— 歌舞伎町.

You’re at a party Chifuyu’s hosting in his apartment. The music’s loud like how everyone likes it, and the drinks keep coming. That’s where Draken gets a little worried. You’ve never been good with alcohol, and you have a painfully low tolerance too.

He watches from his spot on the couch as you sway and stumble around Mitsuya who’s laughing at you red-faced with hands that grab at your forearms and waist to steady you, but he also rubs at your skin and looks at you with wistful eyes.

“So remember that neighbor I told you about?” Chifuyu grumbles next to him.

“Yeah, the one who leaves sticky notes on your door in the morning, right?” Baji nurses a can of beer in his hand and raises it to his lips. “Didn’t you say she was some old grandma?”

“I think she is, but I can’t tell for sure because I’ve never seen her come out of her apartment. I think she’s a recluse, and I can’t do anything about her either because she’s friends with the landlord. The crabby bitch left another sticky note too, when Peh went to get more beer.” Chifuyu groans and goes on, but Draken’s eyes are focused on one thing.

Mitsuya watches you dance stupidly with a fond sheen to his eyes, glazed over and soft like Draken’s seen in movies, but Draken waits. He ignores the ugly twist of the green-eyed monster in his chest and waits.

Soon enough you look over at him with dreamy, glossed over eyes, a little plea swirling in your pupils.

He smiles and gets up.

“Draken? Where’re you going?”

Zipping up his jacket, he turns his back to the couch. “I’m going home. Think I drank too much. Got a migraine.”

“Take some Tylenol when you get home.” Chifuyu yells before he’s walking out, hand raised to let him know he heard.

You follow behind soon, ten minutes later. Given the chance when Mitsuya bumps into Hakkai, who starts talking up a storm about something mundane. Hakkai gets excited over the weirdest things when he’s drunk, but Draken appreciates that little trait tonight.

This always happens when you attend the same parties. You’ll have fun at first, drink and eat your fill, dance your heart out, chatter until your jaw grows tired, but once the mess and everyone in the room gets to you, the smell of sweat mixing with different perfumes and colognes, the stuffy air, and the loud music, you start wanting to flee.

Doesn’t matter where, but it does matter who you leave with, and that person is always Draken. Maybe it’s because you’re comfortable with him, or maybe it’s because you’re both in a physical relationship, but you always leave with Draken.

Never with anyone else.

You told him once while you were lying atop him, index finger tracing patterns on his pec, the both of you gleaming with sweat, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfortable with someone before. Not even my family get this same courtesy.”

“Are you trying to fucking tell me you have mommy and daddy issues?” He chuckled before you batted his chest lightly and made him wince.

“I’m being serious! People say this is like our personalities being compatible or something. Like mbti’s or just our zodiac signs.”

“Come on. You know stuff like that is bullshit.”

You hummed in thought. “I don’t think so. There’s a lot of strange things in the world, and sometimes, things don’t have an explanation for why they exist, or how they came to be.”

“You’re making me yawn. This is boring.”

You smiled a sweet little smile and propped your elbows on him, feet kicking at the air behind you, and you hummed again. Draken remembers thinking that he liked how the deep thrum reverberated throughout his body, how it made his dick twitch. He remembered thinking how ethereal you looked as your doe eyes shined with something playful and mischievous in them, hair splayed out around you, dim light of his apartment casting a halo atop your head.

Then your honey-smooth voice spoke, coquettish tilt to your lips. “I don’t know about that. Your heart’s beating faster, your dick is poking my thigh, and your eyes are dilated.” You poked at his chest with each word. “Did you know our pupils do that when they’re looking at something interesting?”

(They also do that when you look at something you love.)

Draken groaned and flipped you over, brushing past the tiny heartwarming moment the both of you were basking in, and he rubbed you underneath the hem of his shirt.

You moaned and he smirked. Draken didn’t need that skip of his heart or how it softened as he listened to you babble.

“Again? Ken, ‘m tired.”

The squelch of your hole when he rubbed at it was enough to tell him otherwise. “ But the pretty thing here seems like it could keep going. Isn’t that right?” He cooed as he slipped a finger in, your walls clenching on him immediately.

“See?”

You sighed. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

He pumped his dick and put another condom on. “You’re still here with me? Letting me fuck you? So am I really?”

Draken buries that memory in the back of his mind, your feet hurrying to meet him. He slows down his pace for you, and a breath of relief leaves your lips.

The others don’t know this of course. They don’t realize the both of you are gone until everyone else is starting to leave. They think the both of you left along with Inui, Koko, Kakuchou, Izana, or Muto. The only ones who really stay until the end are Chifuyu, Nahoya, Souya, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Kazutora, Baji, Mikey, Sanzu, Emma, Peh, Pah, Takemichi, and Hina by default.

“Let’s hang at your place.” That sweet smile is there again, your eyes curve trying to follow the lines of your mouth, and Draken nods, the twist of his heart earlier transforms into the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings.

Draken forgets why he was even annoyed in the first place.

After a few hours of lazy kisses and soft touches, a shower, dinner, and some downtime, Draken and you lay in his bed.

Sometimes, when the both of you are blissed out and gratified, your slumbering breaths on his neck, he can’t help but think that moments like these are nice. That maybe it isn’t bad for him to indulge in those heartwarming moments he thought were unecessary back then.

Draken likes smelling his shampoo wafting from your hair, likes feeling the steady beats of your heart on his ribs, where his heart resides beyond the skeletal cage following after you. He likes how warm and soft you feel next to him, and during more contemplations of what he likes about you, he falls asleep peacefully.

When you wake up the next morning, Draken reaches beside him to empty air, a slightly warm bedside that makes his heart spike, but then he hears clattering in his kitchen and it calms down again.

Jumping out of bed, he sees you clad in one of his shirts that swallow your form whole, whipping up eggs, two plates of toast on the dining table. A cup of milk is at one plate and an empty cup is at the other. Coffee beans grind in his brewer that he bought on your insistence.

The sun beams from his windows that are bare of curtains, which are currently tied-up. You’ve always had a particular way of dealing with curtains when you want some light in the house. Instead of pushing them aside like he does or anyone else that comes over, you tie them with a loop. You said that your parents always did that every morning for as long as you could remember so you’ve gotten into the habit of doing the same to brighten up your morning.

Your hips sway and you do a twirl, dancing to a tune he can’t hear, and you look a little ridiculous but endearing that Draken can’t help chuckling, throat a little scratchy from disuse.

His voice rumbles when he asks, “What are you doing?”

Your mellifluous hums stop mid-way and you turn around, bright grin on your face. “I’m making breakfast.”

Draken crosses his arms, the hard muscles of his biceps flex beneath his sleeves. “You can’t eat at home?”

“Ran out of eggs.” You go back to the pan and flip the cooking yolks like takoyaki balls, two chopsticks in hand, head leaned down a little too close that makes Draken’s hands itch to tug you back, eyes narrowed in concentration.

“Uh-huh, and last time you ran out of toast. Last week it was because you felt like having coffee that morning, then it was pancakes.”

“Okay, but breakfast tastes better when you eat together.”

His face grows warm. Draken liked that answer more than he thought.

He clears his throat and leaves for the bathroom. “Guess I’ll eat too.”

Your voice rises higher in excitement. “I think I’ll be done in 5 minutes!”

His lips quirk up, and his heart turns all mushy as he walks down the hallway, a little pep to his step.

Inui asks him why he’s so happy two hours later. Draken grumbled that he had a nice breakfast, but he wonders in the back of his mind if he looked that happy. You were right, eating food tastes nicer with other people, but the ones that Draken eats with are heathens.

Mikey always steals his food when they eat together, Mitsuya and Hakkai are too busy with their jobs to eat in peace, Inui often eats with Koko, and Draken doesn’t like how they both go to fancy restaurants with Koko’s money. He’s fine with simple food. Actually, he prefers homely Japanese food more, rice needs to be included. The three at the pet shop are messy eaters, so he’s gotten used to eating by himself.

But eating with you was enjoyable. Relaxing.

Conversation was light and easy, you gave enough time for yourself and him to eat without talking too much.

Finding out he liked it was kind of a surprise. It makes Draken think why didn’t he do that in the two months that you’ve had this relationship.

You were introduced to him through Mikey.

Apparently you saved him from a sticky situation when he was accused of dining and dashing. He forgot to bring his wallet, and the police were gonna be called since he couldn’t pay, but you stepped in to pay for him.

Mikey was so grateful that he’s stringed you along with them since.

Draken laughs remembering the first time you started hanging around. You were so awkward and quiet at first, timid to reach out because they were all good friends already and boisterous, but you were left alone with him waiting for the others to arrive during an evening drinking session that usually lasts until the wee hours of the morning.

You were more nervous than usual and he asked if you were okay. Some pleasantries later, Draken started talking to you about his memories with the others. Old, stupid, and sad stories, he told you all of them, and you started laughing with him.

“Now you’re laughing by yourself? That’s creepy, man.” Inui sighed and Draken nearly threw the wrench in his hand at the blonde bastard.

He shakes off his thoughts and refocuses on the task at hand.

The next month goes on as usual, you and him meet up when you’re free, and hangout mostly between yourselves, but towards the end of the month, you start canceling plans you made together and turning down invites from Draken.

He doesn’t question it, but he does realize there’s this void in his heart. However he doesn’t bother with that, chalks it up to him being lonely without his friends.

Another week of your withdrawals later, Mikey calls all of you for a drinking night during the weekend in the group chat.

Everyone agrees, even Mitsuya and Hakkai, and Draken remembers that spark of irritation he felt at the party last month because Mitsuya’s hanging around you again.

You’re just soaking up his attention, and why is he sitting next to you? Draken’s the one who usually takes that seat, not Mitsuya, and if anyone else did, you leave your seat to sit next to him after some time, but you barely talked to him tonight, or even gave him a glance.

The spark in his chest ignites into a growing flame.

He stops talking to the others, mouth pushing against his laced hands, narrowed eyes on you as he goes over all the previous days you’ve hung out, trying to recall if he made you angry somehow.

Draken’s eyes get a little darker when he realizes that there’s nothing he did that could’ve made you mad or annoyed. Why won’t you fucking talk to him?

His eyes get sharper as his fury spikes.

Then he turns his icy glare to Mitsuya, who turns his back to him. Mitsuya noticed. Draken knows he did. His shoulders tensed for just a second, raised a quarter inch before he turned his back. He probably knows why you’re acting like this too.

Draken’s jaw feels stiffer the longer he stares at you and Mitsuya, whispering into his ear, smiling sweetly at him as you laugh and pat his shoulders. Mitsuya’s molded to your side, cheeks just as red as that night and eyes just as shiny.

His teeth grind together when he sees Mitsuya place a hand at the back of your chair. His tongue clicks and he leans back, heaving a sigh when Mitsuya stopped you to gaze into your eyes.

Draken’s chest burns as Mitsuya leans closer. He thinks his supposed best friend is about to kiss you, his sex partner.

“What’s wrong, Ken-chin?”

He turns away from you both with a bitter taste in his mouth and replies to Mikey. “Nothing. Was thinkin’ what stupid shit you got yourself into.”

“Wha- I didn’t do anything!”

And the rest of the night continues on. Draken didn’t get to take you home or walk you to yours either that night.

Draken wakes up the next morning groggy and unhappy. Sitting up, he asks himself why he still feels horrible after getting a good night’s sleep, eating and drinking to his satisfaction, and getting to talk to his friends.

All his basic needs have been met, so what is he missing?

Draken’s arms cross. He thinks about you and Mitsuya last night, and the pain in his heart grows stronger, but he thinks it’s because he hasn’t had you to himself, not since two weeks ago.

Maybe he’s horny.

At the thought of you, his dick starts to twitch. He starts filling out his pants when he remembers your sweet moans, how you squirm and writhe beneath him in pleasure, the pretty arch of your back, and how you start drooling and crying and babbling when he fucks you good, dick too big for you to handle, but your tight walls always take him so well.

Yeah, that must be it.

He hurries out of bed to get ready. If you won’t take his calls, answer his texts, and push off his invitations, then he’ll just go to your house to get to you.

Driving the thirty minutes it takes to get there, his heart soars with every floor the elevator takes him past of your apartment complex, and it explodes when you answer the door.

“Draken?” You close your door a little. “What are you doing here?”

He takes a step closer to you, tall build casting a shadow over your face. “Did I do something?”

Your eyes blink slowly, lashes carefully fluttering down. “No? But why are you—”

“I think you added too much salt. The soup tastes so salty—oh.”

Mitsuya appears behind you, and Draken’s heart drops to his stomach. His blood runs cold. Why is Mitsuya with you. What are the two of you doing alone at your house?

You push Mitsuya back inside. “I’m sorry, Draken. I’m kinda busy right now. Let’s talk another time.” You close the door in his face, Draken too shocked for him to stop you.

He stands there for what he thinks must be thirty minutes, replaying what just happened in his head fifty times over, each time more infuriating and painful than the last.

A tiny fissure splinters his heart, but he sucks up the pain and leaves.

Inui greets him when he steps inside the shop twenty minutes later, only to flinch back when he turns to face Draken.

“Goddamn, man. You look like you’re gonna cause a homicide scene.”

Draken hums eerily calm and nonchalant as he takes off his coat. “Do I?”

He walks to the back room to change, and Inui follows after him, steps hesitant, and considerate to the obvious foul mood hanging over Draken’s face.

“Is something up? You know you can talk to me, right?”

Draken takes a seat on a small side chair nestled in a corner of the room, legs spread, hunched over, and elbows resting on his knees.

Inui leans against a locker.

He contemplates where to start before he opens his mouth. “Is it normal to get angry and sad after not seeing someone you’re sleeping with? Like it’s been a week or two since you’ve last slept with them.”

“You have a fuck buddy?” Inui’s eyes widen a bit. “Didn’t peg you for someone who’d do that. Thought you’d be one cheesy motherfucker.”

Draken glares at him, but continues on. “And they’ve been spending time with someone else. It’s bugging you and they keep avoiding you too.”

The room turns silent for a minute. “Draken, I think that means you like that person.”

He sits up, scowl slowly forming. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t be sleeping with them if I didn’t.”

“Are you fucking stupid?” Inui balks, and his voice grows heavy with exasperation. “You like like this person. You’re in love with them.”

Draken’s mouth drops open, mind whirring. When he thinks about Mitsuya and you earlier, he gets even angrier, and then an epiphany hits him. The party last month, and previous times he felt his heart flutter or grow steady around your presence, comfortable but also enamored.

He couldn’t place his finger on what he felt during those soft, serene moments, but he does now.

Oh. Draken’s eyes widen. He’s in love with you.

Inui’s voice sounds tired when he coaxes, “Yeah. Do you get it now?”

“Holy shit.” Draken brings a hand to his mouth. “Wha’do I do now?”

Inui sighs. “That’s up to you. Whether you date them, confess your love, or ignore it, that is your decision. But do you want to leave them be?”

Draken’s eyes turn to Inui.

“You said that they’ve been spending time with someone else, right? Doesn’t that mean they’re about to get asked out?”

The anger that’s been dwindling in his chest throughout these two weeks grows larger, it grows into a kindling flame.

“Fuck. That does.” His leg starts bouncing as his teeth start grinding.

“You should go talk to them.”

Draken looks up, Inui’s in front of him now.

“Don’t let them slip away. I’ve never seen you so happy and stupidly giddy before. If they make life that good for you, you should cherish them.” Inui’s lips raise a little in a minuscule smile, but it wobbles and looks so fragile, like it could shatter at the slightest touch, that Draken feels his heart grow heavier with the implications.

You’ll never find someone as good as that again, if you keep beating around the bush.

Draken shoots up and storms out of the room to put his coat back on, anticipation and determination thrums in his veins, makes his heart skyrocket in sheer thrill.

“Thanks, Inui. Can you—”

“Yeah. I’ll close the shop for you.”

Draken pushes the door open.

“Go take them back from Mitsuya.” Inui yells as Draken’s rushing to his car.

His hand pauses over the door handle, and he turns to him with bewildered eyes. “Inui, you—”

Inui waves, shit-eating grin on his face. “Good luck, moron.” He walks back inside.

Draken stands there for a minute taking in what just happened. Inui knew? He knew that Draken liked you? He knew that you’ve been seeing each other? Does everyone else know too?

The questions never cease, even when he’s inside his car. They bounce around his head, but he pushes them to the back of his mind as he texts you that he’s gonna be over in thirty minutes because he has something he wants to talk about.

He throws his phone over to the passenger seat and starts up the engine, but a text interrupts him. He reaches for his phone again, the device lighting up to show a message on his lock screen.

i came over to your house! figured it’d be easier for you to talk here, and i was close by anyway!

Draken sighs but a small smile lifts his cheeks and his muscles loosen from the tight hold he’s had them in since rushing out of the shop.

He starts the car in ‘drive’.

Unlocking his door ten minutes later, he toes off his shoes at the entrance and keeps an eye open in case you’re in the kitchen or watching TV, but the house is silent and dark, and Draken’s heart sinks wondering if something came up and you had to leave.

He trudges to his room with sorrowful steps before pausing when he hears your dulcet laughter through the door that’s open a crack.

Pushing open the door, he’s greeted to you looking up from your phone, soft smile curving your lips and his heart thuds loudly, skipping an extra beat.

“Had a hard day? You look exhausted, Ken.”

Draken doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to because you know him well enough to see the furrow in his brow, the sag of his back, the downturned angle of his face in an attempt to look strong.

It all crumbles in your presence.

You open your arms from your seat on his bed and Draken follows like a moth to a flame, like a sailor to a siren, like a lost soul to that blinding light at the end of the tunnel.

As he lays his head on your lap, arms wrapped around your waist, nestling his face into your stomach and breathing in the sweet fragrance of honey, you untangle his braid and card your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. Draken sinks into you, hums softly, just a tiny rumble that vibrates in your bones through the layers of skin and muscle, and as he revels in your comforting hold, his heart beats steadily in his chest again.

The tiny crack caused by that fissure yesterday disappears, and he’s reminded, persuaded now, that he really does love you.

He feels like he’s just come home after a very long and tiring day of milling around in a wild goose chase for something near and dear that he finally found again.

Inui’s right, He should make his move, you really do make him so much happier. The both of you are already good friends and have each other’s back.

There’s no harm in upping your relationship to dating—maybe sometime in the distant future, you’ll accept marrying him too. He likes the thought of coming home to you, likes thinking about lazy days  before this whole mess started, where you would laze around the house, maybe go shopping, or leave the house for outings that were really just dates.

He likes the idea of doing all of those sappy couple things with you, which is surprising because he’s not one for PDA or doing anything that would embrass him, and besides, he hates seeing Mitsuya hang around you so much.

As your soothing hands roam his head and back, Draken closes his eyes. He tells himself that he’s gonna make sure to bring you and Mitsuya up in a conversation soon, but for now, he lets himself relax in your hold.

When he opens his eyes again much later, hours later, he’s in bed. By himself. The birds are chirping, the sun peeks through his curtains, he’s tucked into the blanket, and you are nowhere in sight.

He nearly tears his hair out when a note from you rests on his nightstand.

you fell asleep on me! tucked you in and locked your door before I left! sweet dreams ken <3

So he fumbled his attempt yesterday, but he strengthens his resolve and gets ready, determined to try again today. However, he has some tasks to do before he can go to work, and before he can talk to you again

The streets are crowded.

There’s numerous restaurants that have their doors open as lines of customers dot the sides of the road. Other stores have people coming in and out in a frenzy. It’s a shame that the location of the mechanics shop Draken has to visit is in the same direction. Luckily, it’s resting just on the corner of this block.

As Draken makes his way farther down the street, albeit a little slow because people are walking this way and that in different directions, he sees you a meter in front of him. He locks his sight onto your smiling face and pushes past people, rushing to where you are, heart clamoring in his chest, small quirk of his lips slowly rising.

But then he sees Mitsuya grab ahold of your hand, and he stops dead in his tracks.

The person behind him crashes into a rigid back snd clicks their tongue, narrowed eyes looking up from their phone, but they hold their tongue and dart off at a glance at Draken’s eerie indifference.

People part from the street and walk around him because he doesn’t seem very pleasant at this moment, harsh glint to his dulled eyes, solemn thin line of his lips, and a tick in his jaw.

Draken does not look kind nor friendly.

As his knuckles turn white from a fist clenched too tight, the other digging into his front pocket, he makes a mental note to pay Mitsuya a visit after work.

Then he shifts his path to an alleyway that will eventually lead him to his destination, shade from the buildings casting shadows on his grim face.

(When Mitsuya turns the corner with you in tow, he shivers and brings a hand up to his nape, hairs standing on end. He feels like he’s being watched, but when he turns around, no one spares him a glance.)

An hour after Draken closed the shop, he shows up at Mitsuya’s apartment, knocking.

It only takes a minute for the man to answer, fluff of silver hair and black streaks peeking through an opening of the door. “Draken? What’re you doing here?”

“We need to talk. Can I come in?”

Mitsuya quirks a brow but opens his door wider. “Sure. Go ahead.”

He walks in, dead set on getting some answers, and as he takes off his shoes, Mitsuya places down spare house slippers for him before walking to the dining room. Taking a seat and sliding his fingers into the sidebar of a steaming cup of tea, he raises it to his lips and takes a sip.

Draken slowly walks inside, careful in his steps and cautious to the atmosphere. He strengthens his fear of hearing the three dreadful words, yes we’re dating.

He finally takes a seat at the table.

Another second passes where Mitsuya takes a longer sip before he gently places the cup down, faint clatter of the glass hitting wood.

“First of all, we are not dating.”

Draken’s mouth opens and closes like a fish. “How’d you know I was gonna bring them up? And I thought you two had something going on.”

Mitsuya chuckles. “Even you miss some things, Draken. You’re not as observant as you think.” He hums and raises his head, staring off into the ceiling. “Well actually, maybe not when it concerns you-know-who.”

Draken buries his head in his hands and groans. “Was I that obvious?”

“Everyone knew, even Takemichi, and that’s something.”

“So everyone knows?”

“Surprisingly, Mikey still hasn’t figured it out yet, and we’ve given him so many hints, and Peh and Pah as well as Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora have run their mouths many times.”

“Of course.” Draken inhales deeply and heaves back out, shoulders slouching to a comfortable height. “So why’re they spending so much time with you?”

His eyes narrow after a split second. “Wait. Are you trying to ask them out then?”

Mitsuya sighs and shakes his head. “No, I’m not. They asked for my help.”

Draken’s head tilts. “Help for what?”

Purple eyes shine as they curve into thin crescent moons. “I can’t tell you. I promised. A pinky promise nonetheless.”

Draken feels a light chuckle bubble in his chest. You’ve always been particular about pinky promises. Saying just the word isn’t enough. You bring the old, nostalgic tradition out when there’s a big deal you want to make.

He sighs again, but his chest feel lighter. “So you can’t tell me anything?”

“Yep.”

He crosses his arms and nods once. “Okay then.”

“But.”

That makes Draken’s head snap up.

“You can probably ask them about it. Should be done by now.”

Draken reaches for his phone, 10pm. He still has time.

“Why didn't you tell me earlier? I wasted time talking to you.” He stands up and runs to the entrance, hurriedly sliding into his shoes.

“You’re welcome.” Mitsuya drawls out, cup in hand again.

Draken rushes to his car once again, Mitsuya lives an hour and a half away from you, so he’ll get to your place around 11:30. As long as there’s no traffic or a sudden accident, he should be fine, and hopefully you don’t fall asleep. He feels like if you don’t talk today about what’s been going on between the both of you, your relationship will go towards a bad direction.

Pulling up your number, Draken is left on hold for two minutes before your voicemail plays. He sends a text and starts the car.

Throughout the whole ride, it never rang or dinged.

By the time he’s at your house, he’s out of breath after running up so many flights of stairs. Even the elevator wasn’t available when he came in, and Draken feels like the universe is trying to sabotage him. Why can’t he contact you?

He raps your door three times.

Silence answers him back, so he knocks a little louder. The door finally opens at the last knuckled tap.

“Hey, did something come up?”

You open your door wider for him to come inside, clad in a cool silk pajama set. The color’s ridiculous, a mix of purple and yellow. Tiny flower patterns that dot your sleeve and doesn’t look right doing it, but he feels so relieved seeing you that his arms open wide and snatch you in for a hug.

His head nuzzles into your hair that smells like your shampoo, heart heavy in his throat, mouth tongue tied.

You don’t say anything, but you rub his back, and he takes in a shuddered breath at how nice everything feels, you in his arms again, your soothing hands on him, your warm body pressed against his.

Draken realizes how pathetic he really is. Only one full day has gone by since he’s seen you, and he couldn’t take it. How’d he even survive the past two or three weeks?

“You wanna tell me what’s been going on with you?” Your sweet voice hums in his ear.

He jolts and pulls back, eyes narrowed into slits.

“Me?” Dark ebony eyes turn sharp and a scowl forms. Anger, that’s been kept at bay so far by his careful conscience, burn in his chest. “How about you, huh? What's wrong with you these days? Why won’t you see me anymore? Is there someone else?”

Finally, his hands cradle yours and his voice turns soft. “Why can’t you date me instead?”

Your brows furrow, eyes squinting in confusion, head tilting to the side a tiny bit. “I thought we were already dating?”

Draken pauses, hold losing its tight grip, wide-eyed and stupefied by your answer before a scowl forms. “Whaddya mean ‘you thought we were already dating?’ What made you think that?”

He corners you against the wall, arms caging you in, head leaned down towards you, voice lowering into a deep rumble. “When did we agree on this?”

Your eyes don’t waver, shimmering as they gaze up into his. “The night we got drunk and slept together.”

Draken leans back a bit, confusion heavy on his face. “Which time because that’s happened three times in total?”

“The first time. You kissed me before you fell asleep. Said that you loved me so much and never wanted to be apart again.”

Draken’s forehead creases as his eyes blink quizzically. Did he really say that?. “Was that really what happened?”

“Yeah!” Your smile looks so bright, voice cheery, confident, as you say, “You told me that you’ve loved me since the day we arrived at that restaurant the earliest and had to wait for the others.”

Draken tries to recall that day, but nothing comes up, except for the way his heart fluttered and soared from all the drinks and fun he had. Flickers of your smile and laugh light up in his head.

He remembered pausing mid-sentence, mouth partially open before it dropped shut, enigmatic hands that bounced everywhere retelling his memories dropped to his lap, then your pretty smile came up. He does remember thinking how different you looked, how cute your laugh was, and how magical you looked as the restaurant lights highlighted your face as he gazed at every shift of your face.

“I don’t remember.”

You sigh. “Yeah, I figured. You’re a forgetful drunk, Ken.”

“Why do you keep avoiding me then? And why’re you hanging around Mitsuya so much?”

Your mouth parts open, but nothing comes out, and you blink owlishly. “I’ve been, uh.” Then you sigh. “This is gonna ruin the surprise, but I’ve been working on something.”

That’s not what he was expecting.

“What is it?”

“I was preparing for our five month anniversary.”

That confusion from earlier comes back. “Why a five month anniversary? People usually celebrate the first month. Hell, even the first week.”

You scratch your neck. “The whole anniversary thing didn’t come to mind until this month.”

Draken sighs. So he’s been put through the back burner because you were forgetful. His heart calms in his chest again.

You giggle however. “Even you have your stupid moments too, Ken.” And you have the fucking audacity to laugh at his worries.

His jaw turns taught as his tongue glides along the sharp edges of his teeth. Draken hums. “That so?”

A brow quirks up and he pushes you over to your room, thin line of his lips raising into a feral grin. “You say that like you don’t go brainless on my cock every time we fuck.”

You sputter and whine. “Ken! Hold on. Wait. I was kidding.”

“Too late. The fucking damage’s been done.”

His dick flags his pants when you fall on your bed, laid so perfectly and pretty for him. Heart stuttering in his chest, flames of desire lick at his loins. Draken missed this.

“Shit. It’s been so long.” He breathes out. “Might end up fuckiin’ you the whole night.”

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draken fucking you from behind, doggy style, but instead of your ass up face down, it’s you lying completely on your stomach, legs straight and stretched out. draken is hovering above you, hugging his chest to your back. his elbows are on either side of your head and as usual, he’s caging you beneath him, slow rolls of his hips hitting into you just right, short of kissing you cervix probably a few centimeters above his current reach. you’ve been fucking for hours, so this is like him running on fumes. both of you have already cum many times, especially you, puddle of white cum pooling under you on the bedsheets, more splatters of it leaking out of your sloppy cunt contracting on draken’s dick that disappears and reappears in rings of white when he thrusts in and out.

his dick hurts a little from the oversensitivity and countless orgasms but that heavy pit of desire in his stomach has not scratched the surface iof his satisfaction yet, thus why he’s still not done fucking you. while you lay there beneath him taking all of his strokes, mouth agape in exhaustion, hiccuping, crying, drooling, occasional squeaks of exhaustion slipping out of your throat when he hits into your sweet spot that surely must be bruised red and swollen from all of draken’s earlier, rougher thrusts, your head falls into a subspace. you barely register anything in that fucked out head of yours, the only thing running through it hazily is how you’re going to die, die from being fucked to death.

you nearly groan at how fucking stupid that sounds and how fucking annoying it is that draken might just do that to you tonight, but you get interrupted from that thought when draken wraps his arms around your shoulders, strong forearms hooking onto your neck, and in his fit of pleasure, you can tell he’s about to cum from the throb of his dick, he tightens them and your air decreases just a bit that you’re breathing heavier to make up for it. but when his strokes get rougher to help him towards his climax, hips slamming into yours so hard that they bounce back and forth, he squeezes even tighter. at this point, your air flow gets cut off completely and you can’t breath anymore. tapping your hand against the bed, you get ignored as draken thinks you’re being cute, thinks you’re trying to distract him from his pleasure that he knows is also yours to try and run from him like you always do when you think you can’t take anymore. draken thinks you’re spouting bullshit because he’s fucked you longer than this day many times before, so he grunts and bites your shoulder.

"I asked what did you do to him?"

You bite your lips before putting light into his query, "Nothing,we just talked, a little more than usual." Wakasa narrows his eyes trying to figure out what exactly happened to his partner, who's smiling and all goofy today.

"Tsk, the moment I leave him in other's hands : he is a changed man!" and you laugh at his childish pout.

"You're gonna be late, c'mon hurry", Benkei roars from distance. You quickly put your tiffin box in your bag and head his way, smiling, adjusting your skirt, tucking your hair behind your earlobes.

You extend your hand to wrap around his torso, but his voice interupts your gesture. "So,what time should I pick you up?" to which you replied that it's the usual.

You jumped from the bike and stood along his long broad stature. Finally, after the last night , his eyes met yours. When you woke up,you were on the bed under the warm blanket and a familiar trail of voices reached your ears. It was the others. So,you didn't actually got time for a proper talk but what can you exactly talk about?

It makes you breathless for a moment. You want to feel his warm cheeks, his warm lips that just got wet by a single lap of his tounge. But you can't ,you really can't do that in front of your college: something holds you back and by the time you ponder over all these thoughts he already has started the low growl of the engine. You place your palm, over his lower tricep to lean in for a soft kiss on his cheeks yet at the very next moment he jerks you off and leaves.

You stood blankly, the commotion around you seems to die as the sound of bike fades. "I just wanted to — you bite your lip harshly to hold your tears as rage crept into your skin.

Benkei lazily sits on his couch, thinking how he could have averted you in a kind way but he didn't. He thinks it's not wise to fuel such igniting desires, reckless emotions. His hands travel at the back of his head as he relaxes in that posture. Slowly, he sinks in your thoughts : last night how you were so close to him,his face ,his lips. He jolts at the bang of door.

"Wakasa, is that you?"

A pin drop silence.

And he sits back exhaling a deep breath until you approach, right in front of him. "What're ya—

His words didn't make it as you immediately threw yourself in his slanted stature , kissing him : lips dashing like a wave on his. Benkei,on the other hand has his hands pinned along his nape as you press a little further, sucking his lower lip while cupping his cheeks with both of your ice-cold palms. He slightly shudders under your touch as if it's something not his: it's a foreign touch.

As you continue the kiss one of your hands travel down to his neck that finally resting on his chest. A soft moan escapes his mouth as you pull out,still leaning onto his face. Your eyes are looking down and his , on you. "You could've informed me. I would have come to pick you up." he remarks.

You statured your curvy body upright still being seated on his lap,hands unbuttoning your shirt. You slowly looked at him,he wasn't even fazed for a moment. You stared at him as you had a gulf of your skin visible through your shirt. He's silent,his eyes still speaks of regret. He knows he shouldn't be feeling this irresistible affection towards you yet he's a little too late to hatch a proper decision. You're now out of his lap, heading towards the bathroom.

As you turn around,you face Wakasa gliding his toffee from one side to the other; hands occupied with disposable grocery bags.

"Shit! He didn't,did he—

"Is it bad timing?",wakasa asks gazing at you. You were so numb with fear that you couldn't respond and so Benkei assures that his timing is perfect. Wakasa,as childish he is makes himself comfortable bashfully in the room. Benkei leaves the seat to grab plates from the kitchen. "Tsk, the shampoo bottle isn't here—You head out of the shower,in your bathrobe for getting your shampoo bottle.

Benkei pulls you into the kitchen saying,"now you know the reason!" A gulp travels down to your throat at his reaction. He rubs your wet cheeks, with his thumb other hand still gripping your arm : a little too strong to leave a mark. You squeeze your eyes shut feeling his warmth, melting under his touch. And once again, you wanted to touch him but he would have denied it instantly. You could feel his heavy breaths upon your drenched figure leaving a chilly sensation.

"When are you going to learn —to deny me?"he whispers.

"M-ay-be nev-er!",you mumbled with a moan.

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Gifts that a real brother would never get their younger sister; a sentiment shared by everyone including the recipient. Mikey had Koko order racks of lingerie and revealing clothing in various pastel colors and cases of adult toys that consisted of vibrators, dildos, and plugs of all shapes and sizes. They might have been for his so-called sister, but no one enjoyed them more than him.

Koko could still picture her confused shock when she opened his gifts and the tears she blinked away when he asked her to use them. He could still hear her muffled protests that, after a while, turned into cries of pleasure. A length of time that shortened after each session until her protests stopped altogether.

Mikey’s corruption of Kisaki’s sister made Koko sick, but the real tragedy was his inability to stop his Boss’s perversion. Instead, he made himself feel better by buying everything her heart desired no matter the price. The sheer amount of joy on her face whenever she opened a new gift was worth the expenditure–even if it only lasted for a while before he caught her looking off into space again with that disenchanted look on her face.

Koko could’ve sworn that money was the key to happiness, but as the elevator doors opened and he stepped into the penthouse bright and early with a newly arrived gift from Mikey, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

The pristine home was silent except for the laughter coming from the kitchen. Crossing from the foyer to the living room, Koko found the sender and recipient of the gift at the breakfast bar, perched on two side-by-side high chairs. Y/N leaned toward Mikey and smiled as she fed him a forkful of what appeared to be his favorite fluffy pancakes.

Koko awkwardly cleared his throat and two sets of eyes fell on him as he approached the duo. Mikey appeared displeased with Koko’s presence until his eyes trailed to the box and his lips twitched with the beginnings of a grin. Kisaki’s sister was warmer in her reception, sheepishly offering Koko a plate of pancakes as she stepped down to greet him; a courtesy that was hindered by Mikey’s arm that snaked around her waist and pulled her snug between his parted legs.

“Mikey!” She squealed, twisting her head to shoot him a disapproving look that he ignored.

It had been two weeks since that trip to eliminate Chairman Morita and two weeks since Mikey started fucking his so-called sister. The other Bonten members had assumed they’d crossed that threshold already, but Koko knew better. Instead of using his dick, Mikey had used toys or other methods to condition her into what he wanted.

Koko believed Mikey had enough restraint to not fuck the woman he claimed for a sister, but something had changed during that trip and whatever invisible force had kept him at bay dissipated.

Ever since then, Mikey had made it a habit in taking her whenever and wherever. Sometimes he’d drag her to her room and lock the door behind them, the obnoxious sounds of their coupling loud enough to carry to the living room. Other times he would simply take her wherever he found her, be it the kitchen or the living room, and in front of whoever. He’d harshly bend her over the nearest flat surface, bunch up her skirt, tear off her panties, and fuck her raw like an animal in heat. While most of the Bonten members present would flee the scene, Sanzu and, on occasion, Rindou would stay behind to watch. Sanzu would be the most shameless out of the two, stroking himself to completion as he took in the salacious sight. Rindou, on the other hand, kept his hands off his dick and just watched, leaving as soon Kisaki’s sister orgasmed.

“Bring it over and open it,” Mikey said, gesturing toward him with the hand that wasn’t buried underneath his sister’s shirt.

Placing the box on the table, he cut off the tape with his pocket knife and opened the tabs to reveal the set of restraints Mikey had ordered. Releasing the flustered woman, Mikey took out one of the adjustable black cuffs. They were leather, lined with fur, and had a metal ring. Mikey eyed the cuff and traced a finger over the adjustable strap while Y/N watched with a perplexed look.

“What is that?” She asked only to gasp when Mikey took hold of her wrist and put on the cuff.

“Your new toy,” Mikey replied with a hint of amusement. Before she could ask for clarification, he thrust the box into her hands. “Now, go to the room, put these on, and wait for me just the way I like you.”

While Koko didn’t know for certain what Mikey meant, it wasn’t hard to discern from her reaction. She flushed and lowered her head before clutching the box against her chest and fleeing to her room, not sparing Koko another glance.

Mikey took another bite of his pancakes while Koko made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water to put some much-needed space between himself and his boss. Away from Mikey’s direct field of vision, he sipped his water as slowly as possible, waiting for the other male to join his so-called sister.

“You haven’t had a turn with her, right?”

Koko was between sips and set the glass on the counter, knowing where Mikey’s question was leading up to. “No, I haven’t.”

“Hmmm… let’s change that,” Mikey replied and Koko could make out the clank of the fork against the ceramic plate and the chair legs sliding on hardwood. “Join me.”

Koko had thought he knew the extent of Y/N’s corruption, but walking into her blindingly white room to find her in the middle of her bed, straddling a pillow and rutting against it with her head thrown back, eyes closed, and a series of whiney moans falling from her lips went beyond Koko’s expectations. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and she’d even fastened the chains to her wrists, rattling as her hands trailed up her stomach to her erect nipples that she played with.

“Good girl,” Mikey purred and palmed his growing erection as he made his way to the bed. She let out a pleased hum and peered at them, her eyes widening slightly at Koko before shifting her attention to the man that played the role of brother, lover, and captor.

“Need your help, Mikey,” she whined, tossing her slick covered pillow to the side and crawling toward him. “Doesn’t feel good without you.”

She nuzzled against his tented pants and Mikey gently combed his fingers through her hair as his breathing grew strained.

Koko watched the scene unfold with a mixture of revulsion and desire. He didn’t approve of the woman’s corruption but even that staunch sentiment was not enough to stop his innate response to her nice tits, bare ass, and wet cunt just begging to be stretched and filled.

“Koko,” Mikey hissed, drawing out the man from his conflicted thoughts to find Y/N already sucking him off. “Pick out two toys to use on my pretty sister’s pussy.”

Her thighs clenched together at Mikey’s demand and her mouth eagerly took in more of her brother. Tearing his gaze, Koko shuffled into the walk-in closet, pulled out the nearest case, and haphazardly picked the first toys he saw: a wand and a large dildo.

Back in the room, Mikey had joined Kisaki’s sister on the bed. He had her seated between his legs and pressed against his chest as he leaned back on her cushioned white headboard. The two chains dangling from her wrists had been connected to the cuffs around her ankles, forcing her legs open and limiting her mobility. Her mouth hung open and let out a series of incoherent noises while Mikey’s slender fingers worked her aroused nipples, tweaking, rolling, and rubbing her sensitive nubs.

Koko tore his gaze away from her and rounded the bed to set the toys next to Mikey who fixed him a cold look.

“What are you doing?” Mikey demanded and gestured toward the items. “You’re the one that’s gonna use them on her.”

Swallowing his protest, Koko picked up both toys and walked to the foot of the large bed, waiting for Mikey’s shallow nod of approval before joining them.

He settled between the woman’s trembling legs and inhaled sharply when his eyes settled on her sex. Slick coated her slit and folds. The bundle of nerves at the top was already engorged and just begging to be touched. Her cunt twitched and leaked even more slick with each jerk of her hips.

It was only then that Koko understood why Sanzu begged Mikey to let him fuck her one more time. Why Rindou locked himself in his room and furiously jerked off after watching Mikey fuck her. Why even Mochi–who’d never cared for Kisaki’s sister, occasionally voiced his desire to fuck her throat again.

Her entire body was begging to be fucked and Koko found himself unable to resist–not that Mikey would’ve let him anyway.

Koko swallowed as his hands ran up her soft thighs before stopping at her folds. A high-pitched whine left Y/N’s lips and her hips bucked forward.

“P-please, Koko,” she begged, and he looked up to find her teary gaze already fixed on him. “Wanna feel good.”

Despite knowing that the pleading woman wasn’t in her right mind, Koko turned on the wand to its medium setting and gently pressed the head against her clit.

Kisaki’s sister jolted forward with a gasp but her restraints and Mikey’s hold on her chest kept her in place. Koko kept the vibrating head against her clit for a couple of minutes before lowering it to her fluttering hole and coating it with her slick. When he saw her body relax slightly, he promptly raised the head back to her clit and worked her up again.

While no stranger to toys, Koko couldn’t say he had a penchant for them. He’d only used them a couple of times on his partners and the only one who actually enjoyed them had been Inupi but seeing Y/N react so enthusiastically to the wand made him want to reconsider his stance. He wanted to draw out all sorts of sounds and expressions from her and watch her come undone from his ministrations.

After a while, Koko turned up the vibrations to the maximum setting and pressed the head lightly against her clit while he grabbed the dildo next to him. It was longer and thicker than the average dick with exaggerated veins and a defined head. Holding it by the base, he rubbed the length along her slit and coated it with her creamy cum as she gasped from the sudden contact.

Koko could tell Kisaki’s sister was close to overstimulation and wasted no time in pressing the head against her cunt and easing it in. A lengthy moan left her lips while Koko watched her greedy cunt swallow the girthy toy inch by inch.

Curious about her reaction, Koko looked up hoping to see her pretty eyes on him only to find her looking back at Mikey, eyes lidded and swollen lips parted.

“That’s it. Stick your tongue out and I’ll give you a reward, pretty girl.”

Mikey’s jaw moved for a couple of moments before tilting his puckered mouth over Kisaki’s sister’s and letting a stringy wad of saliva fall on her waiting tongue.

Disgusted and insulted by her disregard for the man making her cum, Koko pressed the wand head harder over her clit and grinned when she let out a choked gasp. He then adjusted the position of the dildo to press against her forewall and proceeded to thrust it in and out of her messy cunt at an increasing pace.

Guided by her bodily reactions and encouraging sounds, Koko didn’t let up on his ministrations even when her creamy essence gathered on his hand and spurts of clear fluids coated her inner thighs and soaked the sheets below. He only stopped when his name rang out in a high-pitched whine.

“Koko, please! S’too much– I-I can’t!”

Koko switched off the wand and looked up to find Kisaki’s sister peering down at him with teary eyes and the beginnings of a satiated smile forming. It was a moment during which Koko forgot all about Mikey until the wand was plucked out of his hand by said man and thrown against the full-length mirror across the room, shattering it into pieces.

At the loud crash, Koko jerked backward and Kisaki’s sister screamed. None of the deranged glee remained on Mikey’s face. In its place was that barely subdued fury of his that terrified most and unnerved everyone else. And when his lips parted and a forced laugh echoed in the room, neither Koko nor Y/N dared to breathe.

“Oh no, looks like we’ll have to buy another one.” He turned to Koko. “Let Sanzu know we’ll be making a shopping trip today.”

Despite making a trip to one of Tokyo’s most luxurious department stores, Koko couldn’t help but think it was more of a punishment. Whether it was Sanzu’s pissy mood after coming down from his high, the shitty Tokyo traffic, or the fact that Mikey was in the backseat fucking his fake sister, Koko wasn’t sure–maybe, it was a combination of all three.

“Mmmm! Ah- s’good Mikey! Gonna cum- Nghhh!”

Koko spared a glimpse at the duo through the rearview mirror and averted his gaze immediately when he found Mikey’s eyes already on him as he bucked into Y/N. He tried focusing on the road, on the idiot in front of him riding his breaks, on Sanzu fidgeting with his handgun, on anything except Mikey’s grunts and Y/N’s moans that made him want to drive the sedan off a fucking bridge.

It was through a sheer miracle that Koko made it to their destination, and he wasted no time in exiting the vehicle, handing off the keys to a lower Bonten member, and waiting for Mikey to finish with his sister before also exiting the car.

They were accompanied by eight other Bonten members as they entered the department store. Like all of their other trips in public, the establishment was bought out for their private use and only a selection of paid-off workers were allowed to service them. Tired of dealing with Mikey and his sick powerplays, Koko strayed to the back of the Bonten hoard, away from the trio of Mikey, Kisaki’s sister, and Sanzu who led the way.

What originally was supposed to be a simple shopping trip for a new mirror quickly turned into a shopping spree thanks to Mikey’s desire to spoil his “sister”. They spent hours browsing the massive building as Y/N shopped to her heart’s content. Every item she admired for more than five seconds was collected by a suited Bonten lackey and brought along for purchase. Apart from Y/N and Mikey, the entire experience was boring to the point of being almost torturous. Even Sanzu, who worshipped the ground Mikey walked on, looked like he wanted to choke Y/N every time she wandered to the next display with a serene Mikey in tow.

A serenity that was cut short when they made it to the beauty section and the female employee there called out to Kisaki’s sister by name.

“Y/N!” A mousy woman blurted as she approached them. The shift in the mood was almost palpable and Koko could see Sanzu and Mikey stiffen as Kisaki’s sister hesitantly stepped toward the worker.

“It’s been ages since I last saw you! How are you?”

At the woman’s words, Koko let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and his response rippled across the rest of the Bonten men–except for Mikey and Sanzu who were as still as tigers ready to pounce on their unsuspecting prey.

“Oh, umm… I’m doing great.” At the hesitation in her answer, it was clear Kisaki’s sister hadn’t recognized her acquaintance but even that didn’t change Mikey and Sanzu’s demeanor.

The mousy woman appeared bewildered by the response. “Really? I just expected you to still be mourning Hanma. Especially since it was on the anniversary of Kisa–”

The deafening gunshot cut through the tension, reverberating off the walls and into Koko’s ears. For a moment, he didn’t know who’d fired the shot and who’d received it until Kisaki’s sister let out a blood-curdling scream, and Koko spotted the other woman bleeding out on the floor with a bullet hole through the center of her head.

While it was hardly the first lethal gunshot he’d witnessed, Koko still found himself in shock. His muscles tensed, jaw clenched, and heart hammered painfully in his chest as a sharp ringing echoed in his ears. When he did manage to avert his gaze from the blood bath, he saw Sanzu trembling violently and still pointing the gun he’d shot.

The only one who was unphased by the violent act was Mikey. Koko would even venture to say Bonten’s boss was more at ease than he had been with the mousy woman alive.

Kisaki’s sister collapsed on the blood-soaked floor and sobs wracked her body. Her face was covered in a spray of her friend’s blood, arms hung limp at her sides, and wide trembling eyes remained glued on the corpse.

Koko carefully approached her when no one else stepped up, avoiding the blood and crouching next to her. Despite her silent cries, her shock had only worsened in the moments after and all she could manage were rapid shallow gasps that seemed to do more harm than good.

Koko was about to comfort Kisaki’s sister when Mikey suddenly sauntered over and knelt beside her as well. His face was devoid of all emotion as he reached out for her; something Koko had not seen since she’d woken up.

“Y/N, we need t–”

There was a collective jolt of surprise among the Bonten men as everyone witnessed Kisaki’s sister scratch Mikey’s cheek in defiance. He also appeared just as shocked as his men, black eyes wide and mouth slack-jawed as three thin crimson lines surfaced across his pale skin.

“G-Get away from me!” She shrieked, recoiling from him when the gravity of her actions dawned on her.

With a growl, Sanzu lurched forward, gun in hand, and fixed the shaken woman with a murderous glare.

“You little bitch!”

He lunged for her but stopped dead in his tracks when she stared up at him in horror and pointed an accusatory finger.

“I-It was you!… you’re the one… y-you killed Hanma!”

For the first time, Koko saw genuine fear flash across Mikey’s face as the woman he’d come to care for glared at the man who’d now murdered two of her friends. Blood pulsated in Koko’s ears as he desperately tried to gather his thoughts amidst the chaos around him.

Were all of her memories back?

Would Mikey order her death?

“Yeah, I killed that fucking rat.”

Koko snapped his head up to find Sanzu sneering down at Kisaki’s sister. He let out a humorless chuckle before aiming the gun at her head. Faced with the black gun barrel, sobs ripped from her chest but she stood frozen in place, whether it was out of terror or resignation Koko couldn’t tell. All he knew was that for all of Sanzu’s twisted interest in Kisaki’s sister, his loyalty to Mikey was far greater and he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone that laid a hand on his King.

“Sanzu!”

Mikey’s reprimanding roar resounded with everyone but none more so than Sanzu, who flinched and obediently lowered his gun, tucking it into his pants pocket.

Once the gun was out of sight, Y/N’s muscles relaxed and she visibly deflated. It wasn’t until her eyes rolled to the back of her skull, however, that Koko realized she was passing out and caught her before she joined her deceased friend on the floor. He cradled her bloody, tear-stained face and held her close to him, not caring if it ruined his clothes.

“Take her back home, Koko,” Mikey’s emotionless voice eventually rang out, killing the heavy silence that had permeated the room since his earlier outburst. “We’ll take care of this mess.”

“But Mi–”

Sanzu’s protest died on his tongue with a single threatening look from Mikey and his mouth closed with a click.

“Understood,” Koko replied with a nod, wondering if he’d witness the death of another innocent sister that just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Like all of your other memories, your recollections of Hanma came back in fragments. You remembered his appearance, the intensity of his gaze, the pull of his lips, and the languorous manner in which his body moved. You remembered his scent of lingering cigarette smoke, earthy soap, and musk, and the calming effect it had over you. You remembered tidbits of his likes, dislikes, and habits. But above all, you remembered your final moments with him. The walk you took through a snow-covered path as you brainstormed lunch spots together. The chilling encounter with Sanzu that caused Hanma to stiffen and protectively pull you behind him. The desperation in his voice as he ordered you to run.

The entire process of recovering your memories reminded you of the sheltered life that had been created for you. A life that was full of half-truths, non-committal answers, and furtive glances exchanged by your caretakers. The one you’d woken up to where your days were spent completing meaningless tasks that only distracted you from the helplessness that plagued you. A disheartening feeling that was the direct result of your missing memories coupled with the disapproval from Mikey and the rest of Bonten when you tried to recover them.

But instead of making up excuses for their reasoning the way you usually did, you came to a different conclusion after waking up pressed next to Koko in a moving car–maybe their lies weren’t as white as you’d once believed. Maybe they were a more sinister color like the scarlet blood that had spurted out of the woman who had sealed her fate the moment she tried telling you about your past. Or perhaps their lies were darker like the tacky, russet red blood that now coated your legs and made your stomach turn.

Swallowing the bile that had risen, you stirred and felt Koko’s breath hitch.

“Why did Sanzu kill Hanma?” You asked, putting some distance between the two of you. After the horrific events that had transpired and the conflicting nature of your recovered memories, you couldn’t continue to live oblivious to the discrepancies. You needed answers and Koko would have to give them to you.

He let out an exasperated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. As expected, your question seemed to trouble him, but you didn’t back down. You kept your gaze steadily fixed on him and waited for his answer.

“He… betrayed Mikey,” Koko replied, his eyes sharp and carefully gauging your reaction.

“Then why did it seem like– no, why was he protecting me?”

His eyes widened slightly but he quickly schooled his face. “Hanma was lying to you. He was planning on using you against Mikey but Sanzu found you before he had the chance.”

Koko’s confession left you dumbfounded and hurt. You buried your head into your hands and closed your eyes, struggling to remember the aftermath of that encounter only to find yourself with a throbbing headache and hot tears burning your eyes.

“That can’t be true.” You gripped your hair in frustration. “H-He was my friend and my brother’s… it- it just doesn’t make sense.”

An arm wrapped around your shoulders and drew you in. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but you have to believe it. Hanma was a traitor and you know what happens to traitors.”

“W-What about that woman?” You demanded in disbelief as you wriggled out of his grasp. “Why was she killed after mentioning Hanma?”

His face twisted into that familiar look of pitying reproach most of the Bonten members wore around you. It made you feel foolish and small compared to them.

“She was also working with him. Why else do you think she mentioned him?”

You hated how logical his explanation was because, even if there was lingering doubt, you had nothing to offer as a counterargument; your memories had already been declared tainted. Left with nothing but frustration bubbling in your chest, you balled your fists and blinked away your tears before Koko drew you into his chest like a parent comforting a child.

And much like a child, you didn’t argue with him. You didn’t even fight him off. You just buried your face in his chest and let the helplessness sink back in as he once again warned you against discussing your missing memories with Mikey.

“It’s best if you don’t bring this up to Mikey. He won’t like it, especially after that scratch you gave him.”

Filled with shame over your violent outburst, you remained wordlessly still in Koko’s arms the rest of the way home, and for the first time since you’d woken up, you dreaded seeing Mikey again.

The entire elevator ride up to the top floor, you mulled over various ways to apologize to your brother. Would he prefer a nice dinner, a decadent dessert, or would letting him fuck you any way he wanted be best?

Upon deciding on a combination of all three, the elevator door opened and you followed Koko into the penthouse, making out voices from the living room. Burying your doubt concerning your past, you braced yourself for Mikey’s reception by plastering a smile on your face.

But instead of focusing on Mikey, your eyes traveled to another figure in the room you didn’t recognize until he turned around. Standing between Mikey and the Haitani brothers, you locked eyes with a face from your past that brought upon an onslaught of memories. It was the boy-turned-man with the jagged scar that ran across his handsome face. The one with a rough exterior that had once made your heart flutter from his unexpected caring gestures and awkward but comforting words.

Forgetting about Mikey and the other Bonten members present, you ran into Kakucho’s arms and broke into tears from the overwhelming emotion of recovering more of your missing memories and reuniting with a dear old friend.

another sight rindou loves to see is your lips stretched around him as you struggle to take him down your throat.

you’re lying on the bed, head dangling off the edge as rin towers over you from above, "i know it's too much, baby. i know." he coos at you, caressing your face. and you, thinking he will take pity on you and ease up on your battered throat, relax into his touch but the grip on he has on your cheeks harshly tightens, his fingers biting into your skin as they force your mouth open, "but i know you can take it, i've been training you so well..." he pushes in and his mind empties of everything but the debauched sounds you make as you gag around him. “mhmm- “he groans, “that’s a good slut. taking me– shit. taking me so well.” grunting when he feels the back of your throat swallow around his tip.

can see himself giving your cunt sweet little kisses, the thought of thin fabric clinging to puffy lips, pulling them taut so that so that you ache. and he doesn’t do it to be mean, you just make the prettiest little noises when you want something.

presses his wet tongue against your clothed sloppy heat, focusing the tip of it on your swollen bud, legs thrown over his shoulders while

clumsy hands knead at the pudge of your hips and upper thighs. he’s in heaven. your sweet mewls and faltering k-kai’s music to his ears. removes his mouth and finds your inner thigh to suck on while he thumbs at your clit. let’s the skin go with a pop before humming sweetly, hearts dancing in his pupils.

slowly peels the slick covered undergarment away from what he truly desired, cooing at your quivering pussy and giving it a sweet kiss before tapping it. jolts were sent up your legs as you moaned from the sudden impact, it wasn’t heavy enough to hurt but it was enough to make you ache.

Izana Kurokawa, the most ferocious criminal who knew this city like the palm of his hands. Everyone who worked for him: respected him, and the friends he had were just glad to receive his grace while his enemies envied the power he had. And, that's the person you were about to kill.

Izana was seated on the leather couch, legs folded one over the other with his right-hand man, Kakucho Hitto by his side. Around evening, this man likes to spend his time with his friends and foes drinking, laughing, and thinking who would be his next pawn to play with.

He beckoned Kakucho by flicking his finger and Kakucho angled his ears near his mouth." since when we're hiring barmaids?" he puffs out a drag while Kakucho walks up to the owner of the bar for further inquiry.

The cigarette kept burning that rested between his fingers while his eyes noticed how the customers of the bar gawked at the new barmaid. It's just been a day yet the bar was swarming with people, murderers, criminals, sex workers. It would be more difficult to get intel if this keeps up.

"What's your pretty?", a man's voice slurred as you placed the drinks on their table. It's nothing new to you yet at times like these how badly you wished to put a bullet in their freaky heads, blowing their brains out. But this is exactly what you needed, an upsurge, chaos to get his utmost attention to you and only on you.

Without paying any attention, you walked away but the man screamed at the top of his voice in agony. And you couldn't believe your eyes, there he was, juggling another knife holding the cigarette in between his lips as the other man kept groaning." you bloody motherfucker.", and Izana threw the knife in that fool's direction, wounding his left ear.

"One more word and the next one goes to your heart buddy!", Izana remarks casually digging the knife into the table. He puts out the half-burnt cigarette and rests his hands on his thighs, looking at you, at your shock. You simply nodded while meeting his eyes but he leaves his seat and slowly walks up to you.

Izana is now inches away from you as you looked down at his feet. He chins up your face with the tip of his index finger asking "are you a whore?" God! How you wished you stabbed him then and there. "No!", you reply quickly looking at his lips and switching them back onto his lilac eyes. "Then, this place isn't for you!", he adds and his other hand travels at the back of your waist, sliding under your jacket, taking out the small pistol that was tucked at the valley of your waist. "I don't think you'd be needing this anymore!", he whispers leaning into your ears. Izana tapped on Kakucho's shoulders saying, "C'mon! Let's go." and vanished outside leaving you baffled.

This is not what you had expected of him. You didn't just want his attention, you wanted to work inside his family, you needed to work for his family otherwise killing such a vicious man would be fatal for you too.

It's been two weeks since the incident and hence you decided to execute your next step. From the bottom of your heart, you didn't want to kill him; he seemed oddly happy, kind but killing him would free you from the shackles of justice.

Throughout your life, the police always used you to get rid of such monsters just because they couldn't do it; just because they couldn't just kill you, they turned you from a friend of justice to foe for justice, from a war mercenary to the assassin.

Although Izana's house was full of guards but sneaking into his house was easy for you, for a girl who seemed too weak to get blood on her hands. As soon as you entered the mansion, the first thing you did was to get rid of that lousy exposing outfit that you had to wear as a disguise.

It was easy to spot his room. Being the ruler of the city he had to own the best of best in the mansion. Besides, Kakucho's shadow, the rhythm of his footsteps made it obvious. Without wasting a moment further, you stepped into his room only to find no one there.

The sound of the shower came to halt. A gush of wind made the curtains flutter. You hid behind the door frame of the balcony. Izana, bucked naked still wet from his shower came out of the room. He wrapped a towel around his torso while grabbing another one to dry his hair.

You could feel your warm cheeks that almost fogged your glasses. While Izana was humming, putting his earrings back sitting on the bed you came out of the door frame cocking the gun towards his face.

"Geez! Thought you wouldn't come out!", he said resting his body on his palms, sinking the mattress under pressure.

"So, what did they offer you for my life?", he asks looking at your eyes.

"My freedom!", you replied as tears welled up.

"What if I offer more?", he questions further standing and walking up to you.

"What could be more peaceful than freedom?", you asked lowering your gun. He was standing at arm's length from you. He chuckled a little watching you as you put the gun back into the holster.

"Power... the power to strip away freedom who stole yours!", he mumbled.

You wouldn't. You wouldn't dare in your worst nightmares.

"I knew that you weren't just a simple barmaid from the moment I saw you, your rough hands, the scar on your neck that you tried to hide so much...", Izana turns around walking up to his bed table and grabbing your pistol. He added, "and a barmaid doesn't carry pistol for self-protection!" as he handed it to you.

If you take the pistol now that means you would be swearing your allegiance to him. That's the code that goes around here. It wasn't a bad idea because seeking freedom from the people who robbed it always seemed hopeless to you.

As you tried to take the pistol, Izana flipped your body pointing the gun along your waistline grabbing both of your hands behind you. He immediately released you as you were about to kick him saying, "Relax! big girl I was just testing you", stretching his hands out in the air.

You proceeded towards the balcony passing by him and his body, his eyes followed you like a sunflower follows the sun. But a loud bang made both of you nervous, breathless. "Izana, are you all right? We've noticed several security breaches", Kakucho yelled from the other side of the door.

"I'm absolutely fine!", he answered eyes still scanning your movements. He was impressed how you left several trails to follow yet wiped off the crucial one and also conveyed how dangerous it would be to leave now. You narrowed your eyes being pissed off at him yelling,"... you're the king here... do some voodoo that you did at the bar!", tapping your feet on the floor rashly.

And then he did as you said. He didn't touch you, his hands were tucked behind while he closed the gap in between you two, kissing your cheeks whispering, "Gawhdd! where does all this anger come from girl?" He backs away a little as to wait for your response but you couldn't just move your legs. Taking your silence he walks up to the door saying, "I'll do something to distract...

Izana covered his mouth holding his gasp as you wrapped your arms around his naked torso. His freshly wet skin didn't seem cold. He interlaced his fingers with yours as he turned around. He kissed you once more this time not stopping until you laid him on the bed. Izana breaths rashly, "what the - and you grope his crotch over the towel making him shut his eyes while his hands grasp the bedsheets.

It was amusing to watch such a bold man fall apart with just a few touches. It made you yearn for more. Without wasting a moment further, you suck his on to nipples. "Are you sensitive?", you whisper to which the corner of his lower lip curls. You flinch at him sitting across his torso. He doesn't move. He doesn't even resist. His growing bulge brushes against your feminity. "So, now what?", he asks bucking his hips, sliding slightly to get more friction.

You unzipped your dress up to your belly. He gets up wrapping one of his arms around your waist tracing the scar that stretched from your neck to the advent of your cleavage. He shoots a glare before kissing your neck and chest and licks his lips staring at your lacy bra. "Go on !", you encourage sliding down the straps and he tucks your bra under along your chest line.

Izana starts to suck your nipples with his dry lips. Wrapping his lips onto the tapering end of your boob and circling his tongue around your perked nipple making you moan out with a loud gasp. He lets out a sweet chuckle pulling your nipple with his teeth as his hand slips into your panty.

You rest your hand around his nape while he exploits your wet folds making you grab onto his shoulders. He starts to move his fingers in and out watching your body arch in shots of euphoric pleasure. He quickens the pace; it's rough and rash; you grab onto his wrist as he asks, "What? Do you want me to stop?"

"Noh!", you gasp and continue, "I want you inside me" you exclaim biting onto his neckline rashly earning a low moan from him. Getting rid of your lowers he adjusts your entrance to his fat leaking cock. "okay! as you wish", he whispers pushing his cock inside your gummy walls hitting your sweet spot. You push him back onto the bed; the mattress sinks under both of your body weights as you adjust your legs.

You start to glide against his guiding his hands to your boobs, skin slapping against each other, squelching sounds blending with muffled groans filling the room. Izana grabs your waist firmly as you quicken your pace, biting his lower lip, closing his eyes as your juicy walls clench around his hard cock. "Shiittt … Fuckkk, he groans as your boobs bob at a rhythm.

"gonna cum! 'mmmgh ... 'm gonna cum', he whimpers tears trickling at the corner of his eyes. You could feel his cock hitting your spot; he is close and so you try to pull out but he smirks and rolls over the bed, having you underneath him.

He intertwines his fingers with yours making you shut your eyes as he ruts deep inside you. Hot fluid gushes into your aching cunt, coating your walls with a loud groan. He doesn't pull out immediately. Izana throws his body onto yours, his chest rubbing against your boobs while his lips crash yours. He cups your face deepening the kiss while you clamp your legs around his torso, hands diving into his hair.

Pulling his hair, breaking the kiss you look at him, his eyes. Both of your breathing is still irregular, panting, trying to relax. He rests his head on your cleavage. "Let's get cleaned up!", you speak while he rolls along your side. He leaves the bed, throwing his bathrobe at you. You jump out of the bed curling your arms around him.

He breaks free of your embrace pulling you in front of him; he empties half of the bottle while you were still in his wrap. He looks at you as you sink your head on his chest. "So...", he shutters as you look back at him and before he could speak further,you dragged him into the shower holding his saying. "Great distraction, Kurokawa."

It was cold. It was hopeless. It was an irreparable loss.

As your senses were slowly restoring, a familiar voice reached your ears while you were still half-awake. "Was it Ryuu? It must be. Who else could it be?" The beeping sound of the machine, the sound of dripping saline water — "so,how am I still alive?",you murmured staring at the ivory ceiling of the hospital with burning eyes, laying on the hospital bed unable to feel your body.

"Doctor,are you sure? I mean there are chances it could be a mistake!" , Takashi enquired with a worry in his tone. He couldn't believe what was poured into his ears. Afterall, he would've never thought,not even in his worst nightmares that the promise he made to Draken playfully would become alive.

Mitsuya stares through the glass looking at you as you remained asleep thinking about the first time he talked to you. He was curious about you, curious who on earth captured a corner in the heart of his dire friend,Draken.

It was a friendly gathering. You were sitting ,busy in finishing your juice while Draken was surrounded by his friends. "Rumour has it that I make you nervous.", Takashi remarked making you choke on your drink. You looked upto the man saying,"who're you?why is even Ryu friends with you?" Mitsuya snorts amusingly saying it doesn't matter who he is ,all that matters that Draken is finally happy and it's all because of you.

Draken walked like a flame of hope into your life when you were at the brink of losing yourself. Home wasn't home anymore. Your father used to come home late and when he did, your mother used to ignite an argument, every —damn— time. It was intolerable.

Fortunately,due your scholarship provided you a golden opportunity to be fled,to be free. And one fine morning, you noticed that you were smiling,you were happy and all because of him, Draken. "Am I allowed to be happy? I just ran away from my life, from myself...Am I really allowed to be happy?"

The boy with a dragon tattoo lived opposite to yours,busy with his life, beaming with happiness as if he never knew the mayhem of sadness. He used to work late in his bike shop for hours. When the whole locality dived into darkness, only two lights could be seen : one from his bike shop and the other from your study room.

Just like the other nights, today you could finally muster up the courage to give him a visit. "Umm..so here's the food. You've been working so much so I … I just thought you might've skipped your meal...

"Yeah! Thanks for the meal. I'm so hungry by the way.", the boy replied while washing his hands still facing his back to you. It's funny how you never got a chance to see his face. Hearing his voice for the first time,it made you warm, nervous and you cursed your curiosity to be here,to be standing like an utter fool with a packet of meal in your grasp.

"Please! Have a seat girl!",he offers and you scan your eyes around the shop finding not a single proper place to sit. A bike, that seemed rusted yet in good condition caught your eye. And when you were finally seated, a pair of jet black eyes fell on you. You weren't nervous,not in the slightest. In fact, you were smiling like an idiot thinking you accomplished your mission. He was a charming handsome lad, just like you imagined.

Visits became regular, Draken even started to visit your place too. Somedays, when he was too tired to go home, too lazy to make a meal for himself:he would shamelessly drop in front of your home asking for both. It was sweet. It felt like home again.

He talked about his friends rarely but "Mitsuya",was the most frequent name that never failed to escape his lips. He wasn't chatty but he wasn't cocooned either. His visits became so regular that you didn't feel the urge to keep your door locked anymore. But at the same time you were worried, worried that he might expect more from you and you being so bruised on feelings wouldn't be able to reciprocate.

Just like the other days,it was his time for visit but you were so busy in cooking that the sound of latchkey didn't make to your ears. "Brought something for you.", Draken says placing a bouquet infront of you and you jolt spilling the boiling hot water on the floor, flowers scattering on the floor and you falling on him.

Draken starts to chuckle at your reaction while his arm still being wrapped around your waist due to the save from the mighty fall. "Oh C'mon! It isn't funny!",you protested with a pout as your eyes fell on the bouquet.

"You ruined everything!you filthy bitch...and memories that you so hard to suppress came pushing back like a whirlwind. "I'm …I'm… sorry!",you mewled as tears rolled out from your eyes soaking your cheeks. "Hey! Hey ... Look at me. I'm here. It's fine. Everything is fine!", Draken hums cupping your face rubbing your cheeks trying to stabilize your breathing and getting your eyes to focus.

You've never been so ashamed of yourself like this before,not even when you had to transfer schools because of your parents. And now,a home that you wanted to build came crashing down like a sand castle. Draken unable to know what to do bites his lips harshly, mumbling "sorry for this!", before pressing his lips onto your salty ones.

Your hands dropped like withered petals ,eyes gawking at him in surprise as he deepened the kiss. "Ryu...what,you speak up as he breaks the kiss. "shhhh" ,he hisses softly silencing you pulling you into his embrace. How long has it been since you felt any kind of warmth?

Silence engulfed both of you as he took you to your bedroom ,his eyes did not meet yours while yours never left him. At that night, Draken felt how you were sucked into the web of loneliness as you went to sleep hugging him tightly.

You didn't feel the need to confess your feelings, neither did he. It was something you both understood that he would die to make you happy and indeed he did.

"Here! I brought food." A man with a same dragon tattoo appears while you were still lost in the memory lane, watching the snowfall. "You'll be released in two days. And I shall help you to get home!",he adds making you turn your face to him.

"You must be Mitsuya Takashi.",you almost whisper making him back away a few steps because how can he bring himself to tell you that Draken died in the same car accident while saving you.

"Keep it. I'll eat.",you speak before he leaves. You ran your palm over your belly thinking how much courage would it take to kill two lives.

"Are … are … you …sure? ,Draken went breathless as you nodded conveying him that you're a month and a half pregnant. When you first found out, it was scary but seeing Ryu going on his knees in happiness made you hopeful. He was a happy man, smiling like a sun, wanting to buy all the flowers in this world for you,for his baby.It was the happiest memories of your life.

And now you are sitting in the backseat of a car going back to your home where there was nothing but ashes of memories.

"Do you need a hand?let me help!", Takashi speaks holding the door with his figure while stretching out his arm. But you don't want to hold it,you don't need any help. You didn't want to soak your baby in the same pity that has already sedimented on you since your childhood. You were just about to trip but Takashi saved you. Lips buried inbetween your teeth trying to hold back the tears as your eyes welled up looking at the apartment.

Clearing your throat,you said that it's not your home to which Mitsuya said,"Nope! It's not. It's ours!",still holding out his hand to you. You knew you wouldn't survive alone, even with your job and studies it would be too much for the baby.

"Even Luna and Mana would be happy to see you,have a younger one to play around.", Mitsuya mumbles breaking your stagnant pool of thoughts.

You walked past by him entering the lift flatly ignoring him. "Wait up! Geez!",he said while entering into the lift with you. It's horrible. It's cruel how you're pushed to choose one and only option. Taking a deep breath you plopped onto the floor breaking into tears, whimpering like a broken strings of a guitar.

"How am I supposed to live? It's hopeless.",you mewled to which Takashi remarked,"Pick yourself up. You're Draken's girl. You're not anymore the girl who has to run away from responsibilities. C'mon! Live for him,for his child."

At first it seemed very cruel and rude of him but he picked you up gently like a freshly blooming flower. It felt familiar. As he opened the door,he entered and turned around towards you streching his hand to you. "Settle down with me! Let me take care of both of you!",he exclaims with a sigh shoving his other hand in his pocket suggesting he must have rehearsed this a lot of time still he's shaking undeniably.

Just when you were convinced, when you had swallowed all your negative thoughts, bubbled up enough courage to walk on a path full of judgements and social obstacles a pair of toddlers hugged you , just barely reaching upto your waist.

Luna and Mana cooed,"She's so pretty!", looking at his brother who stood blankly staring at you shoving his hand into his pocket, the one you were about to hold.

He lets out a cackle saying,"Oh! She just came out of hospital, bawling her eyes out and you two think she's pretty. C'mon!she needs rest. Go to your room!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at him thinking maybe it wasn't a bad decision to walk upto Draken and talk to him , maybe it wasn't so cold,so hopeless after all.

Sitting on his lap, you let out a giggle as the man buried his face in between your boobs, kissing your cleavage. This particular client is the reason why you're here, why you had to bury the hatchet in the family you were working for.The door was locked yet you were sure you heard the clanking sound of the doorknob.

While you turned your gaze to inspect its origin, the man cupped your face pulling you for kissing. Next, all you could see was a hole, burning the leather of the sofa while; you ran your fingers over the side of your neck realizing a bullet just grazed through your neck hitting the sofa.

You immediately jumped out of his lap as a reflex, eyes scanning the face of the intruder. The blonde was of average height, two piercings on every ear and his fingers alluring with brass knuckles.

"I'm not here for you, pretty!", he says scratching the back of his head with the pistol continuing, "I'm here for him!", cocking back the gun at the man, your client.

His eye switches back onto your client as he roars, "C'mon boys cuff him!" The man being in utmost shock tries to beg for his life, offering money, almost shuttering at each breath.

Shion's pitch-black eyes don't even faze but you were going nuts, crazy as the noises faded thinking what would happen to you if you can't get your job done. So, without thinking much you snatched the gun in his hand, instantly shooting your client. Letting out a sigh, you mumbled, "I'm free now"

It took a while for Shion to register what had happened. He couldn't even speak because of his boiling anger taking over his senses. "I wouldn't have done this but — you were immediately pressed against the wall, his fingers clamped around your neck so hard that you almost couldn't breathe.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?", his voice lowering at the end as he leans into your face, almost inches away from your lips. "I—I: eyes crimson in rage, body shivering due to anger.

You mewled, "it— was —the only way —I could be free" his eyes shifted onto your hand that dropped the gun since fingers became weak due to his burning rage. He noticed several scar marks on your hand, starting from the wrist to the elbow.

Shion, the mad dog who burnt the underworld with his rage never knew the abyss of darkness lurking under such mayhem. On that day, he took you to their gang asking his boss to let you join: that was the only way to save you.

The most annoying part was you were assigned to his division yet for some reason he didn't protest. Things were so awful at the beginning, there was so much communication gap but now you became a little comfortable working by his side, felt there might be a little peek of heaven amongst all this bloodshed.

"Where is he?", you yelled banging the door open getting the attention of everyone but not him. Sitting on the couch, stretching his legs up to the table Shion was busy with closing in a deal.

The room fell into dead silence and hence you could feel his annoyance while he clicked his tongue and turned his head slightly, nodding a little to acknowledge your presence.

"You can't go in there!", a boy said as you tried to enter the center place.

"Why? What's wrong with that...

Shion let out a sigh before saying, "just gimme a minute!" He jumped over the sofa, taking broad steps towards you, dragging you aside.

"What — are — doing —here?", he asked his hands still grabbing your upper arm, stronger than usual. "We need to get out. We do have a job to take care of", you tartly replied.

"WE" — "are not going there! only I'm going! , he corrected you but who could tame you down just like that. Busy in bickering with him, he almost became unaware of his surroundings;

that you two were present there until the huge glass window shattered into pieces. Shion rolled your body into his but failed to keep you scratch-free.

"You 'kay?", you asked Shion as he constantly kept moving his legs while you both drove back to the headquarters.

"Hmph! Fine!", he added. The driver asked, "The usual route?" to which Madarame replied, "Nope. The U-turn!"

Noticing his restlessness you placed your palm on his thighs, whispering, "Relax! I'm fine." Looking at you, he leaned forward almost mumbling, "The Papa would kill me if something were to happen to you!"

"Fine, so you were just worried about yourself!", you added feeling a little relaxed because he isn't just the person to give a fuck.

You were about to lean back but he grabbed your palm, running his index finger upon your scars, saying "if I —If I can't protect you, you'll have more of this." You froze as he tilted his face to a side, taking his lips near your earlobes, saying, "I'm worried about you." giving you a tingling sensation until he pressed his cold lips against your heated cheeks.

"Stop the car!", you commanded and as he did you asked him, that you have been dying to ask since the first day, "How long have you been saving me from him?"

"Long before I met you.", he says looking outside the window. He clicks his tongue saying, "Papa had eyes on you. That's why you were treated differently in the brothel and I was asked only to bring that customer because he betrayed us and broke the code.

Now! Can we get moving please, I'm getting hungry!", he ends trying to lower the window but you pulled him by grabbing his collar kissing him, sucking his lips. He took you so easily as if he has been wanting this, waiting for this.

You quickly positioned yourself on his lap, still kissing as he slipped his hands under your tee, unhooking your bra, gently running his cold fingers over your boobs. The metal rings ignite your skin making you pull out with a loud gasp.

He placed you against the window. Taking off your lowers, he positions his mouth near your entrance. Taking your naked butt cheeks in his firm hold he licks your folds.

It's cold, the metal ring gives shivers as he squeezes a little staring at your peachy folds. "Ready?", before you could nod he slips his tongue followed by a broad lick between your folds. The tongue piercing nudging the sides makes you moan. He paused, looking at your perked nipples through the gulf of your curves.

"Wait. You can't make the driver stand like that?"

"Yeah? who's gonna stop me?", he says slurping your juices, eating you out like a starved man.

You cup his face pulling him into a kiss and as you break the kiss, you mumble the impossible,

"Madarame! Why don't we just get rid of him? you asked.

"I was just wondering that!", he added kissing you back.

Kokonoi: Koko showed up fully drench without dropping any text leaving you awestruck. "I thought you'd never come back", you blurted out. "If things like these keep happening", he pauses and takes a breather still standing at your doorstep. "I might never show up again!"

He steps in as you pull him by grabbing his sleeves. He's drenched from head to toe. But not too much since his gang jacket was a kinda savior. "Dry your hair, you're gonna catch a cold," you say as you handed him the towel.

Without much protests, he takes it from your hands while his cold fingers brush against yours. He keeps ruffling his wet hair as you grab his hand to guide him to your room. He seems exhausted. He seems miserable. "Want some coffee?" You ask as he sits on the floor. He never sits on your bed, never until you ask him to.

He nodded to decline your request. You made yourself comfortable on your bed as you lay propped on your elbow inches away from his nape. He was still dabbing his hair dry. As his hands reached his nape you took the towel from his hand giving him aid.

"Where were you all these days?"

"Out!" Koko replies.

"Gang stuff?"

He turns his gaze towards you and then retreats staring down at the floor. Keeping the towel aside you grazed your fingers on his nape, around the collar flapping it up. "What are you doing?", he asked with a surprising tone, getting all flustered.

"Nothing! Just playing!", you whisper into his ears making his jaw clench. He parts with your tender touches saying, "I should leave!" to which you said,"already?". He doesn't answer. As he turned around, you jumped out of the bed wrapping your arms around his chest. Before he could react, you let out a soft long sigh exclaiming, "Oh Koko…" melting him under your touch. His hands curl in a fist but ultimately he gives in to his reflex. He unlocks your embrace protesting, "don't sneak up on me like that!", gasping for breath. Of course, he's out of breath. He hasn't shown up for days, he's so starved for your touches. "Koko, can I hug you?", you ask.

He just nods. You jump into his arms as he wraps his hands around your back, sinks his face into your shoulders. "Don't deny me, Koko! All I ask is you to be safe", you whisper while he gently sways his body along with yours. You pull his flipped collar rubbing off your lips against it. "You didn't just- yep I did! You cut him off taking his tone of talk. He hurriedly makes his way towards the mirror, inspecting the lipstick mark you just made. "Guess, I've to get a new one 'cause no way in hell I'm giving this for dry cleaning."

Sanzu: He screeches as you dab a cotton ball at the outward corner of his left eye." It hurts" he says swaying away from your course. You let out a chuckle at his whine. "What's so funny?", he asked with annoyance. "Nothing just wondering who did this to you." was your reply.

He grabs your upper arms tightly, pulling you close, close enough to let his breath touch yours. He rubs his cheeks against yours, letting you feel his scars. He often does that. He thinks, it scares you. It's quite the opposite. He fears if he opens up about it, he might not stop. He fears that his emotions might become a river that makes you often wonder what mountain did give him such a shame.

You tilt your face & kiss his scars, cheeks, at the corner of his eye. He calms down for a while. He was seated at your bed while you were on the lower step of a double-folding couch. Grabbing your cheeks staring at your plush lips he sinks his lips into yours. Sucking until you gasp out of breath, low moans escaping both of your lips.

As he retreats he says, "I like you in this way, uncorrupted" staring right into your eyes. He smells different today. He smells like violence & desolation that rusted your nostrils. His hands rest on the bed as you pull him by gripping his collar. His eyebrows became congested, unable to enquire your thoughts. You kissed his lips, moving on to his neckline. As your lips danced against his neck, he wrapped his hands around your back squeezing you into his embrace. He lets out soft low groans as you use your teeth. You bit near his collar bone making him jolt. "Does it hurt?" you asked.

"It does but this one's 'kay" he cooes.

And you both burst into laughter. You were still in his embrace. He guides you into his lap as he nuzzled against your boobs. "What's this, Ummm", you asked to which he replied, "I've to return the favor". He bites your chest line, just above your tits. You moan out as he marks your chest. As he retreated he said, "I wanna ruin you so bad."

Manjiro: Your eyelids couldn't stay apart anymore. Head went all mushy. "So soft!", you mumbled as you flopped on the bed. "what the hell!", a yell echoed as your phone rang. "It's me! Open the back window" & it call ended. As you opened the back window of your room, your eyes met his.

There he was, standing with one of his hands shoving the phone inside the pocket & the other waved at you. His white gang coat lay over his shoulders. His face & right hand had slight splotches of blood. "Yeah, get in!", You added as you took a few steps back.

He swiftly adjuted his feet onto the leveled zone for leverage & within a blink of your eyes his slim, lean stature propelled inside your room as his hands gripped the windowpane for the final push. He rubbed his pants to get rid of the dirt." What the fuck? why are you dressed like this?", he asked with shock in his eyes.

You wore a short one-piece that ended just above your knees, a pair of black pumps. A chocker around the v-neckline with a matching pair of a stud. "What the hell? Why are you all covered with blood even though you don't have a single scratch?", you tartly replied. He averted his eyes." I need to get changed too if you haven't noticed", he speaks in an apologetic tone.

You eyed him to the washroom saying that his previous set of dresses that he left on his last visit is at the utmost corner of your cupboard. Meanwhile, you changed your clothes & grabbed two cold beer cans from the fridge. He was sitting on your bed when you entered your room. As you handed him one, he spoke, again: "that color doesn't suit you at all!"; eyes lurking at your painted lips. "Shit, now I've to wash my make-up too!That's too much work", you whined while his eyes now scanned your neck that was adorned with a choker necklace.

He finished his drink quite faster than you. He turned around, beer still in his grab. He handed you a handkerchief, which was yours; mouth playing with the fluid forming cheek-bulges. You cocked an eyebrow as you understood his thoughts.

Of course, how could you possibly deny his intimidation! His facial features relaxed as you took it. Grabbing his hand to gain access to his neckline, you're crashing your lips in his neck. He shrieked with a low moan while his grab went tight on the beer can. Just soft, dry kisses to get rid of the lip paint. But when you wanted to pull away,he scoops you swiftly onto his lap. Without giving much of a time to protect he removes your bra sucking your nipples ,eyes piercing your senses as he moans and sucks like a starved man.

"mmgh,stop!", you huff pulling away. He stared at you, a gaze that was asking for more. "Go all on bossy on your gang members not on me Sano!", You tartly replied. He smirked and exclaimed, "Oh! I would. I definitely would if this is the result!"

Actor Hanma Shuji is reserved, observative and sarcastic when he opens his mouth. He likes to sit back and enjoy the hubbub going on in the film industry. With his dashing aura, waltzing through the stage for receiving the award, he shoots a majestic smile while bowing down just after receiving the award.

Actor Hanma Shuji is kind, warm, and grateful to his fans. There was this one time when he was asked to read "thirst-tweets" and oh my god ! he couldn't stop blushing; on top of that, he has such a rainbow range of comebacks. Even hosts from the different shows like to invite him, have his presence around them.

Actor Hanma Shuji is witty, charismatic, and likes to shut his rivals with a smirk rather than putting his mouth to some nasty business. He saves it for you, yes you, who didn't go unnoticed following him around at his every step. Of course, you had to, being his assistant you had to follow him everywhere he goes.

Hanma who first noticed you while his mini shoot was threatened by you, by your breathtaking beauty. You just happened to be there hunting for a part-time job. He wasn't even famous back then; when his eye set on you with sinful desires.

At that moment, all he wanted was you. He was so taken aback by your talk, kindness, warmth that he simply walked to you asking, "Can I help you with something?"

"Oh!", you gasped out stepping backward as his orbs fixated on you. "No! I'm 'kay... I'm here as a reference", a hopeful beam coats his lips as you continue to babble but it doesn't get through him. He thinks, 'yeah she is amazing; Ah♡! so cute when she licks her lip in between talking'

"So, you're looking for a part-time job? I think I just might be of help", he stated as your lips came to a pause. You, being surprised by his approach in the first place thought it might be worthy and it was.

Actor Hanma Shuji likes to keep it professional; he doesn't even bother to look at you when you're adjusting his tie, tucking a rose in his patch pocket just before his speech. It has always been like that since the first day of your work. There is a light rumor in the industry about him having a relationship with you but HE JUST DOESN'T CARE. The only thing he cares about is how you should never be the icon for the judgment, the topic for gossip.

Actor Hanma Shuji often gives his chauffer holidays just to make you sit on his lap as he gropes your ass-cheeks, burying his face in your cave of chest, talking about his days. "Do you know how hard it was not to look at you the whole time? I went nuts when you came wearing the dress I sent you yesterday." You pucker your lips inward humming, "mmhmm" while cupping his face rubbing his cheeks with your thumb in circles. He immediately shuts your ecstasy for having him so hungry for you with a long, harsh kiss making you go breathless.

Actor Hanma Shuji just after receiving an award just can't wait to fuck you in his room, in his bed. "Oh Baby! All this fame, all this glory is ALL FOR YOU", he whispers as he keeps your hands at one place by a firm grip while the other exploits your clit folds. He just can't seem to keep his hands off when you are being like this, needy, moaning under his every touch.

Actor Hanma Shuji texts you the place and time if he needs a quickie. He can't take you everywhere because you too have a life and he respects it but fails miserably at maintaining it. Just when he texts you, he has his cock, pumping with his hand, rubbing his foreskin, fingers coating with precum as he listens to your recorded moans. Yep, he loves to record your moans. If you don't get back at him right at that moment he won't hesitate to send you voice notes and oh dear! he doesn't warn.

Actor Hanma Shuji who set his sinful eyes on the first day he met you has you wrapped around his fingers like a pet doll. He even gets offended when you stare at him while he is busy shooting and of course, why wouldn't he be? He keeps you safe from those vicious devouring stares and you dare to ruin that just by staring at him, at his sweaty muscular chest while giving him a towel during his break.

But he understands, given his irresistible affection for you he understands, and when the whole world is busy, ears jamming with noises, eyes fixating on everything but not the two of you: he kisses your cheeks giving you an ass-squeeze whispering, "Please! stop that." and dances out into the shooting set like nothing ever happened; leaving you all peachy.

No one interested him tonight, he's not one to shy away from hook ups either, until you appeared. Your pictures are full of warm smiles, and your bio talks about your interests. Nothing superficial or extravagant either, just simple little things that make you happy, and it makes his heart melt from the sheer genuineness of your personality. He hasn’t had that on this app for a long time, and it makes a tiny fire spark in his chest.

He taps on the voice message included on your account.

“Hi, um, I don’t really know what I’m doing. This is the first time I’ve been on a dating app. I would love some patience when you message me! I’m a little slow to texts. Uh… I’m looking for someone who I can get along with before I consider dating them… Oh! And I have a pet cat! If you like cats too, we can bond over that… Thank you for listening!”

Oh, you ramble when you’re nervous too. That tiny fire travels to his gut, pools into something lascivious, and buzzes in delight—burns in his loins.

Your voice is just as adorable, honeyed, and effervescent. Not too fast or high-pitched, doesn’t sound monotone or flat, and it rises and falls in a mellifluous lilt. It’s perfect and it suits you, sounds fitting when he pictures your laugh in that meadow.

He swipes right and introduces himself in your DMs before he leaves to shower. Thirty minutes later a text comes in, displayed on his lock screen.

hi! it’s nice to meet you mitsuya!

Mitsuya replies to you while he ruffles his hair dry, a small quirk of his lips lifting into a tiny smile.

Like this, the both of you go on to talk about a bunch of icebreakers. By the end of the day, right until he’s wishing you a good night, the both of you have gone through so many questions that he feels like he has a grasp of your personality now.

First of all, you’re adorable. When Mitsuya brings up a topic, you almost mimic his tone, and the both of you turn into commentators reviewing whatever’s popped up. There are lots of jokes that came out of that already, and he’s laughed a few times.

He falls asleep with the image of you in that cute sundress frolicking in the meadow but he dreams of your dress hiked up to your hips and you bouncing on his dick. He curses when he feels soaked sheets as soon as he wakes up and sees a tent in his pants, a twitching wet patch where the tip rests. He spent an hour of his morning fucking his fist before he actually got ready for the day.

A few weeks pass by where the both of you keep texting. You take pictures of your meals and drinks, snacks and desserts. He takes pictures of the sketches he makes and the clothes he’s in the process of sewing. Conversations range from what new show, manga, anime, or book you’ve started, any movies, restaurants, stores that you recommend, or any activities or hobbies you’ve been into lately.

During all this, he notices two other things about you.

Second of all, you’re a little witty. You come up with quick quips and reactions to his messages and that turns into banter. Which leads him to the third thing—you always freeze up and shy away from sexting. Whenever the conversation happens to gain traction towards one direction that gets Mitsuya aroused, his texts bordering on flirty, you take a step back and play it off like a joke before rerouting to safer territory.

Mitsuya thought he offended or creeped you out, so he held back the words he wanted to tell you deep down, but that was until you initiated a sexting situation.

You’re talking about a conversation you had with a friend over her boyfriend, and you brought up how he chokes her, saying, ‘damn. when will that happen to me.’

To which Mitsuya replies, ‘i can do that for you, if you want.’

Then you say, ‘is that what you like, sweetheart?’

Mitsuya’s breath hitches and that pit in his belly throbs. He quickly types out, ‘i could do more than just choke you, baby.’

Three dots came up on your end for three solid minutes before you text, ‘lmao.’

Mistsuya stares at his phone for a long time, lust and a little annoyance simmering in his gut, then he replies ‘right?’ and moves on, but he keeps a tally in his mind.

He’ll bring it up in due time. That he will.

A month more of conversation, ones that lead to no breaches into sexual territory anymore, and you both finally decided on meeting up.

The location would be a coffee shop right in the center of town.

Mitsuya walks in ten minutes earlier, orders a cup of coffee for the both of you, one black and one sweetened, and waits, looking out the window. You arrive right on time, black pleated skirt swishing around your mid-thighs, white button-down tucked in, and clean white sneakers on your feet, pink ankle socks with bunnies wrapped around the hem.

He smiles at that.

When you look around, Mitsuya waves a hand and your eyes light up in recognition. Clutching the tiny purse on your side, you walk over to him.

“Hi.” You slide into the seat, smiling at him, and Mitsuya’s heart beats a little faster in his chest.

His smile feels warm, and his voice feels smooth flowing out of his mouth. “Hi, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

You bring your hands on the table and curl your fingers, fidgeting and picking at your nails. Gold earrings and your silver necklace catch onto the sunlight pouring in from the window.

Mitsuya takes a sip of his warm, deliciously bitter coffee.

You look down to see a cup of your own and you quickly glance back up. “Did you buy this for me?”

He nods, elbows on the table, cup nursed in his hands.

“Thank you. How much did it cost? I have to pay you back.”

Mitsuya shakes his head. “No need. It’s on me, and I arrived a few minutes earlier, so it’s the least I could do while I was waiting.”

You bite your lip, small pout pushing your lips out. “Okay then.” You scratch your cheek a little. “Is it okay if I order some food to eat.”

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes shine and flare up in determination as you lean forward. “Would you like something too?”

Mitsuya’s lips curve a little higher as he puts his cup down, and links his hands together, propping his chin on them. “Nope, s’all you.”

You slouch back in defeat. He had an inkling that your clever little brain would plan something to get back at his favor.

That’s too bad because Mitsuya thinks he’s gonna like spoiling you.

You grab the attention of a nearby waiter and ask for a menu, flipping through the pages of the plastic wrap, humming a little tune Mitsuya doesn’t know the name of.

He closes his eyes and takes in his surroundings.

You’re in front of him, citrusy perfume whirling around the table. The store is slightly loud with small chatter. Glass cups and trays clink quietly around you as forks clash here and there with the plates. The entrance bell tinkles when someone new arrives. The smell of coffee and bread and sweets is starting to mix with your perfume, and Mitsuya takes a deep breath before he blinks his eyes open.

His heart is steady once again in his chest, his mind clear of unnecessary thoughts and worries, and his eyes are blessed with the sight of you in front of him.

All is calm and everything feels right.

Mitsuya likes this, likes you. He likes how your presence feels so natural and comfortable next to his. He likes how it enhances his senses sometimes.

(Because that’s the thing about love, right? Makes the world a little more beautiful.)

Texts are one thing but face-to-face meetings are another, and just because you enjoy texting each other, doesn’t mean you’ll like what you see when you finally meet. He knows this from trying about ten to twenty dates through the same app you met on, knows dating apps can be just as destructive as they are convenient.

They’re a double-edged sword.

“How many people have you been with? Anyone I need to watch for?”

When something feels this right, it’s obvious to pursue what's making you feel that way.

“No one. I’ve never dated before.”

A beat passes as the table turns quiet. You closed the menu, went back to picking at your nails. Ashamed. Embarrassed. That’s no good. You shouldn’t feel bad about that. There’s nothing wrong with it. There’s nothing wrong with you.

“No one had a crush on you in high school? College? Not even junior high?”

“Oh. Um, I was never considered attractive back in school.”

Mitsuya feels like that’s a lie, but when he sees no change in your expression, he realizes that is actually the truth. Disbelief and utter shock paints his face and with it comes a tiny spark of irritation that no one, absolutely no one, found you attractive or even let themselves think about it for a second, but then relief slowly crawls in.

That means there’s no pesky exes, or competition trying to take you away from him.

His smile gets a little wider, canines nudging at the edge of his lips. “Is that so? No one thought you were cute?” he tilts his head, stare inquisitive, and your mouth opens and closes at how he’s taking offense. For you.

“No.”

“That’s a shame. You’re beautiful, baby.”

Your eyes glaze over as you turn away, pout back on your face. You look a little touched and Mitsuya leans forward, resting his hands on the table withi his palms up. He curls his fingers up and down and you give him your hands. He cradles them.

“Hey, I’d be happy to be your first boyfriend.”

(I’d be happy to just be yours.)

“I just wanna know if you’d give me the chance to. I really like you, wanna know if you like me too.”

Your lips quiver and Mitsuya sees your eyes getting wet. Ah, you’re gonna cry at this rate, but then you open them wide and blink away the tears.

“Yeah... I like you too, Mitsuya.” You respond in a tiny voice that wobbles.

He chuckles. “There’s no need to cry. I’m not going anywhere.” But then a thought comes to mind. “Didn’t you ever hook up with anyone, or go on any dates?”

You shake your head, confusion clear in your eyes. “I get scared when I meet new people, so I don’t feel comfortable meeting matches too soon, and a lot of the time, they get bored after a week.”

“You’ve… never sexted or shared nudes?” You look away flustered, shaking your head.

Mitsuya rubs your hands gently. So that’s why you always freeze up, awkward and confused on where to go from there.

That must mean you’re a virgin too.

A tiny seed of arousal buries itself in his gut, but it gets overshadowed by the love and care that bleeds from his heart and drips to his stomach.

Mitsuya tongues his jaw. That little spark of irritation from earlier returns twice as hard. He knows why those people you were talking to got bored after a week, they only wanted your body, didn’t think about how you were looking for an emotional connection. He knows because the same thing happened to him a couple times. Countless matches have told him he had a pretty face and wanted to see if his dick was just as pretty, and no matter how many times he said he just wanted to talk, they would keep pushing.

After all, dating apps can be a double-edged sword. They’re also perfect for people to hook up and have relationships based purely on sex.

He’s not gonna be like them at all. He’ll take it nice and slow, wait until you’re ready to progress the relationship. For now, he’ll get you used to kisses, hugs, and caresses as your first boyfriend.

(But that doesn’t mean he's going to play fair.)

Mitsuya’s first plan of action is at a movie theater, also the place you’ll be having your first date.

When he picks you up at your house, you come out glowing, dressed casually in baggy jeans, a sweater over a turtleneck, and a tote bag on your shoulder. He drives you to the theater and before getting in line for the concession stand, you tug his sleeve.

Pulling a strap off your shoulder, you hold the bag open. “I have candy, napkins, and hand sanitizer for us. We don’t have to buy much. Maybe some drinks and popcorn?”

Mitsuya chuckles and takes your hand before walking to the line. You’re so cute. God. He squeezes you tight, hoping that distracts him from kissing you. If he does that here and now, that’ll just spur you into a huge mess, maybe cause a meltdown. He feels like it’ll be better if he asks you before, so you can prepare yourself, and he already planned on doing it tonight after the movie, right before you head inside your house.

He orders a large popcorn and two fountain drinks, he gets coke and you get sweet tea. He kind of guessed this earlier, but you really do have a sweet tooth. The candies in your bag consisted of bite-sized chocolates, a small bag of jolly ranchers, tootsie rolls, coffee-flavored hard candy as well as toffee-flavored ones, a toblerone bar, a variety of milkita candies, and salt caramel chocolate, which is probably the only candy he actually likes out of the ones you brought along with the coffee-flavored ones.

You both walk into the theater just as the ads end.

It’s a little full, but the top three back rows are empty. You walk to the very top and sit right in the middle. Situating yourself and putting your drink in the cup holder, you reach for some popcorn Mitsuys set on the armrest between your seats.

The movie starts with a band of numbers dancing and flickering in an empty space of white, then it moves to a high school basking in the warm summer sun, cicadas chirping around a baseball field.

Three people talk on the mound.

While you’re watching the screen, Mitsuya turns his eyes away during memorable parts. When the karaoke scene plays, the lights illuminate your eyes in the dim space. When it’s the part where the friend gets hurt, you tense up, hands gripping the sidearms so tight, looking as if you’ll bolt at any second following the main character’s lead.

You play through so many different emotions and Mitsuya's terribly charmed by that.

He puts an arm over your shoulders but not quite touching, resting it on the back of your chair, and he leans to the left until he’s molded to your side, whispering his comments. Your eyes never stray from the screen, and you laugh at Mitsuya's little jokes. When you have something to say, you whisper it from your spot, Mitsuya close enough to hear.

When the final scene plays, the male lead confesses his feelings to the female lead and that he came from the future.Your eyes get a little shinier, glossing over with tears. He says that he’ll wait for her as the camera turns to her crying, reaching her arms out for him, but when it pans back to him, he’s gone.

As the scene slowly plays of her sobbing, Mitsuya’s heart twists in desperation, his fingers twitching, hand feeling empty centimeters from yours and an inkling of doubt plays in his head.

He has wanted to kiss you ever since you stepped in his car. He doesn’t think he can last until you get home, and

He decides that he wants to kiss you in the movie theater instead. Mitsuya grabs your hand, your head turns to him. He looks at you with determined eyes and you feel something heavy in the air, but it’s not scary—never with Mitsuya—it’s almost exciting in a way. Anticipation rushes through your veins, tingles buzzing and prickling your skin in a series of goosebumps.

“Can I kiss you?”

It’s comforting, the soft way Mitsuya asks you. He's not intimidating, nor do you feel nervous or scared off by his eagerness, and the mood feels right, so you say, “Yeah.”

As the credits roll, soft music in the background, Mitsuya closes his eyes and leans in. You do the same. When your lips touch, it’s electric, warm, and heartfluttering.

He keeps his lips pressed against yours a second more, then he’s pulling back. Your eyes slowly blink open, the delicate curve of your wispy lashes flutter up, onyx pupils glazed over and sparkling.

His heart beats in his throat.

“Can I do it again?” Mitsuya whispers.

You nod your head, and your lips gravitate towards each other.

This time, you feel his lips move, up and down. You follow his lead, clutching onto the sleeve of his shirt, heart beating a second faster than before and stomach erupting in butterflies.

When you pull back, the credits are done and the lights are just turning on. You both gaze at each other with glossy eyes, pupils big and irises shining.

Mitsuya’s eyes are purple, maybe a lilac. You didn’t know that. His pictures aren’t close enough to catch the light in them.

He brings your hands up and kisses them too. “I should take you home. It’s late.”

You lick your lips, which feel a little plumper and swollen. Mitsuya glances down for a second and you look away with warm ears when you notice.

“Okay.”

The day ends with another kiss in his car, a hand on the back of your neck that rubs and caresses the soft skin. The touch makes you shiver and tremble, and you felt him smiling into the kiss, but when you pull back, his eyes were so kind and loving that you couldn’t get mad at his teasing.

“Goodnight, sweet girl.”

You pout as you make your way out, mumbling, “Goodnight, meanie.”

You hear Mitsuya’s laugh before you shut the car door close and he waves at you, making sure you unlock the door of your apartment complex and walk through before he drives off.

After that first date, you aren’t able to have another one for a week or two because the both of you became busy with work, but you still text each other frequently, even more than when you started talking.

When Mitsuya remembers your conversations, a small curve in the corners of his mouth forms and he has to hide it behind a hand, or a tiny snort slips out while he’s drawing, cooking, showering, brushing his teeth, or any other task.

Mitsuya feels like you’ve been intruding his mind lately, but he schemes what other things he can get you used to. He definitely wants to move up to kisses where he can stick his tongue inside your mouth, and much more.

—

You sneeze in your little office booth, shivers crawling down your spine. It feels a little cold, but you were just fine earlier.

As you pack up your things and wrap up some last-minute documents, you get a text from Mitsuya asking if you’re free next weekend. The annual sales your department had to calculate just finished, you can stop taking work home and you can stop working overtime. You send him your okay, bright glow on your face and you whistle a happy tune.

The next week rolls by fairly quickly. Mitsuya and you are in a nice restaurant that has intricate chandeliers and decorations, classical music playing, and lively chatter that doesn’t sound too rambunctious. A waiter walks you to a table towards the back that’s next to a window which overlooks the street outside, where hundreds of people cross a big intersection, tall buildings and neon signs lighting up the city. It’s pretty, and you keep your eyes on the window as they trail over a woman walking with her child in hand. She swings their intertwined hands and the kid smiles at the loving gesture.

You feel your lips moving with theirs as they cross the street and disappear into the crowd. Taking your eyes back to the table, you get spooked by Mitsuya who’s already looking at you.

His smile curls up in amusement. “Do you like the restaurant?”

You clear your throat. “Yeah, it’s nice, especially the view.”

He nods and leans back, lacing his hands together as he places them on his crossed legs. “How’s your week been?”

You open your mouth to answer, but the sound of shoes clacking against oak flooring interrupts you. “Hi, I’m terribly sorry for the wait. Here’s your menu. I’ll be back in twenty minutes to get your order. Thank you for dining with us.”

Two menus are placed on the table and you take one, flipping through the pages. Your stomach grumbles reading through all of the dishes.

Mitsuya’s calm, deep voice rings through your ears and latches on, taking your attention away from the pictures.

“You didn’t answer my question.” His tone is harsh.

“Oh…” Mitsuya waits patiently for you to continue, but there’s a glint in his eyes that makes you nervous.

There’s a thousand different things you can bring up, your mind doesn’t know what to start on, so you settle for simple pleasantries. “Good! How was yours?”

“What about it was good?” The width of his smile looks intimidating, he looks intimidating.

“Uh, I got to meet up with my friends.”

“That’s nice. Did you eat any good food? Get anything nice to drink? Anything sweet for yourself?”

“I- We ordered a lot and shared, so I probably ate about two meals worth of food.”

“And?”

You think for a moment. “I also drank a lot of beer with them that day, but I made sure to drink lots of water too, and I crashed at one of their houses.”

Mitsuya looks at you like he’s waiting for something else, waiting to hear something more specific, but you can’t put your finger on it.

“I was with them the whole day.”

His eyes curve into little crescents and shine, but they look so cruel, demanding. “That’s terrific, baby. But not what I wanna hear.”

Your heart aches a bit, trembling deathly quiet in your chest at his disappointment. Mitsuya’s smile is gone. It hides behind his latched hands in front of his mouth, and his droopy eyes look sharper. You feel like he’s poking and prodding at your brain, beady eyes trailing across your body and only then do you realize what you have on. A beautiful dress for the occasion with off-the-shoulder sleeves and a low cut neckline that shows your cleavage, the charm hanging from your necklace resting between the fat of your breasts.

The air around your table turns suffocating as you shrink under his heavy gaze that’s boiling hot on your skin, and something about it has you squirming, has your insides heat up and pulse as you wrack your brain for a good answer. The quiet music of the restaurant rises to a crescendo as the song reaches its climax, turbulent violin strings screech and the tempo increases, the brutal thumps of your heart following along. Does he want to know about your whole day? Do you tell him that you drank too much and almost blacked out? Do you tell him that nothing bad happened to you in the end?

“I… never left their side. Didn’t get caught up in anything shady. Kept myself safe.”

It takes a few seconds for the words to sink in, but the scary glint eases into that sleepy-eyed look you’ve gotten fond of, they fade until his eyes turn into that bright lilac they usually are, and his kind smile returns as his hands move under his chin.

“Good.”

You shiver at the baritone pitch of his voice, the sound shooting straight to your core, and your mouth opens and closes foolishly trying to respond to that. How do you even respond to a statement like that? Your stomach feels hot, so does your face and neck, and your heart flutters a little slower in your chest, happy again.

“Hi! Have you decided on your orders?”

You flinch at the interruption a second time but take a deep breath of relief when you feel his eyes shift to the waitress. He orders his food, asks what you want, and orders for you too. She leaves once again, and you’re left on the receiving end of Mitsuya’s eyes, but they’ve softened completely, no harsh edges or dull lines.

“You asked me about my week, right?”

Your body gradually relaxes when Mitsuya starts talking about a fashion show he participated in as one of the guest designers for a friend who was modeling that runway.

The food arrives half an hour later, right as he’s telling you about Hakkai, and how proud he was of him, watching from the crowd. She places down Mitsuya’s medium-rare steak and virgin mojito, your chicken alfredo, cinderella cocktail, and fries.

You dig into the food and hum when the creamy, rich alfredo lands on your tongue, the chicken juicy, and the noodles al dente.

“Is it good?”

Nodding your head, you twist the fork in your plate, ready for the next bite, but Mitsuya reaches over and cups your chin. You swallow the remaining chunks of food in your mouth as his thumb presses into plush lips, and his eyes dull until they become dark and dilated like they were earlier.

That same hungry glint returns and your thighs clench underneath the table. You can’t look away, you want to, but you can’t. A simmering heat in your stomach keeps you rooted to the spot. Then Mitsuya smiles, eyes closing, hiding them from you.

“There was something on your mouth. Got it.” His hand drops to his side, going back to his food like you weren’t on the verge of something intense.

After that second date, you’ve noticed a series of strange events, Mitsuya at the center of it all. He does things that make your stomach twist and turn, have your legs shaking, but then he pulls away and leaves you feeling empty and disappointed. You’ve kept a good mental list of each event, wondering what this desperation and yearning in your heart was.

The third date and first occurrence is dinner at Mitsuya’s house.

You have his apron on, while his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, silver watch the only accessory decorating his arm, and he’s beside you, instructing you on how to properly cut green onions because you had your fingers splayed out and nearly brought the knife down on them.

He moves behind you. “Okay, grip onto the green onions just like that. Yes, now curl your fingers until that middle bone is sticking out, and when you cut something, keep the knife straight so the flat side hits into that bone. And make sure you don’t raise the knife higher than your fingers.”

When you finally finish cutting, you try to turn around and thank Mitsuya, to see how proud he looked.

“Good girl. Just like that, baby.”

You freeze. Mitsuya’s arms are wrapped around your waist and his chin is on your head. “What’s wrong?”

You shake off the giddy beats of your heart at the intimacy of his touch. “Nothing! What should I do next?”

He steps back and unties the apron from behind you with just a tug at one of the strings. You heat up at how similar the loosening of the apron feels to tugging off your clothes. This shouldn’t fluster you so much and you shouldn’t be thinking about that either when Mitsuya’s smiling so sweetly at you. You’re about to have dinner, cooking the food together, in fact.

There’s no room for thoughts like these.

He lifts the collar from your neck and slides the apron on. “Can you boil the water for me? I’ll fry the seaweed and vegetables.”

The both of you make quick work and within an hour, his dining table gets filled with two bowls of miso soup, another two bowls of steaming, hot rice, a plate full of fried veggie tempura and other little edible ingredients like shrimp. You also set two cups of barley tea on either side.

Sitting down, you offer your thanks and dig in.

The soup is refreshing on your tongue, glides down your throat smoothly, and settles in your belly, warming you up from the inside out. You exhale in delight after sipping the soup. A bite of the rice melts in your mouth, adding to that warm, cozy feeling in your stomach that’s starting to sprout in your heart. The fried tempura sides add a nice crunch to the meal, and when you dip it in soy sauce, the flavors get enhanced.

You breathe out a long sigh, but it’s the good kind where your body sags, relaxed and content. This is nice. Eating dinner with Mitsuya is nice.

It looks like he feels the same as he places his chopsticks down. “This is nice. Could get used to this.”

You hum your response as you take a sip of your tea.

Dinner is finished in another twenty minutes and after you wash the dishes, Mitsuya washing them as you dry off the plates, you put them away in his cupboards, and then slouch on the couch, lethargic, full, and content.

Mitsuya turns on the TV, but the both of you aren’t really watching.

You bask in the happiness of your full stomach, eyes closed, commercial jingles playing in the background, and the comfortable silence of Mitsuya’s home that smells like miso soup, a little oil, laundry softener and detergent, and a little whiff of crisp cologne, or maybe that’s because Mitsuya’s sitting next to you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You slowly blink your groggy eyes open and turn your head. Mitsuya stares at you with earnest, bright eyes, and you sit up, not against the question.

“Yeah… I want to kiss you too.”

He cups your cheek, leans in, and your lips touch. They move up and down, molding to each other, the same kiss from the movie theater.

It feels so nice that your mind blanks, letting yourself fall into him, fall into the sensation, and you get a little sleepy with how comforting it is, but then Mitsuya licks your lips and you jolt back.

A small fire builds in your stomach at the new touch and all drowsiness in your system leaves.

“Did I scare you?”

You scratch your head. “No, but it was surprising.”

“Is it okay if I do it again?” You nod and Mitsuya’s smile brightens.

“Good! Can you come here?” He pats his lap, and you stare at it before looking back up, hesitant.

“I can kiss you better this way. Make it feel even better.”

Well, if it makes it easier for you both to kiss, then you guess there’s no harm in it. All you’re doing is sitting on his lap, nothing more.

You slide one knee over his legs and sit on his thighs. “You’re cute, princess, but you’re too far.”

The new pet name makes you shiver, hair standing on end at your nape, skin prickling into goosebumps, and heart fluttering like butterfly wings, but you slide up a little until you’re at the top of his thighs. Mitsuya’s smile gets bigger and his eyes gloss over with adoration, but he grabs your hips and pulls you to him until you’re flush to his body, practically resting over his crotch, and you drop your head in embarrassment, trying to hide yourself from how close he is.

“S’okay, baby. ‘M not gonna do anything to you. We’re only gonna kiss.” He coos and picks your chin up, leans in, and tilts his head, his lips back on yours again.

His tongue licks at you like they were earlier, and your lips wobble before they open up to let him in. Mitsuya hums, and you feel it buzz on that tiny bud at the top of your slit. He licks your tongue as well as your teeth, the backs of it, against your cheeks.

He pulls back. “You gotta kiss me too, baby. Twist your tongue with mine. Try to follow my lead.”

You nod again and his mouth is back on yours. You try to follow after him, lick his tongue, but instead it twists and turns with yours, and you let it. Mitsuya hums into your mouth once more and you moan slightly at how it echoes in your mouth before traveling between your legs, where it lingers.

You pull back, panting. A string of saliva follows.

Mitsuya sees how swollen and red your lips are, glistening with spit and leftovers of your vanilla sugar chapstick. When he licks his lips, he tastes it. He sees how wet your eyes are, brimming with tears, and feverish with lust, and drunk off his kisses alone.

Just a simple little french kiss, you’re not even grinding on him, but he can feel the squish of your running slick in your panties, and that gets Mitsuya’s stomach burning, gets his dick twitching in his pants.

You don’t notice as you catch your breath and bury your head in his neck, snuggling into the cozy space and making a home of yourself there. Mitsuya feels how fast your heart beats in your chest and it’s in tune with his. He rubs circles on your back to calm you down, stroking his big hands up and down.

He gives you a few minutes before he asks, “You wanna do it again?”

“Mhmm.” Your head is up again, but this time you kiss him and twirl your tongue around his. it's a little shaky, but Mitsuya is so turned on by how eager you become that he groans.

You learn to breathe through your nose, follow the soft rise and fall of his chest, but you do have to pull back for air sometimes because of how much he sucks and bites at your lips, how roughly he kisses you, steals your breath away. You rest your chin on his shoulder while you catch your breath, puffs of air hitting his ear.

Mitsuya’s hands don’t stop roaming, even when he gets to your hips, he slides his hands further down and all of a sudden he’s cupping your ass from below your skirt, rubbing the soft, smooth skin of your backside before he hooks a finger in your panties and snaps it on you.

That makes you squeal in surprise. Mitsuya rubs where the band hit you, the area warm.

He kisses your neck and shoulders, gives your ass one final squeeze before he’s asking, “I should probably take you home now, shouldn’t I?”

You think for a second about how there’s a simmering heat in your stomach, how hot it feels between your legs, how you can feel your folds quiver from want, and how you feel the tiniest shift of something wet running down your entrance.

You want Mitsuya to do more to you, but he talks first before you can, still rubbing your ass that you just now noticed he didn’t stop doing.

“Let’s get you home.”

Playing with the belt loop of his pants, you utter, “Mitsuya—”

“Let’s. Get you home.”

You pick your head up and stare at him. His eyes are still bright but rigid, like he’s not taking no for an answer, and you realize that something hard has been touching your thigh.

“Oh… Okay.”

Mitsuya tells you to head out first before him, tucking his dick into the waistband of his boxers as soon as you’re out the door.

The next time you meet up isn’t a date, but it’s a little bit of an emergency. Mitsuya called you tonight to see how you were doing, only to get alarmed by your sniffles and teary voice.

As soon as you tell him that something happened at work, he rushes over to your house. Which is where you’re at now, pacing back and forth in your living room, nervous about something, and Mitsuya looks up from his spot on the floor.

He stops you with a hand on your wrist. “Hey, c’mere,” and pulls you down to sit next to him, but you fall into him instead, in the space between his crisscrossed legs. Your body tenses up and pauses. Mitsuya does the same, but it’s to steady you.

A quick second and a breath later, he puts his arms around you to pat your back.

“S’okay. There’s nothing you need to worry about,” he whispers in your ear sweetly.

You slump into his touch and hug his shoulders. He hears small sniffles, so he gives you a soft peck on the head and keeps stroking your back. The sniffles get smaller until he can’t hear them anymore, just deep, slow, even breaths. Mitsuya almost thinks you fell asleep on him until a particularly soft trace of your spine makes you utter out a tiny moan. Then he hears the obscene squelch of your pussy.

A few seconds pass of Mitsuya breathing and you burying your head in his neck out of embarrassment before he asks, “You want me to take care of you, baby?”

You cling to Mitsuya’s shoulders for a few seconde before humming, and his fingers trail down between your bodies and circles your clit softly through the cotton of your panties. You’re so sensitive, trembling from his touch, juices dripping like cream and staining your panties with a wet patch.

Tiny moans slip out of your mouth against your better judgement in his ear. It drives him insane because you’re so fucking cute.

He takes note of the way your legs twitch and clench against his hips, how easy you’re getting riled up. Mitsuya’s slept with other girls before, and not one of them were ever this sensitive unless they were a virgin, a naive one that never masturbated before, or really liked him.

“Do you not touch yourself?”

A breathy whimper leaves your lips and you hug him tighter, face all hot, but you don’t answer him. Something hot stirs in Mitsuya’s gut. He feels a little teasing when he pinches your clit, just a tiny bit to get you to answer, but your pussy squelches and you squeal, and Mitsuya is so struck by the two sounds that he feels his pants tightening.

Shit, he must be hard.

Finally, he hears you reply in a tiny voice, “Sometimes I can’t get off when I touch myself.”

Oh fuck, that’s hot. Mitsuya’s dick twitches at that. “You can’t make yourself cum, princess?”

You bury your head further in his neck, shake it left and right.

Mitsuya’s stomach boils with lust now as he says, “Want me to help you with that?”

He feels you nod after a second, and he grins as he slides your panties to the side and sticks a finger inside your entrance, his palm bumping into your clit. The loud moan that leaves your lips is erotic, and your legs shake, and Mitsuya falls in love with the sound of your voice. He wants to hear more, so he reaches further with his finger, pushes it in until he feels something spongy, paired with a glide of your clit on his palm, and you heave a shaky breath at the touch.

“What usually feels good for you?”

“I just put my finger inside.”

Mitsuya’s head pauses for a second, hands doing the same thing, latches onto that bit of information and plays it in his head three times over.

“You’ve only been fingering yourself?”

Your heart beats faster in your chest and you sound uncertain of yourself. “The girls from my high school kept saying that masturbation by fingering usually gets them to cum.”

Mitsuya chuckles. “Baby, you need to touch your clit too or you’re not gonna feel that good. Your finger’s too small to reach for your g-spot.”

You take Mitsuya's advice with a hazy mind. “My clit?”

His smile gets a little wider and his canines pop up. “Princess, do you not know where your clit is?”

“No… I know where it is. I just- I didn’t think that’s where it feels good.”

Mitsuya rubs circles into the tiny bud and your legs twitch, a breathy moan leaves your lips.

“That, right there is your clit. Rub circles into it with something wet and you’ll climax within minutes.”

He emphasizes this by fingering you while stimulating the growing bud with grinds of his palm, making sure to nudge into your spongy walls. With each glide, your hips buck, your moans get louder, your breathing gets heavier, and you clutch onto his jacket tighter until Mitsuya feels your walls clamp on his hand. Your hips twitch as you cum, juices squirting out of you in tiny droplets.

Mitsuya continues fingering you, riding out your high, before he stops and lets you breathe.

When your breathing returns to normal and your legs stop shaking, Mitsuya uncrosses his legs, digs his feet into the floor and bends his knees on either side of you.

He scoots back and grips either side of your hips. “Okay. Spread your legs open for me, princess. Lemme see if you understood me.”

Your head shoots up in panic and your eyes dart around his face measuring the seriousness of his words.

“Don’t you wanna be able to cum on your own? Or do you want to call me everytime you wanna cum? I don’t mind that, baby, but I might be busy some days.”

Mitsuya’s smirk is bordering on playful, and he might sound like he’s joking, but he is not. He will gladly make you cum as many times as your little heart desires and then some, if you want, but he also might make you cum until you’re begging him to stop just to hear your whines.

You slowly open your legs and bring your fingers down to your clit, rubbing circles like Mitsuya did earlier and your legs twitch. You must still be a little sensitive, but it’s nothing that’ll harm you.

“That’s right. Just like that. Now keep going.”

You sniffle. “But it hurts, Mitsuya,” and a hiccup works its way up your throat from how hard your heart beats.

“Does it only hurt?”

You hiccup again and shake your head.

“Good. Then you can keep going.”

As you go at a pace that’s not too fast and not too slow, that growing heat in your stomach grows stronger and it bubbles over when Mitsuya removes a hand from your hips, thrusts two fingers inside your entrance again to nudge right at your sweet spot.

You cum again, nectar dripping from your entrance a little thicker and heavier than your first climax, the remnants of it gliding down your thighs, and Mitsuya softly instructs you to keep rubbing your clit and to not stop until that blinding white pleasure in your head calms down.

When it fades away, you take your hand away, and go to close your legs, but Mitsuya’s hands are on your knees, keeping them from closing. He stares down at your pussy with a concentration that shoots a lick of desire in your belly again. Your folds respond to that by fluttering, you can hear the obscene squelch of your juices.

Mitsuya’s mouth parts a bit and his eyes dilate a few centimeters, but when he looks up at you a second later, it’s gone.

“Stay here. I’ll go get some paper towels for you.”

You feel a little bad at how Mitsuya’s done so much for you with nothing done in return, and you’re a little curious to see his dick, to stroke it and see how he cums.

“But Mitsuya, you—”

“Don’t.” He interrupts. “It’s okay. You don’t gotta do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

Mitsuya says that but you glance straight ahead at the very obvious bulge in his pants before you look back up at his eyes, yours glossy in arousal yet worry.

You bite at your lips in apprehension. “Are you sure? I- I think I can help you.”

Mitsuya smiles fondly down at you before he turns and walks away, walks all the way to the bathroom where he unbuckles his belt and pulls downs his pants and boxers in one tug, veiny dick slapping up at his stomach with a splat from how leaky his tip is. He fucks his fist right away and cums in minutes, washes his hands, flushes the paper towels he came in down the toilet, and grabs a handful of new ones for you.

He goes home after he helps you clean up, doesn’t let a single word about your denied help or his pleasure leave your lips.

Laying in bed two hours later after showering and brushing your teeth, you question if it would be too fast to have sex after the next date, and you ponder if you’re really up for it.

Mitsuya is handsome and charming, nice and kind, he even knows your pleasure better than you do, so you don’t think he’s going to make your first time scary. You fall asleep contemplating your non-existent sex life, and how to go about asking him.

The next date is two weeks later at a zoo.

He arrives first again and waits for you, having already bought the tickets online and everything, clad in jeans, a shirt, sneakers, and a jacket, while you're in a long skirt, cardigan, and sneakers, a purse hanging off your shoulder, and a silver ring glinting on your index finger.

“Did you know that I was going to wear blue?”

Mitsuya stares at the blue of your checkered sweater and glances down at his blue jacket before the corners of his lips turn up. “Nope. Just felt like wearing blue today.”

He latches your hands together, grabs a pamphlet, and guides you inside. “Which exhibit do you want to see first?”

Swinging your hands back and forth as you both fall into step, you say, “I wanna visit the butterfly garden!”

The garden was beautiful, lush and rich with green bushes and trees, white daffodils, yellow tulips and sunflowers, purple orchids, and so much more. The air was moist and sweet, you could practically taste the nectar on your tongue. Mitsuya took pictures of you gazing at the flowers and butterflies that circled around you, one landed on your hair and rested there, which you had to keep still for, but it flew off after five minutes, and the droop of your frown was too cute.

Whenever you wanted a picture of the both of you, Mitsuya would ask staff members or other visitors. You saw animal headbands at the souvenir shop outside of the garden, which you insisted the both of you wear, and you were having so much fun that Mitsuya couldn’t find it in himself to ruin that, so you walked around the rest of the park with matching panda ears.

The insects, amphibians, and birds rested in a building that framed their underground or swampy homes perfectly, another section that reminded you of the butterfly garden because of the warm tropical setup, for the moths, birds, and other ground dwellers.

Next was the water area to see the crocodiles, alligators, and turtles. Mitsuya wouldn’t let you go anywhere near the edge of the railing because you almost dropped your phone into the water, leaning forward to film the opening mouth of a gator.

Finally, the last exhibit you saw was the cages for the lions, tigers, and monkeys. You were struck with wonder watching a male lion lick the fur of his mate, mouth parted open when a pair of tiger cubs were batting at each other in a play fight, eyes twinkling when the monkeys copied every movement you did in front of their glass home. Mitsuya never let go of your hand, never kept his eyes off you, and never interrupted you as you babbled on about how amazing all the animals were.

But just before you left, you visited the petting area that had rabbits that would nudge at your shoes with their noses, cats that pawed at Mitsuya for him to scratch their ears, dogs that would not leave the both of you alone, and other domestic animals.

Then once the zoo was done, Mitsuya took you to a restaurant, not a fancy one like your second date but it was cozy. Before he took you home, you asked if you could spend more time together at his house.

So this is where you are now, sitting next to him on the couch, watching a movie he put on. A sex scene plays.as you twiddle your thumbs and nibble your lip, an invitation for sex resting on the tip of your tongue.

“Mitsuya.”

“Mhmm?” His eyes don't leave the TV.

“Do you want to…”

“Yeah?” He finally turns his head away.

“Do you…want to do it.”

“Do what?” His eyebrows furrow a little. “Eat? Are you still hungry? I can cook something quick.”

“No!” You sit up a little more and turn to face him. “Do you…want to have sex?” You murmur.

His brows shoot up, frown twisting his lips. “What brought this on?”

“Well…we haven’t done it yet and I was wondering why.”

“Yeah, because I didn’t wanna pressure you. First times can be scary, and I don’t wanna do it if you don’t want to.” His eyes soften, and that is enough to make you want it more.

“I want to!” Then you say more serious this time. “I really want to, Takashi.”

Mitsuya takes a long and deep breath, and his eyes dilate, the shine to them dulling just a little. You think you might have gotten him in the mood, and that dark look you know very well now is starting to make its way onto his face.

He grips your thigh.

It feels like the gentle dynamics of your relationship are about to change. You’ve always felt like there was something deeper to Mitsuya’s kindness. That there was something about it that wasn’t completely kind, a facade put up to come across as nice and unsuspecting.

“Baby, you shouldn’t joke around with things like that. I said before that I could’ve done more than choke you, and you didn’t take that so seriously.” Mitsuya’s eyes burn with something molten and heady. “So don’t say things you don’t mean.”

A little irritation sparks in your chest. “I’m being serious. I want to do it.” Your voice is spoken clearly and concise. “I want to, Mitsuya. I think I'm ready now.”

A second passes where he looks into your eyes, darting them all over you face to see if you’re actually serious before he hums when you don’t blurt out any rebuttals.

He stands up and grabs your wrist, tugs you to his room and sits you down. His eyes shine again. Lust crackles between you both, and he smirks. “You sure about that now?”

Your voice comes out louder than you thought. “Yes, I’m sure.” You clear your throat, saying more quietly, “I love you, and I trust you, Mitsuya.”

He tongues his jaw and you can see it from the little gap in his mouth. “What happened to ‘Takashi?’ Huh, princess?”

Mitsuya towers over you and you feel yourself shrinking a little, but that pit of desire in your stomach burns. “Takashi, I want you to be my first.”

Something in Mitsuya snaps when he hears that. His dick twitches in his pants and stands up right away as arousal simmers heavily in his gut. And how your pretty voice spun his name? Mitsuya wants to hear it in a scream, wants to hear you whining, moans and babbles and everything in between.

He smiles sharply, a rough tilt of his lips that makes his teeth pop out, eyes dulling to a molten dark purple, swimming with lust, as he leans down to kiss you, and you remember something your friends told you.

When you said you were thinking about sleeping with Mitsuya, they gave you some advice. Told you to get yourself waxed clean and to drink a glass of pineapple juice mixed with unsweetened cranberry juice, and sweetened lime juice, and to drink it with ice if you wanted to. If you did that for the two weeks before you met up with him, then for sure, you would taste good should he go down on you.

Of course, you sputtered about how he shouldn’t have to, but they said if he truly loved you, he would, which ended up happening.

Lying down on the edge of his bed while he hovers over you, a knee digging into the spot next to your hips. Your heart feels funny in your chest, ticklish and light as Mitsuya kisses all over your face and neck, so caught up in him that you don’t notice how they travel lower, to your shoulders, collarbones, chest, stomach hips, and finally, he kneels right in front of your underwear.

When he pulls your panties off and throws it somewhere behind you, his breath fans over your slit. You pick your head up, elbows against the bed with panic written all over your face.

“Wait, Mitsuya. You don’t have to—agh.” Mitsuya pulls you flush to him and takes a whiff of your drooling pussy.

“God, you smell divine, princess. Can’t wait to bury my face in you,” which is what he does as soon as the words leave his lips.

He dives in, face pressed right against your entrance as he laps up your sweet nectar. Your body jolts and your back arches right off the bed. You’ve never had someone go down on you before and while it feels good, there’s tears pooling at your eyes from how intense and overwhelming the sensation is.

Mitsuya’s nose starts to nudge into your clit, and your brain short circuits. You see white as you cum, Mitsuya never stopping the swirls of his tongue inside you, and when you sit up a little to pull his hair or tap his shoulders, all you get in response is a groan that reverberates in your pussy and makes your juices gush out of you.

A minute later, when his tongue still doesn’t stop moving and his pace never slows, the pressure in your stomach comes back stronger and you feel like exploding.

This is when you really tug his hair, next to ripping clumps of it off, your feet kick and dangle at empty air over his shoulders. When that doesn’t work, you try pushing yourself away.

Mitsuya's grip on your thighs gets tight.

You start sobbing, hiccuping from uneven breaths of air. “Mitsu- M-”

Then your back arches off the bed again higher, your toes curl, your eyes roll back, and your mouth stretches open in a silent scream as that boiling heat in your stomach erupts.

Mitsuya pulls away from your pussy, finally, to watch you come undone, sees how your cunt flutters and squirts obscene amounts of cum as your body convulses.

On its final spurt, your pussy finally relaxes but your body still quivers and trembles, and your tears start up again.

“‘M sorry. ‘M so sorry, Mitsuya.” You sniffle. “I peed all over your bed.” You curl up into a ball, turning on your side away from him as your hands come up to hide your face.

Mitsuya’s chest twists in arousal. He thinks he likes seeing you cry, his dick is so hard in his pants that it hurts from the strain, and it’s all because of your misunderstanding. You know nothing about squirting either, or know how good it feels, how hot it is, or how fucking cute you look when you do it.

He gets on the bed and hovers over you fully, kissing your hands and wrapping them around your wrist. “It's okay, princess. It isn’t that bad.”

He tugs your hand down softly and you let him, but you turn your face into the covers, still ashamed, and Mitsuya chuckles. His lips peck every spot on this side of your face. From your cheek, to your temple, an eyebrow, the wing of your eye, and the tip of your earlobe.

“S’okay, baby. You didn’t pee, you squirted, and it’s something that’s normal for girls during sex.”

Your sniffles start to quiet down after you hear that.

“Really?”

He hums. “So don’t be scared, baby. ‘M gonna make you feel so good.”

Giving you a final kiss on your forehead, he sits back on his feet to strip, and the hard lines of his abdominal muscles makes your pussy clench. You gulp. He usually wears baggy clothes, or long sleeves so you’ve never seen any muscles or defined lines to give you any hints, and you ask yourself how that works as he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants, only to gape in disbelief.

The cock that springs out and slaps against his stomach with a dull, heavy thud is something out of a porno. You remember in a blur that your friends tried to get you to watch in preparation for your first time.

It’s big, not too long that it scares you, but it’s tall enough and very thick and hides his belly button. Mostly pink and light, it stands up proud, no tilt to the length like you think you remember seeing from the video, and there’s a thick vein underneath his length that is pulsing in front of you.

Staring at it longer, you take back what you said earlier because it’s actually growing a little taller. Mitsuya’s dick is intimidating, you’re starting to get scared off by it. Maybe if you make it cum once, it shrinks?

He reaches over to open his nightstand drawer and grabs a condom, turns back and sees you eying his dick intensely and horribly inquisitive with a crease of your brow.

Mitsuya laughs. “What’s wrong, baby? It’s not gonna do anything to ya. Promise.”

That sentence ends in a deep puff of air when you wrap your hand around his head. It feels a little large in your hand, but it is wrapped around successfully.

Mitsuya groans and his stomach twitches. “You wanna stroke me, baby?”

You slide down until your hand breaks off from its circle, and you take notice in how you haven’t even reached the base before your hand stopped wrapping around him.

Mitsuya sees you look up with all of the seriousness in the world, your voice, facial expression, and eyes stiff. “Do you think it’s gonna fit?”

Your hand still attached to him shakes with his body, and your eyes bulge from its sockets when you see the thing swing.

“You wanna stop, baby?” He smirks when he sees the disbelief on your face.

People were often surprised when they saw Mitsuya’s dick for the first time, since it doesn’t look as delicate as him. Said it was completely opposite to his pretty face.

You nibble the inside of your lips, contemplating in your mind if you want to continue or not before you submit to curiosity, and you slide back up. While you pump your fist on Mitsuya slowly, he rips off the cover with his teeth, careful to do it at the very edge so the condom doesn’t rip, and he holds it in his hand as he watches you flinch back when a drop of precum starts to run.

“‘S not gonna hurt you.” He coos.

You touch his slit and rub it, fascinated by how precum keeps leaking out. He groans from your fiddling, and his legs shake when you put the tip of your finger against it and push a little.

“Does that hurt?” You ask and look worried and it’s cute, but you also put a little more pressure down on the hole and Mitsuya moans.

“No, but you should stop pressin’ on it, or ‘m gonna cum all over your pretty hands.”

Your lip juts out in a pout, and you squeeze him a bit subconsciously while you think over the consequences of that before your soft hand goes back to stroking, a little faster this time. When Mitsuya feels his balls tightening, he rips your hand off but it goes up a little too fast in his haste, and your nail catches on to that sensitive vein underneath his dick.

He groans and shakes a little, but his hand is quick in squeezing his twitching shaft tightly to stop that eruption of cum. He takes deep breaths to calm the roaring fire in his gut.

He sighs. “That was close, baby. Wouldn’t wanna cum anywhere else but inside you, and I promise that you wouldn’t want me to either.”

Mitsuya slides the condom on and pours the lube right onto his dick that twitches when the gooey substance hits.

He hisses. “Fuck. ‘S cold.”

Rubbing it all over his length, his eyes turn to you and your mouth goes dry at how carnal they look, dark and heady and swimming with lust.

He holds himself with one hand, towers over you even, dick casting a shadow over your face.

“Ready, baby? Promise I won’t hurt ya.” He coos, and you feel your fears melting.

“Yeah. ‘M ready, ‘Kashi.”

His dick twitches again, and his brows shoot up, small quirk of his lips rising in a smirk. “Mhm. Gonna make you scream that all night.”

He kisses you, tongue slipping inside the warm cavern of your mouth, and pushes you down. You go willingly, twisting your tongue with his and licking along his mouth. Saliva seeps out from the corners of your lips. It’s messy and a little desperate, the kiss Mitsuya gives you, which is a vast difference from the soft, comforting ones that make butterflies form in your chest, make your hands reach out for his, and make you fall into him, but this kiss is so much more intense. Much more sensual. You guess this was what he was refraining himself from showing you, and you don’t like that. You want all of him, you love him after all.

You push his chest a bit, the strong, lean muscle bends to your will. “I trust you, Takashi. You can do what you want, if I’m willing to try it out.”

Mitsuya’s eyes widen before they droop and soften again. He pinches your cheek, softly.

(He’d never hurt you.)

“I know, baby. I wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t like. Wouldn’t do anything without telling you either.”

Your heart bleeds of love and you swoon from his careful consideration.

“Taka—” your voice breaks off into a wince, and Mitsuya smiles more sharply above you.

(At least not too much. He thinks he can probably push you around a bit, and you’d take him like the good girl you are.)

“I think you could take some pain though. You can do that for me, can’t you princess?”

He pushes the tip inside and you clench down on him, and his smile never wavers. “Atta girl.”

You shiver at the praise and your heart beats ferociously in joy, but you get a little ticked off at how callous he’s being.

Was Mitsuya always so mean?

You furrow your brow and pout your spit glistened lips, grind your teeth down as tears brim in your eyes before you turn your head away and cover your face with your hands.

Mitsuya clicks his tongue in a series of soft little tuts and coos at you. “Baby, you know I mean well.” He pushes himself further in, and you tremble, humming your disbelief.

He chuckles at how cute you’re being and kisses your hands, each finger gets a soft smooch before he licks the tip of an index finger, kissing it like he would a wound, and you get goosebumps from his contradicting actions. Soft and sweet one moment and vulgar and mean the next, it makes your head spin, heart race, and pussy clench at how he alternates between the two.

“There’s no need to hide, princess. ‘M not gonna hurt you.” He latches one hand with his and brings them next to your head.

Half of your face is visible now and that’s all Mitsuya needs to kiss into your ear, nibbling the lobe, and whisper his praises.

“You feel that, baby? Feel how you’re taking me?” He sinks in slowly after the tip and your walls part for him, smitten. “You’re doing so well, princess. Could die a happy man.”

Your face heats up and you start sweating at the sweet but crass praise, your heart reaching your throat when Mitsuya bottoms out. You throw your head back and inhale a shaky breath. It feels like he’s deep in your guts and then some.

The tears fall freely now as your vision blurs over. Mitsuya pecks them away and slides out and thrust back in, nudging right at your sweet, spongy walls. You hiccup from how out of whack your breathing gets, your heart beating a mile a minute.

“Oh.” Mitsuya coos at you again, but the words he says are teasing. “My dick too much for you? Said you could handle it, sweetheart. Wanted it even.”

“Takashi.” You warble from fits of squeaky hiccups.

“There, there. I’ll take good care of you, baby.” And he starts a slow pace. At first.

Each clench of your walls adds fire to the heat in his stomach and before long, he’s rutting into you. The bed squeaks from exertion and your ears flush from the wet sounds of skin slapping echoing in the room, your cunt squelching with each move of Mitsuya’s hips.

It all sounds too much, sounds vulgar, the feeling of it all overwhelms you as that band of pleasure grows and stretches in your stomach. When Mitsuya lowers down until his stomach rubs against your neglected clit, you pulse, and he groans, the sound buzzing right at your clit and you see white.

Your toes curl and your back arches as you squeak pathetically like a dying animal, slick that was pooling and dripping down your thighs squirt and gush in excess all over Mitsuya. He smiles, fascinated and struck with absolute adoration before he swoops down to take your lips, thrusting harder to ride out your high. When it comes time for him to climax, he ignores your whines and grips your hips to angle them a way that lets him sink deeper.

That tight band in your stomach comes back stronger, and it stings. Really it does, but that’s the thing about pleasure, it also stings when you’re pushed too far.

Batting at Mitsuya’s shoulders, you convulse underneath him when he cums, joining his climax at the pumps and twitches of his spurting dick.

The sheets are beyond soaked when you come to, and you plan on how you’re going to help Mitsuya clean up.

“Do you think you can go again? ’M not done yet.”

You bring your eyes to him from their aimless wandering at the ceiling.

In the back of your mind, you wonder vaguely if the reason Mitsuya put you off, before things tipped over was actually because of his lust and not his fear of showing you something you didn’t like. You can feel him twitching to life again at your thigh, his hands stroking himself to help with that, previous condom off—when did he take that off?