- since it’s canon that mitsuya types on the keyboard a finger at a time, he’s most definitely a grandpa when it comes to technologies that don’t belong in the kitchen. one time, it took him nearly an hour to set up their playstations that yuzuha bought them for their birthdays
“Can you aim it right?” 17-year-old Mitsuya questions, leaning against a tree a few feet away. He watches as Y/N examines her gun again, a silencer set right on the barrel. It was her birthday present that she unwrapped yesterday, from Sanzu himself. She rolls it on and checks her mag. “I don’t trust Sanzu to teach you. He just shoots off and hopes for the best.”
A newly 16-year-old Y/N glances to him from the targets set up by Draken. “I can aim just fine, thank you very much.” She retorts, tightening the silencer and holding out her weapon, “And Sanzu said I’m pretty much a pro at this point. You’ve seen me shoot things.”
“Yeah. You nearly shot Hakkai when he interrupted your practice.” He deadpans, tilting his head down to her, “Maybe you should leave the bullets to Sanzu.”
Y/N gives a large sigh, facing the targets on the tree stumps further away from her, “This puts me on the level beneath Mikey. If I have this, then I’m strong.”
Everyone knew how Mitsuya felt about violence. He stands there, arms crossed over his chest and holding onto his arms tightly. He never liked watching his friend be like this, so determined to be stronger than what she was. Y/N’s strength lived in her respect for and from others, and how she never gave up. He’s watched her get thrown to the ground by Draken and Chifuyu multiple times, just for her to get stronger. While she wasn’t strong enough to defeat the Vice, Chifuyu found it harder and harder to contain her. She was… admirable. But he never liked why she did what she did.
It was always Mikey. She had to be better than Mikey. She needed to be better than Mikey. She could never just be herself.
“Alright. Go ahead.” Mitsuya says.
A deep breath. And she shoots. There are seven targets, painted on different cans of empty cat food that Chifuyu kindly gave to them to use. Five of them get knocked over. The last two are dented in the side, slightly sliding in their spot. A click leaves Y/N’s mouth.
“Shit.”
“That’s good.” Mitsuya praises, standing by her with a hand on her shoulder, “At least you hit them. You don’t always have to be on target, as long as you do some damage.” He lifts his hand and walks over, examining the still standing cans. “Sometimes it’s better to do less damage.”
Y/N stares at the back of his head and his movement. She shoves her gun back into her holster and stands beside him. “Do you think that Toman is getting better, or worse?” She questions, holding the can in her palm and rubbing her thumb over the dent.
“Better. For sure.” He replies in no time, “You’ve grown the gang, and we’ve filled our Divisions to the max, we’ll have to wither shuffle people around or start a new group. And everyone who has belittled you, now works for you. I think it’s better.”
She puts the cans down as Mitsuya does, walking back to their spot as new targets take place. She lifts her gun. “But they’d rather work for Mikey than for his ex-girlfriend.”
One, two, three, four, five, six targets down. One hit.
“If I don’t get more valuable, then I’ll die out like he did.”
One, two, three, four, five, six targets down. One miss.
“I can’t let them down.”
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven down.
Mitsuya puts the damaged cans in the trash bag, seeing Y/N rolling off the silencer. It’s been an hour of practice. She puts her things away and makes her way with Mitsuya to their bikes.
“You know.” He begins, turning his bike on, “You remind me of Shinichiro.”
She feels her heart pick up when the name is mentioned.
“He was a weak king, but never gave up.” Mitsuya claims, seeing Y/N trace the tiger on her bike, “But the difference between you and him, is that you are trying to be Mikey. He was himself.”
Sometimes, Y/N hated how right Mitsuya was.
She found him staring and watching her, all the time. Almost like a constant analysation of his Commander. Even when she shut herself in after that Halloween, he was there to see how she was doing. Y/N could hate him, more like she wanted to hate him, just because he was so observant. She hated all of it.
Y/N shakes her keys in her hands.
“I’m going to visit Kazutora, I’ll meet you at home.” She says, driving in the opposite way as Mitsuya was.
17-year-old Hanemiya Y/N’s gun is smoking from the barrel. Yells have stopped as Kisaki Tetta falls to the ground. Hanma slowly turns to the person laying slightly behind him, watching as the blood pools around his body. Part of him is speechless, and the other part feels his heart beating faster than ever.
His eyes land on Y/N, who is wide eyed, watching Kisaki. Her gun is still aimed at him, not letting up just in case he would still move. Hanma grits his teeth, fists clenched.
“What an idiot…” He mumbles to himself.
“HANMA!” Draken shouts loudly, charging towards him almost immediately as the realisation falls upon him. Hanma steps back only for Draken to throw a punch to to his face. He grabs Hanma’s shirt, repeatedly punching his cheek. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I’LL KILL YOU!”
Y/N’s eyes stay on Kisaki, palms hot against the handle.
Lemaire has his eyes on her as she stands in front of him, shoulders strong and gun still aimed at the body on the floor. He has never killed anyone himself, actually. It had always been someone else’s actions that he just so happened to be behind. Lèmeiux was older than Lemaire, and being Lemaire’s brother’s right-hand man, he was more experienced when it came to dealing with traitors and punishing them.
But killing someone with the blood on his hands?
Lemaire had no idea.
Lèmeiux is kneeling beside his Commander, being free of Draken’s hold. He places a gentle hand onto his shoulder. “Are you alright?” He mutters, facing him fully, “Merde… your nose is definitely broken.”
Lemaire waves him away, wiping the blood from his chin. “Who the Hell are those two?” He questions, nodding towards Hanma and Kisaki. He had no clue what they were up to, but he already did not like them at all. They seemed to be the reason why Y/N was going crazy. “I have never seen them before.”
“I don’t know, but I got a feeling that they got something to do with the two guys from the Second Unit.” Lèmeiux states, standing with his boss and looking at Draken currently tackling Hanma to the ground, and Y/N’s aim continuing to be on Kisaki. He was referring to the incident within Clair de Lune where two members from the Second Unit were sent to the hospital with their uniforms stolen. It leaves a bad taste on his tongue. “Toman is full of snakes, it seems.”
“It’s just them two.” Lemaire responds, his broken face turning serious, “Without them, Toman would be perfect.”
He’s never known about the civil wars in Toman. Kisaki and Hanma, they flew under their radar. Everyone’s radar. Except for Toman. How the Hell did two people seem to be so invisible? Either the two of them were incredible smart and sneaky, or they mattered too little for anyone else to notice. Lemaire had a feeling it was the first.
Mitsuya and Mikey are in the front of the crowd. Neither of them can believe what was going on. The sound of gasps all around them had rung out, along with the sound of the shot itself. But they can’t utter a single word, Y/N doesn’t waver. She still looks ready to go, but she’s holding herself back. Kisaki would have to be six feet under for her to stop.
“You asshole!” Draken shouts, drawing another punch with his already bloodied fists, “I fucking hope you survive after this, so that I can you the fuck up all over again. You’ll regret ever being born.”
Hanma laughs in his face, blocking a punch and kneeing Draken in the stomach, “Oh please, I’m living my fucking life so I don’t have to regret it.” The smile on his face makes Draken fume. He pulls back, hands burning. “You couldn’t fuck me up even if you tried, Ken.”
Draken throws his knuckles at Hanma’s jaw. “Don’t fucking call me that.” He scowls, lifting him up from his collar. Hanma falls a little at the sudden and harsh action, slipping on his hands and knees. “You took Emma from me. I’ll never forgive you or Kisaki. You two can burn in Hell for all I care.”
And he gives another smirk. Hanma pushes against Draken’s shoulders, hard. “You sending me off to see her for you?” He chuckles.
Draken swears that he is a good man, but Hanma… he is testing that.
“He’s gonna’ kill him.” Chifuyu mentions, his chest heaving as his body calms down from the fighting.
“Y/N might shoot if we move.” Takemichi says, gesturing to the leader in front of them, “She’s… angry.” There’s this feeling of fear that emits from him.
Last time Y/N looked this upset, it was because someone in her club ruined her nearly finished project. Instead of taking it out on them, she asked to fight Mitsuya and was so close to winning if it wasn’t for the fact that Mitsuya realised she was being serious.
“She won’t shoot us.” Mitsuya states, “She’s got good enough aim. And she’s only angry at Hanma and Kisaki.”
Still, that doesn’t make them feel any better. Mitsuya himself is scared. He doesn’t like how Y/N is still holding her weapon, or the fact that she brought it at all. It was this precaution that she always thought of, and always carried around with her where she needed. He hated that thing.
Mikey is keeping his eyes on Draken. While Y/N was in no way hurt, his best friend was in danger. Hanma was a sneaky little shit, and he always had something up his sleeve. Kisaki would tell him to have a plan B, C, D and everything after that. He didn’t trust those two one bit.
Y/N begins to take her step towards Kisaki as Draken launches another flurry of punches to his opponent. With a deep breath, she lowers her gun and walks over to him.
“I’ve always hated you, Kisaki.” She mutters out, pistol held tightly in her hand. She knits her brows as she glares down at him on the floor. Pathetic and unmoving. It makes her sick. “Ever since you became a part of Toman all those years ago, I’ve hated you. And I don’t hate a lot of people.”
She lifts her boot and shoves it into Kisaki’s chest. He lets out a bloodied cough. She looks disappointed.
“Fuck you.” She sighs, leaning onto the foot heaving into his body, “I wish I didn’t miss. Your heart is just a few inches away.”
Kisaki places a hand on around her ankle, weak and trying. He’s unable to push her off, the pain is too much. He can’t manage to get his breathing under control, and he is getting no mercy from the girl above him.
Shit.
He should’ve killed Y/N like Hanma said to do. He said that if they just eliminated Y/N, then they could take over Toman themselves. Hanma or Kisaki could’ve killed her whenever they saw her at school. She had no people around to protect her, no gun, no motorcycle to escape with. She was alone. And she was vulnerable. There were so many chances he could’ve taken. He should’ve shot her and Draken in the back of their heads while they waited for Emma. That girl wouldn’t have done a thing.
Killing Emma might’ve been a start, but Y/N was going to end him now.
Y/N leans down, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging him up harshly. He winces as she lowers her voice. “Emma is better than the both of us, you didn’t deserve to even breath the same air as her. How dare you do this?” She scowls, lifting her gun. With a quick movement, she bashes the bottom of her handle against Kisaki’s jaw. “Pray for your life and apologise. Beg for me to let you live, even though I will never do that. Go out with some sense of respect.”
He’s heaving to get a decent breath, but the way her heel digs into his chest and her fingers wringing his hair is making it hard. Kisaki can’t think of anything. Anything to get him out of this alive. He looks to the side. Hanma is practically passed out with Draken kicking him in the stomach repeatedly. The two of them are beat.
Kisaki looks back to Y/N, who could kill him with that gaze. He sends a glare back. “You didn’t deserve everything you got after Mikey left.” He states, “Everything you were handed, you were just given all the power because Mikey had a thing for you. You… You are nothing without him. You’ll never be anything more than his ex.”
Everyone can hear them. And for anyone who didn’t know Kisaki before, they know what he can be like now. This manipulative, whining liar who never gets his way. And Hanma, his lap dog. But with everything they’ve heard about Y/N, there’s never been a worse thing to say to her.
Y/N stares at him.
Who the Hell did he think he was?
Who the Hell did he think he was talking to?
She stands up, tugging him up as she lifts her foot off of him. Kisaki grunts as he gets pulled to his knees. Y/N stands in front of him blood sprayed across her uniform from her run-in with Lemaire. He looks up at her, hand pressing against his shoulder and trying to stop the pain.
“You’ll be nothing more than the dirt beneath my shoe.” She responds, “You’re a follower, you think that having Hanma means that you’re invincible. You don’t do shit, and you aren’t shit. Don’t talk down to me like you’re better. I can be ten times the man you think you are.”
Without another word, she brings the end of her gun to his forehead. Kisaki holds his breath, staring right back at her, as if to challenge the girl. Y/N is having none of it.
The gun rotates until the barrel is in her palm. And she draws back her hand, striking his face with the gun as if it was a bat. She goes back and forth, swinging with all her might. Kisaki has no time to think, too little strength to stop. His glasses are broken on the floor beside him.
Mikey can feel some flashbacks coming through. The sight of Y/N and Kisaki, is the exact same one as Kazutora and himself.
It goes for a few more minutes before Draken finally lays his eyes on his Commander. Y/N is seeing red, this… dark impulse surrounds her. And he’s knocked back into reality, the fact that he can’t allow her to go on. He lifts himself up from Hanma, giving him one last scowl before walking towards Y/N.
His footsteps are heard from where she stands. “You want a couple hits before we end him?” She questions, voice without hesitation. She doesn’t think twice about what she implies. “I want him to suffer.”
She gets one last hit before her wrist is stopped, held by Draken behind her. She doesn’t say anything, looking over her shoulder to him, Kisaki still in front of her with his head hung low. Y/N’s expression doesn’t change, she still looks furious, fingers tight around the barrel. Nobody dares to breathe louder than the rest of the crowd. It’s too intense, with all eyes on Y/N.
“Let go of me.” She orders. She’s never used that tone before, and her wrist is straining against Draken’s hand. Her handle is bloodied and dropping with red from Kisaki’s face. Nothing can satisfy her thirst for revenge.
He shakes his head. “Stop that. Look at what you’re doing.” He retorts. The blood trickles down his wrist as well.
“Are you saying I shouldn’t kill this bastard?” She says, holding tighter onto her gifted weapon, “Why does he deserve to live? I have every right to split his skull open right now.”
A kick pulls back and launches against the side of Kisaki’s head.
“Stop to fucking think for a second, Y/N.” Draken demands, getting more frustrated by the second. Because she is right, they have every right to be mad at him and want him gone. He himself was ready to throw that guy in a dumpster fire. “He’s done. Emma… didn’t want this for you.”
She’s glaring at the top of Kisaki’s head. “Don’t tell me what Emma wanted.” She huffs back, pulling her hand out of his grasp, “She told me all of that. And none of it is gonna’ happen because this asshole took her away from us.” She places her boot against Kisaki’s shoulder and shoves him back. “You ruined my life, so I’ll take yours.”
“Y/N—” Draken begins, loud.
“What?” She shouts back, turning around with her gun barrel held tightly in her palms.
But as she lands her gaze on her Second-in-Command, her eyes widen and her tighten fists loosen that little bit.
Draken holds his breath, a sharp pain in his lower back. Once a second passes, he feels something get pulled out of his skin.
“Fuck…” Hanma chitters, dropping the bloodied knife to the floor as he takes a few steps back, “That was easier than I thought.”
Draken turns around, throwing an arm out and knocking Hanma onto his rear. A great huff comes from him, “I’ll fucking kill you!”
“You can’t do that if you’re already dead yourself, Ken.” Hanma retorts, laying on his back and looking to the sky.
“DRAKEN!” Toman yells, voices loud and booming across the area.
“Kenny…” Mikey says, pushing passed Mitsuya and gradually jogging towards his best friend.
Mitsuya stands still for a few seconds. “What the Hell….?” He mumbles to himself, “What is this…?” He walks towards him as well, soon picking up speed and running.
The Vice Commander scowls, shivers going up his spine as the pain surges through his body. A fall to his knee is what makes Y/N run step towards him.
“Draken?” She mutters out, gun back in its holster and placing her hands on his shoulders. The guy is coughing blood onto the floor, making her heart beat faster with anxiety.
She kneels in front of him, holding his shoulders up. He can’t sit up straight. Mikey comes to his side soon enough, panicked and not knowing what to do. Mitsuya is behind Draken, examining the stab wound. It’s deep, too deep. The kind of wound that you’d expect someone to pass out from because of all the pain. But Draken is here, awake. Slightly.
Mitsuya looks towards Mikey, a solemn expression. Mikey clenches his jaw and grips harder onto Draken’s sleeve.
“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll take you to the hospital, it’s fine. You’re fine. You’ll be okay.” Y/N states, looking him dead in the eye with her voice shaking. Draken stares back at her, blank, with blood dripping from his mouth. Y/N can’t help the way her eyes are burning, or how her chest tightens at the scene. “You’re listening to me, right?”
“Y/N.” He replies, lifting a heavy hand up to her. She furrows her brows with a frown, his palm now resting on top of her head. “It’s okay.”
“This is not okay! Emma’s not coming back, so you have to!” She retorts, shaking his shoulders frantically.
Mikey leans back in his spot. “Kenny.” He calls. Draken turns to his childhood friend. “I’m sorry.”
The taller man holds his laboured breath for a moment. And then smiles, letting out a chuckle, “You ass, waiting up until this point to tell me.” Mikey doesn’t say anything to that. In return, Draken tilts his head down. “I forgave you once I saw Emma hug you. You can rest easy now.”
Mikey lets out a long sigh, nodding his head once.
“Mitsuya.” Draken speaks up, making the 19-year-old behind him turn his head. The lavender-haired boy gives a short hum in acknowledgement. “Thanks for saving Y/N. Please continue to help her.”
“I will.” Replies Mitsuya, who wipes his cheeks from tears.
“Y/N—”
“Shut up.” She responds, punching a fist into the hard concrete beneath her. Tears pool in her eyes and she glares towards Draken. “I don’t want to hear it from you. I… fuck.”
Draken grunts, bonking the top of her head, “Listen to me, idiot. Emma’s funeral speech… Could you read mine for me?” Her expression softens, until her lips are parted and her brows are lifted. “It would mean a lot. To me, and to Emma.”
She can’t decline his request. If she did, it’d haunt her for the rest of her life. Y/N only takes his fist off of her head and responds, “I will.”
“Thank you—” Draken is interrupted by a fit of coughs. He covers it with his hand, now covering the skin with red. He doesn’t look regretful or panicked, not how Y/N, Mikey and Mitsuya look right at this second.
Draken only lays his hands on his lap, staring at his bloodied palms and knuckles. He wouldn’t want to leave any other way. His friends are beside him, and he will be seeing Baji, Kazutora… and most importantly, he’ll be with her.
“I’m on my way, Emma.”
Silence.
“Kenny?”
Silence.
Y/N holds her breath. And stands up.
Her tears are now dried along her cheeks, anything still wet being wiped off her face with the back of her hand.
She doesn’t look sad anymore.
Draken is cold and he sits there, blood etching from his back onto the ground around him. He can’t say anything to Y/N anymore. No more 'think before you act’, or 'at least look presentable’. Draken is gone now.
She doesn’t know what to do.
If the people she cares about are dropping one by one, then who will be the last person?
Next thing she knows, it might be Mikey, or Mitsuya, or Hina, or Takemichi, or Chifuyu… They could all be next.
“You’re fucking dead now.” She spits out venomously, sliding her handgun out from her holster. She walks towards Kisaki, who had sit up to watch the whole thing play out. Throughout their many years of planning and trying to gain control of Toman, they had never managed to kill any of the Commanders. Not even when Takemichi was a Commander. Y/N kicks him upside the chin, making Kisaki yelp and fall back. Her gun is aimed at his head. “I’d kill you with my bear hands, but I don’t want to get infected by a piece of shit like you.”
“Go throw yourself onto the highway.” Kisaki scowls back, scornful expression on his face. His glasses as sitting a few feet away, broken and bent. He doesn’t bother reaching for them.
Y/N squints at him. And lifts her gun to check her magazine. Half-empty. With a satisfied overlook, she clicks the mag back into her weapon.
“Your mother made the mistake of having you.” She tells Kisaki. He grits his teeth. Seething. “I’ll fix it for her.”
And just as she’s about to squeeze the trigger, a hand falls on top of her shoulder. Her finger relaxes, unwillingly.
♡ — 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.
note:it’s a miracle I didn’t go to the bathroom and use the shower head half way through writing this.
—mitsuya takashi
he’s normally very sweet about this
will walk up to you, stroke your cheek with gentle touches and peck your lips a couple of times before letting it turn into a deeper kiss
but on days where he feels a little bold
he will tease the absolute living shit out of you
backs you against the couch, into a corner, against the wall and then asks in the sweetest tone with such faux sympathy “what’s gotten you all red, darling?”
he loves it when you get turned on by him being a little meaner than usual
when he’s making you flustered like this, he loves to get down on his knees and kiss your clothed cunt and pretend as if he’s having a whole makeout session with your pussy just to see how dripping you’d be once he actually gets to work
yeah, getting you in the mood is so much fun for him
he will make you sit on the head rest of the couch, spread your legs wide and take a whiff of your underwear just to make you flustered.
the fact that you’re allowing him to see you like this makes him so fucking hard.
“that’s a pretty clit you got there baby. can I kiss it? give it a tiny kiss?”
—chifuyu matsuno
kind of direct, kind of not
you two would be cuddling and his hand starts to slip under your shirt and you kind of think that he wants to fuck but then he just gets up and goes to the kitchen
it’s not until like an hour later does he fully admit that he wants to fuck you
yeah, verbally.
“could feel your nipple with my thumb baby—fuck I want it in my mouth, can I put it in my mouth?” he’s a goner when you let him suck your tits
he takes so much time with them that you have to beg him to relieve the ache between your legs
he’s in awe when he sees your hard clit through your panties
loves LOVES to press your underwear against your cunt because it makes you jolt with the cutest moan
“what a wet little cunt—all for me,”
—kakucho hitto
he’s normally a very stoic man outside
but with you? he’s very touchy, very romantic and loves to be so close to you<3
when it comes to initiating sex, he takes the romantic route
he will kiss the back of your hand when you’re watching TV together, kiss your knuckles and then pull you to his chest
he likes to caress your back, especially your spine because it gets you to purr like a cat against him
the sight of you looking so relaxed in his presence makes him instantly harden
but he will not say anything until he feels you press your lips against his
oncethat happens? it’s game over
he will manhandle you so that you’re straddling him and suddenly his touch is much rougher. (even though he hates being rough, you just make him lose his mind)
“rub that pretty cunt against me baby, go for it. I bet it’s dripping—can I check? can I see those pussy lips real quick?”
lord have mercy
—ryuguji ken
with him, he’s very touchy when he wants something so expect a lot of kisses and a lot of random make out sessions
you could be walking out of the bathroom and he still manages to find a way to grab your jaw and give you such a deep passionate kiss that you’re left dizzy when he pulls away
the worst part is that he will keep doing this for at least two hours before he can finally give in to his temptation and fuck your brains out
I mean he will lift you up on the counter, will rub your clothed pussy with his thumb and even press his hard dick against you and have you grind against him but he will absolutely NOT give it to you fully until he sees the little frustrated tears welling up in your eyes
“oh baby c'mere,” he coos at you when he sees you standing by the couch, clearly very fucking frustrated with your red cheeks.
“want me to fuck you, is that it?” he wants a verbal response. draken will NOT give you anything unless it comes out of your mouth and you’re SURE of it.
“want you to eat me out—it’s aching,” “I bet it is,” he thumbs at your clit through your underwear and the way you jolt away from him has him pinning you down on his lap instantly.
“you’re not going anywhere. now give me this pussy, want to see it on my face.”
—kisaki tetta (surprise)
you’d think he’s not the most direct person
but he literally grabs you but the crotch when you’re standing next to him and he’s sitting down on the couch that you squeal
you’re literally so surprised that you stare at him like ?#!$?2(_
“lift up your skirt for me?” the way he’s staring up at you with hooded eyes through his glasses makes you wet instantly. screw him for having such attractive eyes
and you do, you stand in front of him and lift up your skirt and he’s smiling the whole time, something that’s making you hot with embarrassment
“a little bow, how cute,” he whispers before leaning in and pressing his lips right above your underwear
he loves watching you soil your panties just from something as little as a kiss near your pussy
“tetta,” you’re embarrassingly horny now and he can’t seem to take a hint either (or that’s what you think)
so when his hand grabs your pussy again and his thumb presses against your clit, you’re almost falling on him.
“hold yourself right baby, what’d you do if I ate you out like this?”
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