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Untitled (because it does not deserve one 8|b)
Ebi/Juniors - Hashimoto/Yasui/Sanada
1672 words (wtf), NC-17, PWP
"I think Hasshi's busy..." "Doing what?" "Doing Yasui-kun."
lmao, idek wtf this is. Gaia and I were laughing about how Yasui's character in sprout is going to be younger than Hasshi's and suddenly I'm writing her porn over skype and Sanada decides to join in??? There is grammar fail and tense changing because I am not crossposting this because NOBODY NEEDS TO BE READING THIS OKAY. X____X;;;;; I'm really just posting this because of how anal I am about my fic file organization. And... It's really bad T______T I remember swearing off more-than-two-people smut before I even swore off smut in general. And here I am. Writing threesome smut.
"Why are you playing someone older than me," Yasui said, poking an accusing finger at Hashimoto's chest. "This had better be some sort of joke."
Hashimoto grinned, shifting forward so he could grab Yasui's hips and guide him closer. "Just think of it as extended roleplay~?"
"You're sick," Yasui grumbled but lets Hashimoto kiss him anyway.
~
"I think Hasshi's busy..." Juri said, brows knitting together as he glances around at the rest of the cast.
"Doing what?" Sanada asked, surprised. Hashimoto loved nothing more than to loaf around during break time and Sanada had stopped by in hopes of catching up, but if Hashimoto was busy…
"Doing Yasui-kun," Jesse muttered under his breath. They all pointedly do not look at the hallway that lead to Hashimoto’s dressing room.
~
"This is a really a really bad idea," Yasui gasped, trying to be the older, mature, and more responsible person. But it was really hard to do that when Hashimoto already had three fingers inside him. "C'mon, we need to g--oh god, Hasshi."
Hashimoto smirked, thrusting his fingers in a little deeper, wringing another broken moan from Yasui. "But I like you like this, Ken-chan," he murmured, brushing his lips over Yasui's hip. "You're all needy and open and waiting. You don't have to make excuses, you should just enjoy this~."
Yasui tried to protest, but the hand on his cock, the lips on his skin, and Hashimoto's ever persistent fingers won over his better judgment. "But..."
"Shh," Hashimoto leaned up, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. "I know."
Hashimoto pulled his fingers away, wiping them clean with a tissue. There was some shifting and tugging and Yasui let Hashimoto have his way, too distracted by kisses to really care what Hashimoto wanted, because he knew Hashimoto wouldn't leave him hanging either.
He found himself in Hashimoto's lap, clutching onto the other's shoulders as he tried to clear the haze of lust from his mind. Hashimoto was still smirking though, hands resting on Yasui's slender hips. "Ride me, Ken-chan."
It was not the most unusual request Yasui had gotten from Hashimoto and he was easy enough to comply, lifting his hips so he could reach down, guiding the other's cock to his entrance. He looked away, knowing that Hashimoto would be watching intently and it was both embarrassing and arousing to know how much Hashimoto liked to just watch.
"I know you're not shy," Hashimoto murmured, brushing a kiss against Yasui's shoulder. "Come on, Ken-chan. I want to see you when you take it."
Yasui still looked away but he couldn't stifle the moan as he began to sink down on the other's cock, feeling himself stretch around Hashimoto and then being filled completely, slowly sinking down. Hashimoto was cursing, his fingers teasing and rubbing over Yasui's hips. "You're so tight," Hashimoto groaned, pleased, as he thrusts up experimentally.
Yasui rode Hashimoto, quick and needy, but it was one of those rare moments where he looked so willing and compliant, Hashimoto couldn’'t help but take control again. It was subtle at first, his hands manipulating Yasui's body to ride him just the way he wanted, thrusting up to meet Yasui's movements to get Yasui to moan brokenly, but then he stilled the both of them, panting into Yasui's collarbone before carefully pulling out of the other's body. "Hands and knees."
Yasui bit his lip, blushing as if the request was somehow more embarrassing then the way he'd been eagerly riding Hashimoto's cock moments early, but he does it all the same, and even though he blushes and grumbles, there's a tension in his body that speaks louder than words and Hashimoto knows Yasui just wants the same thing he does, the lust and the pleasure they share when they were alone like this.
He thrust into Yasui again, growling possessively when Yasui cried out. But then it's slow when he pulls out and pushes back in, just that first time, loving how easily, how utterly willingly Yasui took the whole of his cock. That's the end of being gentle though, as he thrusts in, hard, deep, fast, fucking Yasui the way he wants to when Yasui gets him this turned on. Yasui's forgotten to be mature, adult, and restrained, moaning wantonly as he looked over his shoulder at Hashimoto. The fire in his eyes only served to drive Hashimoto crazier and he leaned down, biting at Yasui's shoulder in a clear mark of 'Mine'.
"Oh..." Sanada stood in the doorway, lips twisted in a smile that was both nervous (flustered, perhaps?) and wry. "I didn't think Jesse was being literal... I see I was wrong."
Yasui yelped, obviously in a panic but Hashimoto was unfazed by the sudden appearance of Sanada. He was quick to pin Yasui down, forcing the young man to stay on his hands and knees. "You said you were busy."
"I made time for you," Sanada muttered, slipping inside to shut and lock the door - the most obvious indication that Hashimoto had been expecting this - before just standing there. Had this been Nozawa, he knew things would just be a quick tumble, but Yasui's eyes glowed with embarrassment and humiliation, but also resentment and rebellion, his expression challenging as he gazed up at Sanada. The image was alluring, even if it was obscene, the way Yasui was submitting to Hashimoto so completely and yet trying to bring Sanada under his own control.
Sanada had no intention of letting that happen.
"Can I join you?" he asked casually, the current of excitement in his undertone quickly betraying his interest as he stepped inside and started undoing his pants.
Hashimoto loops an arm around Yasui's chest, bringing the other up so they were back to chest. "Look at Sanapi~," he crooned, shallowly thrusting into Yasui. "Look at how he wants you too. Let's help him out a bit."
Yasui was flushed, glowering and trying to look away, at anything but Sanada, but Hashimoto snapped his hips, smirking as Yasui cried out. "Look at him, Kentarou."
Sanada felt his mouth go dry. It had already been hard to keep control of himself, but suddenly Yasui met his eyes with a heated gaze of want and need, whimpering out Sanada's name and he knew that he couldn't just sit this one out.
It's not long to get Yasui so his head is between Sanada's, bobbing up and down on Sanada's hardening shaft, tongue swirling around the tip that had Sanada wanting to thrust up in pleasure. "Yeah..." he gasps, "just like that."
Yasui moans and Sanada isn't sure if it's because of the way Hashimoto's slamming into his ass or Sanada's encouragement, but the sound vibrates along Sanada's cock and his control breaks a little more.
"He's hot, isn't he," Hashimoto asked, smiling up at Sanada as he works Yasui over but refusing to touch his cock at all. "He likes to protest a lot, but then you wear him down and he's so hot and bothered... You should try it sometime, see if you can get him to beg."
"Really--ahhhh," Sanada threw his head back, moaning as Yasui did something that was fucking magic with his cock and he didn't know what it was, just that he wanted more of it. When he looked back down, Yasui was looking up at him, eyes narrowed in a way that was both a warning and smug satisfaction, which was a whole new level of hot on its own, but with how Yasui's lips were stretched around Sanada's cock, he found himself more than willing to accept the challenge.
"Another time," he said, winding his fingers through Yasui's hair as he rocked his hips in a warning of his own, noting the way Yasui's eyes fluttered and his fingers curled against Sanada's knees in anticipation.
Sanada gives in, rocking his hips and fucking Yasui's mouth. It makes him shudder, the way Yasui's ready for it already, relaxing, his eyes closed as he lets Sanada take his mouth as roughly as he wants to. It's the struggle that gets Sanada off the most. Yasui was usually so composed, so mature, so fucking cute, seeing him trying to breathe because he wanted this made arousal burn through Sanada. "Cockslut," he says, hips speeding up just to see what Yasui would do. Hashimoto is laughing and moaning, finally reaching down to touch Yasui, stroking him as they all work towards orgasm.
Hashimoto comes first, shuddering as he works through his orgasm, thrusting into Yasui until he's completely spent. Sanada only half pays attention as Hashimoto pulls out, but notices that Hashimoto still works a hand between Yasui's legs to get Yasui off again.
Yasui comes next, with the urging of Hashimoto's wickedly talented fingers, whimpering around Sanada's cock and it's almost enough for Sanada to come right there, the way Yasui just relaxes, going limp for a few moments as Hashimoto works him through his orgasm. But then he looks up, moving back so he can see Sanada properly and so his lips are just barely around the head of Sanada's cock, swiping his tongue over the slit so Sanada can see it.
Sanada swears, pulling Yasui's head so his cock falls from the other's lips completely. Sanada finishes himself off, fingers tightening in Yasui's hair as he comes all over his face, before rubbing his come across the other's cheek and lips with his softening cock, groaning as he comes down from his high.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Hashimoto hums, tugging Yasui away from Sanada's grip and leaning in to lick him clean.
"Yeah," Sanada replies when he finds his voice, sinking to his knees next to them both. "But," he added, sliding a hand up Yasui's inner thigh, feeling his legs twitch apart. "I want a turn too."
"Okay," Hashimoto said, brightly.
"You guys both suck," Yasui groaned, burying his face in Hashimoto's shoulder.
"I think it's the other way around, really."
"And you like it that way, Ken-chan."
Ebi/Juniors - Hashimoto/Yasui/Sanada
1672 words (wtf), NC-17, PWP
"I think Hasshi's busy..." "Doing what?" "Doing Yasui-kun."
lmao, idek wtf this is. Gaia and I were laughing about how Yasui's character in sprout is going to be younger than Hasshi's and suddenly I'm writing her porn over skype and Sanada decides to join in??? There is grammar fail and tense changing because I am not crossposting this because NOBODY NEEDS TO BE READING THIS OKAY. X____X;;;;; I'm really just posting this because of how anal I am about my fic file organization. And... It's really bad T______T I remember swearing off more-than-two-people smut before I even swore off smut in general. And here I am. Writing threesome smut.
"Why are you playing someone older than me," Yasui said, poking an accusing finger at Hashimoto's chest. "This had better be some sort of joke."
Hashimoto grinned, shifting forward so he could grab Yasui's hips and guide him closer. "Just think of it as extended roleplay~?"
"You're sick," Yasui grumbled but lets Hashimoto kiss him anyway.
~
"I think Hasshi's busy..." Juri said, brows knitting together as he glances around at the rest of the cast.
"Doing what?" Sanada asked, surprised. Hashimoto loved nothing more than to loaf around during break time and Sanada had stopped by in hopes of catching up, but if Hashimoto was busy…
"Doing Yasui-kun," Jesse muttered under his breath. They all pointedly do not look at the hallway that lead to Hashimoto’s dressing room.
~
"This is a really a really bad idea," Yasui gasped, trying to be the older, mature, and more responsible person. But it was really hard to do that when Hashimoto already had three fingers inside him. "C'mon, we need to g--oh god, Hasshi."
Hashimoto smirked, thrusting his fingers in a little deeper, wringing another broken moan from Yasui. "But I like you like this, Ken-chan," he murmured, brushing his lips over Yasui's hip. "You're all needy and open and waiting. You don't have to make excuses, you should just enjoy this~."
Yasui tried to protest, but the hand on his cock, the lips on his skin, and Hashimoto's ever persistent fingers won over his better judgment. "But..."
"Shh," Hashimoto leaned up, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. "I know."
Hashimoto pulled his fingers away, wiping them clean with a tissue. There was some shifting and tugging and Yasui let Hashimoto have his way, too distracted by kisses to really care what Hashimoto wanted, because he knew Hashimoto wouldn't leave him hanging either.
He found himself in Hashimoto's lap, clutching onto the other's shoulders as he tried to clear the haze of lust from his mind. Hashimoto was still smirking though, hands resting on Yasui's slender hips. "Ride me, Ken-chan."
It was not the most unusual request Yasui had gotten from Hashimoto and he was easy enough to comply, lifting his hips so he could reach down, guiding the other's cock to his entrance. He looked away, knowing that Hashimoto would be watching intently and it was both embarrassing and arousing to know how much Hashimoto liked to just watch.
"I know you're not shy," Hashimoto murmured, brushing a kiss against Yasui's shoulder. "Come on, Ken-chan. I want to see you when you take it."
Yasui still looked away but he couldn't stifle the moan as he began to sink down on the other's cock, feeling himself stretch around Hashimoto and then being filled completely, slowly sinking down. Hashimoto was cursing, his fingers teasing and rubbing over Yasui's hips. "You're so tight," Hashimoto groaned, pleased, as he thrusts up experimentally.
Yasui rode Hashimoto, quick and needy, but it was one of those rare moments where he looked so willing and compliant, Hashimoto couldn’'t help but take control again. It was subtle at first, his hands manipulating Yasui's body to ride him just the way he wanted, thrusting up to meet Yasui's movements to get Yasui to moan brokenly, but then he stilled the both of them, panting into Yasui's collarbone before carefully pulling out of the other's body. "Hands and knees."
Yasui bit his lip, blushing as if the request was somehow more embarrassing then the way he'd been eagerly riding Hashimoto's cock moments early, but he does it all the same, and even though he blushes and grumbles, there's a tension in his body that speaks louder than words and Hashimoto knows Yasui just wants the same thing he does, the lust and the pleasure they share when they were alone like this.
He thrust into Yasui again, growling possessively when Yasui cried out. But then it's slow when he pulls out and pushes back in, just that first time, loving how easily, how utterly willingly Yasui took the whole of his cock. That's the end of being gentle though, as he thrusts in, hard, deep, fast, fucking Yasui the way he wants to when Yasui gets him this turned on. Yasui's forgotten to be mature, adult, and restrained, moaning wantonly as he looked over his shoulder at Hashimoto. The fire in his eyes only served to drive Hashimoto crazier and he leaned down, biting at Yasui's shoulder in a clear mark of 'Mine'.
"Oh..." Sanada stood in the doorway, lips twisted in a smile that was both nervous (flustered, perhaps?) and wry. "I didn't think Jesse was being literal... I see I was wrong."
Yasui yelped, obviously in a panic but Hashimoto was unfazed by the sudden appearance of Sanada. He was quick to pin Yasui down, forcing the young man to stay on his hands and knees. "You said you were busy."
"I made time for you," Sanada muttered, slipping inside to shut and lock the door - the most obvious indication that Hashimoto had been expecting this - before just standing there. Had this been Nozawa, he knew things would just be a quick tumble, but Yasui's eyes glowed with embarrassment and humiliation, but also resentment and rebellion, his expression challenging as he gazed up at Sanada. The image was alluring, even if it was obscene, the way Yasui was submitting to Hashimoto so completely and yet trying to bring Sanada under his own control.
Sanada had no intention of letting that happen.
"Can I join you?" he asked casually, the current of excitement in his undertone quickly betraying his interest as he stepped inside and started undoing his pants.
Hashimoto loops an arm around Yasui's chest, bringing the other up so they were back to chest. "Look at Sanapi~," he crooned, shallowly thrusting into Yasui. "Look at how he wants you too. Let's help him out a bit."
Yasui was flushed, glowering and trying to look away, at anything but Sanada, but Hashimoto snapped his hips, smirking as Yasui cried out. "Look at him, Kentarou."
Sanada felt his mouth go dry. It had already been hard to keep control of himself, but suddenly Yasui met his eyes with a heated gaze of want and need, whimpering out Sanada's name and he knew that he couldn't just sit this one out.
It's not long to get Yasui so his head is between Sanada's, bobbing up and down on Sanada's hardening shaft, tongue swirling around the tip that had Sanada wanting to thrust up in pleasure. "Yeah..." he gasps, "just like that."
Yasui moans and Sanada isn't sure if it's because of the way Hashimoto's slamming into his ass or Sanada's encouragement, but the sound vibrates along Sanada's cock and his control breaks a little more.
"He's hot, isn't he," Hashimoto asked, smiling up at Sanada as he works Yasui over but refusing to touch his cock at all. "He likes to protest a lot, but then you wear him down and he's so hot and bothered... You should try it sometime, see if you can get him to beg."
"Really--ahhhh," Sanada threw his head back, moaning as Yasui did something that was fucking magic with his cock and he didn't know what it was, just that he wanted more of it. When he looked back down, Yasui was looking up at him, eyes narrowed in a way that was both a warning and smug satisfaction, which was a whole new level of hot on its own, but with how Yasui's lips were stretched around Sanada's cock, he found himself more than willing to accept the challenge.
"Another time," he said, winding his fingers through Yasui's hair as he rocked his hips in a warning of his own, noting the way Yasui's eyes fluttered and his fingers curled against Sanada's knees in anticipation.
Sanada gives in, rocking his hips and fucking Yasui's mouth. It makes him shudder, the way Yasui's ready for it already, relaxing, his eyes closed as he lets Sanada take his mouth as roughly as he wants to. It's the struggle that gets Sanada off the most. Yasui was usually so composed, so mature, so fucking cute, seeing him trying to breathe because he wanted this made arousal burn through Sanada. "Cockslut," he says, hips speeding up just to see what Yasui would do. Hashimoto is laughing and moaning, finally reaching down to touch Yasui, stroking him as they all work towards orgasm.
Hashimoto comes first, shuddering as he works through his orgasm, thrusting into Yasui until he's completely spent. Sanada only half pays attention as Hashimoto pulls out, but notices that Hashimoto still works a hand between Yasui's legs to get Yasui off again.
Yasui comes next, with the urging of Hashimoto's wickedly talented fingers, whimpering around Sanada's cock and it's almost enough for Sanada to come right there, the way Yasui just relaxes, going limp for a few moments as Hashimoto works him through his orgasm. But then he looks up, moving back so he can see Sanada properly and so his lips are just barely around the head of Sanada's cock, swiping his tongue over the slit so Sanada can see it.
Sanada swears, pulling Yasui's head so his cock falls from the other's lips completely. Sanada finishes himself off, fingers tightening in Yasui's hair as he comes all over his face, before rubbing his come across the other's cheek and lips with his softening cock, groaning as he comes down from his high.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Hashimoto hums, tugging Yasui away from Sanada's grip and leaning in to lick him clean.
"Yeah," Sanada replies when he finds his voice, sinking to his knees next to them both. "But," he added, sliding a hand up Yasui's inner thigh, feeling his legs twitch apart. "I want a turn too."
"Okay," Hashimoto said, brightly.
"You guys both suck," Yasui groaned, burying his face in Hashimoto's shoulder.
"I think it's the other way around, really."
"And you like it that way, Ken-chan."