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just thinking about how my type in men and women are pretty opposite
for men, i’m mostly attracted to fictional characters while i’m not attracted to many fictional women
but when it comes to real people, i’m like 10 x more attracted to women than i am men. in both a sexual and romantic sense. i’d say the difference between sexual attraction isn’t that big, but with romantic it definitely is.
before i knew i liked women, when i’d think about a long term relationship/ marriage with a man, the only thing i was thinking about was having sex for the first time.
with women it seems much more long lasting
i’m not ready to unpack what that means until i get a girlfriend
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【Summary】 Y/N wants him, every bit of his attention, teasing him desperately with no panties under her skirt while he’s buried in work. Aki tries to focus, but letting her “help” by reading his notes out loud while straddling his lap makes staying focused impossible.
I push open the office door, half expecting him to glance up and smile. Instead, there’s Aki, sleeves rolled to just the right spot, tie slightly loosened, completely absorbed in whatever’s sprawled across his desk. It’s criminal how good he looks when he’s focused.
I saunter closer, just wanting a word, a look, anything. Sliding into the chair across from him, I cross my legs slowly, deliberately. His eyes don’t lift; he’s completely locked in.
I adjust my skirt nervously as I sit in front of him. My foot taps lightly against the floor, then again, just to see if I can get any reaction. Nothing.
I hum softly, stretching subtly in my seat, leaning a little closer, trying to catch even a flicker of his attention. His eyes are locked on the papers, unwavering. The tension in the room is almost unbearable.
I shift again, letting my skirt brush up higher on my leg, make it noticeable, only if he’d just look once. One little glance and he’d see I’m not wearing anything underneath my skirt. But he’s utterly focused.
“Hey,” he finally mutters without looking up, his voice low but steady. “Did you get the files I sent this morning? Everything clear?”
I bite my lip, heart skipping. He’s speaking to me, but still… he’s not looking at me.
I let out a soft, almost involuntary sigh. “Yeah… I got ’em,” I murmur, letting the words linger. “But… uh, we could go over them again… to make sure everything’s just right.”
His pen hovers over the papers for a moment, then he mutters without lifting his gaze, voice low and steady. “Fine. Come here. Let’s make sure everything’s correct.”
I don’t hesitate. A slow, mischievous smile curls on my lips as I stand, letting my skirt sway just enough as I move toward him. Sliding onto his lap with a soft, teasing laugh, I lean over the desk, pressing my body against his while keeping my eyes on the files.
He still doesn’t look up, absorbed in the papers, but the heat radiating from him is impossible to ignore. My hands hover near his as I point at the charts, and I can feel the tension crackling in the small space between us.
“This one,” I murmur, leaning closer over the documents. I shift slightly in his lap, just enough for my weight to press against his thigh. The movement is subtle but deliberate, and the corner of my mouth twitches into a grin when his pen stills for half a second before continuing.
His free hand moves almost absently to my waist, steadying me, holding me in place like I’m some distraction he can’t quite shake. "Mhm, this is really nice of you,” I whisper, feigning innocence as I lean closer to the files, "checking over them together."
He doesn’t answer. Of course he doesn’t. He’s too disciplined, too stubborn to give me what I want that easily.
I bite my lip, shifting slightly on his lap, slower this time, pretending to study the lines of the document while letting the pressure of my weight against him linger. My leg brushes his subtly, just enough to be noticed. My voice drops, low and deliberate. “So… if I go through all these with you… nice and carefully…” I let the words hang, letting the pause stretch, my pulse hammering. “…will you… tell me I’ve been good?”
His pen freezes. Just for a heartbeat, but I catch it. My grin widens as I glance sideways at him, knowing I’ve hit a nerve even if his eyes are still locked on the papers.
Then, slowly, he sets the pen aside and turns toward me, a sharp edge of frustration in his expression, tempered by a look that betrays just how much he wants me.
His hand lifts, deliberate and careful, until his fingers rest against my cheek. The touch is light, almost cautious, but the weight behind it is enough to make me lean into his large hand cupping my face.
“You’re really needy,” he says quietly, a faint huff of breath that could almost be a laugh. “Impatient… always trying to get my attention.”
The words carry a trace of mockery, but there’s no real bite in them, if anything, they amuse him. “Oh, Aki, please… just a little work break,” my hand wanders on to his crotch, gently rubbing against the clothed area in the hope of getting him to just let me. "I can help you relax.”
He glances at me. “We have to go over these, but… if you really want to help, you can read through them with me,” he says, voice low, but there’s a flicker of a challenge in his eyes.
I shake my head, pretending to pout. “No… I don’t want to help with that.” His hand shifts lightly, resting on my thigh in a casual, deliberate way. “You sure?” he says quietly, voice low but steady. “I bet you'd love it.”
I freeze for a moment, his hand on my thigh, lingering just almost underneath my skirt, heat creeping up my neck, and can’t help but grin despite myself. “I'll help you,” I whisper, letting the moment stretch between us.
Aki glances at me, expression unreadable, then shifts slightly in his chair, subtly guiding me closer. “If you really want to,” he says quietly, “you might as well sit properly.”
Before I can protest, I find myself straddling his thigh. I freeze for a moment, heat creeping into my cheeks, but a small grin spreads across my face. “Just… focus.”
I nod, pretending to study the papers in front of us, but I can’t hide the way my body leans just a little closer, slowly, trying not to make it obvious as I grind against his thighs.
His eyes are locked on work, but I know he can feel my movements with every back-and-forth. I try my best to keep my voice down and not make my actions too obvious, but something about him being so unbothered only makes me more eager for his attention.
His eyes finally lift from the endless pages, taking in how wet and eager I’d grown as I pressed against him.
“…You can’t sit still for even a second, without getting too excited,” he mutters, voice low but amused, which only makes me move faster, riding his clothed thigh.
Before I can respond, he passes me the papers. “Alright,” he says, tone firm but teasing, “read them out loud for me.”
I take the papers, cheeks warming, realizing that he’s noticed everything about how I’m acting, but instead of scolding me outright, he’s turning it into a challenge I can’t refuse.
His hands move up to my waist. I swallow hard, heart hammering, and raise my voice, words tumbling out in short, uneven bursts, breath catching between them, moving even more obviously with his eyes fixed on me. “M-Mission objectives… completed… as… scheduled…”
“…No…- major errors, uh,” I read out loud from the note. His steady hands supporting my weight, pressing me down on him even more. Fighting every moan that wants to let go of me, his gaze tight, watching me.
“C’mon, go on. Thought you wanted me to call you good, then you gotta be good for me,” his words pushed me even further into my movement. “Yes… I’ll be good,” his hands dug more into my skin, steady and possessively leading my rhythm.
“Team coordination satisfactory… situational awareness… maintained throughout,” I murmured, voice shaky, stumbling over the words as I tried to read from the page.
He leaned in close enough that I could feel his breath against my ear. “You’re doing fine,” he whispered. “Think you can keep going?” I nodded, heart hammering, the quiet in the room heavy with focus. “… I can.” I shifted my weight, moving harder back and forth on his thigh.
“Coordination… mm… effective. Communication… m-maintained even under… ah… pressure,” I murmured, voice catching slightly with each word, little sounds escaping me. He was carefully listening to every word leaving me, his lips close to my neck, just ghosting above me in a teasing manner.
I held onto the written note, continuing to read the words aloud, when my heart almost skipped a beat, spotting my own name on the paper… and the following sentence involving it.
My cheeks turned red, but the grinding against his leg only got more intense through the written words. Aki picked up the silence, placed one soft, almost unnoticeable kiss onto my neck, and spoke out, “…You’re losing focus,” he muttered, dry but calm. “Read it out loud, properly.”
My heart hammered in my chest, every nerve on fire at the thought of speaking the sentence aloud. "Y/N… always trying to catch my attention, even when she knows she shouldn’t,” he had written. “Making it impossible to concentrate… not wearing any panties around the office… almost begging me to… uh… discipline her.”
I swallowed hard, voice trembling, each word catching in my throat. He was watching, enjoying it, pressing his lips against my neck with deliberate, teasing kisses. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, making it impossible to stay composed. I wanted more, more of his touch, more of his writing, more of the way he held me in this charged silence.
"She thinks I don't notice, but all I've been thinking about is behaving that needy slut." I couldn't believe I was reading his very own thoughts. His kisses grew messier, more needy, leaving purple marks across my neck.
"Don’t get distracted, baby," he murmured, pausing his kisses and waiting for me to start reading again. "Who… needs to be fucked properly… to rea-" I gasped, feeling two of his fingers entering me. "Re-realize what a ba-bad-" I couldn’t concentrate on the letters on the page, his fingers curling just right while I tried to maintain my own rhythm, grinding against them.
Aki’s eyes were sharp, calm, and unflinching. “Focus,” he said quietly, voice low but steady. “Thought you could handle it?” I swallowed hard, heart hammering, and forced myself to continue. “-What a... bad girl she is,” I stutter, riding his fingers, his kisses down my neck not making it any easier for me.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips against my skin. He was always patient, letting me set the pace, but I could feel the barely contained hunger in his touch. “Continue,” he said softly, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm.
“N-Nothing I’d… love more than to… y-yank her legs apart… and my fingers sink deep into… that tight little… mm… cunt,” I stammered, voice shaky, trying to get the words out as he watched, lips brushing my neck.
His thumb pressed against my clit, slow circles building pressure. “She’d whimper through my fingers… try to beg me to stop… but we both know she doesn’t mean it.” My hips ground against him faster as his fingers sank even deeper into me.
“M-Make her… come all over my fingers… like the… needy slut she is… mm… and she’s… loving every second…” I stammered, voice catching, mouth slightly open as I gasped for breath, struggling to get the words out while his fingers moved inside me.
Aki leaned down, his other hand placing itself under my jaw, holding my neck. “Just like that… don’t close it.,” he murmured, and I obeyed without hesitation. He leaned in, and his spit landed inside my parted lips, deliberate and precise. Heat shot through me, shivers racing down my spine as a flush of arousal flooded my body… and I couldn’t help the guilty thrill that I liked it.
He pulled back slightly to watch my face flush with pleasure before whispering, “You tightening… you’re close?” His fingers were still working me with maddening precision.
“A-Aki… yes, yes, I am.” My hips rocked faster against his hand. His eyes darkened. “Don’t fight it… show me how desperate you are,” he whispered, his thumb pressing harder.
And as the words sank in, I did just that: shattering under his touch, breathless and shaking… exactly where he wanted me.
"That's my girl." My orgasm left me weak as he removed his fingers, and I leaned into him, exhausted from the overwhelming shivers coursing through my body, my legs trembling from pleasure. I rested in his lap, arms around his neck, breathing heavily against his chest.
He lifted his hand, his fingers glistening with my wetness. His gaze was fixated on me. "Make sure they’re clean," he whispered, his voice a rough command as his fingers entered my mouth.
Taking his fingers in, my gaze locked with his. Aki watched intently as my lips wrapped around his fingers, my cheeks hollowing slightly with the suction as I tasted myself on him.
I was still sitting on his lap, holding onto him lightly, when he removed his hand and shifted back toward the worktable, rifling through his papers with practiced efficiency.
I stayed where I was, heart still racing, wondering what he was doing now. His movements were precise, calm, completely absorbed in his work but the quiet nearness reminded me that the moment we’d just shared wasn’t gone.
“Alright,” he said, voice calm and measured. “Fun’s over. I’ve got things to get done.” He began organizing the notes with methodical efficiency, clearly intent on finishing his work before anything else.
I stayed where I was for a moment, heart still racing from the closeness, but I knew better than to interrupt. His focus was back in full force… not on me.
I leaned forward, pressing soft, playful kisses along the side of his neck, letting my fingers brush against his shoulder as if to tease him. He didn’t flinch, didn’t break his rhythm. “Y/N,” he said, tone flat but with the faintest edge of exasperation, “I need to finish this.”
I smirked, leaning back slightly, my teasing acknowledged but not rewarded. “Oh, come on… don’t do this to me now,” I said, voice playful, pushing off his lap and standing up, then stepping around the side of the table.
He glanced down for a fraction of a second. “Look at this mess you made on my pants,” he muttered, already returning his attention to the papers.
I bit back a laugh, leaning against the edge of the table, watching him stay perfectly focused despite my teasing. “And who caused that?” I said it, a smirk tugging at my lips, as I slowly lowerd myself toward the floor, letting my knees bend and my body slide carefully under the table. Feeling the rush of anticipation as I tucked myself closer, trying not to make a sound.
“…What are you exactly doing now?” His gaze lowered toward me, pausing for just a fraction as if noticing the way I was kneeling between his legs.
I peeked up at him, grin widening. “Letting you work,” I teased, my tone soft but bold. He sighed, knowing he couldn't resist whatever I had planned. “You really know how to make it difficult to focus,” he muttered, voice low, as I was already unbuckling his pants and getting him ready for me.
I trailed my fingers lightly over the waistband of his pants, feeling the growing heat beneath. My breath hitched as I caught a glimpse of him, completely absorbed in his work, and yet… I could feel how impossible it was for him to ignore me.
"You're this hard and you still wanna pretend like those papers have the answer," I giggled, biting my lip, checking out his fully erect member.
“And you’re still talking,” Aki said, voice rough. He was right, my tongue swirled around the head of him. His low groan was all the encouragement I needed as I took him deeper, slow and deliberate, my lips gliding along his length.
Aki’s breath hitched. “Fuck… Y/N.” His fingers dug into the edge of the desk. I pulled back, eyes gleaming up at him as I whispered, “Think you can actually focus right now?”
He let out a rough, needy chuckle before fisting a hand in my hair. “Shut up.” A low groan tore from his throat as I took him deep, lips and tongue working him slowly.
His hips twitched forward, jerking slightly against me, unable to resist the pleasure coiling inside him. Every gasp and muffled sound from me seemed to push him further, his fingers tightening in my hair, anchoring me as the heat between us built to a maddening edge.
The pressure built quickly, too quickly and with one final stroke of my tongue and a tight swirl of suction at the tip, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Aki’s grip tightened in my hair as he came down my throat, his body tensing from head to toe. “Fuck,” he growled through clenched teeth, hips jerking slightly as wave after wave crashed through him.
I pulled off, looking up at him with dazed satisfaction. He was breathing heavily, eyes dark and unfocused for once, the cold control completely shattered.
“…You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmured hoarsely, somehow managing to make it sound like it was worth it.
Oi oi oi, definitely fanon Aki ... or a kinky version, lmao.
Sorry not sorry, but rewatching CSM and that spit scene made me… act up a little, so I had to create this hot mess ehehe.
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