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𝓜𝔂 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓮 (𝓜𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓾𝔂𝓪 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

(Mitsuya Takashi x reader romance)

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"Perfect, now stand perfectly still, Y/n..." Takashi said calmly, pinning down a piece of satin just beneath your breast.

"My arms hurt, Takashi..." You mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

"We're almost done, sweetie." He pressed a fleeting kiss to your bare clavicle, going back to measuring out fabric.

He draped the soft, lilac satin over your waist next, holding his pins between his teeth as he made small, fine pleats in the skirt.

"Purple really is your color, sweetie." He said cheerfully. "You should wear it more often."

"Mm, you would think that, huh?" You said teasingly, glancing down at his hair.

"What do you mean by that, huh?"

You giggled, your head tilting.

"Don't move or I might prick you." Takashi warned, looking up at you as he kneeled on the ground at your feet.

"Nah, you're too careful for tha- Ouchie!" You jumped slightly when a metal pin pricked your soft skin.

Mitsuya snickered.

You huffed, pushing his shoulder with your foot. "You did that on purpose, you jerk!"

"No I didn't." He argued. "It was your fault anyway. Shouldn't have been moving around so much."

You scowled, scooping up the fabric of your skirt and stepping off the stool Mitsuya had placed you on.

"Oh come on, Y/n, I was just playing with you." Takashi said gently, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. "Don't be mad, okay? I'm sorry."

You'd already forgiven him, of course. He hadn't even really hurt you. But it was always fun to tease him~

"Mm, I don't know, Takashi..." You mumbled, trying to sound as pitiful as you could. "You're being pretty mean to me right now, I dunno if you deserve forgiveness..."

"Come on, Y/n, I'm sorry." Mitsuya frowned, looking sad. He laid his head on your shoulder. "I love you, Y/n. I'm sorry~"

You sighed dramatically. "Well, I suppose I'll forgive you-"

Mitsuya sighed in relief. "Thank you, sweetie-"

"IF you give me a kiss. As repayment."

Mitsuya blinked. You could tell he'd finally understood that you were teasing him. His face broke into a wide smile.

"Mm, if you insist I suppose I must~"

He turned you to face him, looping his arms around your thighs as he scooped you up.

He set you on one of the many tables that stood in the sewing club's room, kissing a line up your jaw.

"I love you, Y/n~" He cooed, running his hands over your thighs. "I'm sorry for teasing you~"

"Hmm..." You hummed, your eyes fluttering closed as Mitsuya nibbled your neck. "I don't feel like you're being very genuine... Guess you'll have to prove to me just how sorry you are!"

Takashi grinned, pressing his lips flush against yours as his hands roamed over your back.

You sighed into the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and playing with yours.

You balled your fists in his sweater, raising one of your legs to wrap around his hip.

One of Mitsuya's hands toyed with the fabric on your shoulder, slipping it off as he trailed wet-mouthed kisses down your throat.

"I love you, sweetie..." He drawled, nibbling your skin as he kneaded your thighs.

You sighed contentedly, running your hands up into his hair as you tilted your head to the side.

"Mm, you're the best, Takashi..."

"Does this mean you'll forgive me for sticking you with a pin?"

"Oh, Takashi, I already forgave you~!" You said, almost moaning. You scowled when Mitsuya pulled away from you.

"Then why-" He blinked, a grin spreading across his face. "You're dirty, you know that?"

"Mhm, and what're you gonna do about it?" You teased. "You're already- Mm, oh fuck~!"

You whimpered as Mitsuya sucked on the sensitive spot on your neck that always made you melt.

You felt your back touch the cool table as Takashi laid you down, laying kisses across your chest as he carefully shimmied his dress off your body, leaving you in just the panties you'd kept on.

You gave him a coy look as he trailed his kisses across your ribcage. You sat up, gently pushing him away.

"Lemme get my clothes back on, and maybe we can take this somewhere more private, 'kay?"

Mitsuya grinned, turning to place his beautiful handiwork on a mannequin.

"Lead the way, sweetie~"

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