I don't know. Ok? I just don't. I started watching this damn show again and I get sucked in every single time. I love them all and I can't help it and I don't care.
CW: Alcohol, slutty dancing, strip-club vibes, lap dance, sexual tension, suggestive grinding, language.
Your bachelorette party had been going exactly as planned—too many shots, screaming laughter, tiaras askew, and a veil clipped into your hair that kept slipping no matter how many times your friends fixed it. You were just tipsy enough to bask in it, cheeks pink, dress riding up your thighs, champagne flute sloshing in your hand.
Somewhere across town, you knew, Draken was out with the boys for his bachelor party. You’d teased him about behaving, and he’d grinned that grin you’d grown to trust, kissed you, promised he’d be “boring.”
Boring, huh?
The door slammed open.
“Surprise, ladies!” Baji’s voice carried through the suite, wild grin splitting his face, shirt already halfway undone.
Of course it was his idea.
The rest trailed in behind him—Mikey with that lazy smirk, Mitsuya looking put-upon but secretly amused, Takemichi flushed before anything even happened, and Draken himself, rubbing the back of his neck like he regretted letting Baji talk him into this.
The DJ—the big fat traitor—flipped the track into something slow, dark, filthy.
“Dance for us!” a bridesmaid shrieked.
And just like that, the room caught fire.
**Mikey: The Silent Tease**
Mikey went first. Naturally.
He didn’t rush—just rolled his shoulders, tugged his jacket off, and let his hips sway in lazy circles that made every woman lean forward without meaning to. His hand toyed with his belt buckle, thumb teasing the leather loose.
“MI-KEY! MI-KEY!” the chant started.
He dropped low, ground up again, obscene and deliberate. One lazy hip roll and the heavy outline in his dark jeans was impossible to ignore.
**Draken: The Bachelor’s Gift**
You should’ve expected it, but when the girls shoved a chair into the center and pushed you into it, veil bouncing, you squealed in shock.
“Lap dance! Lap dance!”
Draken looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor. “Hell no,” he muttered, but Mitsuya’s smirk said coward, and the bridesmaids weren’t taking no for an answer.
So he sighed, then flashed that smirk that always made your knees weak.
The bass rattled. He stalked toward you, planted his large hands on the chair arms, leaning in so close you could smell his cologne.
“M'girl ready?” he murmured, just for you.
And then his hips rolled down against yours.
Thick cock pressing hard against tan trousers, dragging along your thigh until you gasped. He dropped low between your knees, thrusting up like he was fucking the music itself, then rose again, slow grind dragging every inch against you.
Bills rained. The girls screamed. Heat burned through you until tears of arousal pricked your eyes, threatening to slide down your flushed cheeks.
When he caged you in, lips brushing your ear, voice low and filthy, your whole body jolted. You were already trembling when he pulled back, smirking, sweat shining over the dragon tattoo curling down his skin.
Your fiancé. Your Draken. Making the room lose their minds with a lap dance you’d never forget.
**Takemichi: Crybaby Hero**
“TA-KE-MI-CHI!”
The poor baby turned crimson instantly, shaking his head, but they shoved him in anyway. He gave a nervous shuffle, laugh breaking high, until—suddenly—he grabbed a chair, straddled it backwards, and ground forward.
Awkward. Clumsy. Somehow devastating.
By the time he bucked his hips, denim pulled tight over his lap, the bridesmaids were howling. The innocence cracking open into something filthy was hotter than anyone expected—Takemichi included.
**Mitsuya: The Refusal**
“I don’t dance.” Mitsuya stayed leaned against the bar, arms crossed, smirk knowing.
That refusal made it worse. The women stared, imagining.
One bridesmaid tried to slip a bill into his pocket; he caught her wrist, leaned in close.
“I said ... I don’t dance,” he murmured, low, smooth. “But find me later.”
She nearly dropped her drink.
**Baji: The Hurricane**
And then came the storm.
Baji ripped his shirt off completely, chest gleaming, hair wild as he leapt onto a table. He ground down so hard a glass tipped, hand shoved against his cock through his jeans.
“Who’s ready?” he growled, dragging a chair forward and caging a bridesmaid beneath him. His hips slammed, tongue out, sweat dripping, and she moaned loud enough to drown out the music.
Money everywhere—bills plastered to his chest, sliding down his abs. He fed on it, feral, wild, every thrust reckless. When he dropped into splits and rolled his hips again, the thick outline of his cock bulged shamelessly against black pants, the crowd screaming his name like he was a rockstar.
By the time the song ended, he stood on the table arms wide, drenched in sweat and glory, while the room shook apart beneath him.
*The Aftermath*
The suite was wrecked—perfume and booze in the air, lipstick smeared, hair damp with sweat, cash littering the floor.
Mikey smirked from the shadows, predator lazy and smug.
Draken leaned back in the chair, you trembling in his lap, veil crooked, thighs pressed tight. Eyes still wide.
Takemichi sat dazed, red-faced, gripping the chair like he couldn’t believe himself.
Mitsuya sipped his drink, calm and cruel, eyes glittering.
And Baji—half-naked, dripping, triumphant—stood shirtless on the table, cock straining, money pouring down like he’d just claimed the world.
And the women? Ruined. But also? Fixed.
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Author's Note: My first request. This could have gone so many different ways, and so I was a bit clueless at first as to what I wanted it to be like. In these cases I just write. And if I'm happy with it I keep it and tweak it. If not it gets trashed. I hope it's up to your expectations. Don't forget to like, reblog, follow, and comment likes/dislikes:) -xo
PS. His kink in this is rough overstimulation;)
PPS. I posted, despite not having read over it. I will edit once my brain has rested.
I slowly pushed open the heavy door leading to the isolation booth in the recording studio, "Mikey?" He had disappeared earlier from the boys lunch break only to text me to come find him in the recording studio. I left the room with the other three giving me odd looks.
"Michael?" I stepped into the small room, "You in here?" Looking around I saw that nothing was out of place. The guitars were in their stands or cases and the microphones exactly where they had left them earlier, but there was no sign of Michael. I heard the door shut behind me and the click of the lock. I whipped around expecting to see a stranger, but it was only Michael with that stupid grin on his face.
"Did I scare you?" He laughed giddily, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead. I thumped his chest with my fist, "Don't do that, you asshole." I said it with as much anger as I could muster despite hiding my face in his chest and falling further into his embrace.
"I'm sorry, babe," His chin came to rest on the top of my head, and we stood for a moment in silence just soaking in each other's presence, "I've missed you." He whispered into my hair.
I bit my lip, "I've missed you too, Mikey," and leaned forward onto my toes to kiss him. It was slow and teasing, but short. I pulled away and could tell that I had flustered him.
"You know," His voice a notch lower than before, "this room is soundproof." Michael's hands gradually slide from around my waist to my ass. My heart jumped at what he was insinuating.
"Michael! The others are right down the hall!" I whispered frantically even though I knew no one but Michael could hear me.
"It doesn't matter." He began to kiss at my neck, "You can scream as loud as you want. No one will hear." Before I could protest any further, his hand had slipped under my shirt. The brush of his fingers against my flesh left me tingling, and I gasped, immediately responding the way he wanted me to. Michael's warm lips hummed behind my ear, amused, "I forgot how fucking sensitive you were."
"Shut up." I playfully swatted at his shoulder. Then out of no where, a switch flipped, and Michael's hands were roughly pushing me against the wall. I squeaked as my back hit the glass window looking out into the control room.
"I know you like it rough, babe," He growled as his hips met mine. I could feel his erection growing at an alarming rate as it pressed into my thigh. This side of Michael was alarming, but not one that I hadn't seen before. My pulse surged at the thought of what was to come, my core wet in anticipation.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," He promised me as his fingers pressed further into my skin. Huge hands groped at me through my top, gruffly grabbing my boobs and ass. I couldn't help but arch into his touch, especially as the tips of his fingers ghosted over my breasts. It left me breathless. My shirt was soon thrown off to the side, a hindrance to Michael's ministrations, and almost without my knowing as Michael's lips never seemed to leave my skin. His mouth found my naked flesh, nipping and licking at the skin right under my bra, his hands roughy pushing my breasts up, thumbs rubbing over the lacy fabric. I couldn't help but moan quietly, despite doing my best to control my voice. In turn, Michael ripped at my bra, tugging it down to give himself access to my breasts. His tongue flicked once over my nipple before his whole mouth covered me, suckling and leaving red marks wherever his lips met my skin for more than a couple of seconds. He pinched the other hard enough to make me cry out before mending it with his tongue and mouth, mixing pain and pleasure. My own fingers were tangled in his hair as I attempted to pull him closer to me. My center was throbbing now in need, and I couldn't help but grind my hips against his. This small movement elicited more than I had anticipated. Suddenly my shorts were ripped away from my body, the buttons popping off in different directions and the rip of the stitching. But the thought of having to buy another pair of shorts was pushed aside when two long fingers quickly pushed deep inside of me. I screamed his name, throwing my head back against the thick glass. Immediately my hips began to move against him, a slew of curse words rolling off my tongue as he fucked me with his hand. His face was mere inches away from mine, watching my every reaction.
"I wanna hear you scream again," Michael growled into my ear. I could only yelp in response as his fingers curled inside of me, touching a spot that sent sparks through out my body. He nibbled at my neck as a stretched and arched, feeling it all the way to my toes. His fingers slowly increasing sped, the knot in the bottom of my stomach growing simultaneously
"Mi-Mikey," I whined, "I'm so close." I began to move my hips harder against his hand. Michael, seeing that I was desperate to come, added a third finger, and I was coming undone before he had even pushed his fingers in me for the third time. Screaming and arching and writhing between him and the wall. He bit his lip as he watched my reaction, still pushing his fingers in and out of me, riding out the orgasm. As I was coming down from my high, I could vaguely hear Michael telling me, no commanding me.
"Two more. You're going to cum for me two more times before I'm done." He pulled his fingers out of me only to put them in his mouth. Watching me, watch him, he slowly pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a resounding pop and a smirk.
With that, he was at it again. Hands held my hips firmly against the wall as he knelt down between my legs. I tried to stand farther apart to give him as much access to my core as possible but he simply threw one leg over his shoulder. My breathing was still harsh as I looked down at him. He watched my reaction again, as he blew cool air against my hot, wet core.
"Fuck Michael. Just eat me already." I said through gritted teeth. He didn't need me to tell him more than once. His mouth covered me entirely, just as it did earlier over my breasts, and he sucked hard twice. Before his tongue was inside of me, lapping at my juices that spilled so eagerly for him. The knot was again forming low in my tummy, and I couldn't help but buck slightly into his mouth. He would moan and the vibrations would almost send me over the edge. He reached up with one hand to pinch my clit between his forefinger and thumb, rubbing at it furiously as his tongue continued to dance in and out of my folds. I was panting and rolling my hips into his mouth right before I came for the second time, and all over his mouth too. I was mortified, but Michael seemed unaffected by it and simply licked at his lips as he grinned up at you. Before the waves of pleasure had even left my body Michael had flipped me around, with my breasts pressed up against the cold glass, heightening my senses to an even greater degree. Damp fingers stroked the curve of my ass, and I could feel the tip of his member at my entrance.
"Michael, wh-" I cut myself off with a scream as Michael suddenly thrust into me. He pounded into me from behind, allowing me no time to adjust as my walls quickly tightened and rippled around his length, but I was already so wet that it didn't matter. I pushed back, meeting him each time as his hips slapped my ass, moaning and crying out his name in broken syllables. He grabbed my right leg behind my knee and lifted it up, suddenly his tip was touching my back wall with each thrust and I was cursing again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Michael gritted with each thrust as he chased down my third orgasm, "Cum for me, Y/N." As he reached around me to play with my clit again, I came. This last time being the hardest, and I shuddered as I felt his dick twitch inside of me before he fell over the edge as well. He did his best to ride out both of our orgasms, but after making me come three times he was tired. The sloppy sound of his thrusting, our ragged breathing, and the indisputable smell of sex were the only things thing that filled my senses. Finally we slid down to lean against the wall and each other, and Michael pulled out of me. He wrapped a lazy arm around me shoulder to hold me close.
"I recorded all that audio." He admitted.
"What?!" I quickly pushed myself up to look him in the eye, hoping that he was joking. He wasn't.
