Mattsun X Makki X Reader; Kissing Lessons

mattsun x makki x reader; kissing lessons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I get action.” You barked. 

The two boys sarcastically nodded at your statement.

“Makki,” Mattsun eyed your shared best friend.

“Yeah, Mattsun?” Makki gleamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No...” Mattsun started,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You heard a groan escape from Mattsun’s lips.

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

“Yeah, we totally would’ve.”

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

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

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

You hesitated but silently nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sharply rose from your seat.

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

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

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

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