the actual ceremony where he continues to cry like a baby :))

and that he did

cried through the entire ceremony

but survived well enough

he can’t give a speech at the reception though

he’s hopeless

hides his face in the paper he wrote his speech on and got it wet ._.

── 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐀.

he doesn’t know what emotion he is

is he crying of happiness, excitement or fear?

probably all three

manages to calm down

after the rest of the style five boys give him some more confidence

and then their work is immediately reversed the moment he sees his parents in the front

and then he improved a little bit

and then he went right back to being a mess

because of your mere presence

and the words ‘ i now pronounce you’

the rest of that sentence was a blur because he just dove in to kiss you

probably cried about the wedding for the rest of the week

── 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.

oh boy

he’ll cry at anything

so his wedding day will be a moment and a half

anxious knee-bouncing on the car ride to the venue

and anxious sighing until the ceremony starts

he both desperately wants to see you and wants you to stay far away

can’t get through his vows without sobbing

he went through an entire tissue box by himself

CEREMONY ONLY

and he cried most of the way through that as well

especially the speeches

my god, the speeches...

── 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔.

likely said he’d be fine

and uhh, yeah

he definitely wasn’t

his shirt is probably soaked

don’t even bother with the blazer

it’s ruined

he’s in a whirlwind of emotions

and he doesn’t know how to escape it

because when this absolute piece of art is standing in front of him

his brain malfunctioned

after the vows and everything he was fine though

that night when you went to bed he wasn’t

── 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀.

ikuya is an emotionally troubled man

and it fucking shows

he’s literally never felt like crying more

natsuya and hiyori bullied him for it FOR SURE

which made him super embarrassed

and probably made him cry harder-

the first time he saw you, he tried suppressing it

failed

tried to get through his vows without crying or fucking it up

failed

tried to regain his composure for the speeches during the reception

failed.

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Anon asked: Could I request the reader having scars on her thighs and arms from past self-harm, and her boyfriend, Makoto learning about it through her going swimming for the first time around him?       

Of course anon dear! I'm going to assume you mean Makoto from Free. If that's not correct, please let me know. I hope you enjoy this request hun!

If you enjoyed this, please consider buying me a coffee.

[TW: mentions of past self-harm and descriptions of scars.]

You gave a sigh as you analyzed your reflection in the full length mirror in the girls' locker room at the beach.

Makoto, the ever loving boyfriend wanted to bring you to the beach for a special date, just the two of you and the silver linning to this was the beach was actually empty today. Nobody was around even though it was a beautiful day, but you were grateful for it since it was one less thing to worry about.

Your hands smoothed over your arms and thighs where light colored scars adorned your soft skin. It was noticable which was why you always had your arms and legs covered, or at least tried to. It was hard when the Summer heat was blazing and you got questioning looks wearing a cover up and jeans when it was over 100 degrees.

The swimsuit was cute and a one piece it was black and had sunflowers all over it. The bottom had ruffles giving the illusion that it was a skirt. It did make your scars more prominate making you second guess going out there. You felt bad...poor Makoto has been waiting for you for a while.

Sighing and taking a moment to ground yourself, you turned and walked out of the locker room with your clothes in hand. You started to walk toward the towels that your boyfriend had laid out under the umbrealla. A smile appeared as you saw he was relaxing on the towel enjoying the sun. He needed this, he worked too hard and always though of everyone before himself and with you both going into college in a few weeks you wanted him to relax and unwind as much as he could.

He had his eyes closed on the beach towel and you quickly threw your clothes on your bag and grabbed one of your cover ups to hide your scars. Making sure they were covered, you carefully sat on the towel next to him.

"You look relaxed Mako." He peeked over at you with a grin that turned into a frown. "I though you were changing Y/N?" I smiled down at him. "I did...I just was a little chilly is all." He sat up on the towel and reached for your hand holding it gently.

"Y/N, we both know you're not chilly, what's going on?" You squeezed his hand and sighed. Over the two years that you both have been together you haven't told him about yours scars and how you used to self-harm. It was a sensitve topic for you, one that you try to forget about, but the scars are always a reminder. They remind of you of how far you've come, you were in a dark place some time ago and hurting yourself was a form of escape, but after getting some therapy, some medication and bettering myself, you stopped, but the scars always hold as a reminder.

Turning to Makoto you let go of his hand and took off your cover-up, yours scars stuck out with the sun out and bright. "No...I'm not chilly, I was hiding my body, more specifically my scars from you." You streached your arm and leg out lifting up the peek a boo bottom of your swimsuit to show him the scars on my thighs and arms.

He grasped your arm gently and looked at the scars adorning it. You weren't sure what the look on his face read, so you continued to talk. "I..I used to self-harm a few years back, this was before we got together...I was in a bad place mentally and the only thing that made me feel good was hurting myself and I used to hide it until one day I cut too deep and had to get stitches for it. After that, I went to therapy and got put on some medication and I'm in a better place, but I still have these scars and I..I don't like showing them."

Makoto listened to you as you confided in him about this and when you were done, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you. You were surprised by the kiss, but accepted it nonetheless as your arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled back from the kiss and softly kissed the scars on your arms.

"Thank you for telling me Y/N, I know it was hard for you to tell me something like that, but I'm glad you did. I love every single aspect of you and that includes these scars. They tell me that you overcame something and you're stronger for it. I don't want you to hide them, but I know that'll take time."

You felt tears start to fall at his words. You knew Makoto would be understanding, but for him to say such sweet words, you knew you found the one. "I love you Makoto, t-thank you for saying that...for everything."

He brought you into a hug, holding your body close to his. "I love you too Y/N, I'm here for you through thick or thin." You hugged him back, the soft beach breeze blowing through your hair as you both stayed there enjoying each other on the quiet beach.

[bloomingforerza]

Free! Head Cannons: Being their girlfriend would include…

notes from bloom: hi guys. i know it’s been a minute, i’ve been losing my motivation to write recently. but i rewatched all of free last week and i remembered how much i was in love with rin and makoto so without further ado, here’s a little gift ❣️

tags: fluff!!!!, suggestive content in rins hc, style 5

Haruka Nanase

🫧 Haruka loves to spend most of his time in the water, so obviously this means many, many swim dates

🫧 And lots and lots of mackerel

🫧 He loves swimming with you though, he loves you almost as much as he loves water. You can’t ever keep up with him when he tries to race you, but he’s learned to slow down for you.

🫧 His favorite thing about you is the fact that you’re supportive of everything he does. Haru wants to practice? You’ll help him achieve a new personal best. He wants to go shopping? You’ll help him pick out the best outfits and swim suits.

🫧 He also loves to cook with you. You’re an amazing cook, so he really loves when you sleep over and get to cook breakfast for him. You know he loves mackerel, but you try to get him to eat real breakfast foods from time to time.

🫧 Speaking of which, since Haru lives alone, ever since he started dating you he’s come to hate being alone. He wants you to be there with him, so he invites you to sleep over often.

🫧 Believe it or not, he’s super touch starved, so he’s probably gonna want to be held while he sleeps the first few times you sleep together. He loves being the little spoon.

🫧 He does have the annoying habit of not locking the door though. Makoto will come to wake the two of you up and almost forgets about it upon seeing Haru snuggled into you, your arms wrapped around him tight.

🫧 Makoto is Haru’s number one cheerleader, he’s so happy for you two. He’s Haru’s best friend, so it makes him happy to have Makoto’s support.

Makoto Tachibana

🫧 Makoto is a soft, simple man, the pure definition of gentle giant.

🫧 And that surely translates into your relationship.

🫧 He’s a romantic, he has the biggest heart you’ve ever seen. He wants to hold you, feed you, care for you, and protect you.

🫧 He’ll take you out for picnics, on coffee dates, even swim dates too once in a while. Beach dates are also common in the summer

🫧 Mako’s favorite dates with you though are the ones where he gets to take you out with his friends. He’s all about family and he loves his friends, he wants to be able to incorporate his time with you sometimes with his time with them

🫧 And it works because his friends love you, all of them. Haru, Ikuya, and Asahi. Some days after classes you meet up with them at Asahi’s sister’s place.

🫧 He also loves cat cafe dates. He loves getting to pet all the kitties that want his attention, and he’s always more than happy to give it to them. He secretly wants to adopt a cat with you, but he’ll save sharing that thought for another day.

🫧 He loves feeding you. He loves knowing he’s the reason you’re eating well. He’ll cook for you, and he loves to cook with you. And if you hate deciding what to eat then that’s okay to, because he’ll remember all of the foods you love, and pay attention to what you don’t like.

🫧 Very big spoon. He loves to hold you and protect you from anything outside of your bubble. He’s so large around you it sends you into sub-space sometimes, in a non sexual way of course. He just makes you feel that safe and loved.

🫧 He’s very attentive towards you. Sometimes you might feel out of place, but he’s always quick to try and make the bad feelings go away before they can fester. He wants to be the reason you smile.

🫧 Overall, if your future husband isn’t Makoto, you don’t want him. There is no one more perfect to you.

Nagisa Hazuki

🫧 Nagisa is pretty hyper and all over the place so buckle in for the ride

🫧 He loves to sneak off with you during lunch. Sometimes he’ll invite Rei, but where’s the fun in that?

🫧 Rei is often left third wheeling since Nagisa hates excluding him, but Rei never minds it because he loves you.

🫧“You and Nagisa are like night and day, so how did he manage to get you to fall in love with him?” He’ll always ask, but you’ll just shrug and give Nagisa a kiss on the cheek.

🫧 Nagisa loves inviting you to swim practice. You aren’t a member of the team, but he loves having you there to watch him show off compared to the other guys. Having you there motivates him to do his very best.

🫧 You’ll bring snacks and hand them out after they finish practice. Nothing horrific like Gou that one time with the chocolate filled rice balls, and Rei appreciates that you always try to pick up fruit or protein bars.

🫧 He looks forward to Sundays. He tries to plan surprises for you every Sunday. It could be a trip to the beach, a visit at the aquarium, or even out to play laser tag, we all know he’s a child at heart.

🫧 Definitely likes being the little spoon, but will be the big spoon if you’re having a bad day. He knows he feels safe and loved in your arms, so he knows you need that same feeling sometimes too.

🫧 He can’t cook but he’ll definitely feed you cookies by hand that’s for sure. He knows what your favorite snacks are.

🫧 Dating Nagisa definitely comes with a new adventure every day.

Rei Ryugazaki

🫧 Rei learned from books on how to be a good boyfriend.

🫧 Unfortunately Rei should know by now that not everything works with the answers in books. Some things just take time and practice.

🫧 Relationships are one of those things. And you are always ever so patient with Rei.

🫧 Your patience is definitely his favorite thing about you. You’re always helping him in the life skills department, while he’s always helping you in book smarts.

🫧 He’s a baker. He always thought ladies loved sweets more than they loved anything, so he picked up baking somewhere in life. He bakes for you all the time, so make sure you have a sweet tooth for him

🫧 He likes to take you out to try new foods, and it ends up becoming your go to date idea.

🫧 Rei also loves doting on you. He wants to hold your hand all the time, and he’ll hand you things with a soft kiss to your temple. He’d wash dishes and fold your laundry if you lived together.

🫧 Rei is also probably lenient when it comes to being big or little spoon, he doesn’t care as long as he’s close to you. This man loves cuddles from you, he swears they recharge his brain after a long day or training.

🫧 Rei would probably enjoy running with you in the morning though. He loves working out with you, whether it’s running or lifting weights or doing core exercises he’s all over it.

🫧 Rei loves to just make sure you’re healthy and happy, he’ll strive to be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had

Rin Matsuoka

🫧 Biggest drama queen. He’s an Aquarius so you shouldn’t expect anything less than dramatics

🫧 But he’s also very attentive and sweet with you. You’re such a good thing to him and he wants to smother you in his affection.

🫧 Rin loves to travel though. And that definitely is a perk when it comes to dating him. He’ll fly you both out to Australia for a week and take you on a grand tour.

🫧 He’s a foodie. He’s not the best cook but he definitely knows where the best food is at. Every Saturday after he’s out of swim practice he’ll take you out to eat somewhere new.

🫧 He’s probably the type of guy to not care about PDA too much. Always wants to hold your hand, and he’s not scared to give you casual kisses in front of others. You’re his, he should be allowed to show you off as such.

🫧 He’s also the jealous type. One time Seijuro Mikoshiba tried hitting on you, and that did not go well. Rin had you underneath him in his bed no more than 20 minutes later.

🫧 Rin is a certified big spoon. He values you so much and he wants to protect you from anything or anyone that could hurt you. He’d hold you all through the night too, not wanting to risk anything happening.

🫧 When high school was almost over, Rin wanted to go back to school in Australia for a little while. He practically begged you to come with him.

🫧 And considering you were also ready to start a new chapter, you picked a university out in Sydney. He was so happy you were accepted in, and that you’d be starting this chapter with him.

🫧 Besides, it’s not like you’d never come back. You supported the hell out of Rin and his dreams.

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Makoto Tachibana Headcanons

He's a very sweet mother hen

I'm not saying he's controlling, but he does like knowing what you're doing, when you're doing it, with who, etc etc. He just wants a plan

He deals with kid, so he can handle you if you're tired and want him to carry you, want piggyback rides, if you're upset

But you call him out, saying he's treating you like he treats the kids he works with and he immediately feels bad

He doesn't mean to treat you like a kid, his parent gene is just hard to turn off

He's very supportive and anything you want to do, he'll be supportive [As long as it's not something that will kill you, obviously]

^You're more spontaneous than him, so even if you're activity/passion only lasts a day, he still treats it like a forever thing with you

You find it so easy to talk to him, like you could tell him anything in the world and he would never judge you

When he takes you out places, Haru is usually involved too and you both ping pong on being the third wheel [You'd be annoyed, but you and Haru get along, so sometimes you and Haru make Makoto a third wheel]

Makoto isn't usually jealous, but sometimes he can't help feeling like maybe you'll like one of his friends [Haru] more than him

He'll shake these feelings or push them deep down

^You'd never be any wiser, but the other person would when they feel Makoto's glare, but they wouldn't think Makoto is the one glaring at them

He likes cuddling with you and enjoys holding you in his arms

He's a big spoon and you are surrounded by him when you both cuddle

He's just so big and takes up so much space

Out of all the Swim Club members, he is the one who would want a kid the most

He just adores them and has been around them his whole life and he wonders what it'd be like to have his own child