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Deciding to try something new...
Imagine what it would be like in a poly relationship with the Matsuno brothers. You have way more experience then any of them and have been in relationships before so it wasn't that weird to you. They were so desperate to have a girlfriend and you just couldn't pick one of them so you picked all of them.
Osomatsu was definitely the one that suggested it. He said it jokingly once and the others laughed it off but it left you thinking. You later ask him if he was serious about it and he laughs it off until he sees the serious look on your face.
You decide then and there that you need to talk to the brothers. You sit them down at their table and explain the situation. Osomatsu, Karamatsu, and Jyushimatsu were immediately on board. It took the other three some coaxing but after explaining some more of the details and talking it all out everyone agrees to it.
The boys are ecstatic because they finally got themselves a girlfriend. You have a schedule set for one day dedicated to each of them each week and one day to yourself or for being with all of them.
Now, when it comes to sex they're all total virgins so you're gonna have to lead the way. They all really wanted to lose their virginity but you couldn't pick who would lose it first so they decided on a competition to pick the order. Who could make you cum the most.
Like before they each got their own day with you during the week. They spent each day making you come with some combination of toys, tongues, and fingers. After the week was over the order was decided....
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I hate her
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Osomatsu san fandom here I come I hope you enjoy this it gets a little self indulgent somewhere in there but yea lesgo
Ichimatsu x reader, fluff? Angst? Background all matsus x reader, she/her pronouns, mention of a back scar
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You're asleep at the Matsuno's house, something about drinking with Osomatsu the night before. Ichi didn't care to remember. Maybe he didn't want to.
I hate her, he thought, slotting in perfectly right behind you where you were curled up. I hate her, as he wrapped his arms around your warmth. I hate her, as he buried his nose in the scent of your shampoo. I hate her, as his hands traced the waistband of your pants. Your soft skin and fluffy hair and gentle breaths pissed him off.
He especially hated how you allowed yourself to get wrapped up in their filth, because you'd have to leave. Ichimatsu knew that, and his heart twisted up like it would shatter with the tension, and he hated that the most. Why were you torturing him?
Why spend your time with the six scummiest people?
Why give Oso money when you have so little?
Why spend what little time off you have doing things his brothers liked?
Why push yourself until your energy ran so low that, even now, with his horrible aura and cold hands and exploring touch, you didn't wake?
God he couldn't fucking understand you. I hate her.
He froze when you squeaked, hands stilling on your ribcage. He was trash but he didn't dare go too far, because he couldn't lose this just yet. You, he could do without, but not the warmth. He hated how comfy you were.
You turned in his arms, now facing him with your closed eyes and pretty lips. Your hands were so warm against his chest, fingers curled but palm flat on his hoodie. Your back was a perfect expanse of skin beneath his touch, even the scar. It was like you had a seam, like you were literally made to be so perfect and couldn't hide it. I hate her.
He squeezed your sides, eyebrows cross, expression loathing, just until you told him to stop. He wanted to rip you to shreds. "Ichi, cut it out," you grumbled, and he quit. He hated that you knew it was him. Hated that this song and dance happened enough that it was routine. Hated that the others weren't so eager to cherish what they had every second that they had it, even this. Even the rest. He was the one that got to see every expression you made with closed eyes.
You wrapped your arms around him, and his irritation turned into steam, vanishing in the waves of your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, too, tight but not squeezing. He could feel your breathing slow against his chest. He buried his face in your hair again, taking a deep breath.
Ichi sighed.
I hate her.