**This is Mitsuya from the future where he is a designer.
“Come on, Y/N, hurry up! I need to pin this outfit and have it ready for runway in 3 hours,” Mitsuya called, banging on your change room door.
“Wait, wait, wait,” you called back to him, frantically digging through your duffel bag to find your spare underwear.
“What’s taking so long?!” he called with annoyance.
“I can’t find my underwear!” you shouted back to him.
There was a pause, then he spoke again.
“Why does that matter? Hurry up and get out here!” he called again.
“What?!” you shrieked, “in no underwear?! Naked? In front of you?”
“Listen, I’m a designer, you’re a model. I’ve seen you in basically nothing before so who cares, I need to get this outfit COMPLETED!”
You were about to try and argue again but the thought of super hot Mitsuya touching your bare body convinced you to go without and you walked to the door and unlocked it then slowly opened it and poked your head out with a shy look on your face.
“What? Get out here.” He said, stepping back from the door and waving his hand in an inviting manner to get you to step out.
You looked around.
“No one is here. I’ve locked the doors. Now come on,” he said again, turning away to get the fabric.
You slipped out from behind the door and waited, one hand covering your bare pussy.
Mitsuya got the fabric then turned back around to you and walked over.
“Don’t cover yourself, who cares,” he said calmly as he crouched down and started placing the fabric across your front to see if the colour matched you how he had envisaged.
You removed your hand and tried to relax but having fantasized about Mitsuya many times had your mind replaying some of those scenes. The scenes running through your mind, combined with his face being so close to your pussy, forced you to image him getting in there and licking and sucking on you.
“Don’t… dont…” you berated yourself, feeling your pussy start to ache and horny tingles running up your thighs.
“I need to just…” he muttered, placing the fabric across your lower stomach with his hand very very close to your pussy.
“It’s ok,” you said, taking some controlled breaths and trying not to make it look like you were getting turned on by his hand on you.
“I need to put my hand between your legs to measure the fabric,” he said, looking up at you with his lavender eyes and waiting for your approval.
You nodded and spread your legs a little, stepping out wider for him.
With the fabric between his fingers he gently pulled it between your thighs, sliding it tenderly along your pussy lips and your knees buckled slightly.
“Woah, sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he said at the same time you spoke.
You both stopped your sentences and looked at each other.
“You’re not making this easy for me,” you said sheepishly as he pulled his hand back.
“How so?” he asked, looking down at the fabric still pinched between his fingers.
It was slightly damp.
“Ahhh I see,” he said lowly, “did you need a hand?”
“H-Hand? With what?” you stammered, face feeling hot and heart boarding a runaway train.
“You’re turned on. I can tell. You’re really hot between the thighs, you’re wet already, and your knees caved when I touched you,” he stated plainly, “if you want a hand, I’m happy to help.”
“You could tell?” you asked sheepishly.
“I’ve been around you a lot,” he replied with a sexy smirk.
“I’ve always fantasied about you… uh…”
“Me going down on you? Because I’ve had the same thoughts,” he replied boldly putting the fabric down.
“What? No way!”
“Umm… well… if you want to… then…” you offered shyly.
He smirked again and licked his lips and you swallowed thickly, pussy throbbing.
“Legs apart more,” he commanded and you spread them out further as he leaned forwards and planted his parted lips on your pussy.
“Ah~,” you moaned lightly, eyes rolling a little as you placed your hand on his lilac hair to steady yourself.
An expert, almost immediately, he pushed his warm tongue in between your folds and rotated it left and right, swirling around your clit then running it down to push up into your pussy.
“Holy…. Jeez,” you moaned, controlling your breathing as best you could as he tilted his head back and sank under you a little to push his tongue up into your pussy.
You looked down into his eyes while he looked up at you and you felt your pussy clench as his tongue curled inside you and the tip of his tongue tickled behind your clit.
“Ohhhh, frick… I—,” you panted, gripping his hair a little harder.
“You can swear,” he said, pulling back to lick his lips of your slick.
“I… I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore it just feels so good,” you admitted, moaning again when he recommenced sucking on you.
The room was filled with the sounds of your pleasure, and could possibly be heard from outside, but you didn’t care. When Mitsuya had his head between your thighs nothing else mattered.
You had started with standing while he licked you, but pretty soon you had been reduced to a puddle on the ground and now found yourself laid out while he continued to eat you out, alternating his rapid tongue thrusting with fingers.
“Oh… oh… oh~, yes, keep going, keep going~,” you moaned while his three fingers pumped in and out of you and his thumb slid over your clit, “I’m so close! More, more!”
Amid your desperate moaning, your body started to shake and your eyes rolled at you came to the top of your peak.
Then, with another delighted moan, you came, quivering and twitching as he continued to finger you to the end of your climax.
“Oh… wow,” was all you could say as you lay there panting and looking at the roof.
“Shit,” he suddenly said, pulling back, “get up! I have to finish this outfit!”
Still coming down from your impromptu session, you got up in a daze and Mitsuya quickly put together the outfit then got to sowing while you put some clothes on and waited.
3 hours later it was go time and the fashion show was well underway, you walked the catwalk with 3 of his outfits and had to hide the smile when you walked the last leg of the show in the outfit he had made seconds after having his tongue in your pussy.
“And that’s a wrap, people!” the director called as the show finished up.
You and the rest of the models clapped then started getting undressed and taking your make up off.
“Y/N,” the director called to you over to sounds of the other models getting undressed and chatting, “Mitsuya wants to see you.”
“Oh?” you asked with surprise, “ok sure…”
You quickly got into some comfy clothes then left the change room and walked down to his office.
“Hey,” you greeted as you entered the room and closed the door behind you.
Mitsuya looked up from what he was working on on his standing desk and smirked at you.
“You looked good out there,” he said, scratching his lilac hair.
“Thanks,” you replied with a smirk, “I liked walking in that last outfit…”
Mitsuya smirked again and reached for his crotch and adjusted a large bulge that had suddenly appeared there.
“We could do some more of that stuff we did before I made that outfit,” he offered slyly.
“If it involves me getting on my knees for you, like you did for me, then yes,” you said with cheeky look in your eye, “that’s another fantasy of mine.”
“Mine too,” he replied with a slightly surprised chuckle, “lock the door then.”
You turned back to the door and locked it then walked over to him and locked lips with him, immediately getting hot and heavy.
If anyone could have seen inside your mind that afternoon during the runway show they would have seen you replaying images of Mitsuya eating you out, so to say you were already primed once you got to his office, would have been pretty much spot on.
After kissing for a few minutes you slowly dropped to your knees in front of him and unzipped his pants while he loomed over you.
By the look in his eye, he had been waiting for this moment too and was rearing and ready to go.
You got him out as quick as you could and wasted no time in dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock.
His cock swelled in response to your delicate touch and warm tongue, and let a deep soft groan vibrate from his throat as his fingers caressed your hair.
“You look good like this,” he commented, tilting his head left and right slowly to watch you from different angles, “I like you on your knees in front of me.”
“I like me on my knees in front of you too,” you said, pulling back for a second to speak.
He gripped into your hair firmly yet gently and pulled you forward again, letting another moan go as your mouth enveloped him.
“Yeah~,” he moaned, “that’s good.”
The saliva built in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around him and bobbed your head up and down his shaft while he assisted you with his hand on your head, maintaining as much eye contact as possible while you worked.
“Deeper,” he commanded lightly, forcing you on a little more, which you openly relished, widening your mouth to accommodate his size, “fuck yes,” he grunted, slowly rocking his hips back and forth a little with it.
You placed your hands on his thighs and kept looking up at him as he held your head still and thrust into your mouth, the saliva dribbling down from the corners of your mouth the faster he moved.
“Hold still for me, now, don’t move,” he panted, holding your hair firmer as he sped up more and pushed in a little deeper.
You obeyed, loving the feeling of his cock in your mouth and wondering if you would ever be so lucky as to have it in your pussy one day…
His thrusting increased and his panting got louder until his eyes glazed over and his nose scrunched a little.
“I’m gonna nut,” he groan-moaned, his eyes rolling shut as he pushed into your mouth once more and his cock twitched and spilled his hot cum down your throat.
Once he had finished, he let go of your hair and pulled out of your mouth, still breathing heavily from the exertion.
“We need to go through each of our fantasies and try them out, I think,” he commented to you.
“I agree,” you replied, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before giving him a big grin.
~ END ~