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. 

There’s never been a way to make lilac look so cold, but the look in his eyes teeters his very thin line between comforting and terrifying. He watches you walk through the door, toe off your shoes, and drop your bag and keys on the counter once you clear the front hallway. “H-Hi Taka..”

“Hi sweetheart,” He hums, sitting up in his seat as he takes you in. “C’mere.”

“You look really good today, baby!” Taka swears he can heart your heartbeat from the other side of the room. “I forgot to tell you this morning.”

“Thank you, now can you come overe here, please?” He’s patting the seat beside him and it slows your heart rate just the faintest bit. So he’s not livid.

Every footstep feels like it echoes as you cross the room to take a seat beside him. Takashi doesn’t even let you feel the sofa cushions beneath you before he has you bent over his lap. Your skirt’s flipped up, his warm and rough hands caressing your exposed cheeks.

“You know what you did, right love?” You offer nothing more than a whimper, fighting your brain to string the words together.

“I…I didn’t do anything wrong,” You mutter, earning a harsh slap as Takashi shakes his head in disapproval. “I don’t think I did!”

He chuckles as he spanks your ass sore. It’s one cheek after the other, soothing caresses inbetween to keep you from writhing and getting too skiddish in his lap. “How about we ask the man that stayed hung over your shoulder, hm? Y’think he knows what you did wrong baby?”

He’s never been one for being absorbed by jealousy, but possession has always been a staple for him. Takashi’ll be damned before he lets some half-assed, useless cuck speak a syllable to you—let alone, keep his hand splayed on the small of your back like he saw this evening.

“B-but it wasn’t my fault, sir!”

“Aw, I know baby,” Taka coos, fingers skimming over the soaked center of your panties. “But, you felt him touching you and didn’t stop him…right?”

He knew by the increase of your sniffles that he was right. You knew he was right. You didn’t make any immediate objection to that stranger’s hands on you and now you’re suffering from the consequences of your actions or his rather.

“I’m so-sorry,” You squeak, body trembling when Takashi’s fingers slip into your pussy with ease, rubbing over your g-spot with precision. “I won’t do it again! I promise!”

okay but listen, after continuously fooling around he would realize there was more than just sexual tension between you

after one of your little rendezvous he would get quiet, making you raise a brow at him

bby would blush, asking you out on a date which you happily accepted, since you know, you had deep feelings for him

the date would be amazing, he'd take you to one of his favorite restaurants, making easy conversation as if you've been together for years

would hold your hand, locking his fingers with yours as you walked the streets, smiling at everything you said

he would kiss you so sweetly at the end after bringing you home, holding your chin with his fingers as his lips moved against yours so perfectly you couldn't help but moan

so you'd drag him into your place, and he'd literally make such sweet fucking love to you before you both truly confessed how you felt about eachother

you don't even get a chance to do anything else though, because before you know it there's a hand gripping you hair and forcing you to look up. lavender orbs stared down at you with a look of disgust

"you dirty little whore. didn't i tell you not to try anything when i'm the studio?" you were going to nod, but his eyes were growing darker and you knew better than to not give the designer a verbal a response. "so you knew and chose to ignore that one simple rule?" he starts; letting go of your hair and immediately connecting an open palm to your cheek.

"i'm sorry—" your words were cut off by another slap, but from the other direction. unfortunately for you a moan had to leave your dirty lips which made mitsuya's twist in anger. he crouched down to your level. just staring you in the eyes. your core was already beginning to grow wet from arousal because of that predator gaze. oh god, the fear of not knowing what he would do to you had your thighs quivering in anticipation.

after a long moment of waiting, mitsuya takes a stand while showing off his signature grin. "did you truly believe i was going to give you whatever the fuck you were planning? cute." he shuffled around to organize his things back onto his desk properly, reaching out a hand to help you up. you were still in such a daze from his actions before that you didn't even realize what was happening until it was done. a gasp was all you could utter as the male pushed you out of his studio. "mitsuya wait!"

the door shut in your face. right as you turned your back to start walking home his voice shouted out;

"i suggest you go home and prepare for this punishment that's coming your way, love."

“Just a little… I had to make this fit,” you explain, holding the tail in your hands.

Mitsuya takes another look at you. His eyes go from your grey cat ears, to the pink collar with a little bell you wear proudly. The lace on the lingerie set he made for you looks— no. You’re the one that’s making it look good. Mitsuya really doubts it would look this good on anyone else but you. Your thigh highs press your legs just enough so he can see a bit of pudge on top of them, and before he knows, he’s setting his hands on them.

“You’re a really pretty kitten,” he exhales with a smile. Your eyes perk up, watching him caress your legs. His hands go up, reaching your ass, and he gives it a good squeeze. “A perfect one.”

He looks up, and you notice the change in his gaze— a lot more dominant and asserting than before.

“Get on the bed.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Mitsuya watches as you crawl on the bed on all fours, your tail swinging as you get comfortable. You end up kneeling on the bed, your back arched as you rest on your forearms. Turning your head at him, your playful smile invites him over, and soon you feel your boyfriend’s weight on the mattress.

“Shit,” he sighs, taking a look at your ass, only covered by a flimsy lace and that fucking cat tail holding onto your plug proudly. His lips fall on your ass, leaving kisses on your exposed skin as his hands gently squeeze it.

You let out a pleasured sigh, wiggling your hips just a little. It’s when Mitsuya presses his lips against your clothed cunt that you gasp, a choked out moan betraying you. You feel him hooking his fingers on the hem of your lacy panties before slowly pulling them down.

“So wet already— what a good kitten you are,” Mitsuya muses, his lips ghosting over your folds. A moan escapes your lips when he gives you a long lick, humming against you.

Mitsuya has always been about giving pleasure rather than receiving. That’s what prompted you to dress yourself up in the first place, trying to do something just for him. Although, you would lie if you didn’t say this whole play wasn’t turning you on as well.

He gently sucks on your clit and you whine, closing your fists on the sheets underneath you. Not pulling away, he spread your ass cheeks further, burying his face even more on your cunt. His tongue was probing against your entrance, making your eyes roll as you softly humped his face, needing more of him.

Suddenly, you felt Mitsuya grabbing the bottom of your cat tail, softly twisting it, successfully gyrating the plug inside of you. His tongue never stops moving as he gently pushes and pulls the plug, without completely taking it off. You felt your legs faltering at the combined stimulation. It slid inside of you easily thanks to the lube you had used to place it beforehand.

His other hand massaged your ass as he ate you out, completely enamoured with the moans he was provoking on you. He loved the way you trembled, loved how you were dripping down your thighs, grinding on his face in search of more pleasure. He felt your muscles tensing under his touch and how you were moving faster and faster, so he pulled away.

It was selfish, maybe a little bit. But he really wanted to feel you come around his cock.

Carefully, Mitsuya eased you into laying on your side. As you got comfortable, he got rid of his sweatpants and underwear, tossing them to the floor as he laid behind you. He slid one arm between the mattress and your body, holding you close while the other caressed your leg.

“You really do look beautiful like this,” he commented, leaving soft kisses on your neck. “Thank you.”

You turned your head to kiss him on the lips and, as he kissed you back, he slowly started pushing himself inside. He swallowed each of your moans as he bottomed out, groaning as he felt you stretching out for him.

For you, it was different from all the times before. Having the plug inside, you had never felt so full, yet it was something you were going to try again, because when Mitsuya started thrusting against you, you felt your eyes rolling back, the pleasure clouding your mind quickly.

You laid your head on the pillow, eyes closed and lips parted as you whimpered with every thrust of Mitsuya. He lifted your leg and he kept moving, feeling how tight you were around him. Every time he thought of you fucking yourself with that cute little plug, his cock twitched, and the snap of his hips was a little rougher.

With his other hand, he grabbed one of your breasts and started massaging it gently. He slid his fingers under the lace, taking your nipple between his fingers and rolling it gently, giving it a few small tugs. He loved to take you like this, feeling so close and being able to touch your entire body as he pleased.

“Fuck, baby— you drive me crazy,” he mumbled against your neck. His lips made contact with the collar, the little bell ringing each time his hips thrusted against yours. “What did I do to have such a pretty kitty like you, huh?” he asked, giving your breast a squeeze.

His words went straight to your core, and you found yourself meeting his thrusts, feeling him even deeper than before. You knew you were not going to last like this, not with all the sweet praises your boyfriend was whispering against your skin.

“Lift your leg for me, yes?” he asked. Without a second thought, you did as told, holding your thigh open for him.

With his newly freed hand, Mitsuya started rubbing gentle circles around your clit. You cried out at the sensation, turning your head slightly to muffle your moan on the pillow. Mitsuya felt you practically sucking him in, and paired with the way you were breaking down for him, ever so beautiful, was also driving him close to his edge.

You came first, body shaking with the force of your orgasm as you whimpered. Mitsuya left one, two, many kisses on your cheek, whispering soft praises about how good you were for him, how good you felt, and, of course, what a good kitten you were.

As you started catching your breath, you noticed you could still feel Mitsuya’s pulsating cock inside of you, as he did his best to maintain a slow pace as you rode out your orgasm. You turned your head to him, hazy eyes and cheeks burning, and took one moment to realize how utterly beautiful he was. His dishevelled, two-coloured hair paired up nicely with the bright pink of his cheeks, his features so perfect you felt your heart jumping each time you looked at him after loving each other.

“Takashi,” you whispered. He hummed, his eyes locking on yours. “Want you to come inside— want you to fuck me like this.”

It was truly amazing how you could feel him twitching inside of you. After a soft ‘okay’ and a kiss to your temple, Mitsuya restarted his previous pace, pushing your thighs together as he held your hip tightly. Even if he had taken his time pleasuring you, a part of your brain loved the way he was almost using your body to come, moving your hips just as he wanted.

That was everything you had wished for.

Soon, Mitsuya came inside of you, burying his face on the crook of your neck as he moaned. You felt him pulsing inside as he coated your walls inside. The warmth irradiated your body as he held onto you for dear life, his body still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” he chuckled breathlessly, before kissing your jaw. You smiled and turned your head around, loving the fucked-out expression of your boyfriend as he looked at you.

“Does that mean the kitty costume can come back?”

takashi mitsuya is not like the other frat boys. no— he’s much different. but what can you tell, when he blends in so easily with the rest, and the alcohol has taken over your sense of judgement?

music is blaring in your ears, making your chest thump with the sound that resonates across the floor and leaves your feet vibrating along with it. your head is dizzy— taken over by the alcohol you’ve consumed nearly by the bottle at this point, and nothing much can stop you from overstepping your own boundaries to get what you want.

your feet stumble over each other, hands trailing along the wall for support as you push yourself through clusters of people, alcohol searching for your next victim of your drunk ramblings until you stumble over the stature of takashi himself.

“woah there” he laughs, extending his arms to break your fall. his grip on your arm is gentle and soft, and his eyes reflect the motions of his body as he dips his head to make sure you’re even conscious. when you smile back at him sheepishly, his frown eases and he leans back against the wall, focus now drawn to you as you sway before him. “you good?” he asks.

nodding, you blink heavy, and rest against the wall for support. “m’good” you slur, eyes closing a little too long for mitsuya’s comfort. he glances around, eyeing the other members of the fraternity snaking girls away in their grasp— cornering them until the only way out is to engage in their alcohol driven antics.

“how much have you had to drink? and what?” he asks, knowing you’d barely know the answer. when you shrug, he only shakes his head and laughed, extending his arm to you and motioning you to grab on. “lets get you a little more sober, yeah?” you frown, but the alcohol coursing through your veins making you feel as if you’re stuck on top of a trembling ferris wheel forces you to oblige, feeling the weight of the world around you suddenly settling on your shoulders.

there isn’t much that’s clear as mitsuya pulls you down the hallway, grabbing a bottle of water and a towel from the kitchen on his way as he sneaks you into a bedroom that looks clean, and tidy. a guest room, you assumed. with careful motions, he guides you to the edge of the bed, sitting you down and reaching to close and lock the door behind him.

in any case you would be concerned, being pulled into a bedroom, drunk at a party, only to have the door locked behind you. but something about the way mitsuya held onto your hand, and the way he eased you down to the mattress where you sat didn’t trigger the same fight or flight reactions that any other frat boy would. mitsuya, was different.

“a little risky being so drunk, and alone at that. don’t you think?” he asks, pouring a small amount of the water onto the towel and handing the rest to you. you shrug, gulping the water as if you had never had a drop in your life. mitsuya folds the towel into a rectangle, handing it to you and guiding your hand to press it against your forehead. you frown, looking up at him as if he were crazy, but mitsuya only laughs, and pulls up a stool from the desk behind him to sit in front of you. his voice is sweet, and filled with care. something so unusual for the environment— something you would take advantage of while it lasted.

“what’s this gonna do” you ask, eyes crossing as you look up at the towel you have pressed against your head.

“helps you feel more present, I guess.” his chin rests in his hands as he speaks, watching you like a hawk making sure your consciousness remains present. “it’s always worked for me”

you shrug, taking another gulp of water until only droplets remain. a frown crosses your expression once again, but mitsuya is ready with his hand extended, another bottle placed in his palm.

the change in environment combined with mitsuya’s offerings has shifted your demeanour, focusing your mind as the alcohol slowly starts to wear down. the high that comes with tipsiness recedes bit by bit, and the tingle in your brain begins to drain as the familiar feeling of sobriety itches at the back of your conscience.

“thanks” you mumble between sips, crackling the plastic bottle between your fingers.

“no problem” he hums, smiling sweetly at you. “I’m mitsuya, takashi if you prefer”

his hand is extended, awaiting your contact and you briefly oblige, humming your name through a barrier of water and mitsuya smiles.

“what makes you so special?” you ask, composure slowly rising once again. “you don’t give me frat boy vibes, so what gives?”

mitsuya chuckles. special. the word alone brings a familiar heat to his cheeks.

“hm. well, if you want me to be like the rest of them, I surely can. I do live with them, afterall” you raise an eyebrow, hinting at your inquisition and the desire for him to continue.

“go on then, show me your very best impression” you lean back on your hands, watching him expectantly.

mitsuya clears his throat, letting his face fall to that of a serious expression as he shakes his shoulders to get into character. standing up, he shifts to sit beside you as strands of purple hair falls in front of his eyes that are shaded with a look you can’t tell is serious or not. his hand reaches to graze your hair, tracing the shape of your ear as he trails it down to the nape of your neck where he holds you steady. anticipation swells in your throat, knotting your muscles and making your shoulders tense at the contact. surely he’s joking— you did ask him to show you. but something about the way his eyes pierce your skin, and the way his fingertips press against your neck makes you doubt yourself, and your composure is challenged. perhaps it was the lingering effects of the alcohol, or perhaps it was the immense desire and desperation that had fuelled your escapade from the very start. regardless of the reason, you squeezed your thighs together, hesitant to submit to his gaze. your eyes dart to his lips as his tongue drags across them. they seem to glisten in the dim lights of the room, and they look so soft. so kissable. mitsuya notices your enchantment, watching the way you body reacts to his touch, seeking his own high from your response alone.

“pretty girls like you deserve better than a place like his” he hums, bringing his other hand to your mouth as he brushes across your lips with his thumb. shivers travel up your spine, making your chest burst with butterflies and suddenly that familiar tingle of your mind returns— except this time it’s not from the alcohol. your lips part to speak, but no words come out. only a breath you hold in, waiting for his next move.

the thrill and excitement that has taken over mitsuya quickly resides to a deep sense of desire, and a lust that fuels his mind and moves his body without much thought. his hand is already on your thigh, pushing dangerously close to the hem of your skirt that has traveled up your thigh in the heat of the moment.

“nobody here could ever treat you right” he hummed, moving his hand from the back of your neck to prop your chin up. his eyes are deep, and filled with a passion that only worked to solidify the doubt you had that this was really just an act. “want me to show you what you deserve?” you nod, eyes glossy and wide as a smirk takes control of his features. before you have time to think, mitsuya’s lips are pressed against yours in a kiss that is as sloppy as it is passionate. his body seems to roll into yours, moving with the rhythm of the music that hums against the walls from the surrounding rooms, and he’s already got you pinned to the bed, your head resting against the mattress as his hand pushes between your thighs and grazes over your cloth-covered clit that aches with desperation at the contact.

mitsuya works fast. his cock is already hard in his hand, the fabric of his pants no longer a worry as he ruts his hips into you, and the ache of his cock seems to flood your body as he slips your panties aside and presses his length against your clit. a whimper falls from your lips— gets trapped in the crook of his neck where your face resides, arms wrapped around his torso as your body begs him for more, hips bucking up against him and ankles wrapping around the back of his thighs.

“that’s it— fuck” he groans, collecting your slick with the tip of his cock as he teases your cunt with his length. “tell me you want it”

your voice translates only to whispers against the shell of his ear as your breath becomes shallow and hitched— waiting desperately to feel him inside of you. “please takashi— wanna feel you”

mitsuya drops his head, steadying himself with his hand as he guides his cock inside you, inch by inch. he’s slow and gentle, moving with the response of your body as you take him deeper and deeper. he stops when you whimper, feeling the way your walls tighten around him, and pushes further when you ease up, paying mind to your body as if he had known it like the back of his hand. the thickness of his cock within your tight walls makes your head spin and your core tense, but mitsuya’s hand that grips your waist seems to ground you, keeping you held against the mattress forced to take him the best you could.

“thats it, just like that— shit” he whispers, rolling his hips in slow circles inside you until your head is pressed against the bed and your lips part in a moan. in a swift motion his shirt is unbuttoned, letting your hands explore his body as he picks up speed fucking into you for his pleasure now. the closer your hand trails down his torso the more he moans, losing control of his composure and submitting himself to your body as he thrusts deeper, and harder with each stroke. the room is filled with a chorus of whimpers and moans as he grasps your body for stability, finding deeper levels of pleasure watching your eyes roll back in your head the deeper he thrusts. “so fucking tight, you’re like a fucking angel” his words come in what feels like a chuckle, and his head feels light, detached almost, like he’s in another dimension lost in the clamp of your cunt that only seems to get tighter and tighter. and with every curse and groan that sweetens the taste of your pleasure comes the inevitable flutter of your walls around him, enveloping him in warmth and constriction as he struggles to move inside you.

“if you keep doin’ that I’m gonna cum” he mumbles, withholding his moans alongside the pleasure pooling at his core.

no matter how hard you try, words don’t form— they can’t, not when your mouth is preoccupied with his lips pressed to yours, parting only for sharp breaths and gasps for air between you. your moans spill past his lips, filling him with the type of desire that makes him want to keep himself inside of you for as long as he can manage, but the closer he pushes you to the edge, the harder it is for him to contain himself.

“can’t help it” you whine, gripping his back as your nails dig into his skin. mitsuya groans, feeling himself unravelling bit by bit the harder he fucks you. he’s hanging on by a thread, pleasure colouring his vision as his cock stretches your walls and begs to feel you cum around him. your clit throbs— tingles with the sensation of his cock filling you up and you begin to feel yourself start to tense as your body seizes and the hints of your high knock your head back against the mattress again with a whimpered moan that has mitsuya in a chokehold. he groans when the sound of your pleasure fills the room, taking pride in the fact that it’s his cock making you feel this way.

“fuck, good girl, j-just like that— jesus” mitsuya’s arms buckle underneath him, and his body falters as his hips stutter and struggle to keep their pace. his chest is pressed to yours now, breaths heavy as his strokes become deeper and driven by the chase of his pleasure. “wanna feel you cum around my cock” he moans, breath kissing your ear making you shiver. mitsuya brings his forehead to yours, eyes squeezed shut as skin presses against skin and his cock aches and throbs inside you. the comfort of his hand that has now entwined itself with yours is the catalyst of your climax, unraveling the cords tugging in your mind until you’re stuttering and whimpering against the cage of his body as your vision colours white and pleasure courses through your veins faster than the adrenaline that follows. mitsuya can barely keep himself together as your walls tighten around him, rewarding him with the sound of your moans against his lips as you carry him to the edge of his own pleasure, your body allowing him to jolt and seize as his cock leaks spurts of warm cum inside you. his grip on your hand relaxes, returning to the gentle kindness that comes to easy to him and the motions of his hips slow to a gentle pace as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper inside you. he has no rationality in this moment, consumed only by the euphoric high your body brings him as his mind slowly returns to the grounded state he lost to you so easily. his gaze wanders across your torso, skimming your features and falling on your face, fucked out and lustrous just the way he likes it.

“you look so pretty when you cum” he mumbles, hips reduced to a halt as he lowers himself down to your chest once again. “I told you— pretty girls like you deserve better”

and even in this moment, you’re still not sure if it’s an act, or not.

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