𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊

It’s midnight already.

One more shot is chugged down in an instant, the familiar burning heat that spikes the roof of your mouth and down the line of your esophagus leaves you almost breathless.

You’ve lost count of how many shots you’ve drunk— not that you really care. The only reason why you’re currently swallowing down the last drink out of the many others now empty and placed on the messy table, is because you have nothing better to do.

The fact that you only got dragged into this school reunion party thrown by heaven only knows who, should be enough to justify why you’re so bored.

Aren’t parties supposed to be fun? Yet you’re still so fucking bored.

Sure, you’ve reunited with people you forgot even existed, caught up with each other’s daily lives and current social status for the sake of having a conversation, but that’s all.

On top of that, the memory of your high school days still leaves a bitter feeling inside of you. You wouldn’t have considered showing up if your friends didn’t practically drag you along.

You’re sitting on a shabby couch, barely making out a few words of Yuzuha's discourse. You watch your long-time friend emphasize with gestures as she attempts to raise her voice higher than the loud and chaotic music echoing through the giant speakers.

“Hah?” Senju yells beside you, expression contorted into pure confusion, “The fuck did ya say?”

Yuzuha groans. This time, loud enough to reach your ears.

She leans closer to the two of you, “I was saying,” she starts, “We should wait for Hakkai and the others before playing.”

You give her a bored look. You have no idea— nor you remember who these ‘others’ are supposed to be. And frankly, you don’t care.

Ever since you graduated from high school, Yuzuha and Senju were the only people you’ve kept in touch with almost every day, which only resulted with the two forcing you to show up at this reunion party you don’t give a flying fuck about.

Your saturday night has gone to waste to even care about anything else when you should’ve just went to your favorite club and got yourself involved in more thrilling events.

Not in this huge mansion full of people you never thought you’d meet again. They’re taking up the entire place, not even a single corner of the house is found empty and you feel too observed while sitting on one of the many couches.

You lean back on your seat before noticing a sudden wave of excitement rushing through the crowd, your surroundings getting more lively.

It seems like the reactions are given due to the main door opening and showing other guests that have crashed the party halfway through.

Your eyes widen, feeling like you’ve sobered up a little when you catch a glimpse of a familiar, tall figure passing by the doorway.

There’s no way you could ever forget that soothing demeanour, that incomparable silver fox hair.

You feel a knot building up in your stomach as you watch him follow the others through the hallway, flashing a smile to everyone greeting him.

“There they are!” your friend waves at his group, inviting them over to your table.

You immediately recognize Hakkai beside him, accompanied by Draken and Takemichi. They’ve all changed for how many years have passed, the sudden memories spent with each one of them flash before your eyes.

And then you look at him.

You take a look at his manly features— his hair is styled differently as it’s now laid back and thick and you can’t help but think that after all these years he still looks as attractive as ever.

The way his eyes widen the second he reaches your table, tells you that he’s as surprised as you are.

“Hey.”

The timbre of your voice echoes through his ears, loud and clear, giving him a sudden feeling of nostalgia.

He wonders how he should greet you, it’s been years since he has last seen you.

He still remembers your face, surprised at how much you’ve changed. He notices that you no longer wear the same amount of make-up as before, your doe eyes adorned with mascara give you a matured look, showing him a totally different version of the girl he dated back in high school.

“Hey,” he finally greets you, smiling widely, “It’s been a while.”

He sits right beside you, paying no mind to his surroundings anymore.

“It sure has,” you nod, licking your lips, “How have you been?”

Before he can even respond, another familiar figure appears from behind, interrupting your conversation, “Hey, doll. Remember me?” Hakkai.

He wraps his arm around Mitsuya, flashing a grin at the two of you, “What’re ya up to?” he continues, “Getting back together with my buddy?”

The man in front of you slaps his arm away, glaring at him. “Just catching up on stuff,” you reply, smiling at him.

“Sounds great,” you hear Draken say from the other side, “So, shall we start playing our favorite game?” he points at the empty soda bottle on the table.

It all feels like you’re back in your high school days now.

Just with a tremendously, attractive ex boyfriend you haven’t talked to in two years, sitting beside you.

Mitsuya is convinced that he has moved on from you.

He knows how deep the wound he left in your heart the moment he decided to put an end to your relationship, is.

He was still part of Toman; after all those incidents you had gone through because of him there was no point in being together if it meant you getting hurt and suffering.

Toman was more important for Mitsuya back then. You were good for him, but he valued both of your futures and he knew that you deserved a better path for yourself.

He left you heartbroken, to say the least.

But now, you’re quite over being the shy type around him. You have enough confidence to look at him straight in the eyes, flashing the purest smiles.

You just look so goddamn gorgeous tonight, it makes his heart skip a beat each time.

“I’ll spin first!” Yuzuha announces with excitement, leaning closer to the table, “Nobody here is dating, right?”

There it is, the famous question you used to ask before playing Spin the Bottle.

Everyone turns around to look at Takemichi who apologizes in embarrassment.

You hand everyone a drink while waiting for Yuzuha to spin the bottle. The night has gotten even more lively— the led lights of the club caress Mitsuya’s face.

You feel him staring at you curiously, but you try to pay it no mind as your friend finally starts the game.

The bottle spins fast. It brings you back to those times you had to kiss Mitsuya multiple times— you can barely even remember the taste of his lips now.

The empty bottle of soda stops, pointing at Hakkai. He’s grinning widely, joking about how he wouldn’t hesitate to make out with Draken if the next spin landed on him, earning a smack from the latter.

You almost forgot how close you all used to be back in high school.

It was always those silly games that brought your friendship closer— yet right now, after things have completely changed starting from your break up with Mitsuya, you wonder how they aren’t feeling as awkward as you are.

You’re too absorbed in your own thoughts to even realize that Yuzuha has spinned the bottle again.

And it stopped in your direction.

Hakkai raises an eyebrow in anticipation, patting on his lap, “Take all your time, doll.”

This kind of phrase wouldn’t have such an impact on you if it was said by a fifteen years old Hakkai. You would’ve laughed at him instead.

But you’re in front of a grown up, attractive man, inviting you on his lap so you can kiss him.

You gulp as you get up from your seat wordlessly, but someone beside you grabs your wrist. “I don’t think she should do this,” Mitsuya intervenes, “She’s drunk.”

Everyone falls into silence at his words, just looking at each other.

You raise an eyebrow in confusion, “But I’m not drunk?” you defend yourself.

“Yeah, dude, let her go,” Hakkai raises his voice, “It’s just a kiss.”

Mitsuya sighs deeply, “She’s drunk,” he repeats, looking at you in the eyes.

Something in those dark irises show you his true intentions, which you do not take for granted.

You lean over his body and he catches a glimpse of your breasts from up close, your adorable dress making it hard for him to divert his gaze.

“Then, would you mind taking me home, Takashi?” the way his name rolls off your tongue makes him shiver in an instant.

A malicious grin is plastered across your face, having decided to play the same game as him.

He nods, holding your hand, “Sure.”

Mitsuya still remembers the first time he laid his eyes on you.

You looked gorgeous, like an angel in disguise if he wanted it to be specifically romantic.

As a high school student you were responsible and kind-hearted, there wasn’t a single doubt why he was so head over heels for you.

However, things are different now.

It feels like you’ve become someone who can make him feel like he has changed as well, after all these years.

He knows he shouldn’t be looking at your bare thighs, dress barely covering your skin.

But there’s just something so damn attractive about you tonight that he can’t take his eyes off you.

He doesn’t regret the break up. But now that he has found the right path of his life, he hopes he can reconnect with you, again.

Mitsuya opens the door of his car, inviting you inside the backseat.

He’s about to close the door as soon as you get inside, but he freezes the second he feels your leg between his.

“Takashi…” you groan, eyes flying open to look at him, face sparkling under the moonlight.

Fuck.

You’re stroking his crotch area, glancing at him, “What do you think about me now?”

Mitsuya feels like he’s going to explode. It’s crazy how your compelling aura can engulf him in an instant, and it’s all new to him. The two of you are no longer high school kids.

“I think you’re absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous,” he breathes, “You always have been.”

He’s hard, you can tell. Mitsuya catches a glimpse of your sly smile in the darkness of his car as you grab his collar to drag him inside.

There aren’t any exchanged words as Mitsuya hovers over your body, closing the door behind him.

The backseat is too narrow, but none of you are complaining because you find yourself wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer, breath hitting against each other’s skin.

And before you know it, Mitsuya has his arms wrapped around you, kissing you.

It’s a sloppy kiss, giving priority to the desire you’ve been craving for ever since you saw him tonight.

He parts your lips with his tongue, tasting the familiar flavor of alcohol left on your mouth. The man above you stops from kissing you, pulling away.

“I’m fine, I promise,” you reassure him.

There’s a concerned look in his eyes, unable to trust your words.

“I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow,” he whispers, cupping your cheeks.

You smile at him, placing your hands on top of his.

“I’ve changed, Mitsuya,” there’s a pang in his chest at those announced words, “I don’t need to think about tomorrow if I want you right now.”

You leave a trace of wet kisses all over his neck and collarbone in an attempt to persuade him through actions. He looks as dreamy as ever, even on top of you.

You’re sure you convinced him enough as he wastes no time finally undressing you, throwing your dress in the passenger seat.

“Holy fuck,” he curses.

A chuckle leaves your lips, “Still as bold as ever, Takashi.”

He gives you no reply, trailing his fingers down your thighs.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he mutters to himself, biting on your skin.

He’s gone completely enthralled by your whole presence, there’s no way he could ever stop himself.

You grab his chin to raise his head, “Look at me.”

“I am,” he replies, “You’re as beautiful as ever.”

“Do you have somebody else you use these phrases on?” you smile, hands grabbing his shirt and unbuttoning it.

He shakes his head, “Only you.”

It’s about time he starts kissing you again. He groans into your mouth when you grind your hips against his a few times, enough to make him hard.

“Baby,” the pet name rolls off his tongue impulsively, wrapping his arms around your naked body, “I think I need to prep you first.”

You gasp in surprise at the feeling of Mitsuya’s finger pushing inside your wet cunt easily. He doesn’t waste time urging a second, and a third finger, watching you whine as you swallow and squeeze them tightly at each thrust.

In no time, your body is twitching and you’re whining beneath him. Mitsuya keeps himself busy with your tits, sucking your hard nipples, glancing at you as he twirls his tongue around them, leaving a trail of saliva over your cleavage.

His thumb rests over your clit, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. He’s keeping you stretched out, cunt soaking with your own slick before you reach your orgasm.

Your walls are clenching around Mitsuya’s fingers, feeling him rub his fingertips into your sensitive spot.

As your legs tremble, you grab his hand. The look you’re giving him makes him feel numb all over, electricity sparking all over his body.

“Takashi..” you whine desperately, “Just fuck me already. I can take it all.”

“I know you can, angel,” he mutters, pecking your lips, “Eager, are we?”

He doesn’t complain though, grabbing your hips. You feel his cock slipping between your thighs as he helps you adjust your position.

You look over and your eyes widen as you reach down to touch him.

Mitsuya smirks triumphantly at your reaction, caressing your hair as he watches you wrap your fingers around his shaft.

It’s too thick, you can barely hold it wholly— its head is bigger than your own hand.

“Your cock.. ‘S all going to fit inside me, Takashi…” you mutter, smiling at him.

Mitsuya is taken aback by your words, having never heard anyone say something like that with so much confidence before.

“Yes, pretty,” he replies, feeling the urge to just keep you in his arms forever, “You’ll take me all.. Like a good girl.”

You nod obediently, positioning his shaft between your slick lips. Your legs are still shaking, yet you gather enough courage to bring its thick head into your stretched hole.

You hear Mitsuya groan, grabbing both of your legs. You feel him slide easily, rubbing against your walls each time he pushes deeper.

“Ah.. You feel so good,” Mitsuya moans out, “Just like I expected.”

His words leave a thump in your chest and you clench around him instinctively, crying at the heavenly feeling of his cock splitting you open.

“Takashi I—” you wrap your legs around his waist, biting your lip, “It’s so big..”

“Baby,” he coos at you, kissing your forehead, “It's alright.. You can take it all, right?"

You nod, and Mitsuya rolls his hips against yours, allowing his cock deeper into your pussy.

His car has gotten way too small now, your bodies drenched in sweat and the limited possibility of him thrusting faster without breaking something is nearly driving him insane.

“You’re fucking me so good, Mitsuya..” you cry, grasping his biceps. You glance at him, realizing that he’s been staring at you this whole time.

He’s giving you one of those sweet smiles— those of pure love. He kisses the tip of your nose, ramming his cock faster into you, his car shaking at each sharp movement.

“Fuck,” he groans as he starts to hit one spot that has you gasp in pleasure, head thrown back and tongue lolling out of your mouth, “I’m just so fuckin' in love with you.”

The two of you let his words float into the thick air— desperate to reach your orgasms as you move your hips against his to get more friction.

“Right there, Mitsuya,” you sob, wrapping your arms around him, “Don’t stop— It feels so good!”

Your moans urge him to hit your sensitive spots even deeper. You can feel the head of his cock growing thicker inside your walls, pushing in and out of you like his life depends on it.

Then it hits you all at once, creaming all over his cock as you reach your climax. Mitsuya pulls away before cumming all over your stomach, panting heavily.

“Fuck,” you hear him curse once again. You glance at him, trying to clean you up but in vain.

You hold his hands tightly, caressing them, “What’s the matter?”

“I’ve always wanted you to be my first.”

And to think that your night would end up like this— maybe you should start attending reunion parties more often.