♡ — tags/warnings: afab reader + no pronouns, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), alcohol consumption (but they’re not drunk), they’re all in their 20s - you’re in college/working, unrequited love, humour, cursing
♡ — a/n: welcome to this series! it was going to be quick hcs for each one of them but now all of them got their own drabble <3
CHIFUYU MATSUNO ― the one that ends up falling in love with you
ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS★✩✩✩✩ DISCRETION★★★★✩(baji will know) POSSESSIVENESS★★★✩✩
As a friend with benefits, Chifuyu always gives you the boyfriend experience. He will pick you up anytime you ask him to, insist on buying you lunch and not letting you pay and will even plan dates for the two of you.
However, he will refuse to admit they are dates. You’re just hanging out together! “That’s what friends do, right?” he says, in the middle of a candlelight dinner on his apartment balcony
Aside from that, you didn’t have any complaints about Chifuyu. If anything, you thought you had landed a gold mine. Good sex and feeling appreciated by the same person? In this economy?
Little did you know Chifuyu had fallen head over heels for you.
He has promised himself he would be able to handle the situation– not only that, he had promised you he understood the boundaries of this new side of your friendship. It was just sex, feelings weren’t supposed to be involved but…
Whenever you called, he found himself smiling at his phone with a lovesick grin that had already made Kazutora get suspicious when he was at the pet shop.
It was just a crush, he told himself. A little crush that would go away with time. Nothing to worry about.
Then why did he feel his heart breaking when you told him about a date you were having with a guy you had met at a party?
Fuck his life.
At this point, it’s a routine. He parks his car outside the building where you have your last Tuesday class and waits for you. At 9:00 pm, he sees your face in the crowd smiling at him, while you quicken your steps and get inside. You kiss his cheek and throw your bag to the back of the car while you start rambling about your day and Chifuyu starts driving.
It feels normal. Like somehow, it’s meant to be this way, he thinks, while you lean over him to order your meal at the drive-through. He parks near your apartment and you eat in his car― he knows how hungry you get after your Tuesday class (it’s four hours, after all) and asking you to wait until you get to your apartment is a tall order. He wipes the trace of ketchup off your chin and you grin at him.
This is how it’s supposed to be.
The moment you drop your bag on your studio apartment his lips are on you. Your cologne fills his senses, setting his skin on fire, and he can no longer wait until you reach your bed. His fingers sneak under your skirt and he groans when he feels a damp spot. This is what kissing him makes your body do, he thinks. He draws small circles over your clit, feeling your hips rut into his hand, searching for me.
And what is he there for, if not to please you? Chifuyu hooks his fingers on your panties and lowers them to your knees, leaving them to fall on the floor. His green eyes set on you, your flushed cheeks, your parted lips and he thinks–no, he knows he’s found his Heaven. There’s no other place he’d rather be but with you in his car eating fries, listening about your day after your most boring class or like now, like this, your nails clawing on his shoulder as he pushes his fingers inside of you and you look at him with your pupils blown in pleasure.
Pleasure. Not love.
It doesn’t matter, he tells himself, as he presses the heel of his palm on your clit and you let out the sweetest moan. Maybe someday you’ll love him back. He doesn’t need to rush things with a premature confession or something that will only drive you away.
The sound of his fingers fucking into your wet core resonate inside your apartment, paired with your whimpers and moans that only keep getting louder and more desperate. His name falls from your lips repeatedly, and Chifuyu wishes he could drown in your voice. He loves you, he loves you, he―
He curls his fingers inside you and you cry out, pleasure clouding your mind. He takes that opportunity to kiss you again, preventing himself from speaking on how beautiful you look and how he could spend his life watching you fall apart.
He has to wait, he tells himself. He’s got time. As long as you’re around him, he’s got all the time in the world.
MITSUYA TAKASHI ― the one you end up falling in love with
ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS★★★★✩ DISCRETION★★★★★ POSSESSIVENESS★★✩✩✩
Mitsuya was just supposed to be a distraction. You had been feeling sad after ending things with your lousy ex and one night, between drinks, Mitsuya and you had ended up making out in his studio.
Once you got a hold of yourselves, he was quick to tell you not to worry. He knew you had just ended a relationship and due to his work, he didn’t have time for a proper relationship either. However, he was aware of the attraction between you both so he proposed a friends with benefits situation― of course, if you were up for it.
Mitsuya was the best lover you had been with. He took his time learning your body, finding what made you gasp, squirm and cry out in pleasure. He was gentle and always put your pleasure over his, each and every time he put his lips over yours.
He is very discreet about the nature of your relationship. But, at the same time, he’s so gentle about it that you never feel he’s hiding you. if anything, it feels like he’s protecting what you have from prying eyes and malicious comments.
Unlike chifuyu, he doesn’t give you the boyfriend experience, but by spending more and more time with him you start realizing how good he is, and you wonder why had you never seen him that way.
He cares about his family and his friends, he’s dedicated to his career, he’s fun and oh so breathtakingly beautiful. Had he always been this fucking pretty?
As you watch him sleep on your bed after spending the night on top of one another, you feel the urge to trace his nose with the tip of your finger, count his eyelashes, kiss his jaw to wake him up and tell him how much you lov―
Oh,fuck
Leaving the club without no one noticing wasn’t a tall order. You said you were tired and needed to go home and rest, while Mitsuya said he needed to take care of his studio and check the status of some packages before closing. An off-handed offering to drive you home seemed casual to all of your friends, so no one thought twice when you left the club together and you got into his car.
“You look so hot tonight,” Mitsuya sighed in between the kiss as his hands roamed your body. As soon as he had entered your apartment, you had pressed your lips against his, pushing him until his back hit the wall. “Couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
“That’s because you made this dress,” you reminded him, chuckling. Your lips left his to leave open-mouthed kisses across his jaw and neck while your hands fumbled with his pants.
Mitsuya shook his head, still a little lightheaded. “It’s not. It’s― fuck, it’s you.”
You finally unbuckle his pants and slid a hand under his underwear. Maybe it’s the alcohol, you think, because you’ve never seen Mitsuya this eager and desperate under your touch. You pull your face away as you pump his cock, watching him pant with parted lips and the most lovely pink blush on his cheeks. You graze your thumb across the tip and realize he’s already leaking. Is he really that turned on tonight? And because of you?
Well, then there’s only one thing you can do.
You sink to your knees and promptly take Mitsuya into your mouth. The sound that leaves his lips makes you press your thighs together, but you try your best to focus on your task. You relax your throat, taking your time as he buries himself deeper and deeper inside your throat.
The moment your nose brushes his trimmed pubes, Mitsuya throws his head back, his fingers grasping your hair.
“Fuck,baby,” he whines, using all his self-restraint not to fuck your face. However, his words do nothing but encourage you. You start bobbing your head across his length, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose so you don’t have to take any breaks.
You look up, your eyes seeing the beautiful disaster Mitsuya has become. His dishevelled hair, his eyes shut in pleasure and the heavenly moans that keep falling from his lips. He’s truly the perfect man, you think, as you hum around his cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Was there a possibility this could evolve into something more? Would you have the guts to come clean about how your feelings have changed for him? Would you jeopardise your friendship with this beautiful man for the sake of your feelings?
“Shit― coming,” he says in a hushed whisper and soon enough he’s releasing himself on your throat, his cock pulsating inside your mouth as he does. Mitsuya groans and finally lets himself buck his hips as softly as he can, riding off his orgasm while you caress his thighs, softly bringing him back from his high.
Would you face the possibility of losing him? Mitsuya looks down at you with a tired smile and cups your jaw gently as you pull away from his cock and swallow.
“So nice to finally be home, huh?” Mitsuya wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. He rested his head on your shoulder, sighing loudly. It had been a long day, it was Takashi’s birthday after all, and Mana and Luna had thrown a party for him. It was sweet and fun, but it had been an all-day affair, and it was nice to finally be away from it all.
“Mmmhmm” You pressed your lips onto his head, his lilac hair soft and sweet. “Think we should go-”
He pulled away and pushed his lips into yours, stopping you mid-sentence. “Think my pretty girl should give me my birthday gift.” His breath was warm, his lips grazing yours as he spoke. “I mean, you promised. And it’s almost midnight, am I supposed to go present-less this year?” He gave an over exaggerated pout, but his eyes betrayed him, bright and happy, as they always were when he looked at you.
“Ok ok!” You laughed. “If you really want it I’ll go get it.”
“Well duh, go get it baby!” He was excited, he never really asked for anything. He had everything he could ever want, everything he could ever need. You, Mana and Luna, a designing career that had just started to get attention. Life was good.
You gripped his hand and dragged him into his office. “Ready??” He nodded enthusiastically, eyes wide staring at the large white sheet that covered what seemed to be his gift. “Well pull it off already!” The cloth flew off, any restraint was gone, Takashi was a child in front of a big gift just for him. His eyes lit up when the sheet finally hit the ground and his gift was right in front of him.
“What d’ya think, ‘kashi?”
“It’s… how did you… it’s so expensive you shouldn’t have!!” He was right, you had saved for months to splurge on the top of the line sewing machine that he had had his eye on for a long time.
“You are so good to me, I figured you deserve the same treatment, ‘kashi. You really take care of everyone always.” His smile was huge, it was beautiful, and it was directed at you. Not at the gift that had cost way too much money, no, that didn’t matter to Takashi, what mattered was the fact that you had thought of him, you had paid attention to him, and you had spoiled him. When was the last time someone had spoiled him this much? He couldn’t remember.
“I… I love you” He wrapped his arm around the back of your neck, pulling you in to a deep kiss. “You didn’t need to do this, my love.”
“‘Course i did ‘kashi.”
His lips crashed into yours again. Soft, warm lips gliding against your own, his hands quickly finding their way underneath your top, sending shivers up your spine.
“Should we head to the bedroom, love?”
You only nodded in response, grabbing his hand and pulling him with you. He pushed you onto the bed as soon as you were in the room, dropping on top of you. He pressed kisses along your jawline, down to your ear. “My time to spoil you, love.” You couldn’t help but whine at his whispered words in your ear, at the way his hot breath fanned across the side of your face. “Let’s take these off, k?” He gripped your shirt, helping you pull it off, along with your bottoms, leaving you in just your panties. He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed cunt. “My pretty girl s’wet for me already?”
“Mmhmm, for you, ‘kashi.” You ran your fingers through his hair, leaning in for another kiss. He pulled away though and headed for your neck, licking and nipping at the skin gently. “So pretty, love you so much.” He was mumbling into your neck as he started dragging his lips down, nipping gently at your collar bones. Tongue grazing and flicking your nipples gently as he traversed your body.
“Now this is my real birthday gift” He had finally reached your cunt. He pressed his tongue into the soaked fabric gently, eliciting a soft moan. Your response was exactly what he had needed and he began taking long gentle licks, pressing the soaked fabric of your panties into your folds. He kept at it for a long time, tongue lapping at your drenched panties, hands gripping your hips hard whenever you tried to move up, craving more friction, craving his tongue to finally touch your throbbing clit. But, as usual, Takashi wanted to take his time. Especially now, with his sweet birthday gift all wrapped up in pretty panties with a cute little bow.
“P-please ‘kashi-”
“Please what, my love?” He smiled up at you, mouth hovering over your clit, hands forcing you down on the bed.
“Wanna cum, ‘kashi, please?” You wiggled your hips, shimmying in his tight grip.
“S’beautiful ya know that, love? ‘M so lucky.” He kissed your clit again and chuckled. “Let’s get these off.” He dragged your panties off your dripping cunt. He ran his thumb over your puffy clit. “So so beautiful, ya’know? My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy.” He pressed his thumb onto you roughly, causing your body to jerk under him.
After a few moments of teasing, he finally ran his tongue over your clit. The feeling of having exactly what you had needed, had your head dropping back and a lewd moan of his name leaving your lips. He swirled his tongue around your puffy nub, sucking on it gently, then letting go and dragging his tongue down to dip into your core.
“My pretty girl tastes so good.” His eyes met yours as he spoke, dark and full of lust, full of love. “Don’t you, love?”
You opened your mouth to respond, but your words were instead replaced with a moan as Takashi ran his tongue over your clit again, swirling and flicking until your legs were trembling around his head, until your orgasm hit you hard, his name leaving your lips over and over. He refused to move though, and your moans turned to laughs, turned to you struggling to get your oversensitive clit away from his mouth, from his relentless tongue. It was no use though, and just as quickly, a second orgasm replaced the uncomfortable laughing, you tangled your fingers in his hair, stuttering out his same. Takashi was kind this time, pulling away from you, letting you catch your breath.
“So pretty when you cum for me, so perfect.” He slowly moved up your body, peppering kissing on your warm skin. “Love you s’much.” His eyes met yours, a warm smile played on his lips.
“Love you, ‘kashi.” You tilted your chin up to catch his lips with yours, tasting yourself on him.
Takashi quickly settled himself between your thighs, sliding his cock through your soaked folds. He pressed his lips to yours as he slowly pushed his way into you, stifling his own moan when his hips met yours. His pace was slow and gentle, one hand holding himself up, the other’s fingers laced with your own. “S’beautiful, love. So beautiful, ya know that?” His words were mumbled, lips grazing yours as he slid his cock in and out of your velvet walls. “Best birthday present. Nothin’ better. Jus’ you.” His pace quickened as he gripped one of your thighs and bent it up closer to you, finding the right angle to get as deep as he could. The only words that you could get out was a slurred “‘kashi” over and over, as his cock kissed your cervix, as your body trembled, as another orgasm hit your body hard. The feeling of your soft walls gripping him tight, of your body shaking underneath him, had him letting go, filling you up with his cum.
“Love you s’much.” He rolled off of you, pulled you in close to him, and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Best birthday ever.”
“Better be, I worked really hard on that present.”
the question comes from your curious eyes and love that spills all over him, “how would you kiss me on the day of our wedding?” what does he do?
ft. kakucho, ran, mitsuya, hanma, mikey
cw. fluff, fem!reader mostly, kisses and declarations of love, mitsuya owns a boutique in this
an.request! please i had to include kakucho in this T T c'mere bae @https-leoo also, likes and reblogs help a lot and are very much appreciated!
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it’s pouring rain outside. the atmosphere feels chill and you’re wearing the fluffiest socks you own as you sip on hot cocoa from your favorite cup. your legs hang as you sit on the marbled kitchen countertop. kakucho is making a cup of coffee for him.
the silence that occupies the space between you two feels comfortable and there’s a soft smile on both your faces. “how’s the drink?” he asks, finally turning his attention your way. “it’s good!” you smile wide. and he returns the grin with a hum. your eyes are closed as he walks closer to you, your mind wondering only one thing.
it’s been stuck in your head since you saw that tiktok trend the other day and as your eyes settle on your boyfriend’s figure pouring his coffee onto a cup, you think this might be the perfect time. “kaku,” you call him. “how would you kiss me on the day of our wedding?”
he looks surprised for a moment, but you’re able to see the blush that dusts this pretty face. “our wedding?”
“you don’t wanna marry me?” you know his question is based on pure confusion and surprise but you still pout. so adorable, kakucho thinks as he cups the sides of your face with his large hands. “of course i do,” he chuckles and you can feel the love that pours out of his gaze. it showers on you so gently that you’re in awe.
“then kiss me!” your smile is so wide that for a moment kakucho wishes to treasure it forever. you get off the countertop to stand on your feet. “i’m the bride and you’re the groom!” you’re really unable to hide your little excitement when kakucho holds your waist with gentle hands.
“whatever you want, baby.” his words leave you gasping. your eyes widen for a moment when his lips clash so softly on yours. your hands immediately wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. his kisses remind you of the rain that’s pouring outside your windows. it’s soft, tender, and sublime.
after kakucho pulls away with a sweet smile, his thumbs draw soothing circles on your waist and you can feel your heart beating fast, so fast that you think you might be falling in love with him all over again.
“i wish to live with you forever,” he whispers against your lips before he’s leaning closer for another taste of your lips.
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your eyes trail from your book to your boyfriend. ran just got out of the shower and he walks over to you with his purple locks still wet. he’s only wearing a big loose shirt and grey shorts. he’s so cute, you think. you’re staring at him and you only hopes that he doesn’t notice the wide lovesick smile on your face, but he does.
it makes him smile and he throws the slightly wet towel on your face. “hey!” you shout, though it is lighthearted. “you’re staring again, baby.” ran’s chuckles make your cheeks heat up, and you sit upright on the bed.
you watch as he goes to check his phone but your eyes refuse to leave him, especially his plump pink lips that look even more kissable with him so close to you. it’s a pull, and you swear ran haitani attracts you like a bee to a flower.
“ran,” you call for him as you remember something, it’s a question that has left you giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush before. and tonight, you decide to ask, “can you kiss me like on the day of our wedding?”
his eyes widen, pupils dilating and he swears, you have him all wrapped around your pretty fingers. “kiss you?” he gasps as his hands cup your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheeks. you nod approvingly and ran feels the sweet tug of cupid’s arrow in his heart.
“but there’s a little problem,” he smiles. “i won’t be able to stop myself once i start kissing you.” as your eyes meet his lavender orbs, you chuckle lightly.
“i want you to kiss me with all, every bit of love you have for me in your heart,” you say with your palm flat against his heart. you can feel his heart beating rapidly, so unevenly yet in sync with yours. he leans closer, eyes gradually closing as he feels the softness of your lips on his.
his kiss reminds you of spring when every flower blooms at the soft beaming of the sun. your heart melts when he pulls away with a smile. “i love you so much,” his voice comes low, not above a whisper and you hold onto him a little longer.
“kiss me again.”
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you look at yourself through the mirror. you’re dressed in white, the beautiful gown resembling the wedding gown of your dreams with beautiful embellishments of white pearls and satin ribbons. it hugs your body to adorn your most prominent features. you smile, so wrapped in love.
you hear the curtains of the trail room inside your boyfriend’s boutique sliding. mitsuya walks over to you with an astonished face. “how’s does the dress feel?” he asks finally as he turns to meet your gaze. “it’s amazing. i feel comfortable in this.”
mitsuya stares at you with so much love and you wonder if he ever has plans to marry you someday. but as if your thoughts were answered, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you a little closer but still keeping a little distance to not ruin the gown.
“i’m going to marry you someday. i made this dress for you actually.” his words leave you gasping and you wonder how lucky you are to have someone like him in your life. “takashi,” you gasp as little beads of tears pool in the corners of your eyes.
“hey,” he smiles as he wipes away your tears that spill of happiness and gratitude. “you look stunning.”
“thank you.” you don’t realize the time moving as your hands trail from his chest to his shoulders, and finally wrap around his neck. “can you kiss me like you’d do on our wedding day?” you beam.
he chuckles, eyes glinting in adoration. “yeah.” his words sink as his lips connect with yours. it feels like heaven on earth and it’s just you both. his kisses remind you of eternity and lavender fields. so peaceful and it’s a love that’s promised forever.
there’s no space for you to utter i love yous as he grabs your face and kisses you again and again — till there’s nothing but his sweet taste on your lips.
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the blanket of stars fills the night sky as you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend. hanma’s large hands grip yours tightly and you turn to gaze at him with a sweet smile on your face. “why did you drag me outside?” you ask as you remember seeing him outside your windows just a few minutes ago.
it made you close the door and go on a night stroll around the neighborhood with him. “i just wanted to see you,” his voice is low, but the smile on his face stays. “i missed you too.” it feels so peaceful and you feel the butterflies trying to fly out of your stomach.
no matter how many times you’ve talked to him, no matter how many years its been since you two started dating, he still manages to make you nervous. but you don’t realise the bashful pink hues that spread across hanma’s face every time he sees you smile.
your feet takes you to a small park. it’s empty with only the crescent waning moon blessing you with its glow. “shuji! c’mere!” you giggle as you drag him to the middle of the park. “what are you—” he gasps as you step closer to him, so close that he feels the warmth that emits from your body.
“kiss me underneath the moonlight… just like you’d do on the day of our wedding,” you whisper as if it’s a sacred secret shared only among lovers. “yeah? right now?” he smiles, his hands caressing your face as his thumb strokes your cheekbones. “yeah.”
love feels young and you feel the stars cooing in awe as his lips sink on yours. your hands rest on his sturdy shoulders and you feel his muscles flexing as he pulls you closer to his body. hanma truly believes that roses are jealous of your lips — its rosy hues and softness that can never be compared to a flower petal makes him crazy.
he pulls away after a short while with a fond smile. you close your eyes feeling his thumb stroking your lower lip softly. so beautiful, he thinks. and as his eyes meet yours again, you feel breathless and so in love. “i don’t think i did it right,” he leans in once more. “let’s kiss again.”
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there’s a soft summer breeze that brushes your hair as you sit next to mikey on the balcony of your house. it’s filled with flowery plants that you just finished watering. the view in front of you is much more peaceful, which is filled with greenery, and beautiful butterflies that flutter their wings.
the birds coo a melodic song as they fly away from one branch to another and it all has mikey mesmerized. you’re awestruck at the adorning smile that bleeds on his lips. you sigh content as you lay your head on his shoulder.
he hums as you gaze at him and mikey swears, you’ve taken all the breath around him as his eyes are fixed on your smile. at that moment, you look like an ethereal angel with a divine smile. “your smile is beautiful,” he whispers and it only makes you smile wider.
the eye contact you both share is intense as you lose yourself in the maze that is his eyes. “manjiro,” your voice comes low as your eyes avert from his eyes to his lips that long for warmth. “could you kiss me like you would on our wedding day?”
you lean into his touch as he brushes a hair strand behind your ears lovingly. “you want to marry me?” he chuckles, but he feels the erratic beating of his heart, losing all its rhythm and he wonders how you still manage to make him flustered.
“of course i do. you’re everything i’ve ever hoped for.” you think it’s a simple answer, yet mikey finds him thanking all the gods and the universe for an angel that is you. “you don’t realize what you do to me, do you?” you hum at his words.
as you close your eyes, you feel the warmth of his lips on yours, and so tenderly it moves in sync with yours. mikey lets his emotions spill into the kiss and it always makes your heart fill with his love. “i love you, manjiro,” you whisper as he pulls away only to place a sweet kiss on your forehead.
“So nice to finally be home, huh?” Mitsuya wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. He rested his head on your shoulder, sighing loudly. It had been a long day, it was Takashi’s birthday after all, and Mana and Luna had thrown a party for him. It was sweet and fun, but it had been an all-day affair, and it was nice to finally be away from it all.
Bby mitsuya left with ran! I am so delusional. Also latest chapter. Wakui is truly a master with these rare pairs. A Drabble
Tw mdlb ddlb ageplay
Mitsuya didn’t notice how much she doted on him until he had to spend the day with Ran. He thought he was pretty independent and more than capable of taking care of himself, he’s been looking after his little sisters for years, and Ran seemed like the type of bachelor to leave him to his own devices.
He’d be spending the day with Ran today because the man could help him look for a new atelier and set up his new business. He knew some people in the industry and mommy thought that would be great for Mitsuya!
He thought the big tote she was carrying was for herself but he couldn’t be more wrong. Mitsuya brought his own things too, samples of his designs, his sewing needles and some thread for quick fittings, sketchbooks. Ran had nodded at his handful of crafts.
She’d leaned in to kiss him goodbye and he thought it was all but suddenly she’s heaving off the tote bag and handing it to Ran.
“Here’s his lunch, I also packed some snacks. I brought an extra change of comfy clothes, please get him to take a nap sometime midday because he hasn’t slept that much last night. And also, make sure he doesn’t lose this,” and Mitsuya pinkens at the sight of the pink bunny plush.
Ran’s eyes flits over to Mitusuya, the poor boy is beet red and so tense, so embarrassed by her instructions.
He smiles and ruffles purple locks with his huge hand and guides him inside by his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him,” he says.
he cries and tells her he needs more of her attention so every night he’s pleased when she holds him and coos at him, like how they were when it was just the two of them. and with every night he’d get away with being more and more touchy, he tells himself it’s because he missed her so much, the skinship, a mother’s warmth, he deserves this. and does our sweet mitsuya feel guilty about being demanding of his poor overworked mama? not really, because there’s still that flash of spite in him because she left him with his sisters.
does the attraction scare him? not really, it doesn’t even register as attraction to him at first. she’s pretty and soft and smells nice and spoils him and that’s why he loves her, it’s always been this way, so he doesn’t feel really weird. he also doesn’t get why he doesn’t really like girls his age, they’re kind of selfish and dumb, not like mommy.
but sometimes he finds himself thinking about her as he cums and he tried bringing it up to draken once, if it was wrong, and the blond said something about primal instincts and hormones so he supposes this is fine.
but he knows that mommy thinks it’s wrong though. can feel her hesitate sometimes and that always hurts so much. he doesn’t like it, does touching him disgust her so much? is that why she’s never around? and because she’s mommy she can read every thought that flits through his face and she hugs him with all the force of her regrets. and if he turns his face while she’s kissing him so that lips touch she doesn’t say anything, scared to upset him even more.
like this he thinks he can get away with anything, so she’s surprised when he asks. asks if he can suck on her tits, words rolling off his tongue casually as if she hasn’t noticed how intently he stares at them every night.
she squeaks out a why, and mitsuya just fixes her with that look. as if she didn’t know he lost sleep chasing after his sisters to drop off their lunches, their homework they left, everything. yeah. ok. he can have this.
and she can see his smirk even in the dark, when he latches onto her and she lets out a moan. it’s been so long, and it feels so good.
sucking on her tits progress to him rutting against her, him manhandling her so she fits perfectly just the way he wants her, the few times he overpowers her with his strength.
some nights he doesn’t even talk, just drags her onto the bed and latches on, rutting between her thighs until they chafe. on bad days he kisses her rough, teeth cutting into her lips.
and when she tries to say something he’ll just sadly look at her, “Isn’t mommy supposed to take care of baby? You’re always gone momma, I missed you, so, much.”
also it’s been a while since she does any chores properly but whenever mitsuya cums in his sheets, momma always washes them first thing in the morning
