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You peer into your wallet and flick through the singles in dismay. You're merely halfway through the week, and you're already almost out of money. Three consecutive nights checking into love hotels really does take a toll on your bank account. With the looming thought of three other boys to embrace, you secretly hope Jyuushimatsu isn’t an expensive guy to please. Setting the wallet down on the counter, you push those thoughts to the back of your mind and set to work. This picnic tote isn’t going to fill itself.
After your moderately busy morning, you slip on a casual baseball crop top and force your short shorts over your slightly chunky legs to head out toward the Matsuno home. You had heard from Jyuushi at one point during his daily exclamations that he loves to play baseball, so you hope he’s game for a quick match in addition to a homemade lunch in the park.
You sling your bag over your shoulder and make your way over to the Matsuno household, a routine that you’re steadily becoming more accustomed to. You arrive faster than you anticipate (maybe because you were lost in recollection of your previous nights) and knock on the old, wooden door. It doesn’t take long for Jyuushimatsu to crash through the entrance and leap on top of you.
You squirm and laugh as he laps at your cheeks like a hyperactive animal, and it takes Ichimatsu and a leash to pull him off of you. This is going to be a weird day, you can already tell, but it definitely won’t be boring. You brief your plans for a short game of baseball to Jyuushimatsu and suggest that you guys head out soon to ensure a place at the park. It’s a beautiful day after all, so it’s sure to be packed. Jyuushi’s eyes gleam with excitement and delight and he bounds up the stairs to grab his bat, ball, and mitt. As fast as he’s gone, he’s dashing back to your side and dragging you out the door.
The park isn’t as crowded as you thought it would be, but maybe that’s because it’s a Friday morning. It seems you’ve long since forgotten the life of a nine-to-five, working class citizen. Well, this is for the best, honestly. With less people here, you have more room to run around, and you know that’s something Jyuushi needs desperately. While the fifth brother gives some extremely rough practice swings (and shouts his signature ‘Hustle, muscle’ chant), you unpack your bag. In a hurry to get the game started, you spread out a large, yellow blanket underneath a shady tree and place a variety of plastic-wrapped food onto it. When you hear Jyuushi eagerly whine, you laugh and run off to join him.
Admittedly, you know nothing about baseball. You know the basic facts about it, such as four bases, home runs, and pitcher and catchers; nothing outside of that though. But not only do you know little to nothing about the sport, your pitches are mind-numbingly slow and your swings are somehow both wobbly and stiff (especially compared to your date’s). The game seems so entirely one sided: Jyuushimatsu has gotten home run after home run from your awful pitches; whenever you miraculously make contact with a ball he’s pitched, he chases after it on all fours ( okay, that’s new ) and comes back with the ball covered in drool and teeth marks to tag you out. Then, you switch positions, and the cycle repeats for another half hour.
You’re honestly surprised that he doesn’t do this professionally, but thinking back on the brothers, you can see why none of them do anything professionally. He chucks another pitch your way, and, alright , you’re determined to get this one. You plant your feet firmly to the ground and grip the bat with a strength you didn’t know you had. You swing out, arms straight, position steady, and-- miss, ugh .
You’re so frustrated with yourself for not being able to pitch or swing (and, oh so surprisingly, your catching skills are nothing to brag about either). You hope such an easy game isn’t too boring for him, but he looks so ecstatic. Then again, that could just be his face .
“Jyuushi, I’m sorry. You’re such a pro at this, and I’m awful. I hope you aren’t bored...”
Jyuushimatsu shakes his head vigorously, keeping his dorky, happy grin all the while. “Nuh uh, I don’t know what I’m doing either, but this is really fun!”
He is either lying to your face, or he doesn’t know his own talent. Your look of disbelief is suddenly interrupted by a loud, rumbling noise.
“Ah...” Jyuushimatsu stares, “I’m hungry.”
--
Your date scarfs down his lunch like it’s the end of the world. You can’t help but be reminded of the creepy little vacuum cleaner from Teletubbies. Taking a bite of your sandwich, you suppress the immature amusement that rises at the comparison.
As you both sit in silence with only the soft sounds of chewing filling your ears, you begin to realize how tired you actually are. You’ve been playing for about an hour and a half at most, but your legs already feel like wet noodles. The physical exhaustion is starting to wear on you, and your eyelids are starting to feel like cement blocks. It’s only 12:30, why are you so sleepy?
“Hey, Jyuushi,” you speak up in an attempt to fight off the drowsiness, “I’ve been wondering... what all you are into?”
He cocks his head in confusion. You notice that he’s slow on the draw, so you set your lunch to the side and scoot closer to him.
“You know,” you begin to elaborate, “like, what do you like to do when you’re having sex? I’m into a few things, myself. Like, kissing and spanking and...”
Jyuushimatsu listens with avid curiosity.
“And… hey, wait! I was asking about you!”
“I like dogs!”
...
Beastiality?!
“And bugs!”
Okay, no. You’ve definitely lost him. You were about to drop the subject entirely and simply let nature take its course when you notice something from the corner of your eye.
He’s got a boner. Does he even realise it? Guys don’t just not notice when they’re hard, right? He wasn’t following the conversation before, or so you thought, but now it seems like he may have followed it a little too well. Slightly hesitant at first, for fear of making him uncomfortable, you make him aware of his situation. After watching him scramble to pull his shirt over the bulge, he giggles nervously and, confusingly enough, asks for an ice pack. You quickly infer that it’s to calm himself down, but... you think you know of a better way to remedy the situation.
With a smirk making its way to your lips, you swat Jyuushi’s hands away and replace them with your own. You don’t think you have ever unbuttoned a man’s pants so fast, but then again, you’ve never attempted to jerk someone off in public before either. He covers his flushed face with his oversized sleeves as he watches you pull his cock from his slacks.
A shudder rips through his body as you wrap your fingers around the base and give an experimental jerk. His face gradually grows softer with every twist and flick of your wrist and you relish in the adorable grunts and whines he gives. It doesn’t take long for him to completely melt in your grip and enjoy himself, but while you change your pace and pressure to keep him on his toes, you also make sure to keep a lookout for other people--
Like the middle aged couple that had set up a picnic a few feet away from you, underneath an adjacent tree ten minutes ago. If you were to be caught like this, who knows what kind of ruckus you’d cause. A sharp moan tears your attention away from the pair and back to Jyuushimatsu. While you were looking away, he had grabbed your forearm and began bucking into your grip as if it were some kind of toy.
Holy shit, this is hot , and he’s already close. You can’t blame him though; no one would last longer than five minutes at the pace and angle he’s trying to thrust. You shush him softly, warning him that if you were caught, you’d have to leave. He looked you in the eyes with a rare hooded gaze and, under his breath, begged you not to stop.
“I won’t, I promise. Just be quiet for me, okay?” Jyuushi clamps his eyes shut and nods, keeping his noises locked at the bottom of his throat. As he concentrates on staying silent, you keep his hips pinned to the blanket and tighten your grasp on his cock.
His hand flies from your forearm back to his mouth to muffle an unexpectedly loud moan. It looks almost painful the way he's holding himself back, but you can’t allow any exceptions right now. The elderly man across from you frequently gives you looks of suspicion every chance that he gets and, oh god, it’s so obvious that he’s onto you.
You turn back to Jyuushi, who looks like he is about to give way at any second. Yes, finally. You squeeze his cock tighter and slowly drag your grip down to the hilt. He gasps harshly as he folds in on himself and releases everything he has into your hand. His hips tremble and he tries desperately to keep quiet while you steadily pump him through his orgasm.
When he begins to come down from his high, things are silent again for a moment. Even the man’s glares stop. It takes a second for Jyuushi to recover his strength and ability to think straight, but he eventually looks back up at you with his normal goofy smile. You can’t help but smile back, but it quickly fades with Jyuushi’s next words.
“Now it’s my turn,” he begins huskily, “to make you feel good.”
You feel a shiver run from the top of your spine, down to your clit. If not for the fact that the crusty, old man was now whispering contemptuously with his wife, you would have indulged his offer.
Right, now is not the time to push your luck! If you don’t get out of here now, there’s a 99% chance that they are going to call the police.
“Oh, definitely, Jyuushi... but we might have a serious problem if we don’t make a run for it.”
Registering the glaring old couple from behind you, Jyuushi turns back sheepishly and nods in agreement. Immediately, he leaps from his spot, speedily packs up all of the picnic and baseball supplies, slings you onto his shoulder, and dashes away.
--
“Jyuushi, thank you, but you can put me down now!”
You feel him shake his head ‘no’ and you’re honestly not surprised by the answer. This is the fourth time you’ve asked. He’s been marching aimlessly around the streets for fifteen minutes now and you’re already a significant distance from the park at this point. If you weren’t attracting the weird, confused gazes of the people walking by, you’d be grateful for the lift. You are really tired after all. Maybe that’s why Jyuushimatsu won’t let you down. He probably figured out that you’re exhausted; and here you thought you did a good job of hiding it.
You lay your head against his shoulder blade with a sigh. ‘Where’s the nearest hotel from here?’, you wonder internally. Actually, where is here? You lift your head again and start to put together the landmarks. Having gathered your bearings, another idea comes to mind. You’re on a roll today.
Why go to an expensive love hotel when your apartment is right down the street!
--
Jyuushimatsu sets you down on your couch much more gently than you thought he would. You groggily thank him for the lift before trying to plan the night out from here. This day definitely hasn’t gone the way you thought it would-- not that you were complaining too much. You’ve still had a lot fun, even though you never want to play baseball ever again.
Now, though, what should you do? You’re too tired to so much as stand up, much less fuck your guest for lord knows how long. Maybe...
But there is no need to ask Jyuushi for your desired nap, as he’s already busied himself with finishing off what was left of your picnic date.
With that, you close your eyes, and you’re out like a light.
--
You wake up in your bedroom, dressed in black, lace pajamas you don’t remember owning. You admire how the fabric sticks to you in all the right places and how slim it makes your body look. Definitely a good purchase, whenever it was that you bought them...
“Heh.”
You flinch in shock and look up to see Karamatsu sitting on the edge of your bed with a pink rose tucked between his lips, almost exactly like it was on your first date with him.
“Hey, cool kid, what are you doing here? I don’t remember telling you where I live.”
He doesn’t respond, only continuing to give his signature grin as he slides closer to you. You don’t know if you should laugh, shiver, or run, but you inevitably end up just staring at him until he is at your side. Wordlessly, he removes the rose from his lips, setting it on your nightstand gently, before cupping your cheek and bringing you in for a kiss. His assertiveness throws you off guard, but you let him do what he wants, because you find that you can never say ‘no’ to Karamatsu.
As he deepens the kiss, you feel an abrupt tugging at the zipper of your shirt. You quickly break away from Karamatsu and look back to see Osomatsu pulling at your pajama top. How did Osomatsu get behind you? When did he get here? What the hell is happening?
Your questions are forgotten as soon as they come to mind when Karamatsu pulls you back into the kiss. Simultaneously, Osomatsu tugs the lacy garment from your shoulders. You shiver at the cold air that hits your bare skin, and the caressing of meandering fingers on your back, but your focus is once again drawn to Kara as his tongue softly grazes your lips and pushes into your mouth. When your tongues meet, any apprehensive feeling you had before instantly melts away. It doesn’t take long for you to reciprocate the kiss with as much lust and vigor as Karamatsu.
You lean heavily against the second brother as Osomatsu’s touch sneakily ventures from your back to your breasts. Your concentration falters, however, when his fingers dig roughly into your skin and he begins to harshly pinch and tug at your nipples, causing you to all but scream into your kiss. Fuck, it hurts in the best way.
Karamatsu breaks apart from you, giving you both the chance to breathe for the first time in what feels like forever. However, before you can regain any semblance of your composure, he’s attached himself to your neck, biting and sucking it forcefully. You don’t know what’s gotten into him. It’s one thing for Osomatsu to be this rough-- he doesn’t know how to treat a woman to save his life, but Karamatsu? This is so unexpected.
Right as you begin to think rationally, you notice a figure emerge from the corner of your room. Choromatsu steps into the light. Nothing amazes you at this point, even when he moves to your side and begins to place sloppy kisses up and down your chest and stomach. You just accept the situation and throw your head back, relishing in the overwhelming sensations. Choromatsu’s soft gestures are welcomed amongst the numerous tough grasps and bites given to you by the others. You close your eyes and let them have their way with you, moaning loudly all the while.
Suddenly, another foreign touch makes its way to your body. You feel a playful hand slide swiftly up your leg and you don’t even have to guess who it might be. Unsurprisingly, when you open your eyes, you are met with Jyuushimatsu smiling up at you. You watch him intently as he removes your shorts and begins licking and kissing up your thighs, inching tantalisingly closer and closer to your pussy. The second he buries his face completely between your thighs, you lose your mind.
--
You open your eyes, flustered, sweating, and still writhing. You still feel as if you’re asleep; everything around you hazy and distorted, as if you can’t grip reality. Pleasure is still coursing throughout your body and you have no control over it. In disarray, you reach down to touch yourself, however, you don’t feel what you expect. Instead, you grip a head full of hair.
It’s Jyuushi. What is he--? He’s--
You open your mouth to speak, but all you can do is moan. You try to hold back as best you can, but you lose the last of your strength and cum again. With both hands, you pull Jyuushimatsu closer, pushing his tongue deeper inside of you as you scream in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
It feels like years before your head finally clears and you’ve regained your sense of sanity. You breathe heavily, chest heaving dramatically like you’ve run a marathon, and your hold on the fifth brother loosens. You lay limp on the couch, a complete mess.
“Wh-what... was all that?” You gasp out.
“You were moaning in your sleep! I thought it was a good chance to pay you back for earlier.”
Holy shit, these brothers are insane. You cannot believe how strange, ridiculous, and... unusually good at sex they are.
“Jyuushimatsu,” he looks at you expectantly, “Let’s do it. Right now.”
--
Jyuushi all but throws you onto your bed and quickly follows after so that he’s leaning on his forearms, hovering inches over you. His fingers anxiously fiddle with the ends of your hair that have splayed across the sheets on either side of your head, and you take the time to observe him from this close proximity. His skin is much tanner than the others’ , you note, though it’s probably due to his tendency to run around in the sun. You glance up at his disheveled hair and surmise that it’s from the day of strenuous activities, you can only imagine what you must look like. You also notice the slightly prominent muscles in his neck and feel a deep-rooted excitement that yearns to see what’s underneath that hoodie of his.
Looking down, you bring your hands to the hem of his hoodie and slip your fingers beneath it, tracing the slight definition of muscles that the other Matsuno brothers certainly did not have. When you bring your eyes back up to look into Jyuushi’s, you see a gaze that you could only compare to an animal’s, but before you can blink, he’s already brought his face in for a ravenous kiss.
Your noses brush harshly, teeth biting lips and nipping at tongues; you can feel one of Jyuushi’s hands caressing your side, groping at any bit of skin he can get his hands on. His neediness urges you to continue your own ministrations, mindlessly running your hands along his chest, then down to his abdomen, and finally snaking them around to grip his ass. Surprised, Jyuushi gasps into the kiss and instinctively ruts into your thigh.
Having faltered from the unexpected movement, Jyuushi pulls away to examine your face. Not minding, however, you bring him back into the kiss and encourage him to continue grinding on you. Tentatively, Jyuushi re-situates himself and begins rubbing against your thigh again, starting off slowly but quickly picking up the pace. His wild, uncontrolled desperation sparks a carnal impulse within you. You can feel him harden with each thrust. Fuck, you want him inside of you!
“Jyuushi,” You start, after breaking the heated kiss. He doesn’t respond, or so much as look at you. His eyes are squeezed tight, concentrated more on his building pleasure.
“Jyuushi.” You try again, but he still refuses to listen. Annoyed, you lift a hand slightly from its place on his ass and bring it back down forcefully, giving him a blunt smack. Yelping, Jyuushi’s eyes snap open and he gives you a look of morose confusion.
“I was calling for you, but you didn’t respond.” You explain sternly, causing him to whimper and give you the most pitiful, yet strangely arousing look you have ever seen. His sullen gaze brings back a relatively recent memory of a Christmas present you had received as a joke from your coworkers last year: a thick, black collar adorned with a small, silver heart. Naturally, thinking you would never use such a thing (much like with your lingerie set), you had thrown the gag-gift in a drawer along with all of the others.
With a devilish smirk, you wiggle your way out from underneath the man and roll over to retrieve the now relevant item, along with a condom. Jyuushi watches you intently as you dig through the drawer.
“Jyuushimatsu,” you call. He jerks at the tone and demand in your voice, quickly moving to the corner of your bed and straightening his posture.
Walking behind him, you bring the collar up to his neck and secure it tightly. Jyuushi takes a moment to admire the band before looking up to you.
“Do you want to feel good?” Jyuushi responds with a throaty whine.
“Then be a good boy for me and kneel on the floor,” you breathe.
Clambering to the floor, Jyuushi follows your orders, placing his hands on his knees and watching you attentively as you sit on the bed with your legs spread. You look down affectionately at him before slowly removing every article of clothing on your body, slipping them smoothly off your limbs and flicking them to the side until you’re completely naked. Smirking at how Jyuushi is ogling your body, you bring your foot to the hardened bulge in his pants, teasing him gently-- enough so that he’s hungry for more and desperate to take off the rest of his clothes.
Pleased with the reactions you receive, you allow him to remove his shorts before you draw him in with a beckoning finger. Without permission, not that you mind much, he inches closer in the hopes of being able to touch you again. His pleading, desired state has you more than happy to give him what he wants. With a hushed, whispered order in his ear, he leaps onto your lap and brings his tongue to your skin.
He begins at your neck, lapping repeatedly at your pulse and leaving a wet, sensual trail down to your breasts. Your head falls back in bliss as you feel the slightly rough texture of his tongue swirling around your nipples and the light grazing of his teeth against the hardened nubs. Moaning all the while, your hands find their way back into the fifth brother’s hair, and you feel him traveling lower. Playfully, he ducks his tongue into your belly button, causing you to giggle before his head returns to the familiar position between your legs. The clarity of the sounds he is making only makes you hotter and you find that your patience has run thin. Luckily, you’re almost certain Jyuushi must be feeling the same.
“Jyu..” his tongue unceremoniously swipes over your clit leading a throaty moan to rip through you.
“Enough of that. Fuck me already!” you cry out. As soon as the words leave your lips, Jyuushi leaps from his position and pins you to the bed. The speed with which he removes his boxers and rolls on the condom that he plucked from the nightstand is baffling. With no delay, he presses his cock against your entrance and swiftly pushes inside of you. Mentally apologizing to your neighbors for the abundance of noise you were about to cause, you close your eyes and succumb to the pleasure of finally feeling Jyuushi embracing you.
--
Lying frazzled and out-of-breath next to each other, you both relish in the afterglow. You cannot believe how intensely you came, and looking over at the rare haze of exhaustion that seemed to radiate from the usually energetic man beside you, you can tell he felt the same. Although, he was a virgin... so that’s not too shocking.
Before you both have the opportunity to let the post-sex drowsiness set in, you decide it best to return to the Matsuno household and initiate the last rock-paper-scissors game. With only two brothers left, you’re feeling both excited and, admittedly, depressed. As you tug on a stray pair of shorts and a small tank top, you reminisce about how much fun this week has been for you. Never have you met such strange, funny, and overall amazing people to be with. A part of you wishes it will never end.
“Hustle, hustle! Muscle, muscle!” Jyuushimatsu laughs after pulling his yellow, oversized hoodie and blue shorts back on. Seeing him smile lifts your spirits. That’s right. It’s not over yet.
With a pep in your step, you swing your arm around Jyuushi’s and guide him out of your apartment with a march, off to his home to see which lucky brother will have a piece of you next.
After arriving at the house, you demand the hand game begin. The two remaining brothers, Ichimatsu and Todomatsu, glare daggers into each other as they dramatically commence the final round.
“Oi, Jyuushi. Where’d you get that collar?” Osomatsu asks, making both you and Jyuushimatsu freeze in horror. Shit , he forgot to take it off.
Jyuushi instantly covers his face in embarrassment, quietly feeling the leather around his neck and meeting your eye. You can’t help but blush as well. With nothing more than a quiet giggle, he rushes up to his room to avoid further questioning, invoking shock and confusion from the eldest brother. Osomatsu watches his brother dash away before turning to give you the most bewildered look. You decide to follow in Jyuushi’s footsteps and make a run for it.
As you flee from the living room, you watch the victor stand in (rather pathetic) glory and the loser fall to the floor in dismay. You find yourself smiling on your brief stroll back to your apartment because, wow, you just can’t wait for tomorrow to come.