Mitsuya Smut - Tumblr Posts

Why can't you love me as you love him?

Characters: Mitsuya, Reader and Koko

A/N: Swearing, abuse, blood, violent, comforting at the angst, cheating and nsfw scene of mitsuya cheating :D

There's a gun scene so pls if your uncomfortable by it don't read 4 your safety and health

( if your a minor I'll make a line and immediately scroll Thru it and if you see the line again stop there if your okay with that)

Word count: 1.1k+

You looked around the house to see that it was all true.. he cheated. Of course this wasn't the first shit he has ever done, but you just had enough with Mitsuya cheating on you treating like you were a piece of shit. You quietly packed most of your things in the shared bedroom you and mitsuya did a lot of things but who the fuck knows what if they fucked in the bed you slept in?

You felt drained, tired and want to kill him but you can't. You love him, you wanted a distraction, you couldn't just hold your tears anymore as you walked to your friend's house for the time being. You sobbed, sniffles audible and you felt used. You knocked on the door of your friend's house hoping they would answer but the door opened to someone else. A man who has a scar on his face and you assumed he had a blind eye. You sighed and said sorry, leaving the property until you heard your name being called. As you look back you saw your friend, you could recognize them by their face. Though you could see that they changed their hair color to white, you stayed at your spot not moving. Your eyes began to blur, suddenly it went black.

You fainted. It wasn't a surprised since you were weak and haven't eaten a proper meal for a week due to stress. You woke up the next day to a room that's unfamiliar. You heard footsteps behind the door, you freaked out and hid yourself under the blanket shaking. The door was slowly opened, you heard a sigh from the corner of the room. You sneezed by accident and blushed at what happened, the blanket covering you was snatched by the white haired person.

You smiled and saw Koko Hajime, "Hajime!" You cried in happiness and crawled to him, the sudden hug you did caused both you and Koko to fall on the bedroom ground. Since the sudden noise triggered some people and immediately went into the room with guns in their hand ready to shoot. You looked terrified to see them holding guns, you gripped Koko's shirt tight making him bring his hand behind your bag and rub it to attempt to calm you down. You felt scared, terrified, worried, words can't describe how you saw those guns. It felt like you remembered something traumatic..

____________________________

Flash back:

"takashi!~" you opened the house door smiling, you looked around and saw Mitsuya on the couch naked with another girl riding him. You stood there speechless, you wanted to fit him now and there. You felt tears run down your face, "Mitsuya who's this? You didn't say you were in a relationship?" The women asked Mitsuya who stopped riding them.

As soon those words left her lips you felt betrayed. You were married with mitsuya for years, you both planned to even want kids once. The box you were holding fell on the floor, like how your heart shattered in pieces. You noticed the woman was Mitsuya's body type, he just married you because he loved your "Personality". You believed him but in this moment you trust in him. The women has black hair long and straight, skinny, the right amount of breasts and ass, her beautiful face. You can't compare to her at all. It was like she was everything you wanted to have.

Mitsuya's head was thrown back and he looked at you, scoffed and thrusted his hips to women. You heard the woman moan and tears fell beside your eye.

___________________________

You closed the door and ran to the nearest park you knew. Your heart shattered by the man who you loved, who was most of your first. It pained you to see him cheat on you making your heart ache from remembering the memory. After a day you spent at your cousin's house you went back to mitsuya. You knocked on the door to be opened by Mitsuya who had dark circles around his eyes. You looked at it but didn't care for it as you shoved Mitsuya away out of the doorway. when he was about to say something, you walked past him and went upstairs. You stared at the messy bedroom in disgust, then felt an arm wrapping around your neck and pushed you to the wall. Mitsuya held a gun on your forehead pinning you to the wall, you stared at the gun gripping on Mitsuya's shirt that you're scared to be held at gunpoint. He then removed the gun and slapped you, it went by too fast. …..

You didn't even get a proper explanation

End of flashback.

You gripped on Koko's shirt making him sigh and pulled you closer, kissing your forehead and his hand moved to your cheek rubbing it carefully. "I wished she was mine" ".. I wish I was the one that married her ``''… I hate to see her cry, I will kill Mitsuya for cheating her yet again." Koko thought but came back to reality when you held his hand. He blushed and looked at the hand you were holding, he smiled shyly "Y/N.. I'm so sorry.." he whispered to you, you looked at him. You both held eye contact for a while but it broke when a person coughs. You looked at who it was and it was Sanzu, you sighed and let go of Koko looking away. "Leave right now pls" Koko said to the men at the door.

As the men walked out he sat on the bed and pulled you onto him. You fell on his lap and he puts you on his lap, his head on your shoulder and hands rubbing your waist. "I don't understand.. Why would Mitsuya do that? Have you seen yourself? You're beautiful.. he must be blind." Koko blunty said, making you blush and jump out of his embrace. You blushed, making him smile softly, "The most beautiful woman I have ever seen…." He bluntly stated making you turn around, your back facing him blushing so much.

You heard a creak and Koko hugged you from behind, making you smile and turn your head. As you turned your head you accidentally kissed Koko when he was about to kiss your cheek, you blushed but Koko just chuckled.

"Forget about him…"

"I'll show you how it is to be actually loved."

" Just be mine. "

Tags: @ambrodias (kindly dm me if you want to be tagged<3

Your not mine.

Part one here: <3

A/N: Mitsuya x Reader? Angst

And this is when they are married and before he cheated

Wc: 490+

Warnings: Cheating, slight nsfw in part1

Mitsuya pov ig?

I know you y/n..

Why can't you look at me like how you look at him?

Am I….. not good enough?

Mistuya looked at himself in the mirror in his kitchen, he sighed and turned his head in disgust. Why….. Why did you choose me? Mitsuya doubted everything you said. Especially… I love you..

Everytime you say it Mitsuya wants to burst out crying because he knows that you're not his. He sees how you and Koko look at eachother. Not the same way as you do to him. He sees how you look at him when he passes by. He wished and wished it was him but it never came true.

He wanted to break up with you in the first place because he felt the love you told, shared and showed was lies. He wanted to, but doesn't have the guts to tell you. True or not he doesn't want to hurt you, he wants to break up with you but can't. He doesn't have the heart to since he loves you but you don't love him back.

He lied and lied to himself that you love him, he knows that you don't love him but he wanted you for himself. Mitsuya felt greedy and possessive when it came to you. He wanted you all to himself, himself only. No one else's, just you. He wanted you all to himself. He looked at your sleeping form on the couch and smiled, he went closer to you and placed his hand on your cheek softly rubbing it. He sighed and walked felt like giving up, he wanted you to love him as he loves you, but he can't.

He loves you a lot, willingly will be there by your side at your lowest, will be by your side when you need him. Yet why can't you just see me like how you see him?

He wants to cry, and keep you only you himself but he knows you will once not be by his side anymore.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Don't look at him!

Love me.

Mitsuya has so much urges to kill Koko for stealing you from him, his lover. He wants to but can't because he could imagine how much pain you would be in…

As you left to work Mitsuya gave up and accepted that you love Koko more than him. You both belong together and it's sadly painfully obvious. Tears fell down his eyes to his cheeks.

(Insert him cheating here because he needs a distraction)

It hurts.

It hurts!

Let this pain stop PLS..

I'm begging...

My first love….

My last love..?

Til I met you, I never knew what love was, then I met you. This feeling seems to grow more every day sadly, you're not mine anymore.

Tags: @ambrodias

And They Were Best Friends

Pairing: Draken x F!Reader x Mitsuya

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

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

Word count: 8.6k

tag list: @awkwardchick87

If you want to sign up for my tag list, please hop into my inbox and let me know!

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

You three simply were.

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

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

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

It was somehow domestic.

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

But to the three of you, it just was. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had almost asked him to stay. 

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

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

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

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

“Basically,” Peh grumbled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You whirled on Mitsuya next, blindsided by their offer. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is my 30-day notice to vacate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still, it didn’t stop.

“Are you dating them both?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“They both care for you a lot.” 

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

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

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

Love.

A stitch on the box buried within you snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think we all need to talk.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ignore it,” he said in between kisses. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Play with her tits, Mitsuya.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, handsome.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop holding back, Draken.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were finally theirs. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, baby. Miss me?” 

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

“What does Mikey have planned?”

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

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

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

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

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

my heart wants kazutora, my mental health wants mitsuya and my pussy wants taiju 😞

my heart wants kazutora, my mental health wants mitsuya and my pussy wants taiju 😞

i think takashi mitsuya is a silent lover. he prefers actions over words, and being around you in quiet rather than going out to the bustling streets of shibuya. mitsuya doesn't talk often, he observes those who he is around, if he chooses to be around such people other than you, he likes it, listening.

you two don't have to speak in words to communicate; a shoulder massage and light neck kiss can tell you all you'd like to know about how he's feeling. the glances you two share while making a meal, or watching a show, are enough, you and him think.

within intimate moments you can confirm the atmosphere is similar, how he'll walk in the door from work, and immediately you'll appear from the living room to hug him. he buries his face in your neck, into your hoodie, well his, but after a few months of living with each other, the line between his wardrobe and your wardrobe is lost. after he sets his bag down, he heads to the bedroom to get comfortable, and you follow along behind him.

you always thought he looked good, no matter what; lounging, back from work, tired, he could do it all.

while loosening his tie he turns to look at you and smiles softly before taking it completely off and pacing slow steps toward where you're standing so he can press his lips to yours. he doesn't kiss you immediately, though; he prefers to savor the few moments he has before you two go through with it, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. he likes to examine the slight needy look on your face, trying to lean into his, but you find him to be just out of your grasp.

he resolves his teasing when he sees that look on your face turn into something more noticeable than it already is, and he finally leans in to lock his lips with yours repeatedly.

the only sound you can hear in the apartment is the occasional rain patter on the windows and the sound of dogs barking from down below. every day you mentally thank both mitsuya and yourself for choosing to move into a place high up.

your moans are soft as mitsuya continues his slow but steady pace on your clit, he's kissing your neck over and over as his hand moves in your underwear. he's focused, as focused as you can be when the absolute love of your life is making it known so clear that you're making them feel amazing.

he pauses the kisses on your neck to look into your eyes and his hand's pace isn't faltering, instead derived from the heightening reactions you're giving, he quickens his pace, bringing you to the very edge.

just as you think you're about to finish, he stops, and you let out a faint whine at the loss of contact. he shifts his position on top of you, slowly tugging your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs. he looks so handsome like this, you think, no, you know; you take in the way he looks so eager to touch you, yet restrains himself to drag out your pleasure to the max.

he removes his boxers, pants already discarded the side by the time he got into your shared room, and before you know it he's lining himself up with your folds.

a silent nod of approval is exchanged between both of you, and he starts pushing in slowly. you whine slightly louder than usual at the dull pain when he's all the way inside, and he smiles a little.

a few moments pass before he starts to move, slowly thrusting in and out of your wetness. the dull ache transitions into pleasure, and he can tell you're starting to enjoy yourself even more.

mitsuya reaches his hands down in between your bodies to rub at your clit once again. his eyes are looking into yours when he picks up his pace on both his hand and his hips. as your breath starts to shallow, his becomes heavier, and you can hear the quiet deep moans he's producing as he goes faster.

he can tell you're almost there, by the way your moans start to become more audible, more frequent, the way you look up at him while slightly biting your lip, then you begin to say a sentence.

"i love you so much,"

mitsuya had heard the sentence come out of your mouth multiple times before, but for some reason, this time felt different. this time, when you said it, the tone of your voice had become a little more emotional, a little more soft. sure, you always meant it whenever you said it to him, you couldn't recall a single time where you didn't mean that specific sentence.

a few seconds after that moment, when everything is at its peak, and you are too, his hips still and his breathing slows while painting your walls, his face is red, hands tangled in your hair, with a loving smile on his face.

the best moments like these happen in silence, you can both agree.

──⊹⊱✫⊰⊹──

☆𝓚𝓘𝓝𝓚𝓣𝓞𝓑𝓔𝓡!!

• All characters involved in Kinktober are and or have been up to age 18+. No minors are involved without an aged up.

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 1 🖤

───༺💀༻ ───

Oct.1st: Tengen w/…Spanking!

Oct.2nd: Gojo w/…Overstim!

Oct.3rd: Kyojuro w/…Thigh riding!

Oct.4th: Toji w/…Daddy Kink!

Oct.5th: Obanai w/…Showersex!

Oct.6th: Geto w/…Hair Pulling!

Oct.7th: Sekido w/…Edging!

───༺💀༻ ───

╓┈♔◦☓◦☙◦👻◦☙◦☓◦♔┈╖

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 2.🧡

Oct.8th: Sukuna w/…Cum play!

Oct.9th: Aizetsu w/…Hate sex!

Oct.10th: Choso w/…Praise kink!

Oct.11th: Sanemi w/… Degradation kink!

Oct.12th: Nanami w/… Baker!reader!

Oct.13th: Douma w/… Teasing!

Oct.14th: Yuuji w/… First time!

╙┈♔◦☓◦☙◦👻◦☙◦☓◦♔┈╜

─. ☆: *. 🎃 .* :☆ﾟ .─

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 3!🤍

Oct.15th: Takemichi w/… Wet Dreams!

Oct.16th: Lucifer w/… Choking!

Oct.17th: Manjiro Sano w/… Thigh riding!

Oct.18th: Satan w/… Begging!

Oct.19th: Ran Haitani w/… Semi public!

Oct.20th: Barbatos w/… Thief AU!

Oct.21st: Hanma w/… Seduction!

─. ☆: *. 🎃 .* :☆ﾟ .─

«── « ⋅ʚ🖤ɞ⋅ » ──»

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 4!💀

Oct.22nd: Asmodeus w/… Internet Celeb!

Oct.23rd: Mitsuya w/… Modeling!

Oct.24th: Mammon w/… Sharing a bed!

Oct.25th: Rindou w/… Mafia!

Oct.26th: Diavolo w/… Hired Maid!

Oct.27th: Wakasa w/… Break up Make Up!

Oct.28th: Leviathan w/… Famous Popstar!

«── « ⋅ʚ🖤ɞ⋅ » ──»

29𝓽𝓱-31𝓼𝓽

☆•🖤 ⥤ 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭, 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓭𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼! ( 𝓜𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻... 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵.)

✩.･*:｡≻──⋆☆⋆──.•*:｡✩

♡•☆ 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 1 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓞𝓬𝓽 1𝓼𝓽. 𝓢𝓸 𝓾𝓱 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓱! 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓘 𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓼.. 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓮, 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓼. 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂! 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷! 🎃💙

My heart is still racing from reading this.... it's that GOOOOOD🤭

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀-𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍?

bunni: i’m in hakkai brainrot lemme alone :) [edit] OKAY LISTEN I- I HAD A THOUGHT AND THIS HAS PROBABLY BEEN DONE BEFORE B-BUT JUST THE THOUGHT OF TAKA N KAI IS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 basically mitsuya gives kai “visual guidance” on how to please you…..

❥ FT HAKKAI & MITSUYA

cw: pet names (not a lot, use of pretty girl), f! reader, cucking, voyeurism, masturbation (hakkai), fingering, cliffhanger (my readmore don’t work 😔)

hakkai adores you, wants to make sure everything given to you is made to perfection.

which is part of the reason why he’s watching as mitsuya kisses up the length of your neck, nipping and suckling at the skin as you whine from the pleasure. his tongue was so warm, his breathe causing you to squirm as his hands wandered your body, caressing and massaging all your hot spots.

the thing is hakkai was inexperienced when it came to things like this. he was clumsy and a little self conscious about what pleases you, and of course he could ya know….ask. but he was so embarrassed and thought the best thing to do was ask mitsuya for guidance.

guidance that your boyfriend was front row seat to as your soft mewls caused pressure to build in his pants. mitsuya playfully plucked at the waistband of your shorts, smirking down at your embarrassed expression. “can you take these off for us? wanna get a good look at you.” his voice was gentle and affirming. you slid the fabric off of you as he gestured for you to spread your legs, showing hakkai your panties coated in slick. “fuck…” he sighed as he adjusted himself the best he could.

mitsuya started rubbing you through the fabric, cooing for you to relax a bit. “alright kai, you don’t want to go straight for it. you wanna go nice and easy, right baby?” he massaged your clothed cunt as he sucked on your neck again, hakkai watching you slowly come undone as you got wetter and wetter, your panties soaked in your pleasure. it took everything in him not to pull his cock out, you looked so pretty in this state of ecstasy.

your panties were pulled to the side, folds slick and juicy as mitsuya spread them, hakkai in awe. “go on, show your boyfriend how wet and pretty you are down there. feels good?” you nodded as you looked over at hakkai, noticing his stiff posture and uncomfortably tight pants. he’s just…never seen you like this before, so vulnerable and soft, glossy eyes that screamed touch me more. his hand crept to his aching hard on, palming it as mitsuya started rubbing your clit in slow circles. “you got kai over there worked up, he’s just aching to be in this sloppy pussy.” his pace picked up as you whined for him to give you more, tossing your head back as he did just that. two fingers slipped into your entrance, curling and massaging your gooey walls.

“f-fuck you’re so wet…f-fuck!” hakkai sighed, unzipping his pants to ease the tightness in his pants, his cock visible. it sat pretty against his stomach, his hand pumping it a couple times as he watched. you bucked your hips around mitsuya’s fingers, the need to be full overwhelming you. his fingers rubbed against a certain sweet spot that made you cry out, tensing and pulsating around them.

you came, panting and feeling your high overwhelm you as mitsuya lulled you back down. hakkai wasn’t far behind, but he wanted to feel you just as much. “i can take over now, taka-chan. wanna feel my pretty girl c-clench around me…”

tr men + their kinks

ft, rindou , mitsuya, izana, baji

W; oversim, consensual somnophilia, shoe riding/ stepping mane idk i was just writing shit, dollifiction, mean dom baji & mitsuya face slapping izana amd mitsuyas might seem a lil noncon ish at first but i swear it's not 😭

rindou: oversim

he loves to spend hours between your legs, making you cry from coaxing orgasms out of you over and over, it's just something.. addictive about the way you taste gushing on his tongue for the 3rd time that night in can't help but get drunk of your sobs of "rinnie! feels so good please, please don't stop" and trembling of thighs desperate to taste your cum just one more time

izana: somnophilia

You are always so pretty when you sleep he just loves the way you look at peace the gentle rise and fall of your chest in your passed out state. and the way your tits are about fall out your tank top in the middle of the night so, you can blame him for sliding hand up your shirt pinching your nipples, watching them get hard before sliding his hands down pass your stomach on too your pretty pink panties not even bothering to pull them down simply moves them to the side fingers gently stroking your slit before easing a finger into your tight hole and even in your sleep, you start to get nice and wet for him

baji: shoe riding/stepping (?)

"Look at you, brat. You're humping my boot like a bitch in heat." he hissed out as his shoe squeaked quietly against the floor with each rut of your hips

you lean your head on his knee as tears well up in your eyes Baji is so mean, he knows you can't cum like this

"please kei m' sorry" you whimper he knows you need more, and he knows you'll take anything, any help "please what? I let you use my shoe to get off and you still need more?" he spits out removing his foot from under you to roughly pushing you down to step and rub the bottom of his shoes against your clit is this what you wanted mm?" He muttered to himself, rubbing harder watching you groan happily under him «fucking pain slut let's see how much you can take, yeah?"

mitsuya: dollifiction

Suya loves good girls like you girls who just lay there and take it whenever and wherever he wanted just like a good doll should you always let him dress you up nice and pretty right before he goes to work And you stay in the same place right where he leaves you. Just as he says good pretty dolls stay still and stoic and you know better then to disobey.

even when he comes home from a stressful day picking you up and throwing you on the bed not even thinking about prepping you for his big cock just rutting into your sweet cunt spitting cruel words at you and slapping you anytime you breathe to loudly or even slightly react to his thrust, but you don't mind, you take it all because you love being his favorite doll

i need some mitsuya smut in my life😭 someone should write pweees 🥺

mitsuya loves seeing your pussy. it’s so pink and plump, and when you’re wet, the erotic sheen of slick that dribbles down your lips is something else entirely that makes his dick twitch in his pants. he thinks your cunt is heavenly. he likes how it looks after he’s spit and licked all over it, easy but strong strokes of his tongue. he likes twirling the tip around your clit, feel it pulse under his touch.

he loves placing open mouthed kisses on your clit too. sometimes he makes a show of kissing your inner thighs and your pudgy lips before trailing to your clit. he loves keeping his eyes on your face to watch your expression because the way you fidget and twitch, eyes nervously darting everywhere but his is something endearing.

he likes making you cum over and over again because the sight of your sweet pussy all creamy and twitchy with cum is something delightful.

SHEEESH Ran is too fine 😮‍💨😩🌸

Hi! Can i please request some facesitting headcanons for Mikey, Chifuyu Mitsuya and Ran with a Fem s!o? Thank you 💕

hello!! thank you for requesting, i hope this doesn’t suck too much and you’ll like it! ❤️

facesitting with tokrev men (mikey, mitsuya, chifuyu, ran)

warnings: nsfw, minors DNI! title is pretty self explanatory. teasing, cumplay?, oral (f. receiving), coming untouched, soft sex, mutual masturbation, fem bodied reader

mikey

it kind of came out of nowhere. you were making out with him, stroking his brick-hard cock while he rubbed your sensitive clit. he liked eating you out but you had never sat on his face before. without a warning he suddenly slipped his upper body under your legs, grabbing your thighs and pulling your warm heat to his mouth. you barely had any time to register what was happening and just let out the loudest moan ever. he was now making out with your lower lips, his tongue dancing inside you, as his grip tightened on you, wanting your whole body weight to crush his face. needless to say, it took you only a few minutes before you came all over his face and he licked it all to not waste a single drop.

mitsuya

mitsuya is a service dom and knows you and your body extremely well. the thing is you’d always wanted to try face sitting, but were too shy and insecure for it. but mitsuya could tell, like the way you’d hesitantly hover his abs when you were on top of him. this one time, mitsuya didn’t let you listen to your thoughts and grabbed your thighs, pulling you to his face as you squealed in surprise. you were trying to tell him that you’d be too heavy or that he wouldn’t like it but he brushed your comments off by praising your body and peppering your thighs and lower area with kisses. eventually you let your desire control body and propped yourself on his face. you could hear mitsuya enjoy the taste of your pussy as he let out low moans, and swore to yourself to now sit on his face whenever the occasion would arise

chifuyu

you were the one who suggested it first. not that chifuyu did not want you to sit on his face, but he had been to shy to ask for it. so here you were, pussy hovering chifuyu’s face, his eyes looking at your parts like it was the best gift you’d ever given him. he didn’t even know where to start, his lips brushing the inside of your thighs, your lower lips and your clit. you whined, growing impatient for some tongue action, your hips slowly rocking on his face, his nose bumping your clit. chifuyu grabbed your ass and moved you faster, letting you know that you could use his face however you wanted. that night you came three times on his face, and noticed that he’d came too, just from the taste of your juices.

ran

oh this man is a menace. just like chifuyu, you’re the one who suggested it but ran just took it as an opportunity to tease you all day about it. he was, however, very excited about it, so as soon as you got home, he carried you to the bedroom, and asked you to sit on his face. you were a little embarrassed but did so. ran, being the little shit that he is, kept teasing you, giving long slow licks to your pussy and ignoring your clit, just to make you frustrated and hear you ask for more. this little game lasted for a little while, before you started grinding on his face to feel more. underneath you, you could hear and feel him laugh at how impatient you were, but he decided to let you use his face as your personal toy. after all this teasing, he made sure to make you come on his tongue, fingers and dick multiple times.

reblogs are highly appreciated!! 🥺 also feel free to send some requests my way

Silver Glint

Content Warnings: MDNI!! Dom!Character x Fem!Sub!Reader, LOTS of praise and degradation, Dacryphilia if you squint at baji's part, pre-established somnophilia for rindou, overstimulation, shower sex, and humilation, porn with no plot basically, this is so self insert its insane (see a/n at the end for context), not proof read, wrote it with my clit lowkey, SPREADING MY MONSTER HORSE COCK BAJI AGENDA!

Baji

Good luck keeping this menace AWAY from your titties

Always has to grab them claims they are good for stress relief

Call him old fashioned but this man's favorite position is missionary, whether it be watching your boobs bounce due to the force of his thrusts, to him rubbing your already sensitive nipples with his calloused hands and rough fingertips, or leaning down to nibble, suck, and lick at you 

You’re always a whiney, sniffly, teary eyed mess when he reaches inside you fully, making you turn into putty in his big hands that are creeping their way to toy with your piercing. Your moans are bouncing and echoing off the walls as he speeds up, going deeper and filling you to the hilt each time. You can't think or breathe- or do anything other than take what he is giving you. “Hnghh- Hah K-Keisuke, s-so big, so mmph- deep” your moans turn into whimpers as he abuses the spongy spot inside you. He couldn't help but leave trails of feather light kisses against your neck, in stark contrast to when he gets to your chest and leaves long lasting bite marks and hickies. “Yeah? C'mon be a good girl and fuck- s-squeezin me so tight baby” he cuts himself off when you clench around him because of the praise, “cum on whats yours pretty girl, yeah fuck there you go” he grunts out more praise while you reach your peak, watching closely  as your eyes cross. “Im gonna fuck you dumber on this dick- shit I love these tits” he groans as he leans down to swirl his tongue against your nipple. Ran

 LOOOOOVESS marking your chest up (and basically the rest of your body but especially your tits) 

 Everyone has to know that you belong to him and only him

 His favorite way to tease and rile you up is to start palming you through your shirt, kneading and lightly pinching at your nipples to hear you whine and get all worked up

You’re making Ran and yourself morning tea when you feel his warm hands snake their way around your waist as he leans his head down to lightly kiss your forehead. “G’mornin baby” he grumbles out in his deep morning voice, making you rub your thighs together. You almost feel bad for getting horny this fast because Ran notices every time. “Mmm? Somethin on your mind baby?” you can feel his breath fan across your neck, giving you goosebumps as he teases you. He wastes no time kneading his rough hands at your tits that were currently covered by his dress shirt. “Love it when you get all needy like this in the morning, ‘specially when you wear my shit- fuck” you can feel his length pressing against your lower back as he slightly grinds his hips against you. You close your eyes and whimper against the feeling of his hands when suddenly the stimulation is gone. You were about to argue when you felt him lifting you above his broad shoulder with ease, walking back into your shared bedroom. “I'm gonna take all the time that I need with you baby, s’ just us today, you're mine sweetheart” he rambled playfully with his rough voice, lightly tossing you on the bed. 

Rindou

 Doesn't matter if you're big or small, this man is a ‘tits’ guy through and mfing through! 

 Sleeps on your chest which he claims is heaven on earth, ends up having a wet dream about you and he wakes up to find you peacefully snoring away

 Rindou decides if his sleep shall be disrupted with the filthy images he conjured up in his mind about you, then it has to be the same for you

Rindou awakes with his heart beating rapidly in his chest, as his hair sticks to his forehead, only to remove the covers off himself to see a big wet sticky patch in the middle of his boxers. Shit, he thinks as he looks over at your peacefully sleeping form, his only next thought being fuck it, as he lightly lifts the cover off you as well, careful not to wake you. Knowing you weren't wearing a bra because he was sleeping soundly on your chest before he was rudely awakened by vulgar pornographic thoughts of you. The reminder of his dream shot blood straight into his dick. Equally as carefully he lifts your shirt and palms his growing hard on. Holy shit. No panties either. You truly were something else, he thinks, tracing feather light shapes onto your thighs, wanting to pull a reaction out of you in your unconscious state. Like an angel he thought, you hummed against his teasing. He traces his pointer finger on the inside of your thighs and you tremble against him. He decides on pinching slightly at your nipple and tapping lightly on your clit, and in your slumber, he still manages to pull little sounds outta you. God- Rindou thinks you're the cutest lil’ thing when you lean into his touches and whimper, you were his angel he thought, only his. 

Sanzu

 Be warned, once he finds out/ his first time seeing your piercings, this man goes absolutely feral for you

 He’s standing, and has you pinned against the wall with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as his strong arms hold your legs up while he's absolutely drilling in you, and you just have to take it all, grabbing at the back of his neck and tangling your fingers in his the strands of pink hair

 He is absolutely zoned in on your boobs that are moving due to his thrusts while your own body betrays you and trembles in his hold,  from just how many times he made you cum

Its agonizing almost, how your legs are bent at a awkward angle to fit your boyfriend between your legs so he can fuck you, against your wall, over and over and over again, giving you no break time in between cumming all over his abdomen. You've lost track of how many orgasms he's pulled out of you- and at this point, you’re sure you've caused a small puddle of cum mixed with his own, to drip underneath you. “Fuuuuck '' he draws out “I can’t- hah- s-stop, you feel so good”, he growls in front of you, lulling his head back for a moment before speeding up making you squeal in pleasure. “C-Cant hah- fuck H-Haru please” your cries making the man exasperated. He was so lucky to have you all pretty like this, all fucked dumb for him, by him. “But pretty girl, look at how much this pussy loves me. Just shit- ngh- say you needed me like this- needed my fu-hah cock like this” he groans, “I think you have a few more in you princess”.  

Draken 

 When he find out about his angel sent from heaven girlfriend has nipple piercings he is absolutely SHOCKED to say the least, unconvinced by you when you told him

 You? Who wouldn't even hurt a fly? With a piercing, let alone nipple piercings?!

 Doesn't believe you, so you take it in your hands (literally) to prove it to him, as you lift your shirt, and flash him in all your glory

He ends his shift early and fucks you right then and there in the garage 

No one could have prepared Draken for today's events. He hadn't even been clocked in for too long to process the roller coaster of emotions you just put him through- confusion, denial and then shock, which is why you are in your current predicament, cheek pressed against the door to the small storage room in Draken and Inui’s motorshop. “Hah- fuck hun’ never realized my sweet girlfriend was a whore” he laughs at you. “Ngh- Mmph- n-not a whore” you whined before he grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing your back to knock against his chest as he slowed his thrusts to flip you around. “Yeah baby? Lemme look at you” too embarrassed to gaze back at him, you covered your face with both hands and he quickly grabs them to pin them above you, resuming his deep strokes. “Dont get shy on me now hun, let Inui hear how much of a hngh- whore you are, imagine what he’d think of sweet little ditzy you if he saw these.” He lets one hand trail to your tits so he can rub your nipples against his rough fingertips. 

Mikey

 No one can convince me that he isn't a ‘boob’ kinda guy like Rindou

 This man has absolutely no shame, doesn't care if he is in a meeting, he needs to be motorboated, Riding his bike? He doesn't care if he crashes, it'll be fine as long as he's got his head in the center of your tits, you're busy taking a shower? Don't worry! Mikey doesn't care he will hop in and do as he always does, put his head between your piercings that he can't get enough of

You've got your arms wrapped around his neck while he leaves hickies and bite marks on your chest, one hand toying and pinching your clit the other massaging your boob. “J-Jiro I need more” you whine as he sweeps his tongue against yours before pulling away. “Mmm, I hear ya sweet thing, you just gotta beg” he whispers lowly in your ear as the warm water hits you both. “Ngh- Manjiro c’mon” you whine and plead with him to give you what you want, this only makes him slow down to your dismay. “Beg”. You both knew he wasn't asking, he was demanding. Feeling the need to cum, you obey him. “M-Manjiro, please- please just fuck me Ah- please?” you beg, hoping he will listen to you, and to your relief he obliged, lining up his cock to your awaiting walls. Mitsuya 

 He’s a gentleman, or at least he tries to be

 But everytime he sees you bouncing on top of him, chasing your high, he cant help but get a little mean :((

 nibbles and tugs on them while he’s degrading you

You hardly see this side of him- the side of him that thrives off of humiliating you.  “Lookin’ like a bitch in heat- fuck- look at you baby, look at you ridin my cock like a whore” he laughs cruelly at your tear striken wobbly lipped face. “Aww c’mon baby, we both know you love this more than anything” he coos at you grabbing your hips and fucking himself much, much, deeper into you.

A/n: Im pullin an all nighter to finish some hw and shit and ended up writing fanfiction but anyways, as yall can probably tell, nipple piercings had to with this fic, thats cuz im getting mine in 6 days 😭, im so fucking nervous but excited, i needed to write this to hype myself up lowkey! wish me luck and feel free to leave constructive critism in the comments <3 thank you for reading :)

╭──────────────────✎

╰─▗ ▘➤𖥸 kissing your wounds

꒰ risa's note ꒱ if i could reset my memory and watch tokyo revengers again then i would do it for SURE so a fic for my bby mitsuya ^^

PAIRING: mitsuya takashi x female reader (established relation)

SUMMARY: your boyfriend comes home after a fight and you patch him up while scolding him

WARNINGS: fluff, beautiful mitsuya (yes that's a warning), not proof read

your eyes kept stealing glances at the clock hung over the giant ass tv in your living room, your seated on the couch a book in your, reading so you could distract yourself from worrying over your boyfriend who had been gone since evening, you were getting drowsy by each passing second and the pitter patter of the rain was music to your ears, you sighed for nth time and went back to reading trying to immerse yourself in it when your ears picked up the sound of the front door opening.

you jumped off the couch to nag his ears off "where have you bee- omg" your words got caught up in your throat upon seeing his state, completely drenched in rain, lips busted, knuckles and cheeks bleeding and if you payed close attention his forehead was bleeding too, his lavender hair were soaked with blood as well as his clothes "hey hey it's ok , i am ok half of this blood is not even mine it's takemitchy's you know how he gets"

he stood there sheepishly fiddling with his fingers as he waited for your outburst but it never came, you went near him and cupped his face in your hands making sure to not graze his injuries and connected your guys forehead, letting a breath of relief out upon your action mitsuya also sighed and melted away in your hold, your warm hands against his cold cheeks "i believe you, just let's just patch you up real quick hmm" he nodded in your hold.

you told him to take a shower quickly to rinse off the blood and rain water while you took care of clothes and made him hot chocolate and heated up some food for him, the warm water felt heaven but hell at the same time on his body his sore muscles finally being relaxed and his body heating up while his injuries were starting to hurt and itch so he washed himself quickly and got dressed in the warm clothes you left for him, stepping out of the bathroom he was greeted with warm food and hot coco on the dining table but you weren't in sight so he guessed that you were in the laundry room.

after tending to his clothes you went out and grabbed the med kit from the bathroom and headed in the direction of the kitchen, upon entering you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend completely devouring the food and drink "you must be starving hmm" he nodded to your answer mouth too stuffed to talk, after he was finished you asked him to remain seated so you tend to his wounds, you let out a breath of relief upon seeing that they were not too serious and will recover in time.

"so who was it this time? Valhalla?" "yep some of the ex members decided to jump me and chifuyu just as we were leaving our gang meeting ouch baby please be gentle" you mumbled a sorry as you accidentally pushed a bit hard on his cheek, his pout was too adorable to ignore so you pecked his lips to compensate your mistake "nah do it properly you have injured me gravely mam" oh his dramatic ass, but you could be dramatic too "fine if that's the case then mend your wounds yourself i won't do it" you pretended to withdraw your hand from his cheek and jump of the counter you were sitting on.

"alright alright fine" he placed both of his arms on the counter around you to stop you from leaving and pushed his face more close to you so you could continue your work but you noticed how his eyes weren't trained on you as they were before but were glancing sideways, and his lips were in a more bigger pout (making you feel guilty), so you decided to hurry up patching him so you could shower his face with kisses.

after you were done you jumped off the counter and decided to put away the kit while he made his way to your guys shared bedroom, when you entered the room you were greeted with mitsuya cutely cuddled in the warm blankets only his lavender hair showing fork under the covers, but you know he was sulking as he didn't called out for you when he heard you entering the room as he always did (my pouty baby). you climbed up the bed and sat over him not completely putting your weight on him but just hovering over "suyaaa~ are you sulking?" and suddenly you were shoved off him and landed on your side of bed while he was climbing over your body you broke out in a fit of chuckles as you saw his face red with embarrassment as he always hated it when you pointed out that he was sulking.

"then why were you hiding from me?" "because you don't love me anymore" he mumbled with his face cuddled in your neck as you stroked his hair and back "and who said I hated you huh I could never baby I was just playing with you" "then kiss me" he removed his face from you neck and planted his lips on yours, both of your lips moulding together perfectly, pulling away after sometime you started to peck his nose, his eyes, forehead, cheekbones, cheeks, chin (making sure of his wounds) and then finally a soft peck on his lips summarizing your love for him "there now satisfied you baby"

his cheeks were glowing red not from embarrassment but from shyness, nodding to your words he climbed off you and nuzzled his face in your chest breathing in your familiar scent, hands going around your waist while you own took their place in his hair and around his shoulders and both drifted away to dreamland while holding each other close.

yes even I can write fluff ;)))))

𝕻𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖔𝖜𝖓 (one-shot)

(𝑴𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥,𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱,𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐦𝐟𝐚𝐨...

༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐៚༒࿐

The music was loud and your head was spinning.You were stumbling around,trying to use any nearby furniture as a support to prevent yourself from falling down.The intoxicated substance in your blood wasn't helping much either,like you thought it would.

Colorful led lights were blinding your already worn out vision and made it hard for you to see the exit door of the nightclub.You harshly bumped into someone and nearly fell down if it wasn't for that person who grabbed you just in time.

"I'm sorry.I didn't see you.Are you okay?"he said.

You looked up at him and was about to give him a snarky response,but when you looked at his grey eyes,you felt your heart skip a bit.The noisy and toxic environment of the club was suddenly tuned out and you felt yourself lost inside the boy's beautiful silver eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

"Hello?Do you hear me?"the boy in question waved his hands infront of you.

"Mhmm...sowwy...."you said,sheepishly.

The boy laughed at your cuteness.The way he was acting seemed like he too was drunk,but not as much as your depressed ass.

"It's okay.My name is Mitsuya."the silver haired boy said wrapping his arms around your waist,which caused your short tight dress to lift from a few centimetres.

The cold air slapped your lower body and you felt a tingling feeling inside your belly.

"Mine is Y/N."you said,wrapping your arms around Mitsuya's neck and rubbing your body against his hard chest.

Mitsuya's eye lit up when you returned his flirty action,a killer smirk slowly appearing on his handsome face as he felt his pants tightening by the seconds that passed since he "accidentally" bumped into you.

"You wanna hang out.....somewhere?"he smirked,his hands making their way to grab your ass.

"Where?"you asked,while rubbing your knee on his perceptible boner.

Mitsuya approached your ear and whispered,

"Pound Town".

You didn't expect Pound Town to be on Mitsuya's bike,back pressed against his toned body while he's been fucking your abused pussy for a good while now. You don't understand how his bike has been able to withstand both of your weights including all of those violent shakes that it was receiving but it made it easier for you to appreciate the pleasure Mitsuya was giving you,without worrying about anything else.

"A-argh....you're going to be a good girl- shit- a good girl for daddy and- fuck you're so tight- and you're gonna cum on his dick for the 4th time,okay?"your man was panting,within each thrust.

"Mitsu-...I c-can't!!!"you said,feeling your limbs numb.

Mitsuya quickly pulled out of you and harshly swung you so your back was pressed against the cold seat of his bike.He grabbed your jaw and looked at you,

"Hey baby,"he said in a deep voice,"If you've got the guts to get me this wild,you've got the guts to cum more than twice."

And so he grabbed your neck and savagely thrusted into your ass,while shoving two of his long fingers inside your tight pussy overloaded with his hot cum from the previous pounding sessions.Your body fell numb from the overstimulation.

But you couldn't ignore the twirl inside your lower abdomen.

"I'm gonna...gon-"you couldn't end up your sentence when you felt your toes curled up while you came for the last time.

Mitsuya let out a loud grunt,as he too,reached his climax and released hot thick ropes of cum inside of you.

He pulled out and after wiping himself and your cunt with some tissue paper,you both fixed your clothes.He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you passionately,under the moonlight.

After the hot kiss,he looked at you.

"Damn,that was the best sex I've ever had"he said,blushing.

Your cheeks reddened,

"Same here.No one has ever made me feel that good."

Mitsuya smiled,

"You know....Uhm.Well you're really cute and I was wondering if we could maybe,hang out some more and get to know each other."he looked nervous.

"OF COURSE!!uh I mean..yes sure,why not?"you hid your embarrassed face.

Mitsuya giggled and made you properly sit on his bike,behind him,while he started the engine and drove away.

"Also, sorry I went a bit too overboard earlier,hehe," Mitsuya chuckled,nervously scratching his nape, "didn't even pull out."

You smiled while wrapping your arms around his body and rested your head on his back.

"It's okay.Good thing you were wearing a condom."

You laughed,alongside Mitsuya,who didn't know how to tell you that he didn't bring any protection.