[one-shot] Subliminal (MaruHinaYoko)
Subliminal
Correction status: 100% (by zukkii ♥)
Author(s) : yue_akuma
Pairing : MaruHina turning into MaruHinaYoko.
Rating : NC-17
Genre : Humor / supernatural? / smut.
Warnings : Weird things happening, Maru using Hina, the usual porny stuffz.
Disclaimer : Dear Kitagawa, send me the three of them, kthnxbai.
Summary : One morning, Maru wakes up controlling Hina in a very special way...
Notes : It was an idea I had since a while ago, and talking about it today with Ciara made the story change, but the urge to write it was too strong, lol. Dedicated to my wifeys! ♥
If you asked Hina how he saw Maru, he’d tell you that the younger one is a great person, nice and professional and not bothering, even though he’s sometimes annoying and, damn it, why so submissive? But Hina doesn’t complain, because every Do-S likes himself a Do-M, of course.
Still, came the day when all of his ideas about Maru changed, drastically.
That day, Shingo woke up to find himself kind of ‘hearing’ his bandmate’s inner thoughts, as in ‘having them influencing his acts’. They wouldn’t explain to you how they happened to be in the same place this morning - Maru’s place, to be more accurate - but when Hina found himself sucking a popsicle for breakfast with Ryuhei drooling in front of him, he knew that something was wrong.
After multiples tries and tests, they realized that Maru’s dirty thoughts were acting as orders for Hina - but Murakami refused to talk about the moment where he had to put two dildos inside of him, thank you very much.
He couldn’t control it, his body was reacting automatically and his brain suddenly was becoming blurry, as if in trance. The bad news : Maru had actually quite a lot of dirty thoughts. Even at work.
So, the few morning troubles being apparently not enough - the bassist really wanted to touch this girl’s boobs in the bus and Hina ended up slapped quite strongly when his own hands landed on said boobs - things had to go from bad to worse - because Maru was starting to actually enjoy this. Even more when they were all talking in the changing room and he sent the idea of touching himself to Hina, who ended up hands in pants and head thrown back, moaning unabashedly while five Eito members were watching him in what went from semi-horror (Yoko), to amusement (Subaru), incomprehension (Shota and Ohkura) or even shock (Ryo). Maru, on his side, was loving the sight very much.
Hina still tried to explain the problem to his friends, but each time Ryuhei got an evil kick out of making him think of very porny things, and our Hina would each time end up in the bathroom with his hands around his hard-on - and, depending on Maru’s mood, a finger up his ass.
After the third try to film Janiben correctly - though one time Maru honestly didn’t think about kissing the hell out of Subaru on purpose, but seeing Hina kiss the main singer was quite a turn on in the end - Yoko decided that something needed to be done - Hina was still his closest friend after all - and the poor tsukkomi found himself dragged into an unused room very quickly.
“Shingo, we have to talk. What the hell is wrong with you? Are you sick?”
Hina sighed, looked around to check that Maru wasn’t around, and grabbed at Yoko’s arms.
“I don’t know how it happened! You need to help me! He’s controlling me!”
The older one blinked, suddenly thinking about committing Hina to an asylum.
“What? Who the hell is-”
The end of his sentence got lost when a hand pressed against his crotch. He heard Hina growling something that sounded like ‘damn it not again’, and the next thing happening was the same Hina nipping at his neck while undoing his pants.
Yoko turned beet red and spluttered, but the other man didn’t let go - and when did Hina learn such a hand trick anyway? He tried to resist, to push him away, but the only thing changing was the state of his arousal, his now very hard length doing the thinking for him.
At the door, someone giggled.
“Shin-chan, why does Yuuchin still have his pants on?”
Yokoyama gaped as Hina whimpered and pulled his pants down, before kneeling in front of him.
“Sorry” was all Hina could mutter before swallowing Yoko whole, and the older man flailed, totally unable to make him stop but still utterly scandalized.
“M-maru! Do something!”
The bassist just chuckled.
“Oh, come on, this is fun! Isn’t it Shin-chan?”
Hina blushed and sucked harder; Yoko felt his world crumble - this was very arousing, he had to admit, even if he still wanted to struggle.
“Ass up and pants down” Maru then said in a somewhat amused way, and Hina did so, his lips still attached to Yoko’s cock. The older man understood suddenly what his friend had meant earlier, and stared wide-eyed at Maru.
“You c-control him?”
Ryuhei winked before undoing his own jeans.
“I don’t know how, but it’s great, right?”
Yoko didn’t know what to answer, his brain refused to compute. It took his breath away when Maru put two fingers up Hina’s entrance, making him whine around Yoko’s erection, and then he forgot to rant about the whole situation when their dear bassist replaced the fingers with his hard-on. He even curled his own fingers in Hina’s hair when the man did a particularly good twist with his tongue, sending sparks behind his eyelids and shivers down his spine; and really, someone should have warned him that seeing his cock disappearing between Hina’s wet lips was such an awesome sight.
“Well I’m glad,” Maru panted “because Yasu wasn't really up for this when I tried it backstage at Ariehen filming this morning...”
With a growl, Yoko glared - or tried to. “What the hell are you thinking about? Hina’s not a sex toy! And-ah yesssss-and you should be more responsible!”
“Look, I’m not forcing him that much, he’s hard!”
Yoko made a pained face before moaning when Hina’s teeth scraped the underside of his cock.
“Besides,” Maru added while thrusting harder, “he’s good at it, don’t deny it. And his ass feels so good-damn don’t clamp like that!”
Hina growled, and one of his hands reached out for his own erection, but Maru snapped “Don’t!” and Hina could only whine.
Yoko watched, amazed, as Maru could do whatever he wanted to the man; it was making him feel hotter than he would have ever admitted.
“You’ll come only when we’ll be done,” Maru groaned, and Hina moaned, the vibration easily setting Yoko off.
His orgasm took him by surprise, waves of pleasure leaving him panting and incoherent as he spilled himself into Hina’s mouth, feeling his friend licking him clean. As far as he heard, Maru wasn’t long to follow, pounding into Hina almost madly before stopping and whining.
They all slipped on the floor, and Maru smirked.
“Come.”
Yoko stared, totally captivated, as Hina released long and hard, his body shaking and his back arched off the floor.
When he looked up to the bassist, this one was grinning. “So, interested?”
Yoko grinned back.
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Omake or something:
To Maru’s disappointment, it all stopped the next morning; still, Hina said that it was good enough anyway, and Yoko, sprawled all over the bed and rather tired after a long night of screwing his best friends, agreed.
Ryuhei still pouted, and went to the bathroom; ten seconds later he found himself bent over the sink, two fingers inside of him, moaning loudly.
From the door, he heard Yoko laughing.
“Hey, Hina, seems like I’ve got your revenge!”
Maru blushed and knew that the day would be long. Yoko was, after all, far more perverted than he was.
.OWARI.