Measurements [ Mitsuya x Reader ]

One

Walking home from school with the class instructions in hand I turn to my side looking at him.

Takashi Mitsuya. This cute boy from my class.

We were heading out of school to his house, we had a project from home economics. We're supposed to be designing 3 different outfits.

After a few hours we get to his house.

Walking down the stairs and entering his room,
It looked mostly minimalistic, alternative, and sleek at the same time. It generally was a studio for him where he'd design all types of stuff.

In the front was his scattered desk, the right had a mirror wall, the kind you'd see at dance studios. The left had a huge glass window and glass door.And in the back was his bed and closet.

After looking at some designs and sketching them out with Mitsuya, We decide to choose the fabric, material, and the measurements.

We went with 2 dresses and a suit. A green silk dress with a huge floofy puffy part around the hips. And a short silky red dress. The suit was a green suit to match the green dress.After picking out the fabric I detailed the sketches while Mitsuya chose the materials, all that was left at this point was measurements.
He'd already had his measurements down and for the dresses he wanted me to model them so I decided he should measure me.

We both stood in the center of the room, him behind me in-front of the mirror.

His cold pale slim fingers graze up my waist. His thumb on the back of my spine as he has a grip on my side. Wrapping the ruler around my stomach and moving it up. Him standing so close behind me that I can feel his body. He wraps his hand slowly around me moving my shirt a bit up so he can measure my rib cage. My ass up against his center I can feel him rising and his erection.

I choose to ignore this because he can't really control it. Probably doesn't mean anything either.

His fingers move up along my bra, fingers accidentally grazes my nipple and as a reflex my back arches a tiny bit but you can tell I moved from where he's standing. accidentally hitting his boner, he lets out a groan.

My cheeks flush in redness "I'm so sorry." I say. His hands trail on my lower stomach next to my belly button. "You don't have to be sorry." He mutters in my ear while I stare at his reflection from the mirror. His hands making it's way down to my hips he wraps the measure tape on it.

"Let me measure you're height." He says walking towards the wall. I follow him, I stand, he pushes my shoulder back so i'm pressed against the wall.Our bodies so close I can feel his body heat.

He runs his hand down from my shoulder, to my waist, then my feet. Sticking the measuring tape under my sock he sticks the end of it in a edge in the wall right above my head. He puts both of his hands on my hips, straightening my body so i'm upright.

He grabs the bottom of my chin, moving it up. Thinking it was for posture he makes eye contact with me before running his fingers through my curls and to my scalp. Holding the top of my hair lightly he leans in close to my face.

Shit.

Is he gonna kiss me?! I- Ahhh-

Panicking on the inside I lean in for the kiss too before realizing it wasn't a kiss. He brings his head closer to my shoulder and marks a spot on the wall. Accidentally smashing my lips to his neck he lets out a small giggle.

Was that on purpose?! I don't even know anymore-

He moves his head back up looking down at me. My cheeks flushed in redness trying not to make eye contact he once again grabs my chin and leans in. Whispering "If you want me just say so". I can feel his warm breath on my lips having blood rush through my body. I bite my lip in the warmth of his words touching my cold face.