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ifonlyitwasmidnight · 1 year

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And They Were Best Friends

Pairing: Draken x F!Reader x Mitsuya

CW/TW: Hurt/Comfort, Situation-ship without the benefits, Oral F (face sitting) and M receiving/giving, vaginal sex, rough-ish sex (It's Draken, what're we gonna do), swearing, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart, beautiful), nipple play.

Summary: Six years is a long time to dance around your feelings for your two best friends. When you are forced to move out of your apartment, Draken suggests you move in with him and Mitsuya, where things become even more complicated.

Word count: 8.6k

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At some point in the last five years, Draken and Mitsuya had become permanent fixtures in your life. You couldn’t even pinpoint the moment when people started asking where any of the other sides of your triangle were when you showed up alone or if they showed up somewhere without you. It was to be expected at this point.

You three simply were.

You can’t remember the last time at least one of them wasn’t crowded into your too-small one-bedroom apartment with you, silently sitting with you while you worked or helping you cook whatever the three of you would be having for dinner that night.

If it wasn’t your place, you were at the shop when Draken would have to work late, you and Mitsuya keeping him company as the streetlights came on, illuminating the streets in a crimson, orange glow while he pushed to finish up his project.

Or it was Mitsuya's place when his mom needed someone to watch the girls. Laughter and unbridled joy filtered in and out as the three of you wrangled them in for the night. Others, it was Mitsuya’s loft design studio, you and Draken curled up on the small sofa together, having fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning while the third part of your lives sketched and pinned, needing to get his designs out but still needing you nearby.

It was somehow domestic.

Outside looking in, people thought it was an odd dynamic—an overly complicated situation of feelings that would eventually lead to heartbreak.

But to the three of you, it just was.

In the five years, it had always been simple. Crushes had come and gone, packed down into boxes that couldn’t be opened out of fear of ruining what had become your lives. Mitsuya never missed how Drakens lips turned into a small smile when you entered a room, instantly lighting up the room, even on the darkest days. Draken never failed to recognize the longing in Mitsuya’s when you would push the hair from his eyes as he poured over sketches like Mitsuya wished those touches would linger just a little longer so he could soak in your warmth for just a little longer.

The two had some unspoken agreement not to push, too wrapped up in the comfort that you all brought to the others, even at the cost of their own fulfillment if that’s what it took.

They never saw how your eyes would linger on one or the other, wishing that the moments of happiness and friendship they offered could turn into more. They didn’t know that when they would eventually leave you at night, with a hug that lingered a little too long or a look in their eyes like they wished they could stay, you hoped for the same thing, to spend every night in the comfort of their presence, waking up to another day with them. So instead, you listened as their motorcycles would rumble to life and count as the noise slowly turned into the stillness of night once more.

But just like them, you knew that pushing those lines was out of the question. That one day, you would have to let them go so they could find what they needed outside of you. You would never ask them to choose between you and them. They were the twin dragons, two sides of the same coin, never to be separated, bonded through life and blood.

Never once did any of you stray from the others. Year after year, settling into a routine that revolved around your complicated situation.

“They’re upping my rent at the beginning of the month,” you groaned one night as you leaned against Draken on the couch in the studio. He had a leg folded up, ankle sitting on top of his knee as he thumbed through an old motorcycle manual you had picked up for him at a thrift store. His other arm slung over the back of the couch, unknowingly drawing little shapes into the bare skin of your shoulder.

Mitsuya stuck his drawing pen behind his ear and turned on the stool. “Too much?”

You hummed a confirmation. You’d have to move. You rented that place initially because it had been a steal, but recently, it seemed like your rent kept increasing, and your pay kept getting thinner.

“You talk to Peh and Pah?” Draken shut the manual after dog-earing a worn-out, oil-stained page.

You shook your head, “Not yet. I was going to give them a call in the morning. But from what I could find, I’m probably going to have to move further out of the city.”

Both men stiffened almost imperceptibly, locking eyes across the room.

Leaving the city meant you’d be gone from them longer than they’d like, keeping you just out of reach of their protection. Draken felt his stomach sink at the thought of not having you close. Not being able to show up where you are and watch as your eyes lit up, how you’d wrap your much smaller frame into his own as you pressed against him before wrapping you in his arms, hugging you close.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning,” Mitsuya said softly, lost in his thoughts. “I’ll take you down there and talk to them with you.” The unspoken “we’re not letting you go” passed between the two men. Draken nodded in agreement with the plan and Mitsuya’s resolve.

Draken sighed heavily and dropped his head back, staring out the skylight in the ceiling, watching as one star in the sky slowly blinked out of existence. “We’ll figure this out, sweetheart.”

You had been out the door the following morning before Mitsuya had even finished pulling up to your apartment, having heard him coming. You knew the sound of their bikes like the back of your hands at this point. It was chilly, the tepid days of fall slowly filtering into the early brisk of winter, and you shivered as Mitsuya kicked down the stand before getting off, leaving the bike running. His face was pinched, his eyebrows scrunched together as he took you in; something was bothering him that he wasn’t ready to voice.

You raised a hand and wordlessly smoothed your thumb between his brows, relaxing his face. He smiled gently as he reached for the helmet on his bike and placed it on your head, pulling the braid you had secured your hair into over your shoulder before fastening the buckle under your chin. When he was done, he tilted your chin up with a finger, staring into your eyes with a softness you weren’t ready to acknowledge. Something shifted last night when you said you would need to move. Like a leg had been kicked out from the stool, you all sat on precariously, waiting to tumble into the unknown. You felt the pull to Mitsuya now, just as you had felt last night with Draken when he had dropped you off, unable to meet your gaze as he left you at your front door with a lingering hold on your hand, afraid that if he let go, it might be the last time he got to do something that had become part of his ritual for far too long.

You had almost asked him to stay.

Mitsuya climbed back on the bike and held out a hand to help you on as he steadied it. You would miss this. He would pull your arms around his waist to secure you to his back before shifting into first and slowly easing out onto the main street. This time felt different. Mitsuya needed to feel your arm around him. Needed to feel you pressed against him where you belonged.

He and Draken had decided long ago to put their feelings aside for your sake. But the thought of you being gone had tipped something in them both last night. The stupidity of their lack of trust in your relationship coming back to haunt them in their sleepless night and late exchange of texts discussing how they could keep you with them. Mitsuya felt that sting now more than he ever had.

“So, I’m screwed?” You said thirty minutes later in Peh and Pah’s office as they explained your options.

There wasn’t much to rent, and buying wasn’t an option. You’d either need roommates to afford rent or, as you thought, you’d have to move further away from the area you had grown to love over the past five years. Your home. The sanctuary that you had built.

“Basically,” Peh grumbled.

The other original members of Toman knew what you meant to their brothers but, like everyone else, never mentioned it. However, they all respected what had been built between you, knowing that you were what was needed after their lives of turmoil. Even Pah was up to date after some much-needed explanations from Peh.

Draken had been silent the whole meeting, leaning up against the wall behind you and Mitsuya with his hands balled into fists, shoved into his pockets. He watched as your shoulders deflated at the realization that your one Hail Mary had failed.

“What if,” Draken spoke quietly into the somber room, “we all found a place? Together.”

You whirled in your seat, shock written across your face at the suggestion.

Mitsuya hummed in fake contemplation. He and Draken had filtered the idea around last night, only wanting to offer it to you if needed. They knew your independence—how you liked having your own space.

“I do need a bigger studio. I keep running out of room, but I’m not ready to move to a whole building yet,” Mitsuya said as if he was thinking aloud. It wasn’t necessarily a lie. Simply a slightly grandiose version of the truth.

You whirled on Mitsuya next, blindsided by their offer.

“But Inui,” you started as you turned back to Draken. He shrugged.

“The shop is doing well enough that he doesn’t need me to split the cost anymore. Plus, getting away from the guy a little more would be nice. Love him, but….” Draken trailed off with another nonchalant shrug.

They had already discussed this with Pah and Peh, the possibility of moving the three of you into one place. You could afford it, even if they tried to pick up more of the cost. You loved your job— it was your passion. Even if the compensation wasn’t the best at times, you always made it work, and that was one of the things the Twin Dragons admired about you so much.

Your mind was reeling. You could… you all could. But would that complicate things? How would you all navigate such tight quarters with the feelings you all had been avoiding? The sealed lid you kept on your feelings for both men slowly unraveled, the stitches fraying from years of being overstuffed with everything you felt.

Mitsuya looked at Pah and Peh. “Give us a minute?”

Both men quickly exited the room, mumbling something about needing to look at other paperwork anyways.

Draken approached you both, hands still in his pockets. He loomed over you, looking down at you with his eyes bouncing between your face and Mitsuya’s.

“This’ll keep you here, sweetheart,” he said uncharacteristically gently. He walks around the chair you sit in and crouches before you, his hands finally coming from his pockets to rest on your knees. The veins in his hands were more prominent than usual from their clenching.

“Stay with us,” he whispered, a soft plea in the words that cracked your heart. Mitsuya looked on, his turn to stay silent. The words coming from Draken would mean more than his own. No jealousy came with that thought— it was just fact. Draken expressing his need for you in the only way he knew how to would be more powerful than Mitsuya saying the exact same thing. You looked at Mitsuya, and that brilliant smile spread across his face, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

The part of you that feared what this would mean was won out by your need to keep things the same. The knife slowly tipped sideways as you took your phone from your pocket and emailed your landlord.

This is my 30-day notice to vacate.

Draken and Mitsuya deposited your boxes and bed in the primary room, saying something about how you needed the room with the bathroom connected for your privacy against your insistence that Mitsuya needed the space for his work. Mitsuya waved you off, stating he would claim the office as his own, and that was the end of the discussion.

Somehow, Pah and Peh had found you a three-bedroom, two-bath with an office and spacious living room a perfect distance from D&D Motors, Mitsuya’s mom's home, and the rest of the prior Toman members. Almost like it was “fate.” By now, you knew better. Mikey had “accidentally” let it slip that they had all been searching for something perfect for you three during the whole debacle. No one in your circle seemed keen on the idea that you would have had to leave them.

You spent the first night in your new home, settled on the floor together, eating takeout.

Weeks passed. Then months. That unspoken tension continued to build, swirling around you, waiting for one of you to fall into the torrent of unspoken feelings. Maybe it was just you reading too much into the situation, hoping for something that couldn’t possibly be true. Perhaps it was just them making sure you didn’t have to leave and nothing more. Why would it be, after so long together and the moments you had shared? For everything to change now, to shift into something that had stopped crossing your mind for so long, could be nothing more than the pipedream of your unrequited feelings. What was the possibility of being with them and asking them to share you?

But you couldn’t deny the attraction to them. You couldn’t resist how Draken would pull you into him after a long day, securing you against his side as you watched a movie. You never stopped Mitsuya from tucking you into him, resting his chin on the crown of your head while he basked in all the things that were you. They didn’t stop you when you crawled into their beds, seeking comfort from a sleepless night, falling into a dreamless, fitless sleep as either one unconsciously wrapped an arm around your waist and held you to their warmth. Nothing stopped any of you from the lingering touches on each other’s bodies as you went about your days, passing each other, seeing Draken off to work in the morning, or bidding Mitsuya good luck as he shut himself in his office for another day.

Soon, hugs turned into cupped cheeks with kisses pressed to your forehead. Fitting sessions turned into long gazes and unspoken words as Mitsuya used your body for his latest design. Trips to D&D became bringing dinner and riding home on the back of Drakens bike instead of with Mitsuya because you missed him a little extra that day. Soon, the muddied waters of what had been the shut box had become black with the things none of you would admit.

Still, it didn’t stop.

“Are you dating them both?”

You choked on your drink. Hina had called you earlier, asking if you wanted to meet at the little café near her and Takemitchi’s house. She wasted no time in asking the question that had been on everyone’s mind. She had seen the sly kiss Mitsuya had placed against your temple before he left after waving at Hina.

“I…” you said after you could breathe again. “I don’t really have an answer to that.” Although you probably should at this point.

Neither man pressed you for answers. Nor did you to them. Nothing ever went further than what it had all become. However, you knew at times when either would kindly excuse themselves from the room after being close to you for a little too long, gently putting space between your bodies to hide their need for you. They had discussed it in private when you weren’t home, what this all meant, and how to navigate it. Neither one had answers. All they knew was that you belonged with them, no matter what it looked like. If they spent the rest of their lives pining for you, then that’s what they would do; they had agreed.

“No one would care if that’s what you’re worried about. You all have been dancing around your feelings for years,” Hina said. She was always straightforward with you. It was her job as your best friend. “We all just want to see you happy.”

Happy. But you were happy. Weren’t you? You chewed on your bottom lip. Thoughts raced through your mind about what could happen if you let go. If you let yourself feel the frightening and unending extent of what Draken and Mitsuya meant to you. It was an abyss with no end, and you never wanted it to.

“They both care for you a lot.”

You knew that, and you said as much out loud.

“That’s not what worries me. What if it all goes to hell if I let myself go with them?”

Hina placed her chin in her hand and leaned across the table slightly. “Do you want them to be with someone else? It’s been almost six years now. I haven’t seen either one so much as look at another woman the way they look at you. I haven’t seen Draken so content to be around someone since we were teenagers. Mitsuya gravitates to you like you’re the sun in his universe. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve caught him looking for you in a crowded room, and he relaxes as soon as he sees you. Love never looks the same for everyone.”

Love.

A stitch on the box buried within you snapped.

You couldn’t think of them with someone else. The thought churned your insides, making you feel sick. It had never crossed your mind that they might eventually seek someone else out, ready to move into a new phase of their lives. It wasn’t jealousy at the possibility, just an unbridled sadness that sank claws into your heart and refused to let go.

“What do I do?” You whispered the question, knowing the answer. You were afraid to admit it. Afraid to let it all loose and have it come crashing down around you in a torrent of pain and rejection. You knew logically that their actions spoke the opposite of what you were feeling. They could be feeling the effects of whatever this was just as much as you were and were too afraid to bring it up. But what if it was just a comfort to them?

“What if I’m just a placeholder, Hina?”

She giggled, and you cocked an eyebrow at the fit she had.

“Six years is a long time to be a placeholder. I think you know what you need to do. We all support you guys. Take a chance. You never know what will happen.”

The phone only rang once before Mitsuya picked up, and he was back with you before you could buy his and Draken's favorite pastries from the tiny café.

You nervously pushed at your food that night, churned up by your conversation with Hina. If you didn’t do it now, you were worried that you would lose all resolve and never come back to it, content with how things were—intimidated by the unknown.

Mitsuya cleared his throat, and your eyes snapped to his. He tilted his head to the side slightly, his way of wordlessly asking if something was wrong. You sighed heavily and placed your utensils down. Draken peeked up at you, alerted to the shift by the heavy puff of your breath, his dark hair falling into his face, still wet from the quick shower he had taken upon arriving home.

“I think we all need to talk.”

Draken and Mitsuya exchanged a look, knowing what was about to happen.

“I’ll clean up,” Mitsuya said as he rose from the table, reaching for your plate. “Meet you in the living room, ‘kay?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat before standing. Draken held out one of his hands, quickly lacing your fingers together and engulfing your smaller hand in his. His palms were sweaty as he led you to the couch, where you plopped down. He sat in front of you on the floor between your legs and craned his neck back to look at you. You knew what he wanted.

Your hand carded through his hair, and his eyes fluttered shut as he felt your fingers drag against his skin. He always loved when you’d play with his hair when it was down. Something about the movements felt intimate to him.

“Everything is going to change. Isn’t it?” You asked softly, breaking the stillness in the room.

“Not if you don’t want it to, but on some level, if this is going where Draken and I think it is, yes. On some level, it will,” Mitsuya answered as he entered the room, taking a spot next to you on the couch, leaning his back against the armrest, and crossing his arms across his chest. He was tense. Eyes full of something that resembled worry.

“I feel like you guys have been waiting for this conversation to happen for a while.”

“Not so much waiting as hopin’ maybe one day it would happen,” Draken supplied, eyes still shut. He used the excuse of your hands in his hair to avoid looking at you. He knew if he did, any resolve he had built would crumble. His walls he had spent so long refusing to scale, seemed crumbling moment by moment. He had waited so long for this to potentially happen that it felt like a dream. He anticipated waking up at any moment, once again disappointed that he would have to go another day without calling you his.

“What are we doing here, guys?” You forced the question out after a pregnant pause, hoping one of them would be the one to break it. Your hand glided through Drakens hair that was as dark as the ocean you found yourself in.

“We’re simply three people living a very complex life together. None of us want to disrupt the peace we have managed to find. I’m gonna be honest with you, though, Princess,” Mitsuya said, leaning forward. “I don’t want to live like this anymore.”

Your heart sank at the words. You didn’t think your heart would instantly shatter at the words you had dreaded. Had you let things go for too long? Had you spent so long denying the way you felt that any chance of saving your relationships was about to go out the window?

Draken opened his eyes as your hands stilled in his hair. Your eyes were lined with tears as your brain went to the darkest place it could find quicker than either could rip you back from falling into it.

“We don’t want to keep dancin’ around how we feel, sweetheart,” Drakens low timber reverberated around the room.

You looked down at him; it was the first time Draken truly let his walls shatter. You saw it in his eyes, how he felt for you, and the words he couldn’t quite find a way to say. It was all there, hidden in the depths of the swirling blackness that you recognized all too well, as if the depthless abyss you found yourself in at times was him surrounding you. The trickles of light that poked through being Mitsuya. You looked to the other man, and a sad smile worked its way across his delicate features.

They took your breath away, these men. Each time you looked at them, it was a reminder of how beautiful they both were, from soul to body. Years they had spent by your side, supporting you, fighting for you. Watching and cheering you on as you chase your goals. They had held your hand through the most challenging times and walked beside you, always present. And they knew you had done the same, a steady constant in their lives that they could reach for when they needed you.

“We know you feel the same, beautiful,” Draken admitted. “Six years is a long time to keep your feelings pushed down.” Your hand carded through his hair once more, a quiet answer to his confession as much as it was one. Because if they knew the depth of what you felt for them, for them both, then that was Drakens way of admitting he understood.

“What does it look like? How can I ask you to share me and be with you both? And what do we tell other people when they ask? At least now an easy “it’s complicated” seems to be enough to stop people from prying,” The questions spilled out of your mouth too quickly, and Mitsuya reached for one of your hands, gripping it tightly.

“Nothing about what we call ourselves or how to respond to people matters. If someone has a way they feel about it, they can keep it to themselves. So we are the only three that matter. And as far as sharing you goes,” a mirthless smirk crept across Mitsuya’s face, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Draken and I are brothers. We’ve been through too much together to let jealousy break us apart. But there would be none if that’s what you’re fear. I’ve watched as he held you for years, and it’s always settled something in me, knowing that you both were happy with each other.”

“Every time Takashi kisses your head, do you know how you sigh and lean into his touch?” Draken asks as he turns between your legs, kneeling before you. Something about the image of Draken knelt between your legs stirred something in you—the stoic, strong, unrelenting man, putting himself in front of you, offering up himself. “I’ve watched it hundreds of times. Each time it puts a tiny smile on your face. Belongin’ to both of us doesn’t mean anything other than that we are both yours.”

You sucked in a shaky breath as a tear slipped from your eyes. Draken caught it before it could fall from your cheek, and you leaned into the touch. A warmth bloomed in his chest at the motion, little sparks of electricity shooting up his arm at the contact.

“I’ve spent so long keeping it all in check. Refusing to get between you two out of fear. I would never be the reason something comes between you.”

“You’d be the best thing to come between us,” Mitsuya responded quickly. It was something he had thought for years after concluding that he would be okay with sharing you with Draken. No other man was good enough to touch you. None other would be worthy enough to run his hands down your soft skin and hear your bubbling laugh.

“Lemme kiss you,” Draken whispered, his dark eyes darting between your lips and your eyes. Even if it was once and you realized you couldn’t do it. He would be content for the rest of his life knowing he could taste your lips for a fleeting moment if that were all he was granted. Your tongue poked out between your lips, running along them before you gently bit your lower one. Draken watched each movement, suppressing a groan at the innocent motion. You glanced at Mitsuya, and he nodded. You nodded, and Draken slowly rose onto his knees, placing his hands beside your thighs on the couch before invading your space. The air between you grew thick with each slow movement, giving you time to reconsider and turn away.

But you didn’t.

With each inch he closed between you, your resolve grew. You wanted to feel his lips against yours. Would they be soft? Would he taste sweet? Or would they be brash and overwhelming like the rest of him in an oh-so-good way? The first touch of his lips to yours was gentle, testing, and teasing—a ghost of a kiss that had you chasing him as he pulled away to gauge your reaction. You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him back to you. The kiss was unhurried as he pressed his lips against yours, and you lost yourself in the feeling.

It was as if the gates you had sealed yourself behind unlocked at the sensation. He was the key that allowed you to let go and be free. You slotted your lips further against his, darting your tongue out between you and running it along his bottom lip, requesting permission. Draken groaned into the kiss, one calloused hand slipping to your thigh, dragging against your bare skin. His skin against yours set you on fire.

The kiss deepened quickly—tongue dancing with tongue. Teeth bumping as you couldn’t get enough of each other. A fog in your brain promptly settled nothing but the man in front of you breaking through until you felt a hand on your cheek, breaking you away from Draken, and a different set of lips was pressed against yours. Mitsuya was different from Draken. Where Draken took Mitsuya gave. Where Draken devoured, Mitsuya allowed you to lead. He was sweet when Draken tasted of spice. The contrast between the two truly showed just how much they completed each other.

Your body became aware, every nerve firing simultaneously as Drakens lips met the sensitive skin of your throat, kissing and biting before sucking little marks, marking you as his. He pulled back to look at the marks before pressing closer to you for more, unable to get enough of you now that he could finally touch you the way he had been aching. You didn’t know how you wound up in Mitsuya’s lap with Draken pressed against your back, still kneeling on the floor.

You were turned once more, Drakens hand cupping your jaw as he pulled your lips back to his, eager to taste you again. He pushed closer against your back, trying to get as much contact with you as possible, and you gasped slightly into the kiss as you felt his erection push against you.

“Ignore it,” he said in between kisses.

Mitsuya leaned forward to place kisses against your collarbones and neck, leaving his marks against your overly hot flesh. You were overwhelmed by them. They were everywhere. Their hands roamed over your body, leaving nothing untouched as they began to learn you in different ways.

You didn’t want to ignore it. Mistuya had kept you low enough on his lap that if he was feeling the same as Draken, you couldn’t tell. You wanted to give in to the urges you had for years, fingering yourself in the shower or bed, biting down on anything you could to keep your moans from spilling into the hallway and alerting them to what you were doing. You needed to feel their flesh against your own with no clothes between you.

You reached your hand behind you and gently rubbed it over Draken’s hard cock, and his hips instantly bucked into your hand.

“Fuck,” he let out a strangled moan at the feeling. How often had he dreamt of this? Your hand pressed against him, stroking him to completion, letting his cum spill into your hand that he knew wouldn’t wrap entirely around his girth.

“Want us to make you feel good, princess?” Mitsuya spoke against the hollow of your ear before nipping your lobe. Your whine against Draken’s lip was the only answer you could provide as he deepened your kiss. Everything they did had you pulsing with need. So long of ignoring how they would send your body into overdrive with a simple touch culminating into this moment when you could finally let go. This feeling was the one you had been missing for so long. And it felt right. To be with them. To have them against you like this. It was the feeling of being so touch-starved for something so magnetic being fulfilled in the way it needed.

You broke from the kiss, sucking down desperate gulps of air. Taking a chance, you pushed your hips against Mitsuya, moaning as the pressure building between your thighs was relieved for a split second, causing the man under you to groan at the sweet sound and friction. He was going to lose himself in you. He did everything he could to keep himself from cumming at the slightest touch. You probably wouldn’t believe it if he told you, but neither man had touched another woman since you came into their lives. Mitsuya gripped your hips tightly, pushing and pulling you along his clothed cock, your foreheads pressed together, breathing mingling as you both panted. Even like this, with the delicious drag of your cunt against him, your orgasm was building. You whimpered as Mitsuya stopped and pulled you off his lap suddenly, having noticed Draken pull away and motion for him to stand you up.

“What?” You said breathlessly and were quickly answered by Draken pulling off your shorts and panties, tapping you lightly on the thigh to encourage you to step out of them. Your arousal dripped down your thighs, unrestricted by the lack of clothing. He ran a finger through your folds, and your hips twitched as his long, thick finger eagerly sunk into your pussy.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Draken watched from behind as his finger sunk in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your moans filled the room, and you ground yourself against his hand, looking for more, more, more.

Draken’s finger pulled from your core, and you grunted in frustration, once again denied of your pleasure. You should have known they would both be teases. Draken laid on his back under you, quickly pulling you down to your knees and positioning you over his mouth, encouraging you to sit. The first swipe of his tongue against you had you seeing stars. Mitsuya lurched forward, once again capturing your lips and swallowing your moans.

“You taste so fuckin’ good, princess,” Draken’s voice was muffled between your thighs.

Mitsuya sat back again, a string of saliva connecting you both before it broke, and he wiped it off your chin with a swipe of his thumb. Your eyes were already glossy, lust-blown pupils joining with his own. The lavender of his iris’ was engulfed in darkness as he watched your face contort, and your mouth dropped over at the pleasure Draken was wringing from your body. You reached forward and pulled at his sweats, eager to taste him and feel him heavy against your tongue.

That smirk returned as he lifted his hips and pushed his sweats and boxers down enough to free his aching cock. The tip was leaking precum, and you instantly leaned forward, licking it from his slit before wrapping your lips around his head and taking him into the hot cavern of your mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Mitsuya bucked up into your mouth. “Slow— fuck, fuck— slow down, beautiful. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep going like that. God damn, you’re so fucking good.” Mitsuya swept your hair from your face, watching as you looked up at him through your lashes, moaning each time his cock disappeared between your lips. Your moans were muffled around him, and each vibration rocketed him towards the edge quicker and quicker.

Draken’s tongue dipped in and out of your pussy before he locked his lips around your clit and sucked, pulling the bud into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it before he would let go and repeat the process. Your hips ground against his face shamelessly, chasing your high, and Draken was more than willing to get you there. Your taste was sweet. Sweeter than he could have ever imagined—he wanted more. He wanted to feel more of your cunt pulsing around his tongue and hear more of your sweet moans. He wanted to hear you scream as you came on his face, riding out your high, bucking your hips as you came down. It was a sound he was growing addicted to quickly. He dipped his tongue back into you, moving his face side to side as his nose bumped against your clit, giving you the stimulation you craved. Your muffled moans grew around Mitsuya’s cock as Draken worked your pussy like an expert.

Your hand wrapped around Mitsuya’s cock as you popped him from your lips, the sloppy way you were sucking his cock giving you more than enough to stroke him from base to tip as you focused on chasing your orgasm, too overwhelmed to keep sucking him. Which he wasn’t against. He didn’t want to cum down your throat. He wanted to feel your pussy around him when you made him cum with your body for the first time. He had been dangerously close, panting and throwing his head back as his eyes rolled, losing focus as he felt you bob on his cock. It was the best he had ever felt, the years of knowing each other somehow translating into the knowledge of knowing what he liked.

“Ken, fuck. Ken, don’t stop. Please, please, please,” your begging was sobbed and broken. So close to your orgasm that you could feel it teetering on edge; one final flick of his tongue against your clit, and you were gone. Your orgasm exploded from your body with a loud scream of the man's name who brought you to it leaving your lips, and he drank down every ounce of your release, groaning at the taste and bucking his hips into the air. He almost came from the sound of his name leaving your mouth. Your legs shook on either side of his head, constricting tightly until he tapped your thigh again, and you shakingly forced them open, allowing him to shimmy out from under you and sit up.

“You did so fuckin’ good for me, baby,” Draken kissed at your neck before starting to pull your shirt, one he realized was his with a little bit of pride, over your head, quickly unhooking your bra. You smiled at the praise, slowly coming down from the earth-shattering orgasm. Mitsuya’s tongue poked out between his lips as he saw your tits, perfect in every way. He reached up and cupped one, loving how it fits in his hand. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it to a taught peak before letting go. You moaned, the slight motion building into overstimulation.

They rubbed their hands over your body, exploring your curves as your breathing returned to normal. Mitsuya grabbed your sides when your eyes opened and locked with his. He needed you. He needed to feel you wrapped around him. He had managed to calm down enough, determined to get you to cum before he did. He quickly lifted you and placed you back in his lap before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and rubbing it through your soaked folds. His tip caught on your clit as he did, collecting the wetness before slowly pulling you down on him.

He looked down to where you were connected, mouth agape as he took in the sight of his cock disappearing into your drenched pussy. His cock was big, longer than girth, but he knew the sting of the stretch was there as he glanced back up at your face, and your eyebrows were pinched together. You both moaned when you were fully seated on him.

“Oh my god, Taka,” your voice was breathy as you spoke. “You feel so good.”

He was curved enough that as he gave gentle thrusts into you, you could feel him drag against the sensitive spot tucked against your walls. Each time he did, you relaxed until he could move more freely. Mitsuya angled his hips just enough so that each time he pulled you up and down, the head of his cock would bully that spot over and over.

“More, Takashi.” His name was a prayer on your lips. His eyes slid shut as he thrust into you, matching each drop of your hips. Your thumb pulled on his chin, forcing him to look at you again.

“Don’t close ‘em. Wanna see as you fuck me.”

“Holy shit,” Mitsuya breathed, his hips stuttering at your words.

The couch sank as Draken took up Mitsuya’s original spot, slowly stroking his now-freed cock as he watched. He was mesmerized by the way your tits bounced with each pound Mitsuya pushed into your body. The sound of skin-on-skin mixes with the collective grunts and moans filling the room.

“Play with her tits, Mitsuya.”

Mitsuya instantly complied, returning to his earlier motions of pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. His mouth latched onto the other, biting gently and sucking it into a taught peak before letting go to blow cold air over it. Mitsuya could feel your pussy pulsing as he pushed you to another orgasm, gripping and tightening around his cock as he bullied his way in.

“You’re so tight,” he said, pulling your breast back into his mouth, moaning against the skin. “Gonna make me cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. C’mon, baby. C’mon. C’mon.”

Mitsuya’s hand snaked between your bodies, pushing his thumb to your clit and rubbing tight circles into it. Your legs trembled as he did. You felt the fiery building sensation as you neared another high, uncaring as your moans grew in volume, too lost in how you felt. Everything Mitsuya did to your body was rushing you towards the edge, every kiss and snap of his hips enough to clear your mind and fuck you until all that was left was him. The twitch of his cock and the falter in the rhythm of his hips were the signs of his impending release.

“Gonna cum, Takashi. Cum in me, please, please. Wanna feel your cum.”

“Fuuuck,” the word was drawn out from Draken, and he gripped the base of his cock, fending off the orgasm that threatened to spurt from him at your words.

Mitsuya’s hips stuttered once more, and his eyes met your glazed-over ones as he pulled you down once, twice, three times more, and your pussy pulsed hard, wrapping him in a vice as you came, sending him over the edge as you milked him for all he was worth. Each spurt of cum was pushed into you with a twitching thrust of his hips, forcing it deep into you. Each time a moan was ripped from the back of his throat, guttural and deep.

You collapsed against him, chest to chest, while you both panted. Not pulling in oxygen quickly enough to replace what you were losing. Mitsuya cupped your cheek, pressing gentle kisses against your lips, and you moaned gently into him. He slowly pulled you off his softening cock with a whimpering moan, unashamed of the sound that left him. He watched his cum leak from your abused cunt and down your thigh. Your body was like jelly as he handed you to Draken, who was waiting, cock rock hard and begging to be buried in you.

You hummed gently, lifting a hand and carding it through your next new lover's hair. His eyes were soft as he assessed you, looking for any signs of discomfort.

“Hey, handsome.”

“Think you can go one more, baby?” Draken gently kissed your jaw, continuing down your neck and back up before slowly locking his lips with yours. He knew your body was worked over. He had waited this long. But, if he needed to wait longer, he gladly would. You reached between you and gripped his cock, pumping once before running your finger over the tip, collecting the precum, and stroking him again. Draken hissed at the contact between his teeth, a sharp intake of air.

Mitsuya chuckled from behind you. “Think that means she’s ready.”

Draken let you line his cock up with your entrance, and you slowly sank down, whimpering at the feel of him, at the stretch that knocked the breath from your lungs. He was bigger than Mitsuya, and you were thankful for the two orgasms they coaxed you to.

“Take it slow, baby,” Draken said through gritted teeth. “So fucking tight.”

Mitsuya hummed in agreement. Watching as you sank yourself down. Watching your back muscles flex and twitch as you took Draken into your core was intoxicating. Your arms wrapped around the corded muscles of his neck, and you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. It was art, the way he observed you. If he could draw this moment, capture how you looked now, pressed against Draken’s body as his hands flexed on your hips, grounding himself to this universe, he would.

Draken resisted every urge to thrust himself up into you or pin you to the couch and push your legs to your chest to pound into your tight cunt relentlessly. He wanted you to have this moment. To let you give yourself to him in your way and your time. It was a level of control he could offer you as you bared yourself to him. Draken wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. He gave a testing thrust of his hips upwards, and you met the motion with a roll of your hips. You pushed up on your knees, and Draken planted his feet on the couch, allowing himself the leverage to thrust up into your gushing pussy. Each time the sloppy sounds of your slick mixed with Mitsuya’s cum spurred him on more.

You could tell he was holding back. His arms trembled with restraint, and each grunt against the skin of your neck was strained, rumbling from deep within his chest. Your hand tangled in the hair at the base of his neck, and you gripped tightly, pulling back with a yank. He gasped, his eyes turning feral.

“Stop holding back, Draken.”

A growl burst from his chest, and Mitsuya was moving before either of you, anticipating Draken's movement as he slammed your back onto the couch, capturing your hand between one of his and pinning them above your head. Draken slotted himself back between your thighs, slamming his cock back into you, going deeper than you had ever anticipated. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he started roughly pulling back and sinking into you with a sharp slap of his hips. You hooked a leg around his lower back, angling your hips to allow him to bump up against your g-spot. Tears gathered on your lash line with each thrust. Each choked moan only spurred Draken on as he drank in the sight of you below him, utterly pliant in his hands.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl. Taking our cocks so well,” Drakens words fell from his lips mindlessly, unable to hold them back any longer. “Want me to fill you up, baby? Wanna feel my cum in there with Takashi’s and watch it drip outta your pretty cunt. Our pretty cunt.”

His words were music to your ears, bouncing around in your empty head and filling it with the image of what he described. You never wanted anything more. To be marked by these two men, pumped full of their cum, staking the claim on you that they had spent so many years imagining.

Mitsuya’s eyes were glued to your face, and he resisted the urge to stroke his cock as it twitched to life once more. He watched as your moans grew into silent screams, unable to let out anything more than gasps of air each time Drakens hips slammed against yours. He watched as your eyes rolled back once more and your chest arched off the couch, and your legs shook, quickly realizing these were the signs that you were about to cum. The sharp intake of breath from Draken confirmed as your pussy gripped him tighter, sucking him in deeper, begging for more, more, more, just as your vision whited out and you came with a muted cry.

“Fuck. That’s it, sweetheart. So. Fucking. Tight.” Every word was accentuated with a thrust, coaxing you through your high until he finally stilled, body shaking as he let go, letting his orgasm ripple up his back. Spurt after spurt of hot cum emptied into you, stuffing you impossibly full. Draken pushed his forehead to yours, rubbing at your wrists where he held them as he panted, eyes shut and hair sticking to his face. He gently eased out of you once his cock had softened, and the mixture of your, his, and Mitsuya’s cum leaked from your abused hole. He ran two fingers through it, pushing it back in, smirking as you whimpered at the touch.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Mitsuya lamented beside you as he tapped Draken’s shoulder with a cold water bottle. You didn’t know when he had disappeared and returned just as quickly. His sweats were back in their place, and his shirt was gone. You took a moment to soak in the sight while Draken pulled you up and into his lap, holding you close against his sweat-slick body. Mitsuya opened the top of your water bottle and handed it to you. The cold liquid was a balm to your horde throat, raw and overused from the screams and moans.

“You did so well, Princess,” Mitsuya said against the crown of your head as he pressed his lips to it.

Draken grunted in agreement, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. Your scent was a mix of your own and theirs now. In a primal way, some part of him preened at the smell.

You were finally theirs.

Draken had never been so sure of something in his life that this was how it was meant to be.

Mitsuya held your hand tightly as you walked down the street, heading toward D&D Motors. Mikey had called your boyfriend earlier, a giggle in his voice as he asked you to meet him at the shop. Mitsuya had rolled his eyes when the call ended, unphased by Mikey’s antics and dreading what he could be planning. Draken had also gotten the call, annoyed that he would be going into the shop on his day off.

You glanced down at your phone as it buzzed in your freehand.

“Oh, Draken just got there. He said he’s going to wait for us out front.”

You turned the corner a few moments later and skipped a little as you saw Draken standing there, hands tucked tightly into his pockets. Mitsuya let your hand slip from his as you rushed forward, flinging yourself into the bigger man's arms, and he oofed as he steadied himself with a step back at your force.

“Hey, baby. Miss me?”

You pressed a kiss to his lips as you nodded. He had been out running errands all morning, picking up parts for customers, and visiting other shops in the area.

“What does Mikey have planned?”

Draken rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as Mitsuya finally closed the distance between you at his leisure pace. “Hell only knows with him.”

The bell over the door jingled as Draken pushed it open. The shop was dark as you entered and looked around. You did see anyone.

“Yo! Mikey!” Draken called into the shop.

“Back here, Ken-chin!” His best friend yelled back from where all the parks were parked. Mitsuya cocked an eyebrow at you both before leading the way.

You all pulled to a stop when you saw all your friends crowded into the area and a banned over their heads that read, “It’s About Damn Time!”

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A Helping Hand

This was a quick scenario that I couldn't get out of my head and for the life of me, it had me squirming in my chair at work. Not edited, forgive the sloppiness.

Warnings: fingering, f!oral, smut, anal (pt3), implied exhibitionist (pt3), dubcon at the beginning of part 3, overstimulation, vibrator, it was all over the place. Sorry if I missed anything.

MDNI! - respectfully, GO AWAY!

Scenario:

Being a member of a gang was already thrilling enough with the constant fights and feisty members. The bond between you and them was on a platonic level, though you’ve never dared cross the line with them, subtle touches and glances had your heart racing. You’d still seek adrenaline to keep you entertained every now and then. Exploring new things was nothing new, you’d enjoy trying fun little things in public and basked at the risk of getting caught. Earlier that day, you decided to walk around with a wireless vibrator inside you. You kept toggling with the remote between the low and medium settings, you had no intention of keeping it in all day until you realized that it was pushed a little too far up. Your fingers couldn’t reach it and when trying to shut it off - the button got stuck, ultimately breaking the controller and making the setting go a little higher. An emergency meeting didn’t give you time to go home and change, when you went to a restroom to try and get the toy out, you couldn't reach it. You had no choice but to attend the meeting in a fucked up state. That was the thing though, no one ever caught on to your little lewd actions but this time, it didn’t go as planned. During the meeting, they noticed how you kept fidgeting, kept your distance and refused to sit down. Your face was dusted in pink and your eyes were glossy - almost as if you were dazed or high. After the meeting, you were pulled aside and confronted.

1. Who takes you home and punishes you? Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora, Smiley, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Mochi, Mucho, Rindou, Shion

“Oi…are you not feeling well?” He asks and places his hand on your forehead to check for a fever. He could hear your unsteady breathing and the tremble on lip got him on high alert. It was mortifying to have your captain/teammate potentially discover the real reason you’re feeling faint. The softest whimper and unintended puppy eyes had him worried for you. Without hesitating, he swung you over his shoulder and left the meeting area. The others were concerned that something may have happened or that you fell ill but did not follow unless instructed.

He took you home and could feel how your body continued to shiver and your shortness of breath - they had him on edge. Laying you down in your bed, he was about to dash out of the room to get some medicine but you stopped him by snatching his arm. “Wait…it’s not what you think.” You say almost in tears. “You’re in pain, don’t try to tough it out!” He exclaims and snatches his arm away to head to the doorway. However, he freezes the moment he hears you moan out his name. You didn’t mean to but just as you called out his name - your climax hit you like a truck.

Turning around to face you, he sees you clenching the sheets with your back arched and legs spread. Was he imagining things or did you actually call out to him in a rather lewd way? “...(Y/N)?” He barely manages to say before your 2nd orgasm washes over you. You're a moaning and panting mess. Oh that look, he’s seen it various times in porno videos - a lump began to form in his throat as he struggled to say something. At this point, you’re moaning your sentences to him and reaching for him. “Oh god! Help me get it out!” He rushes over and begins to unbuckle your pants, pulling them down and sees the wet patch in the pantyline.

His heart is pounding out of his chest, you were his friend and teammate, and yet he’s stripping you as if he’s your lover. “I-It’s stuck! The vibrator…take it out! Take it out! OH FUCK!” Your moans were like a call of the night to him, he saw your chest heaving and your slick beginning to seep through the fabric of your panties. He begins to pull your pantyline to the side and couldn’t help but get hard at seeing your bare pussy coated in your juices. “Fuck (Y/N)...” He exhales a shaky breath and slowly slides his fingers between your folds, gathering the slick to coat his fingers. The sensations were embarrassing but your desperation made you not give a shit about who was touching and seeing you. You just wanted this thing out of you.

The sweetest moan dripped from your lips like honey along with his name when he prodded your core. He could feel the vibrations from your toy and his breath hitched at your warmth. “Hurry! Please, I’m about to cum!” You cry and beg him as your hips begin to move on their own. The sensation of his fingers stretching you out was driving you wild. He dove deeper into your cunt and was purposefully touching spots inside your walls to get you to react. He never knew that he’d fall in love with the sound of his name coming from your lips. “Almost got it…” He pretended to struggle.

The third orgasm was clawing its way out. He threw you over the edge when his thumb began to circle your clit. “What are you-ah! Fuck fuck fuck!” You scream and throw your head back in ecstasy as he ripped the third orgasm from you. He had front row seats to see your squirt all over his fingers and wrist. With your whole body twitching and trembling, he couldn’t help but bask at seeing you at this mercy. The mischievous grin that spread across his lips made you clench around his fingers. “Ngh…please, I’m begging you…” You’re out of breath, sweating and a beautiful mess. “Take this as punishment for doing this at a meeting…though I’m sure someone else would have loved to punish you, I’ll just have to take care of you myself.” He says and lowers his head between your thighs.

With one long swipe of his tongue, you felt your surroundings melt and your voice kept calling out to him. Your hands gripped his tresses and tried to pry him off but his hot tongue felt too good to stop. Somewhere somehow he ended up stripping you bare and oh how your body had him in a trance. Those perfect tits he’s only ever dreamed of putting in his mouth or play with, they were now begging to be touched. His touch was tender on your breasts. Placing open mouth kisses and gentle pinches, seeing you react to his every move had him in the clouds. “Who would have known that our little princess was…well, a perfect little slut.” His tone of voice made a chill run down your spine, you’ve never seen him like this before. Let alone even heard anything about this type of behavior from him. He wouldn’t, would he? Would he dare to cross the line between friend and lover? It’s a little too late for that. Those lines were blurred the moment you screamed his name.

The entire night he had you ruining the bed sheets and screaming until your throat was sore. His constant teasing, his touches, the first time kissing him - it all felt so surreal. To think that your teammate would have ulterior motives, well to be fair they just happened to blossom in the midst of your risqué action.

Finally, after an eternity he pulled out the still vibrating toy. You were left a complete mess, barely moving with your bare chest heaving and drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. He examines it and thinks to himself, This little thing was driving you insane? Twisting the toy, he was able to open it and take out the batteries, making it stop. Tossing it aside, he looked down at you, devouring your naked form and positioned himself to give you something more to scream about.

2. Who needs it to be spelled out for them? Mikey, Takemichi, Chifuyu, Angry, Inui, Shinichiro, Hakkai, Kakucho

“(Y/N), you ok? You don’t look so good?” He asks with a concerned look on his face. You nod weakly and begin to walk away, however, your knees give out and he catches you. The way your body was trembling, he was afraid that you were probably catching a cold or the flu. “I’m taking her home, she’s not feeling so well.” You try to explain that you’re ok but he wasn’t having it. The others remained quiet, it’s like they knew something else was up but only chuckled and shook their heads at the clueless man taking you home.

Barely managing to get through the front door and into the living room, he sits you down on the couch and runs to your kitchen to look for medicine. You were left panting and clutching the couch pillows for stability, desperately holding back. It was becoming too much, your body felt hot and your vision was beginning to go white. You bite your hand to keep from making too much noise, the pent up orgasm had you sliding down to the floor.

When he comes back with a glass of water and medicine in hand, he sees you doubled over on the floor with tears in your eyes. “Oi! What’s wrong? Should I take you to a hospital?!” He puts the items in his hands on the coffee table and rushes to your side. Only when he places a hand on your thigh, he feels a slight vibrating sensation and panics. “What’s going on?! Are you having a seizure?” He tries to get you to sit up straight but you refuse to move to avoid looking him in the eyes. “N-Ngh…No hospital…” You barely manage to say between a moan. This poor soul thought you were groaning from being in pain. The sensation of a second orgasm was creeping up on you, making your breathing unsteady and your moans get a little louder. He thought you were going to die. He managed to roll you over but the moment he did, you moaned his name and buried your face into his chest. Your hands were gripping his shirt for dear life with shaky hands.

“I’m here, I’m here - but how can I help you if you don’t tell me what's wrong?!” He exclaims and worries that you might not live to see tomorrow if he doesn’t get help. Looking up at him, your face was dusted in pink and you had tears streaming down your face. The look of innocence and embarrassment only made his heart flutter, were you actually ok? “I…I need help.” You mutter and place your hand on your womb. He was slightly confused now - “Are you cramping or something? I don’t think I can help you with that.” He says and looks away embarrassed that he was panicking over you getting your period. You huff and take his hand, placing it lower and closer between your thighs. “No… the v-vibrator. It’s…it’s stuck…” He couldn’t comprehend what the hell you were talking about until he felt the vibrations a little better.

His face went as red as a tomato when he realized what you were referring to. “O-Oh… you mean you…” He feels his heart rate spike when you whimper and moan. Saying his name while you’re in this state immediately made a tent in his trousers. Oh shit. He thinks to himself as he tries to hide it. “Your fingers are - ah! Oh god… they’re longer than mine.” You whine, leaning him back on the couch and lay back on his chest. His brain short circuited, was he going to have to finger you to get the toy out? Indeed he does.

Placing yourself between his legs, you could feel the raging hard on he had. You were feeling faint again, this was your teammate, your friend but you had no one else to turn to and you don’t think you’d last until the battery ran out. There was no way! Pulling your pants and panties down, you remove them completely - exposing your bare cunt for him. You felt his member twitch and throb on your lower back. He was in shock and could only pant at the site below him. “Please, you need to get it out!” You cry out to him and reach for his hand. His hand was shaking and you felt like this was a really bad idea, but you were desperate. Calling his name, he snapped out of his daze. “I’ve never done this before.” He says and lets you guide his hand between your folds. “I won’t hurt you will I?” He was worried that his fingers were too long or too thick. Shaking your head no, you reassured him that he wasn’t going to hurt you.

When his fingers prodded your entrance, you let out a squeak and instinctively moved your hips into him. Feeling how your body grinded against his cock made him let out a small moan. This was wrong, this was so wrong but you were begging him for help. “Deeper…” You simply say as you try to bite back another moan. He follows your instructions and slowly slides his fingers inside you. The warmth of your walls and feeling of your slick coating his fingers - he thought he was going to bust at any moment. “Oh fuck…fuck, hurry up! I’m so close…” You moan out loud and begin to grind your hips into his fingers. His fingers curl as he tries searching for the toy and ends up hitting that spongy spot that makes you see stars. Throwing your head back into his shoulders, you scream his name and grind against his member, bringing him to the edge of insanity.

He stopped searching when he felt you squirt all over his fingers, and he pulled his fingers out to see that they were covered in your sheen juices. Temptation was eating away at him, he didn’t know whether to continue efforts or just make you cum again. Panting and out breath, you beg him to take it out. “Ngh…please!” Without hesitation, he gripped your hips and slid his fingers inside you. Going deeper and making your back arch, he had you at his mercy. You could hear him panting and felt his member throbbing - he was having a harder time than you were.

Finally, he managed to pull it out and you both remained on the floor, panting and a little embarrassed. Looking up at him, you noticed how his lips parted and how enticing they were. When he looked down at you, he saw you staring at him in a daze. “(Y/N)...” He pants and you bite your lip at the sound of his voice. All other sounds in the room faded and only the pounding of your hearts could be heard. Slowly, you both closed the distance and ever so gently brushed your lips against his - this moment was intimate, tender and full of yearning. When he caved and kissed you, it was innocent - could this be his first kiss? Who knows, at this point in time nothing else mattered, he fingered a woman for the first time and perhaps he might just get laid for the first time.

3. Who punishes you in front of everyone? Izana, Ran, South, Taiju, Hanma

“You seem to be lost in the clouds, woman.” He sneers. Panic begins to take over as you notice that he’s getting closer. If he finds out he will never let you live it down. “Nn-no, what are you t-talking about?” You stutter on your own words and avoid eye contact with him. “Is that so?” He hums and takes your hand, leading you towards a ledge where you and him can sit down. Crap, you didn’t want to sit down or else the vibrations could be heard against the hard surface. “The meeting is over, may I be excused?” You say nervously and almost pant your words. His ears perked up at hearing you panic. “No, take a seat - I need to talk to you.” He grins and forces you to sit.

The way you’re shifting and leaning back against the wall, he could see that whatever you had was driving mad. When he sat next to you, you scooted away a little but his immediate reaction was to pull you in close by the hip. Opps…when he did, you let out a moan and he felt the faint vibrations. “Oh? Don’t tell me…” He says and cups your chin, making you face him. Your teary eyes and pink dusted face made him bear a toothy grin. One that you wished you didn’t cause. “Wait…Please, it’s not what you think. I-I didn’t mean to come to the meeting like this.” You say and tremble under his searing gaze. Your quivering lip only further accelerated the malice growing inside him. “…did you want to get caught? Hmm?” He whispers heavily in your ear. He was sending shivers down your spine with his sardonic tone. You shake your head no and beg him to let you go home. He quickly placed you on his lap with your back against his chest. Nothing could have prepared you for the next moment.

The others were now staring and wondering what kind of trouble you got yourself into if you’re being lectured or toyed with by him. He motioned for one of his subordinates to come closer and gave him a single order. They all paused for a moment, thinking that he wasn’t serious. But the fire in his eyes made the subordinate quickly follow his instructions. With trembling hands the poor male quickly unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. In an instant you were pantless. “What are you doing?! Stop!” You yell but your mouth is quickly covered by your teammate’s/captain's hand. “You’re going to show everyone why you were having a hard time focusing on the meeting.” His voice was loud enough for all other members to hear. Your flushed face and tear stained cheeks only made him more merciless. His thick member was now throbbing against your ass. He was going to lay you bare in front of everyone.

Having him hold your legs apart for everyone to see the shameful mess you made of yourself - it was mortifying but you couldn’t help but enjoy the excitement of being seen. All member’s eyes were on you and your slick coated cunt. “Now everyone here knows how much of a filthy little slut you are…” He coos in your ear and hooks one arm under your thigh, letting the other leg drop and he plunges two thick fingers in your core. Your lewd moan had others palming themselves, they never thought you would be this bold and have a sex toy inside you during a meeting. Of course with your luck, you got caught by one of the worst people in the gang.

“Are you really that desperate for something between your legs that you resorted to this?” He chuckles as you try to close your legs. His strength made it almost impossible to even budge. “Enough! Please…I’m gonna-” You begin to beg but he cuts you off with a laugh and sinks his fingers in deeper. The way his fingers are thrusting inside you had you seeing the fucking aurora borealis lights. The lewd sounds of your own juices could be heard as your orgasm was forced out of you. You felt your eyes roll back into your skull when he continued his motions, he was going to make you come undone again. “W-Wait! I just came! Stop!” You cry and writhe in his lap. Your hand tried to stop him but you had little to no strength left. The tingling in your spine made your back arch and oh how he made a mess out of you.

“If you wanted pleasure…you could have just asked, (Y/N).” He teases and nibbles on your ear. You bite back a moan but he grips your jaw and forces you into a sloppy kiss. All reasoning went out the window. Your friend, your teammate/captain crossed the line and yet you wanted him to treat you a rougher. Some members had to excuse themselves to either relieve the tension in their trousers or change their trousers, they busted when your pretty pussy squirted and clenched around nothing.

“Fuck…fuck…I’m begging you…ngh! Take it out, I c-can’t reach it.” You whimper and bite his lip. Oh? That’s why she showed up like she did, it’s in too deep? He thinks to himself and hooks one arm under both your thighs. Lifting you he manages to release his throbbing cock and places it right at the entrance of your tight ring. The hot tip touching your back entrance made you squeak in surprise and panic. There was no way you were ready for this. For him to fuck you from behind when there is a vibrator inside your sopping cunt while everyone watches, just the thought made your core throb and clench around the toy.

With the amount of slick dripping from you, he didn’t need much to prepare - he rubbed his tip against you to gather enough for him to slide into you. When his tipped prodded you, you thought you were going to die. It was so thick, it felt like you were going to tear. “It’s too big! Fuck fuck!” You moan and dig your nails into his thigh. His husky moan echoed in your ear and you felt him go in inch by inch. “See darlin’...you want me just as much as I do. You're taking me so well.” He pants, lowering you into him and thrusts the last remaining inches inside you. Taking a moment to adjust to his length, he let your legs rest on his thighs - it gave you the opportunity to move at your own pace. To show you off like this, he wanted everyone to know that you now belonged to him. They will never get the chance to see you like this again. Besides, who would be able to fill you up like him? No one.

All the other remaining men were stroking themselves over the clothes, they were enjoying the show and couldn’t help but think of how you would feel on their cocks. The combination of him filling you up, the vibrator and the lewd scene that unfolded in front of their eyes - it made your hips move. “That’s my good girl... ” He moans and places his hands on your hips, guiding you and keeping you steady. You swore you could feel him in your throat, his length had you feeling more sensations than ever before. Being dazed and spell bound by him - he knew that you'd come back more. You had, there was no way anyone else would satisfy you.

Everything was going so fast, that by the time you realized you were bouncing on his cock - you saw that the others had their cocks in their hands. They were jacking off to seeing you get fucked and oh the audience loved every second of it. Each time his cock hit the very edge, you felt the vibratory push against your golden spot and he noticed it. You were already tightly squeezing his cock but the more you got closer to infinity, the more he thought it was going to lose it. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You cry out and throw your head back into his shoulder as your body twitches and releases your essence. He too came undone and filled you to the brim. His thick seed dripped down and hit the ground with a loud thud. He thought you were squeezing too hard still when he realized that the vibrator was still inside you. "Almost forgot about this…" He chuckles and removes it, tossing it into the crowd of men who were trying their hardest to clean up the mess they made.

To think that they had a filthy little minx amongst them, too bad they didn’t get to you sooner.

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dior-and-dietcoke · 1 year

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" SHE SAID DADDY I CAN FEEL IT IN MY TUMMY! "

DRAKEN, HANMA, TAIJU, BAJI, MITSUYA ‧₊˚

18+, belly bulge, mating press, size kink, degradation, praise, cervix fucking, soft sex (with Taiju n Draken), chokehold, choking, unprotected sex, breeding, use of "daddy", MDNI

DRAKEN

"You good baby?" Your boyfriend asked completely out of breath with his cock balls deep inside you. Your eyes were shut tight as your teeth were clenched just as tight, ken always felt so fucking good that you could cry.

His length filled you out so well..but it did also hurt like hell because he is just so big "mm-hm!" Ken grabbed your hand softly with his as he rubbed small circles on your sensitive clit

"baby.." he knew it hurt, but he also knew that he made you feel good. He placed your smaller hand on your stomach with his bigger one and you felt a small bump on it

"you took me so deep and so good, m' so fuckin' proud of my little angel" he whispered still breathing heavily by how your pussy was clenching him with every stroke.

Ken rubbed his thumb over your hand and looked at you with a fucked out smile and sweat coating his forehead

"You're such a fuckin' Angel..doin' so good..fuck—" your poor kenny couldn't hold it anymore and shot his hot cum inside your tight little cunt. "Fuuuck..yeah..take it—yeah, take it, baby girl..fuckk"

HANMA

"Fuckin' do it right, slut."

Hanma spat and smacked your ass after squeezing it for a few hours now.

You were bouncing on his lap the best you could but the pressure in your abdomen from his huge fucking cock made it so hard.

And hanma was pretending like this wasn't the best sex he ever had, he just wanted you to move faster on his cock so he could finally fill you up, his balls almost hurt with how long he had been holding and stopping his Release.

His slightly curly hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and temples as his golden eyes kept eye contact with you, as his hand on your throat let only a little oxygen in and out of your lungs. "C-can't! 'S too big—ahh!" This position made the feeling only worse and made his cock hit your cervix repeatedly.

Hanma laughed at your dumb but cute face "then let me help ya, yeah?"

He purred with the corners of his lips tugged up into a wicked grin before he switched positions and slammed you down into the bed with his big and tatted hand still around your neck that fit so perfectly in his hands.

"Fuck..takin' it way better when I'm helpin' ya" he chuckled and groaned as he pushed your leg to your chest with his free hand, hitting deeper again.

The throbbing of your cunt sent shivers up his spine and your loud cries went straight to his cock, and then he started grunting and breathing heavily "gonna fill ya up real good, my little whore~"

TAIJU

Taiju always felt like he was splitting you in half even when he was just always halfway inside, mainly because he doesn't want to rip your pretty pussy apart on his thick and huge cock.

but now that he is going raw with you for the first time and trying for a baby, he can't hold back.

The second he just slipped the head in he knew he couldn't hold back, he needed his cock to be buried balls deep inside you. The way you screamed and cried was like angels singing to him, he knew this would be the closest to heaven he will ever be.

"Ya can take it, baby. I know you can— fuck.." your husband grunted. Taiju was holding your hand with his right one and your hips with his left one, his dangerous eyes didn't leave your teary ones for a single second.

When it came to sex he was overprotective, He never wanted to hurt you in any way possible, and especially not when you are having the most intimate moment you could have with a person.

Your tears kept flowing down your face, and you kept whimpering that he thought something was wrong. "Doll.."

he huffed while moving his hips ever so slightly, making you whine even louder. "What's wrong?.." he let go of your hand and moved his to wipe your tears away with his thumb,

you bit your lip and he felt you pussy throb and clench around him, making taiju groan and hold himself back to not just fuck you unconscious. Your pretty eyes looked up at his dark ones and you parted your glossy lips "i-i.."

he gulped in anticipation and waited for you to finish your answer. "t-taiju-..can f-feel you in my t-tummy, taiju!..ohh!"

fuck..

the big man above you almost fucking came when you said that, so he was almost afraid to look down but he did. And he couldn't describe the sinful feelings he felt in this very moment if his life depended on it when he saw the bulge on your stomach. His eyes were shot wide open and his cock was close to releasing his cum inside your womb. "F-fuck doll..you're makin' me crazy.."

BAJI

"K-KEI! N-NOT SO ROUGH— AHHH!" you yelled as his gigantic cock bullied its way past your pussy lips and harshly hit your cervix with every thrust, baji loved fucking you from the back with his arm around your neck, choking you just right.

"Your pussy tells me to keep goin' though" he bit his lip and smacked your ass "dirty little liar~" he purred and then continued listening to your pussy soaking his cock in loud sloshing sounds. "MNNGH!" You moaned, gripping the counter of the pet shop harder till your nails left marks on the wood.

"Fuckin' good little pussy— fuck..wouldn't give this pretty little thing up for nothin'" your boyfriend praised, making a fucked out little smile form on your wet lips as your eyes rolled back, meeting baji's brown beautiful eyes looking down at you.

The arm that was around your neck loosened so that his calloused hand could grab your sweaty face, and baji smashed his lips down on yours, messily kissing you like a hungry animal.

His other hand ran down from your exposed tits to your stomach, but on its way to your clit he felt a little bump on your stomach.

To which he broke the kiss and pushed your head to lay on his shoulder by your neck, to give him a good view at what he just felt.

And sure enough, there was a little bulge on your tummy, disappearing and reappearing with every snap of his hips. "Ohhh fuck.."

baji groaned before he slammed your head back down on the counter and started fucking you like a mad dog in heat ready to breed your snug cunt.

MITSUYA

"Pretty girl~ look at me,"

Mitsuya whispered with his hand covering your mouth, he doesn't want you to make a single noise as he fucks you into oblivion while yuzuha and Hakkai are just around the corner in his office, mitsuya was supposed to measure your curvy and tempting body for a dress you wanted him to design.

And you two are used to flirting with one another but things suddenly got heated and he started fucking you on his desk, but suddenly he heard the elevator ding, meaning the two Shiba siblings arrived with mitsuya's fabrics that he wanted them to pick up.

and mitsuya pulled you around the corner so you two could keep messing around. Which is how you ended up in this situation, you looked up at him as a little tear rolled down your cheek and into mitsuya's hand that is pressed over your mouth.

"Good girl~" he praised flashing you a soothing and soft smile. Before he lowered his head and closed his eyes at how well your pussy gripped his sensitive cock.

But when he stilled his movements and slowly opened his eyes he saw a small print of his cock on your cute tummy. Mitsuya covered his mouth with his free hand as you suddenly rolled your hips against him, to not moan and let hakkai n yuzuha know what's going on.

"Little vixen," he whispered against your ear and held your hips in place. "You gonna move when I say so, got it, baby girl?"

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meikudan · 5 months

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just mitsuya <3

sex with Mitsuya is just so intimate. he’s so gentle and caring, handling your body like the most expensive thing in the world. though he always tells you you’re priceless, he treats you like absolute gold. the way he kisses all throughout your body, leaving no part untouched. and he treats your pussy so preciously. giving your clit such soft kisses before he dives into his meal. but definitely loves to have you push your limits. he fingers you, digits curling into that spot that makes your eyes roll back and mouth drop wide open. and he doesn’t. stop. he pushes his pretty baby, he knows how much you can take. the room gets filled with the sound of your sloppy pussy. he fingers you so rough, until you’re coming hard, your hands pushing his arm away. he doesn’t stop till you squirt all over him, soaking his arm and near chest. he loves to please you, he loves to make you feel a euphoric sensation, something you’ve never reached on your own before. when he finds himself all snuggled inside that tight cunt, he almost loses himself as a soft and gentle man. he’s pounding you, deep and rough. while you’re drooling and going dumb on his cock, he’s kissing your head, telling you everything’s okay. tears begin to fill your eyes. the pleasure is too good, and he makes you feel so fucking full. Mitsuya takes care of you, and always satisfies your needs.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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Basically reader is a friend and model for Mitsuya and the other models are jealous so they bully her when he’s not looking. But then over Time the two fall in love and eventually secretly get married and kept it that way cause of publicly and imagine the surprise of all the models when they cross the line in being mean her and right before the models get in trouble he tells them to get their hands off his wife . Everyone is shook and the models are fired

This one will be short but sweet!

Go-See: Takashi Mitsuya x Fem!Reader

wc: 741

tw: smut

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"I don't think this will fit you..." A slight scowl crosses the other model's face as she holds up the garment made especially for you. "You have gained some weight since you've been away."

"Away?"

"We've noticed you haven't been modeling as frequently," another model smirks. "Finally seeing that you're not really wanted, hm?"

The comments sting, but you shrug them off, taking the garment from the first model and walking off to the dressing room. For years, you've endured the smirks, the fake smiles, the tight lips, the shows of disgust... but the only way you could bear it was knowing it was all for Mitsuya.

The dressing room door opens as you think of him and how you've been spoiled by him for the past two years. "Hey." You turn to see Mitsuya walking toward you, a shy smile crossing his features. "You look incredible."

"Thank you," you reply, lacing your arms around his neck and sighing. "I was wondering if it would still fit, but--"

"And why wouldn't it fit?" Mitsuya wonders, chuckling. "I know your body. Inside and out." The suggestion of "inside" makes you giggle like a schoolgirl, and Mitsuya makes a kissy face while leaning toward you.

"Mitsuya," you croon, and his hands go to your waist, holding you gently. "How much time until the show?"

"Thirty minutes. You don't need hair and makeup, do you?"

"Already done." Mitsuya looks over your form, nodding.

"Perfect." You're hefted onto the dressing room table before Mitsuya pushes the dress around your waist. "I've been waiting all day to taste you."

What ensues is a slow, sensual, and reverent cunnilingus session. You're sure if another model walks in on you, rumors would fly at the speed of light, but somehow, you're spared from that fate.

Mitsuya takes his time - seeing as he's the star of the show - and you orgasm just as the stage manager calls out, "Five minutes to show" on the intercom. Mitusya stands, wiping his face, and then presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"See you out there, babe."

Even though you're still riding the high from your orgasm and Mitsuya's love, the looks the models give you wither your spirits. The runway is more forgiving, and the audience gazes upon you with awe and wonder. Mitsuya has the capability to make anyone look at you with reverence, you note. Anyone except the other models, that is.

"You fumbled out there!" The shout catches your attention while the music prevents it from reaching the audience's ears. "If you had just done your job--"

"Hey," you call out, hurrying over to where the commotion is. You spot a model shouting at a stage crewperson at the top of her lungs with her hand raised in the air, poised to slap the person. Again, it seems from the red print on the young woman's face. "Hey! You can't do that to people on the crew!" You step between the frightened woman and the angered model, but you soon find that your actions might have been a mistake when the model curls her lip at you.

"And what do you have to say now, missy?"

"You might be a great model," you begin. "But you've got a shit attitude." The air in the area is sucked out as soon as the words leave your mouth. Furious, the model raises her hand to slap you too, but an alarmed exclamation prevents her from landing it right on your face.

"Enough!" Mitsuya, red from the top of his head to his neck, strides towards you purposefully, his eyes wild. "Explain this to me, and quickly."

"It's not what it looks li--" Mitsuya gives the girl a hard glance, and she lowers her eyes before stepping back.

"I'm not sure who thought it was a good idea to raise a hand to my wife," he bites out. "But this all ends today. The rest of you, see yourselves out." It takes a moment before the models begin to file out, shocked at the revelation and somewhat dismayed.

"You didn't have to do that," you murmur to Mitsuya, who shrugs and extends his hand out to you. "Who's going to finish the show?"

"There will be more, dearest. The world isn't in short supply of kind and hard-working models." You take his hand, relaxing finally. "Let's go out and end this show on a high note, yes?"

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h8ani · 4 months

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You don't mean to hold onto the past but, you do. You hold onto him with every piece of you and you're only going to hurt others in the process.

Takashi Mitsuya x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: nsfw, female reader, non-canon events, reader deals with grief, major character death, descriptions of a dead body, mentions of blood, mentions of a panic attack, unprotected sex, hurt & no comfort

Here is my entry for @bioticlaw TUN collab! I don't know why I choose sadness and angst but I hope anyone who reads this enjoys what I wrote! I tried my hardest with this one :')

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Grief: (noun) deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone's death.

Grief is the response to loss, particularly to the loss of someone or something that has died. Death is the tragedy in the young, too many opportunities and experiences cut short. There’s a different kind of mourning you feel when someone you love dies young, you’re angry; the unfairness in the world makes you want to scream and cry, all the lost occasions and celebrations you’ll never get with your person. It’s different when they never get to grow old with you, getting to have the same initiations in life that you had to go through; the heartbreaks, the ceremonies, all the celebratory times in one’s life all cut too short by the angel of death himself. Death is a right of passage for the elderly, the old have lived their lives fully, looking back on the memories that they made because they had a full life to live, a life they had lived absolutely.

The death in your life was one no person should have to endure. The loss of your one true love; Ken Ryuguji. The sorrow you feel should be a testament to the love you had, the pain stands as a witness of your bond with him and how it still survives even when time has spent since his passing.

Ken was a true gem, a diamond in the rough of the people in your life. He was a protector by nature when it came to you, always shielding you from danger since you two were young, it continued even after you two grew up from little kids to young adults although by then you were able to defend yourself without needing his presence. It’s a shame you were never able to do the same for him.

The memories of seeing him were ones engraved in your mind, the blood that pooled around his cold, lifeless body still haunts every aspect of your being. Most nights you cry yourself to sleep, the recollections of that unforgettable night being the only thing you’re able to think of when the moon shines brightly through your window, the darkness of the night mirroring just how you felt inside most days. No matter what you do to stop them, the tears continue to flow.

You wish you could think of the happy memories, lord knows there were plenty of them to blur out the bad. Your favorite memories hazily glow in the glum thoughts, the light trying to brighten but eventually being downcast into the murkiness of your heartbreak. You still think back to when you’d be on the back of his bike – your arms wrapped tightly around his waist as the bike was revved up and exceeded speeds that weren’t legal in any way but you didn’t care. You could’ve driven for hours and ended up who knows where and you wouldn’t care. You would’ve been content just being with Ken forever.

But forever doesn’t exist.

The suffering you endure from the memories of that very night – it’s like razor blades filled inside one of the many stuffed animals he had given you throughout the years, the more you clung to them the deeper the cuts go, and no chance in healing as you embed them deeper and deeper.

You gasp aloud, body shooting up in a frenzy as you look around, the heavy comforter that was once draped over you was now kicked down and bunched down at your feet. Your throat constricted against itself as you tried to heave as much air in your lungs as possible. The room was spinning even when the darkness surrounded you with no form of light peeking out anywhere. You squeezed your eyes shut, the tears that had already been welling up fell down your cheeks now. You’re so focused on catching your breath and centering yourself that you don’t hear the calling of your name from beside you, the low buzz in your ears greater than his voice could reach.

You feel a gentle hand on your back, the slow movements of his hand seemingly calming you down in a matter of seconds. “Sorry…” you mutter out, voice hoarse and quiet, you glance over to see your boyfriend, a worried expression etched all over his face.

“No apologies tonight, okay?” Mitsuya says as he sees your broken figure, he pulls you closer to him as he lays you both back into the bed. Your head rests against his shoulder while he continues to rub small circles along your back. A shaky sigh escapes your lips as you melt into him feeling the tingle in your body slowly dissipate while you calm down.

Mitsuya knew what he was getting into when he finally decided to approach you, he had known you since you both were kids; being introduced to each other by Draken himself, he also knew of the relationship that you and Draken had, Mistuya was also the one who realized that you were the unlucky soul who found Draken’s body, but how could you not when you were pinged the location.

It was something out of a movie, a horror movie that no one should have to live through. Mitsuya remembers hearing that you found Draken’s body but when you opened up enough to tell him the events that happened that very night a shiver ran through his spine.

You rushed through the story when trying to talk to him about it, tears pricking your eyes because you were so tired of crying and just wanted to stop. When you finally got to the part that took an eerily chill turn Mitsuya could feel his own throat start to contract, the bile in his throat slowly rising up. You got the location ping from Draken himself, it was a random spot, an area behind a field that was frequently packed during the summer when little league would be in full swing, but you knew it. You went to go meet him, confused as to why he was so M.I.A during the day and why he didn’t tell you about the reason for this random location drop. You finally saw him, lying in a patch of grass staring up at the stars until realizing what you were actually looking at.

Draken was dead.

His face looked peaceful but the torn, dirty clothes he was wearing said differently. The grass was stained red around him and it dragged on as if his body was moved. Days later you found out that he had been dead for hours prior to getting the location ping that was sent to your phone, a silent yet deafening message being sent to you.

Mitsuya listened to everything, seeing how you were when reiterating the story to him, watching how you fidgeted and struggled to finish the story towards the end. You were never the same after that, the lasting effects of witnessing and living through something so traumatizing was something you dealt with on a daily basis. You told him that the first few months you had nightmares every night, some so bad that you forced yourself to stay awake for days on end which only made you incoherent at work. Therapy was something you now go to three times a week, it does help but he sees the anger behind your eyes when you say you shouldn’t need it.

You were closed off when Mitsuya came to you, another result of what you had been through. He remembers vividly of your warnings to him, you were so adamant on telling him that you weren’t the same girl he once knew, you couldn’t be. If you could’ve given him a powerpoint presentation as to why he shouldn’t be with you, you would have if you were given the time. But he didn’t care, he just smiled that same comforting smile he’s always had at you just waiting on you to finish the 15th reason as to why he’d be better off with someone else.

The look on your face when he just waited for you to finish and proceed to ask you out on a date was something he cherished, the little gap your lips made in astonishment and wide eyes was something to snicker at. He was going to be the one to break down this concrete wall you had built up.

Days turned into weeks which turned to months and here you were, almost a year together and if you were being completely honest you were surprised. You didn’t expect a relationship to come from him, but when it did, the guilt that started to eat away at you displayed so vividly that you were so sure that he was going to cut and run at the earliest convenience, but he stayed, he kept his feet planted firmly down and promised to help you, he told you that you weren’t alone in this and for the first time in a long time you didn’t feel alone.

Mitsuya was never a rebound to you, you never wanted him to be just someone to take up the space that Ken once filled up, you don’t think that anyone could truly do that. Being with Mitsuya you learned that it’s okay to keep ahold of those memories you held so close when it came to Ken, that still loving Ken was okay even if you were now with Mitsuya. With the relationship you now had it was easier than you had expected because he had seen all of you, all of your troubles and hardships, and what you needed. There were no points of uncertainty because he was there to help you through it all. If that’s the secret to the strong bond and how it formed so fast for you two you’d be happy to say it aloud and shout it from the rooftops, although you still have your troubles it’s easier to talk to someone who isn’t being paid to listen.

Despite the fact that your relationship with him wasn’t always like this and your feelings for Mitsuya were more of a slow agonizing burn than something that blossomed like a beautiful flower in the springtime. Your feelings crept up slowly, once treating him like a foreign object that was protruding into you deeper and deeper until you felt the ache subside, you caught yourself waiting on his calls, always happening around the same time, and just like clockwork you let it ring three times before answering. You started to miss his absence and sweet words, always knowing what calms you down when you’re more anxious about the world around you. You genuinely liked him, although the thoughts of uncertainty always loomed in the back of your mind. The guilt eats you away in random moments of the day, when you feel content it hits harder than you’d like. Would Ken be upset with you? This was his friend, his close friend to be exact and it felt wrong. Continuing on with life was something you needed to do, you had to keep going on, so why did you still feel this way? Was it too soon to move on? Should you have stayed alone and dealt with this all yourself rather than finding solace in another person? Was it fair for you to find happiness while Ken couldn’t feel anything anymore? He was gone, dead and buried yet here you are alive and tormented by nothing but the thoughts of him and what could’ve been.

“We’ll get through this.” Mitsuya’s voice brings you back to him, his voice was as quiet as a whisper but came through so loud in your head. He always has a way of bringing you back down. Your throat still hurt and you could still feel the drum of your heart pounding against your chest. “We’ll get past this.”

Past this… Past Ken… God, if only he was still here. You wouldn’t be like this, you wouldn’t be in pain and constantly having a battle within yourself, you wouldn’t be–

“I love you.” Mitsuya’s voice cut in.

Suddenly everything stopped; time, sound, your breathing. The words that left his lips danced around in the atmosphere circling around you both. You raise your head and look at him, lavender eyes wide open as he stares right back at you. He’s terrified, the silence in the air making him more nervous than he’d like to be.

It slipped, of course he feels that way but he didn’t want to say it until he was absolutely sure you felt the same. A childlike way of going about things but who could blame him when you looked the way you did right now, you were stunned, you might as well have been hit with a stun gun with the way you seemed to be frozen just from three simple words that carried so much weight to them and worry was now creeping up on him, God knows you’ve tried pushing him away before but now this just might be the final blow to send you running away from him for good.

“Say it again.” You speak up, albeit quietly and unsure of the words that you had just heard but still understood by Mitsuya.

He swallows down the fear that creeps up his throat, the look he gives you is uncommon yet raw, shifting to face you more, his hand grazes up your arm until it rests against your cheek, and his thumb brushes against the soft skin as he takes a deep needed breath. “I love you–”

Mitsuya felt your lips on him before he could finish let alone process what was happening. Your eyes squeezed together tight and hands squeezed around his wrist even tighter. If a single kiss could condense a million thoughts and promises in one, this would be it. He kisses you back, lips forming against yours and bleeding all the passion between the words he said to you behind it. Your lips were warm and soft against his which was a stark contrast to your bodies, his was cold to the touch; chest pricked with goosebumps as your warm hands roamed over him. He snaked an arm around you quickly tugging you closer all while shifting to hover over you. You feel his weight bare more on top of you, one hand holding himself up as his other slides under your shirt just enough to feel your skin against his.

Your skin felt like a million fireworks were being set off on top of it, the way his hand set them off in an instant made you feel so many things: excitement, regret, acceptance, guilt.

The thought of Ken slips into your mind. Of all times to be here, you thought. You were always so shy with him, the memories of your first time flooded in like a dam that had finally burst. His face; rosy cheeks and the beads of sweat that graced his body, he was praising you the entire time, telling you how good you were doing and how beautiful you looked under his body. His hands; how strong they were when you finally switched positions, he so easily lifted you up and brought you back down his cock with such ease. And his mouth; the way he effortlessly spewed such filth on top of the sweet and loving words he’d call you. And his-

You shake those thoughts away, needing wanting to focus on the man in front of you.

Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers grazing the side where his tattoo stays hidden. Strong hands find place at your waist and soon fingers dexterously hook into the waistband of your bottoms and tug them down.

He wishes he could take his time with you, wanting to go as slow as he can to savor this moment, but the way he’s tugging your top off and pulling his sweats down he can’t help it. Your hands move quickly as well, tugging at his boxers with a slight tremor. Nerves running rampant at this very moment, you want this, you need this with him. You want to get this right.

You’re both so sweaty as his cock is thrusted back into you continuously. The oversensitivity for how long you two have been going is catching up to you and tears well up in your eyeline ready to fall. Just a little more and you’ll get there, teetering on the edge of ecstasy and falling back down to losing your high.

Mitsuya’s thrusts weren’t rough but were just enough to pull the small whimpers from you. His hands were on your hips pushing you deeper into the mattress with every thrust that kissed your walls, it was needy, the way your legs hooked behind him pulling him deeper and deeper just chasing that high you couldn’t reach. Your brows furrowed in frustration and he saw that, he saw how you’ve been trying for so long just to finally cum. His thumb pressed into your clit rubbing small, quick circles to help you but that barely did anything.

Your walls fluttered around him for the nth time that night but almost like a mental block you don’t reach your peak, your walls stop gripping around him while a pout forms on your face and a huffed out sigh that was quietly heard. You couldn’t get yourself to finish.

Mitsuya swallows thickly as the words he’s about to say cause a deep churn in his stomach. “If you need to say…” he swallows them down, hips slowing down in the process yet still flush against yours, “his name. If that makes all of this easier for you, then say it.”

You snap your head up to look at him. Disbelief filling your brain from the words he just said. His name. Say Ken’s name…

“Takashi-”

“It’s fine-fuck.” He groans, his hips slowly pulling out until just the tip then slowly thrusts back in, a certain fervor behind it that makes your ears ring. His pace picks up, the shallow sound of his hips meeting yours until another groan leaves him. “You need this.”

He leans down and his lips latch onto the sweet spot to your neck, licking a stripe up until you visibly shiver. Your arms hook under his own, holding him tight against your chest. His own groans of pleasure in your ear spurring you on further.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears finally falling past your waterline as you allow yourself to think about him, bringing those thoughts you so desperately tried pushing away earlier this night. You think about how Ken would grab you, hold you, kiss you, touch you. Imagining that he was the one to touch you now, cock buried deep within your walls and groaning from how tight you squeeze him. If you thought hard enough Mitsuya’s voice melded into his, the same deep vibrato you loved to hear, especially in the morning. Mitsuya’s cock buried in you soon blended in your thoughts of Ken, finally feeling as if it was Ken who was fucking you.

His name slips out of your lips before you realize what you’re doing, a gasp rips from you as you open your eyes wide. You meet Mitsuya’s pretty purple eyes that are already staring down at you. You couldn’t decipher what it was; he had a different appearance behind his eyes. “Again.” He says before thrusting into you harder, each thrust of his soon becoming rougher than the last and hitting all the sensitive spots inside that make you choke on your own moans.

“Fuck…Ken.” You moan his name, this time a bit louder than the last. You clench down tighter than you have for the night, you were so close, Mitsuya could tell from the glossy look you had.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” His voice was desperate, he needed you to cum, he needed to feel you unravel underneath him even if it wasn’t him who you had on your mind.

He leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, hips slamming in rougher that had you squealing out. His tip hitting deeper the harder he fucks up into you. You look up at him seeing that his eyes never left yours. “I love you.” is all you utter before finally crashing down. Body shaking as you orgasm, Mitsuya’s hips sputter as your own orgasm causes his, a flurry of curse words leaving his lips as he paints your walls with his cum.

It’s silent in the aftermath, just the sounds of heavy breathing from the both of you and the sound of the blankets shuffling as he pulls out, laying beside you.

You both are at a loss for words, how has someone as pure hearted as Mitsuya lasted this long in a world so cold and fucked up? How did he end up with you? Were you also just the last string left he had left of Draken? Had his feelings been blinded by the pain he felt from losing him? How did you end up with someone so kind and understanding? Knowing no one else in this world would have the patience that he has had for you. How did a once calm night turn into tension that couldn’t be cut with the sharpest blade?

You really fucked up this time, you both think to yourselves.

Eventually, Mitsuya turns to flick the bedside lamp off, soon enveloping you in the darkness that you felt was your heart. You felt the blankets now cover you as you were pulled into him, the warmth of his body and his arm holding you tight allowing you to feel relieved in some way, you still felt cold inside, nonetheless. A sigh leaves both of your chests while you close your eyes and let the darkness take over.

The last thought before falling asleep was of Ken.

Oh, how you missed him.

If only it really was him.

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒑'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

Warning : minors DNI, 18+. Pervy slightly obsessed Mitsuya, voyeurism, bondage kink, smut, hard Dom! Mitsuya, praise kink, nicknames ( pretty whore, love... Etc )

What is written in both bold and italics are flashbacks.

So guys, this won unanimously, most people wanted the pervy, mean!Dom Takashi and HERE HE IS. THIS doesn't mean I won't write the Rindou os, the Haitani brothers os and all the others, I will definitely write them, next time 🤫

Also, this is not a proper one shot, just a kind of porn without plot, therefore I didn't put so much details into it 😭

Since his earliest days, Mitsuya Takashi hardly had a minute for himself. Swimming in an ocean of blood and gangs, trying not to drown while carrying the weight of a family on sore shoulders.

Too much for his studies, there's priorities to life and his sisters were one. Well, that was until the day his mother saw his school grades dropping down, especially that he was only months away from graduation, and decided to hire a babysitter.

As much as the news should have made him a little bit relieved, he still could not drop the wheel completely. He needed to see that babysitter even once, what if they weren't good enough to keep his sisters?

Sometimes he comes to think it was a bad idea...

He never expected the babysitter to be his age, or this... pretty.

He opened the door already somehow frustrated, how can one be late to his first day to work ?

But the harsh words he's been chewing for fifteen minutes accidentally got swallowed, putting a lump in his throat the minute he saw you.

-" Oh finally !" The girl rolled her eyes, then flashed a big smile toward him. " I'm so sorry I'm late, I had trouble finding the house. I'm actually new to town and... "

And he was not listening. His eyes were literally absorbed in the shiny black hole you were, talking about how you moved in like you had knew him for years.

-" Anyway, I'm rambling. " He could tell your cheeks heated, and when you bit your lower lip shyly he could not tell anything else.

To meet you was an earthquake, and often in such cases the tsunami was soon to follow. He remembered perfectly how he could not keep his eyes for him as you introduced yourself to his sisters, how your eyes always shone bright when you talked, how you wore that light smile of yours just like it did not probably carry a hundred boy's hearts.

And all doubts which could have clouded his mind before he met you has been chased away by the sunshine you brought along, Mana and Luna looked absolutely delighted whenever you were around. And he was too, from the few times he talked to you without feeling like his heart was on a wild ride, he learned you too were soon to pass the graduation exam, which gave him a hand to you.

No really, the problem was not you.

There should be no problem.

It was just... That night where you fell asleep next to Luna on her bed, after reading a story to the girls.

You should have went home since almost an hour, he only came in to tell you he was home and you could go. But the sight to greet him knocked him off of his feet, frozen , he was, while the fire started gaining his guts.

He felt guilty, and so dirty, but he could not help staring at the curve of your hips while your short skirt rode them up, turning in your sleep. Goddamn... His sisters were there, sleeping next to you, he should just turn his back to you and walk out of there, as the angel on his right shoulder was saying.

But the voice on the left one began whispering loud tempting words to him, to take a picture that would last longer. He had to run away.

That night, Mitsuya locked himself in his room and tried releasing the throbbing pain between his legs. He touched himself thinking about your hips, about those pink panties you were wearing under your so short skirt. He gave it the tightest strokes, thinking about how your lips would close around him. And he threw his head back, coming in his hand, imagining how the white ropes would look like leaking from your bare legs that he saw for the first time that night.

It was a whole new feeling, sure he was not a virgin anymore and have had his fair amount of hook-ups, yet that felt different. That was not him, the guy who talked to you innocently in the morning, once the night comes chasing unholy thoughts that wore your name.

The game changer was when you offered to help him with some lessons he just couldn't seem to understand. Such a sin wrapped in a good deed.

Oh Mitsuya Takashi is so sweet, isn't he ? Eyes hunging on you with every little thing you explained, cheeks heating everytime you praised him for finding the right answer.

Maybe just a little bit clumsy, like that time he accidentally spilled water on your white shirt.

-" Shit, I'm so sorry... "

You smiled as sweetly as always, excusing him and guilt left a nasty scar on his mind because you put him on such a high pedestal that you didn't even thought...

That he could have made it in purpose. You didn't even thought that he was enjoying the sight of your breasts under the now transparent shirt a little too much. You never suspected anything when he said he needed to text a friend really quick, pulling out his phone and snapping some pictures of your perking up nipples.

He was clumsy, and you hoped he would soon feel comfortable around you. So you didn't said anything even if he dropped his pen a lot of times during the tutoring session, sneaking under the table to take it back.

He swore the first time was an accident, only a coincidence that when he was about to get up after taking back that pencil, his eyes spotted your panties under your dress.

The blood started running south, and all he could think about while you were busy explaining some math problem was how the fabric held your pussy perfectly, how tight pressed against your cunt it was, and how damp it would turn if you let him just rub his aching bulge between your legs.

- " Goddamn " he ran his hands through his hair after closing the door behind you that day, pressing his back against it and looking at the obvious bulge in his pants. " I'm so, so fucked up. "

Mitsuya Takashi respected women, he would never disrespect you or even think about touching you without your consent. He already was choking on the fact that he had fallen so low, chasing his high almost every night and thinking about your face, pumping his length and wishing he could spill on your pretty face, thick white drops of his love dripping from your mouth and cheeks, It was definitely a good thing that his sisters were already sleeping, because the pathetic grunts and moans of your name leaving his mouth only got higher until he finally reached cloud nine.

-" I won't take this. " You were hell bent on refusing the extra money he gave you with your usual babysitter salary. He bored his jaded gaze into you, although his weary face sent strange chills up your back, you stayed unmoved.

-"I would've never passed my exams without your help, you deserve it and more. " Your cheeks heated, not because of the words but the nonchalant way he'd said it, like it did not get you all flustered.

-" I did it for you, not for the money. Aren't we like... Friends ?"

So much for his unmoved expression, it all stumbled down the minute you said that, got him up all night thinking about how to return the favor, how he could possibly draw down his gratefulness to you.

In fact he figured out there was something he could do, the best thing he did actually. Therefore nights were spent, canvas were stained touching the curves of your body on paper sheets and creating the perfect clothes for you.

-" Damn... " Another crumbled up paper joined its siblings on the floor, he pulled his hair back and sighed loudly, cursing himself or your name or whatever was different about you that got him so... Obsessed. Why'd you have to seep opium in him ? So much that the only things crossing his mind were unholy, so much that it always had to be the tiniest clothes, the smaller fabrics, the most revealing pieces?

-" I'm fucking disgusting. " Yes, he hated himself, or the influence you had on him that turned him into such a pervert, this was not him.

His heart raced a beat faster while your hands shyly began opening the box, he pointed that he made it himself for you and you knew how everyone valued what he sewed, the act itself filled you with gratefulness.

Soon the gratefulness gave way to fluster, the ribbons fell down and you almost dropped the box seeing the white lace lingerie.

Your eyes drifted back toward him, and widened even more catching his impassive face. Were you panicking inside for nothing ?

-" That's... That's really pretty, wow, I mean... "

-" Won't ya try it ?"

No way he just said that, your heart missed a beat in the process of finding some convenient words. You were not going to show up in front of him... Like that? Were you ?

Doubts clouded your mind, were you uptight ? No because, he didn't flinched a second offering you his room to change in, was he used to it ? You might be overthinking... Takashi is a professional tailor, he has and will see many women in lesser fabric, for him that was just art and nothing else. It would probably be rude from you to decline, and well, you didn't wanted to look like a prude in front of such a cool guy.

Your anxiously ran your sweaty hands over the bare skin of your thighs, staring at the girl in the mirror. She looked... Different, it seemed like your body was not yours, but that of a more confident woman, for some reason it felt good, wearing something he had put so much time and work in.

An Aphrodite-like temptress, that was the first thing to come to his mind the minute you opened the door. You enamoring, and him levitating, gravitating toward you. Standing shyly and not daring to meet his eyes meanwhile him couldn't just keep his away from you.

He slowly began making his way toward you, drinking in the way you gulped down that delicate throat of yours. Up close, he could admire the contrast of the white fabric against your skin, upon seeing you wearing his art, he felt his chest blooming with adoration. As much as he imagined the piece on you, he never thought it would look so... Dazzling.

-" it's... It's perfect " you almost stuttered, finally catching the strength to meet his eyes. Stern purple hues looked through your eyes, his voice was dangerously low when he answered.

-" You make it look prettier. "

He didn't missed your breath hitching the minute his hand reached to caress the bra's white lace, his lips curved slightly into a sly smirk, sliding a finger up and down where he could feel your nipple hardening.

-" So soft... " He left his voice to trail, behind lingering touches on the longline bra. You shivered to the spine, ashamed to feel so eager for his touch but not daring once looking away.

-" Taka', what... " You swallowed a deep breath, his hand laid flat on your stomach, thumb randomly caressing the waistband of the white panties.

He wished to quit, but felt like a prisoner in his own body, a submissive to that sight of yours. Drinking on each part of your body and getting high on lust, the combo of your innocent doe eyes and sinful body digging his flesh's hunger deeper.

The whisper of his name leaving your mouth encouraged him to a bolder move, his hand closed around one of your breasts, a strangled grunt escaped his mouth the moment you threw your head on his shoulder. Internally he was glad you leaned in his touch, hearing you whispering his name again, he leaned toward your ear.

-" Yes ? Tell me what you need, love ".

You were almost by his fingertips, he could feel your walls breaking down, forehead on his shoulder while his other hand slided down your back, down...

-" I... I need... " He stole the words out from you again, squeezing your mound harder in his hand, enjoying your gasp. " There's... Here " you pulled back and grabbed his hand, his guts stirred up as you placed it on your clothed mons pubis. " Something in here... Please"

How could the devils of him not wake up, when you stood there so angelic and innocent, practically begging him to take you ?

-" Aw, don't worry baby. Gonna take real good care 'f ya, yeah ?"

-" But. " He stopped, holding a sharp glance at you. " We gonna do this my way. "

Mitsuya Takashi is such a sweet guy, opening the door for you, offering to take you home after you kept his sisters, never raising his voice once no matter what.

Only behind closed doors, the wolf dropped the sheep's clothing, and with his fangs ripped off the soft fabric hiding your chest from his sight.

Mitsuya Takashi is a classy man, refined, therefore even the ropes tying you to his bed were of an expensive, bloody red fabric.

-" don't pull on the ropes. " He warned, sinking his knees deeper in the bed on top of you. " You're mine to hurt, no one else. "

His kisses were so loving, closing his eyes and rolling his tongue against yours like he always dreamed to do. You tasted as sweet as he imagined, and moaned the sweetest when his mouth closed around your nipple.

-" Ah, Taka' " you closed your eyes, feeling the ropes digging deeper in your wrists. And suddenly a gasp left your mouth, your cheeks getting harshly squeezed together by him.

-" Don't you dare looking away. Keep these pretty eyes o'mme. "

The purple in his eyes turned indigo under the desire, teeth pulling your panties down from the waistband, hands holding your hips steady. He spread your legs and his gaze was impossible to sustain, mesmerized by your dripping cunt, he felt his cock throbbing against his lower belly, already so hard by the meer sight.

-" Tsk, look what we've got here... " A frustrating heat spread between your legs when he collected your arousal upon your folds without ever really touching you. " act so shy out there for everyone else but in here, for me, you’re such a needy little slut... "

A whimper left your mouth, he guided his finger to your mouth.

-" Swallow it for me, love. " He forced it between your lips. " it wasn’t a suggestion, was an order. "

Such a giver, he was. Went down on you like you were his last meal, he had dreams of this, after all. Tasting you and humming from satisfaction, swirling his tongue around your swollen clit and fingering you until he got you screaming his name.

-" 's too much... Can't... Can't fucking take it !"

-" Shut up, I got you. "

Back to your level, face in front of yours,lips glistening from your previous high, a serious expression on his face, he squeezed together your cheeks with one hand.

-" Tell me, whose pussy is this ?"

He stared at your fucked up face, proud filled his chest seeing your eyes still rolling back from the overstimulation, but it was not what he needed right now. He watched your eyes widening as he slightly slapped your cheek.

It was intoxicating, how he always had to hold back, to hide the rude dark parts. But how you swallowed it and never even choked on his rougher edges got him hooked up to you, no need to hold back.

-" I asked you a question. "

You would've never, not in a million years thought he could act so rough toward you, or anyone else. But why did his stern face and deep voice make it only harder to look away from him ?

-" Yours... It's all yours, Taka " you smiled with lidded eyes, knocking him out of breath for few seconds until he buried his head in your neck, placing sweet kisses.

-" Mine. Only mine. "

His hands traveled down the new lands of your body, discovering and wishing he could mark you his dominion.

-" pussy's mine to ruin. " Seconds. Only seconds away from the hell threshold, lining his tip with your dripping entrance. " And 'm gonna do it so, so good baby. "

And that when he started sliding inside you, cock invading your walls that passion began, where your bodies united and your spirits joined together at the same time as your bodies became one.

The feeling of him inside you was better than all that you ever experienced, and soon, he started thrusting inside you at a crazy pace, as you opened your mouth and furrowed your eyebrows, drunk on the pleasure of his violent moves.

-" ugh, feels so... "

-" Right ?" He grunt, almost pounding inside you, eyes glued on your bouncing breasts. " See how good y'taking me ? you're so good to me, love. "

He could not take his eyes of your face, how it expressed full desire and lust, and he swore he never found someone as good looking as you while you were all tamed by him. His hand reached out to your neck, wrapping around it and stealing the slightest bit of breath from you.

-" Looks so fuckin' pretty, wearing... Uh god, wearing my touch like a fuckin' necklace. "

His grip on your throat tightened, and there, tied, you felt so free. Choked, yet he was fresh air to you . Bruised, yet you never felt as pretty as under his gaze. Lying, yet you stand so tall. You were devoted to him.

-" You have... No goddamn idea how much I've wanted this. " He breathed out, leaning to mark your neck. " Such a pretty whore for me. For me, yeah ?"

-" For... " You tried speaking, only to be cut off by a rather harsher thrust from him. You did not expected it to send you to overdrive, yet it had your eyes rolling and hole clenching around him.

-" Shit, princess " he scoffed in a breath, feeling the knot in his balls tightening. " Hugging my cock like a hungry slut, gonna... Gonna make me cum !"

His choice of words got your body shaking as you nodded in response, unable to form correct words to express how overstimulated you were.

He looked at you, the same incredible girl who got him crossing boundaries he never thought about, laying underneath him and coming undone because of him. It sounded ethereal, but looked heavenly, and felt intoxicatingly blissful.

-" Cum for me, Taka'. Want... Want to make you feel good " you whispered, still pulling at the ropes holding your wrists. He threw his head back and moaned your name out loud, only few thrusts before he quickly pulled out and white ropes covered your breasts.

He was a goner, high on some volatile narcotics. Your teary eyes, swollen lips, marked skin, all got him feeling so light. He could not believe, after months of flying around you like a moth to its flame, that now he got you drooling, breasts leaking his seeds, tied to his bed. His heart filled his entire chest, warmth spreading in all his body, was it love ?

His climax rarely hit him that hard, had him crashing against you, imprisoning you in his strong arms. His face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, then his biceps wrapped around your waist as he laid wet kisses on your bruised skin.

-" Fuck. That was... Fuck " he grunt, through your coming down, you laughed slightly at him, an angelic sound that had him looking at you with disbelief. You ignored him and tried freeing yourself once and for all from the restraints but soon his hand on yours stopped you, pushing you back against the mattress.

-" Uh uh, did I said you could move ?"

You froze hearing his stiff voice, his amethyst hues bored into yours, making you gulp down.

-" I thought we were done" you shrugged, letting him begining to undo your ties.

-" Hm, we are. For now. " he freed you and soon, you could not feel the sheets under your back anymore, finding yourself nuzzled in his strong arms, carrying you through the room.

-" What are you doing ?"

-" You did so well f'me, love... And I fucked you like I didn't care, now lemme show you I do care. "

You shifted your eyes at him and saw his weary impassive expression coming back, but when his eyes met yours, a soft smile grazed his pretty lips, that landed a kiss on your forehead as soon.

Mitsuya Takashi might be the wolf in sheep's clothing, but the afterglow was cotton-soft. Strong arms previously bruising your body were now holding your back against his torso in the bathtub, showering you with praises and sweet kisses, hands rubbing your stomach. Your perfume so engraved in him he knew he would live a hundred lifetimes before he could forget you.

-" I gotta admit... " You started, smiling over your shoulder, his heart missed a beat looking at your glowing face. " I thought you'd never make a move"

He was so cute, for a second dropping that dominant attitude. He was starstruck by your confession, left speechless that you all along knew he had a huge thing for you and didn't said anything.

-" I hate you... " He grunt, tightening his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.

-" do you ?" You teased, lifting his chin to stare at his eyes. They drifted toward your lips, still craving their taste and back to your hues, drowning in your eye color.

-" I wish I could. " He admitted, deep voice dropping lower from denial's cliff. " Wish I could rip ya off my fucking heart. "

But he could not, he just learned. And to fight against that wild thing you brought out of him was actually feeding that obsession.

But it was okay, right ? As long as you wore his bruises and marks like the prettiest clothes, as long as you took all of him, sugar coated and sword-sharp, it was tamed.

The wolf was tamed.

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I decided I don't like this, It's the first time I write a porn without plot and I know it's kinda too short, I jumped across a lot of moments and explanations because I simply had a looong week. But I really really wanted to write this, so here it is !

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sweet-seishu · 2 years

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Ok so I was just thinking about something.

How do you think the TR guys would react if you suddenly started teasing them while riding on their motorcycle with them?

Like, stroking their chests, grazing your hands over their cocks (through their jeans of course)…etc?

i'm sorry this took so long bby :( but hopefully this is okay <3 i tried to write mikey, but nothing was really coming to mind, so here are these four. but i at least gave you hanma

feat: mitsuya, ran, hanma, shin (yes, 9 times out of 10 i will always have mitsuya, ran or inupi in these)

network tag: @tokyometronetwork (im so sorry i forgot to tag when i first posted this.)

𝕄𝕀𝕋𝕊𝕌𝕐𝔸 he would let you have your fun, letting out a small hum when he felt your hand tease the waistband of his jeans as he drove you both back to your apartment. he wouldn't be as mean as others, but he still wouldn't let the fact that you teased him slide. he would slowly lead you to the bedroom, the anticipation killing you as he made you sit down, running his fingers over your skin after stripping you of your clothes. you let out breathy moans, your body on fire as he left teasing touches and kisses all over your body. "k-kashi please-" "patience pretty girl, gotta take my time with you" you groaned throwing your head back when he finally licked a stripe up your folds, grabbing his hair as he ate you out. but once he felt you clenching he pulled away, shooting you a teasing smile. "w-why takashi-" you cried, your precious orgasm ripped away from you "pretty girl, you didn't think i'd let you cum so easily after teasing me earlier did you?" he teased your entrance with the tip his cock before finally pushing in. you moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as he started thrust slowly, too slowly, you looked at him, seeing the mischievous glint in his pretty eyes, and you knew right then you'd be in for a very long night.

ℝ𝔸ℕ you and ran were known for teasing eachother, its just how your relationship worked. so obviously when you guys were on his bike you just couldn't resist letting your hand wander into his pants. you smirked when you felt him jolt a little, grabbing his length the best you could and pumping it a few times before pulling away. ran clenched his jaw, his speed picking up so he could get you home faster. once you were there? you realized maybe you weren't the smartest with your actions. ran teased you for hours, never touching you where you needed him to, the teasing kisses he left on your skin, he wouldn't even let you touch him and you were so desperate to feel his skin on yours. "see what happens when you're a bad girl?" ran asked with a smirk, his fingers trailing up your thigh "you're already a mess doll, and i've barely even touched you.." you let out a whimper at his words, your chest heaving once he let his hand wrap around your throat. "what do you have to say to me?" he asked again, his lips inches away from yours. "m'sorry, shouldn't have teased you, m'so sorry daddy.." you kept repeating your apology as ran smiled before attaching his lips to yours, making you whimper as your back arched. don't worry, he took very good care of you that night, fucking you until you passed out.

ℍ𝔸ℕ𝕄𝔸 he would be driving you both back to his place, your head resting on his back as you held onto him tightly, a sly grin on your lips. you gently let your hands wander under his shirt, gently tracing his abs making his breath hitch, but why would you stop there? you let one of your hands wander lower, palming him through his jeans and leaning up to place a soft kiss on the back of his neck as you rubbed the growing bulge. hanma grit his teeth, thinking of the ways he was going to punish you when you got home, who did you think you were? and why were you suddenly being so bold? your heart raced once he stopped, turning the bike off before getting off, grabbing you and carrying you over his shoulder into the apartment. he didn't even bother taking off his shoes, walking straight to the bedroom and throwing you on the bed, glaring at you with his golden eyes. "think you're so funny." he spat, undoing his belt. "you're going to strip, you're going to suck my dick like a good girl, and you're gonna be a good little toy for me tonight you understand?" you only gulped, nodding your head, wondering why you thought teasing him was a good idea. hanma ended up overstimulating you for hours, not letting you cum at all until you went completely dumb, but even then, he only let you cum once, which wasn't nearly enough to ease the ache between your thighs.

𝕊ℍ𝕀ℕ𝕀ℂℍ𝕀ℝ𝕆 you always teased shin, you loved making him all flustered and shy, so when he was driving you both home, you couldn't help but let your hands wander across his abs, your nails lightly scratching at the skin as you felt them tense, causing a chuckle to leave your lips before you lightly brushed your hand over the bulge in his jeans. he couldn't get home fast enough, his face flushed and his hands grabbing you anywhere he could as he kissed you the minute you got through the door. you only smiled against his lips, satisfied with the needy look on his face as he walked you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed before he looked at you. "you're so mean, teasing me like that." he pouted. "was just having some fun shin." you winked, moaning as he grinded his hips into yours. well you definitely learned a lesson, though he wasn't rough with you, he definitely didn't hold back in pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, he had you crying from the pleasure, begging for him to stop when the sensitivity was to much. he only smiled at you as he bullied his way into you, kissing the tears that fell down your cheeks "my pretty baby can give me one more, i deserve it after all"

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anemptypuddingcup · 1 year

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Fondling w/ Mitsuya.

Mitsuya wrapped the measuring ribbon around your waist. You face turned to deeper red as Mitsuya measured. “T-Takashi, are you sure this is necessary for the skirt..?” You asked, your face beginning to burn up. Mitsuya nodded.

“Well yeah, I have to get your measurements right, don’t I?” He asked, his lips beginning to curl into a soft smile. He adjusts his glasses to get a better look at the numbers on the ribbon. You move slightly and he lets out a soft sigh of annoyance.

“Cmon love, I can’t measure if you keep movin’ around like this.” He giggles. You let out a soft whimper. “I-I can’t help it…M-M’just nervous…” You sigh in response. Mitsuya places a hand on your hip and pulls you closer to him.

You let out a soft squeak as he presses his body tightly against yours. He sets the ribbon to the side and slowly begins to slides his hands up under your bra. You shiver at his cold hands in contrast with your warm breasts.

“T-Takashi~” You moaned as his hands caressed your sensitive tits. He doesn’t respond but he instead began to feel all over your body. “You’re so soft love~” He cooed. You moaned as his hand rubs against your clothed pussy, a little bit of slick forming a wet patch on your panties.

“God, I love your body so much…I love you baby~” Mitsuya swooned, beginning to rub his thumb against your clit. “P-Please- Takashii~” You mewled, your toes beginning to curl. Mitsuya breathed heavily and pressed your body against the table.

“M’Sorry love, but I need you…right now.” He said sternly as he began unbuckling his belt.

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kxisuke · 2 years

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Hi! can I request a Mitsuya Takashi (Tokyo revengers) x bttm male reader? Where someone is probably flirting with Mitsuya’s pretty boy and he gets all jealous and fucks reader as soon as they get home? Even tho Mitsuya is benign rough, he is a soft dom so he will be possessive and praising us 😔 it’s completely fine if you are uncomfortable with the request!! If so I apologise!! Feel free to skip this req if you don’t have time coz health>>>everything!! Have a good day!

✧ BELONGING

✧ p. mitsuya takashi x m!reader

✧ tw. NSFW/smut content ahead, minors please DNI! nicknames, general smutty stuff, a touch of fluff towards the end

✧ wc. 853

— a/n. thank you for your request! also, i really appreciate you being patient with me and prioritizing my health :) have a wonderful rest of your day and please enjoy!! <3

Mitsuya watches as your smile widens, your eyes lighting up as you talk with another gang member about something the both of you are interested in, noticing the way his body is angled towards yours, eyes drifting down to do yet another once-over of your body.

It’s when he joins you in laughter, dropping a casual arm over your shoulder that he’s had enough.

He isn’t one to usually get jealous, but this is taking it a step too far. He has no problem letting you hang out with other guys, that’s not it. It’s just that you can be a little oblivious at times to the not-so-subtle hints they can give you.

“Hey, y/n.” Approaching from behind you so you can’t see the death glare he gives the other boy, he wraps his hand around your own, pulling you out from the arm around your shoulders.

“Hey Mitsuya.” He leans in, kissing your cheek before gesturing towards the gate to the park.

“Let’s head home, okay?” You can tell something is off by the tone he uses, the sharpness at the ends of his phrases contrasting the usual smooth flow of his words.

“Oh, alright.” You bid farewell to your friend, waving with a smile before Mitsuya practically pulls you away.

“Is everything alright, Mitsuya-kun? You seem… upset?”

“Everything’s just fine.” He gives you a smile that you know to be fake, his hand tightening around your own as the two of you walk back to your place.

Turns out, everything was not alright.

“F-fuck, Mitsuya…!” A cry slips out of your swollen lips and your grip on the sheets tighten, Mitsuya’s long cock reaching every inch inside of you, his mouth-watering pace reflecting his frustration.

“You’re so pretty, taking me so well…” he muses, his hands on your waist steadying himself as he continues to slam his hips into your own, feeling the angry knot in his core starting to tighten. You’re his, and his only. No other guy can flatter you with their charms because none of them can make you feel this good—practically begging for your sweet release.

Mitsuya halts his moments for a brief second, giving you a moment to catch your breath as he kisses down your back, your sensitive body shuddering under the touch of his soft lips, his touch so delicate that you forget about the jealousy stirring in his stomach.

“You’re mine, do you understand that, y/n?” You nod tearfully, a whine leaving your lips as you want so badly to beg for him to start moving again, your dick throbbing and in need of pleasure.

“I want you to say it, pretty boy.” The pink blush staining your cheeks darkens, and you turn back to look at him, seeing the glint in his lavender eyes.

“I-I’m only yours, Mitsu-kun.”

“Good.” He snaps his hips sharply, causing your mouth to fall open embarrassingly into a moan, the knot in your core tightening with each one of his thrusts. Mitsuya lets out a shaky breath, searching for the sweet spot inside of you, angling his hips the way he always does. A strangled cry of pleasure tumbles out of your mouth and he knows he found it.

“R-right there!” you beg, your wanton moans filling his bedroom. His breath quickens and he can feel his orgasm dangling right out of his reach, the guiding hand around your waist tightening as the rhythm to his movements break.

Your own body is brimming with pleasure, fire blazing in your core as Mitsuya hits every spot inside of you, and you’re so, so close...

“Mitsuya...!” Your vision goes white and a cry leaves your lips as you’re finally able to bask in euphoria, panting as your body struggles to keep up with the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Mitsuya continues to abuse your hole, your mewls and begs pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck... y/n!” He can’t help but spill his load inside of you, filling you to the brim as your body trembles under his touch. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he caresses your waist, his gentle fingers tracing the shape of your body.

“You okay?” His voice is soft and quiet, causing warmth to bloom in your stomach.

“Y-yeah.”

“Wait here, I'll get us cleaned up, alright?”

Your head rested on his chest, every inch of your body aware of the places that you were touching—his hand circled around your waist, a hand holding yours, your fingers tangled together, your legs resting against one another, and the steady rise and fall of his chest with each of his breaths.

“Sorry for taking my jealousy out on you. You know I don’t mean to be like that.”

“It's okay. I don’t mind.” He presses an innocent kiss to your forehead, letting out a contented sigh.

“I just don’t like it when people try to take what’s mine.”

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t leave you. Ever.” You tilt your head up to meet eyes with him, and your heart warms when you see the small smile on his face.

“I know.”

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dior-and-dietcoke · 1 year

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" TRY ON THE CORSET I MADE! "

MITSUYA + BIMBO!READER

18+, semi public sex, breath play(?), DUBCON, unprotected, spanking, mutual masturbation, oral, vaginal sex, all characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

your good friend mitsuya made a corset and noticed you hane the same size as the buyer who wanted the corset, so he asked you if you could try it on. And it looks so good on you that mitsuya couldn't keep his hands to himself

All chars are over 18 ⊹ reader's skin color is not mentioned ⊹ mdni

"You want me to try this on?" You asked, holding the pink corset up to your body,

mitsuya leaned against his desk, crossing his arms and looking at the corset to see if he would find any imperfections

"Yes, my client has the same size as you," he said with a pen in between his teeth. He took it out and smiled, comforting

"i can help you tighten it if you want" you nodded, looking at the corset on you in the mirror made you sad that you couldn't buy it from him.

It was really pretty on you, mitsuya watched you and already felt a little weird seeing his corset on his prettiest friend, but he brushed it off as him just thinking it looked cute on his good friend.

"Okay, lean over the table, i'll tighten it now" you walked over to his desk and placed your hands on the table and automatically arched your back which mitsuya noticed and he had to admit that he started thinking about how you would look on his bed, bend over and begging him for more, and how tight and warm your cunt would feel, you looked so fucking good in that corset, fuck.

Mitsuya shook those intrusive thoughts off and walked over to you and grabbed the strings on the back of the pink corset already complimenting your body So well.

Mitsuya suddenly pulled way to hard that you thought your Organs got crushed, but..it felt good.. you let a suprised and loud moan out and that's when mitsuya finally accepted that you're hot and he wants to fuck you,

your moan was so adorable he wanted more.

He got closer to you till his erection pressed against your ass through both of your jeans. "Ah! T-taka-AH!—"

you tried to question what he was doing, but he cut you off by pulling on the strings once again. "i need to know if the corset feels good.." he pulled a little more then leaned closer to your ear "does it?" His hot breath sent chills down your spine, and you nodded hesitantly before Mitsuya, again, pulled the corset harder. "i need to hear it"

you whimpered and could barely breathe but managed to moan out a "f-feels good- mhh!" He couldn't help but bite his bottom lip at your pretty moaning and press his cock harder against you, he tied the corset and then turned you around to look at you in the pretty corset with a cute flushed face and little tears in your eyes.

"Fuck..you look so good~" mitsuya ran his hands up and down your waist over the fabric of the corset "taka.." you whimpered desperately as he came closer, lips almost touching

"what do you need, doll?" You just didn't answer and just pressed your soft and plump lips against his warm and comfortable ones while pulling him impossibly closer with your arms around his neck.

Mitsuya just desperately kissed you back and grabbed your ass through your tight jeans before picking you up to put you on the desk "taka-chan~" you whined as he slowly kissed down your neck as his fingers unbuckled your belt and pulled your pants down to reveal your pretty pink lace panties matching the corset decorating your waist and pressing your tits up.

He began sucking dark spots into your neck and press his fingers onto your clit forcing the most angelic moan out of you that made mitsuya's cock leak and twitch in his pants.

"Pretty baby.." he groaned when he slipped his fingers into your panties and felt your wet and sticky slit. Mitsuya would be lying if he said he never thought about fucking you, i mean you are one of if not the prettiest friend he has and you always wear such revealing clothing, showing off your beautiful curves and body.

You didn't say a thing because you could only moan and whimper "cat gotcha tongue, baby doll?" Mitsuya smiled up at you as he kneeled down infront of you to hungrily kiss up your inner thigh till he was met by your pussy and started off kissing it before full on making out with your messy pussy

"AAH! T-TAKA~" your manicured hands gripped his lilac hair with his pretty Black strands as his mouth slurped on your clit and his fingers slowly slid inside your tight hole "oh fuck..you're so fuckin tight"

Mitsuya groaned and fucked his fingers into your tight and wet pussy.

"T-taka!! Ahhn— f-feels so good.." you cried bucking your hips up into his face, your desperate Actions made his cock twitch in his jeans while he squishes your thighs and Lifts them up to push you further up his desk, knocking pencils and Papers over in the process.

Takashi placed your thighs on his shoulders and continued sucking on your throbbing clit and finger fucking you, before you whined "taka..pleasee~" mitsuya looked up from inbetween your beautiful thighs "please what?" He smirked giving your clit another small kiss sending an electrifiying shiver throughout your whole body

"y-your cock—please..want it!" You dumbly begged, making the lilac haired man smile and stand up to unbuckle his belt. You watched and bit your lip in anticipation.

Mitsuya finally pulled his hard and thick cock out making you moan just looking at the pink flushed tip leaking precum "ya like what you see, baby?" Mitsuya asked smirking and stroking his lenght up and down "fuck..you're so beautiful baby.."

mitsuya just wanted to cum all over you and the corset, and he wanted to see your desperate self play with your pretty pussy.

As much as he wanted to fuck you, he wanted to see you beg even more. "Touch yourself for me, baby.." he requested stroking his cock with a slight Twist to his wrist.

"Mhh~" you pouted disappointed that you didn't get what you want but started playing with your clit. Mitsuya got closer with his cock so his precum dripped down onto your clit and you just stopped touching yourself and pushed him even closer to you by his hips with your legs "god..so desperate, hm? You want my cock that bad?" Mitsuya chuckled and you nodded, almost crying.

Seeing a godness like you, being so close to tears, just begging him to fuck you..made him feral and mitsuya just pushed your delicate upper body down onto his desk, making you yelp but your pussy clench.

"Pretty girl wants to get fucked? Then she'll get what she wants" he huffed, alighning his heavy and painfully hard cock with your dripping pussy.

"Please- p-please taka.." you whimpered to which mitsuya just smirked and slowly pushed the head of his dick past your slick pussy lips, proceeding to slide his entire girthy and long length inside of your cunt.

"Fuuck..you feel so good, angel" he groaned with his eyes shut closed, relishing in the pleasure of your soft but tight walls hugging his throbbing cock.

You bit your lower lip to the point of that you were sure you bruised it, but you couldn't give less of a fuck about that right now. Not when the best cock you have ever felt entered your needy pussy. "Can i..." mitsuya breathed and gulped quickly "can i move?" He asked, placing his forehead on yours.

You nodded and swung your arms around his neck "yes! Please..i need it" you said in a whisper, almost hushed. And your sweet taka couldn't fight the urge to kiss your glossy and slightly bruised lips.

You two moaned into the kiss as mitsuya just started pounding into your sensitive cunt, hitting your cervix with every thrust. Mitsuya grabbed your body, hugging you tight to his own as he continued with the rough pace.

"Y-you feel so good- t-takaa~" you moaned into his ear as your Fingers went into his hair and your back arched, once he hit that amazing spot inside you that made your toes curl. Mitsuya quickly noticed the change in your breathing and tried to his that spot again, he quickly straightened his back, grabbed your hips as he placed his knee on the table and he noticed in your facial expression and the way your hands clung to his forearms that he found that sweet spot again.

"There is is again~" mitsuya breathed and groaned once you clenched down hard on him.

Your open mouth and pulsing of your pussy showed him that you were about to cum, mitsuya felt giddy that he made you, the most sexiest woman he ever met, cum on his cock.

He reached down to play with your throbbing clit, forcing you to arch your back even more, feeling the corset tighted around your body, and your head got thrown back all of a sudden as you gripped mitsuya's cock harder that he ever felt a pussy, or any hole really..and you came with such angelic moans

The feeling of your gripping and pulsing cunt drove mitsuya closer to the edge as well, so he quickly pulled out, and without thinking. He came onto your pressed up tits and the corset..

You both came down from your high and mitsuya suddenly laughed, out of breath "fuck, haha.." you looked down and noticed what he was laughing so awkwardly about, there was cum on the corset, meant for someone else..

You weirdly felt the need to say sorry but before you could the lilac haired man pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek "fuck..guess i gotta make another one.." he said, still chuckling..

"Wha- c-cant you just wash it?.." you asked, confused, and mitsuya just kissed the side of your mouth, almost like he was uncertain if he was allowed to kiss you on the lips.

"I mean..i could but..i honestly want you to keep it..angel" you blushed at his words "are you sure taka-" he hushed you his a finger pressed lightly against your lips "please..it would be an honor if you wore something i made..and uh..fucked you in"

You smiled and grabbed his hand. "taka-chan?" You questioned, and mitsuya ran a hand through your hair, lovingly "yeah?"

You bit your bottom lip nervously "would you..you know..wanna go on a date with me?"

Mitsuya was actually surprised that you wanted to do this again or maybe even be together with him.

His silence and shoked face made you anxious, but then he smiled happily before hugging you tightly. "i would love to," he said, muffled between your tits

"We're gonna go on a boat date as soon as i finished up the new corset, okay? Im gonna buy some wine for the date, too!" He said happily, and you giggled."You better only focus on the corset.. since you ruined this one, " you teased him, and he just smirked. "dont pretend like you didn't love it.." he smiled

You smiled back and sat up to kiss him softly, to which the tall man melted into your touch

"I'm excited for the date~" you smiled and kissed him again

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