hi @/semisgroupie and happy birthday love, i hope you have a good one and thank you for filling in the form <3 tHis isn’t the best but it’s a little something :)
mitsuya loves making clothes but he loves it more when it’s for you
a big thank you to @/wifetotomurashigaraki & @/portfolio-of-dreams for beta reading this <3
WARNINGS: fem!reader - reader wears a dress - fluff - slight cursing - timeskip mitsuya - 500 words or so - not my best
“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?”
Okay sooo let’s start with the music genre, I think he would listen to
Mitsuya would listen to artist like Frank ocean, Kehlani, SZA, Summer walker and Ariana grande (her R&B songs)
Heavy on Frank Ocean!!
and with rap, I feel like he would listen to pop smoke, 21 savage and J. cole
He definitely fucks with female rappers like, Nicki, Doja and Meghan!! (Definitely bc of yuzuha!)
Next topic : College!Mitsuya
College!Mitsuya is definitely one of those laid back guys, that never get into problems and just mind his business.
If it wasn’t for Souya telling him all the gossip that has been going around, he wouldn’t know shit
Nahoya would definitely drag mitsuya out of his dorm to attend a party that someone they know threw (bets on Baji, Chifuyu or peh and pah)
Oh yeah, also!!! I HC that the twins have a black mother and a Japanese dad
And the shiba siblings have a black dad and a Japanese mother
A lot of people are crushing on him (which is understandable ♀️)
He got into smoking(joint) bc of Nahoya! He barely does it unless, he is stressing the fuck out, about a project or something
No bc imagine College!Mitsuya♀️You and him just hanging in your or his dorm
College!Mitsuya, rolling a blunt with this song playing in the background (ughhh)
I feel like when he’s high, That he will act totally the opposite of what he usually acts like, so basically doing reckless shit (likeBajiorNahoya)
Anywayss, if y’all are close he would def ask you to be his model for his designs
Just imagine!this!
“Mhh” You heard him hum
“What’s wrong?” You asked looking at him through the mirror
“Need to do something” He responded as he grabbed the scissors from the table and walked toward you
“Just stay still” He said placing one of his hands on your waist, the cold sensation from his rings spreading against your skin
“Don’t you think that this is….. you know.. kinda dangerous?”
“You think so?” He asked
You gasp as you felt the scissor against your skin
“My bad”
“By the way, yea, I do think so” You answered his question as he continued cutting the dress
“So you want to take it off?” “To be safe, I would. yeah” “do as you please, I’m not stopping you” He said making direct eye contact with you, through the mirror
Yeahhh, that mf would totally be a casual flirt {Not with everyone tho, Just you :) }
Sometimes he will just flirt with you to catch you off guard
Which happens 5 out of the 10
Definitely because you will be talking about anything, and here he comes talking bout “you would look look so good in this”
Mf was talking about the lingerie set that he made
“Huh?”
“Just saying” He shrugged before continuing sketching a new design on his iPad
“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.
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
Mitsuya loves his mom, he sees how hard she works to provide for all of them, and he knows she loves her too. it’s just so hard on some days, his sisters are more grown now but today he’s just getting a headache.
It’s just he sees her so rarely that she seems more like a stranger some days. So it’s easy to write off his attraction to her. He has an eye for art, and even though she’s worked a 12 hour shift, she’s still gorgeous. her smile makes his heart stutter.
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One night he’d broken down when she got home, unable to pretend to be asleep like he always does when she comes into his room to check over him. The way she’d stroke his cheek, brush her hand over his hair, looking at him so sadly in the dark. That used to be enough, but everything’s been so hard and he knows he’s a big boy, he’s the oldest, but he needs more than this.
The sound she made when he gripped at her wrist so suddenly, she didn’t realize how much her little boy had grown up, he’s so strong now.
His lilac eyes sharpening under the cold moonlight and his lips turning downward into one of his deep disapproving frowns. He takes in her breath hitching at the sight of him and he breaks, his chin wobbling more and more with each second.
“Momma,” he whispers, voice hoarse, and oh, her boy is upset, and he pulls her, yanks her almost and cries into her shirt. She’s stiff at first, but the moment her arms are around him it’s like he’s a little kid again, crying over a scuffed knee and he’s enveloped in her warm embrace. She tightens her grip, more confident now, she rubs his back like the way she used to.
“Takashi,” she says.
But it’s wrong, It feels so wrong. Mitsuya shakes his head and cries harder.
He wants her to call him baby again, her sweet boy, her little angel, all the syrupy sweet pet names she’d lovingly called him back then. He tells her so, stuttering through sniffles and whines. He pulls her down and tries to crawl into her lap, he might have grown but he’s still not that broad yet, and he manages.
He hears her chuckle above her but she nods, and coos at him like he wanted.
“Baby what’s wrong? What made my little angel so upset?”
It’s not his job to answer though and he snuggles in closer in response. She spoils him for a while but she has to go to bed soon. When she tries to slip out from under him he catches on quickly and pins her down.
“Stay,” he says. “I already put Luna and Mana to bed, you don’t need to go check on them. Sleep here tonight.”
She’s about to decline, he’s too old for this, she might wake him up too early when she has to get up for work, but his eyes look wet and oh god they’re eye-level now, he really did grow up so quickly, when was the last time she did anything for him? He brings her hand up to his cheek, so she can feel how wet they are, and yeah ok, she can do this, just for tonight.
He’s even touchier under the covers. She’s so soft and pliant, he’s missed this, missed her, missed her holding him, missed being the only one she cared about, and he can’t say this out loud ever, and he gives a frustrated little kick at the blanket that his foot’s gotten tangled up in. She coos and straightens it out, scratches at his nape to soothe him.
Mitsuya settles in, head tucked under her chin. His warm breaths fan over her boobs and if her toes curl because of it he pretends not to notice. And if he can feel how soft her thighs are through his boxers, he tucks that information away for later. But tonight he will be selfish, and get away with crying into her chest while making Mommy hold him close for the rest of the night.
baby baji crying: clinging weeping, snot running down, messy, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, keeps saying it’s not his fault! keisuke didn’t know! (but it is), calms down only when nursing
baby draken crying: whimpers, sullen, sulky until dragged into mommy’s arms where he’ll wail and cry and be just as babie as the rest of them, will only cry if it’s just the two of them, likes to be curled up and have her envelop him so he feels small and safe.
baby mikey crying: will make a fuss at any little thing when mommy can’t attend to him, crocodile tears, when he’s frustrated he’ll just pout and sulk and kick at the nearest thing, when he’s actually really sad he’ll just want to cuddle and whimper so quietly, death grip on mommy’s shirts, he’s stretched out a number of them already
baby mitsuya: actually just as dramatic as baji, and sulks as much as draken, gives the most devastating pouts, will hide his face when he doesn’t want to hear mommy’s excuses anymore, just coo and fuss over him already! he needs the attention!
baby kazutora: the most heartbreaking cries, takes forever to calm him down and he won’t want to leave mommy’s lap (although that’s true for everyone else too), gets very very shy afterwards, follows mommy around everywhere after, needs to hold onto his tiger plushie too if he’s feeling really bad
꒰notes. ꒱ — repost from my old blog. reupload bc i didn’t turn up in tags. originally for this. hehe got some requests to have this back <3
꒰cw. ꒱ — cute smut?? inexperienced! virgin! reader, dom! w/ sub! reader, pervert! sexually experienced! mitsuya, corruption kink, dirty talk, masturbation (m), fingering, handjob, oral (f), overstimulation, penetrative sex, protected sex, loss of virginity. sweetheart,babynprincess used as petnames.
꒰summary. ꒱ — you’ve kept a mental list of circumstances Mitsuya has shown there was something deeper hiding behind his kindness, and when he does this, he almost looks like he’s restraining himself. but from what?
“New to this app, and looking for friends before I go about dating.”
Mitsuya mumbles from the couch. He saw your profile after swiping left five minutes ago.
You’re grinning widely at the camera, dewy skin glowing from the sun, lips tinted in a moist gloss, wearing a straw hat, sundress, and sandals in front of a meadow. There’s a flower in your hand as you hold it up proudly, and Mitsuya finds it so cute that he has to go through the details of the picture in his head, gripping his phone for dear life, and keeping the lock of his jaw tight, or else he’ll go crazy.
(It doesn’t really work, he crumbles anyway.)
The phone drops from a loosened grip, and he slumps down, curls into himself, and covers his face with his hands, groaning about how fucking cute you are, close to screaming about it. Hard thump thump thumps raining heavy in his chest.
Mitsuya thinks he just fell in love with you right then and there.
