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despite being one of bonten’s strongest executives, kakucho unbelievably gentle with you. when passing you something, his fingers barely brush yours. if you’re exhausted, he’ll quietly take the heavier boxes from your arms without asking. if you fall asleep at your desk, he’ll drape his own coat over your shoulders before returning to work.
everyone else is intimidated by kakucho’s expression, but you’ve never seen him lose his patience with you. even if you accidentally interrupt an important meeting or make a mistake with paperwork, he’ll calmly help you fix it instead of raising his voice. he thinks you bring out the softest parts of him that almost nobody else gets to see.
he hates physical affection from almost everyone, but he’ll never move away if it’s you. if you lightly tug his sleeve to get his attention or accidentally lean against his shoulder while looking over documents, his body completely freezes. he won’t react outwardly, but his ears slowly turn red before he quietly looks away.
he is painfully aware of every man that looks at you. he won’t act jealous or possessive in front of you, but the moment someone lingers a little too long or gets a little too comfortable, they’ll find kakucho silently watching them from across the room. one look is usually enough to convince them to keep their distance.
he pretends your safety is only part of the job, but everyone can tell he’s far more protective than necessary. he’ll walk behind you whenever you leave headquarters, wait until you’re inside your apartment before driving away, and quietly check every room if you’re working late at one of bonten’s properties. he never tells you he’s doing it because he cares.
he keeps every little thing you’ve ever given him, even if it wasn’t meant to be meaningful. a sticky note reminding him about a meeting stays tucked inside his wallet for months. a pen you handed him never leaves his suit pocket. he tells himself he’s only keeping them because they’re useful, but he knows that’s a lie.
he always ends up wherever you are. you’re heading to the archives? he suddenly has paperwork there. grabbing coffee? he was “already walking this way.” leaving headquarters late? he just happened to finish work at the exact same time. he makes every coincidence look completely natural.
whenever you’re speaking during meetings, kakucho stops paying attention to everyone else. he isn’t even trying to stare, but his eyes always drift back to you. he catches himself doing it constantly and immediately looks away, hoping nobody noticed.
his phone is almost empty except for one thing: your contact. he doesn’t have a picture for anyone else, but yours is the first thing he sees every time you call. he’ll never admit how often he catches himself opening your conversation just to reread old messages.
kakucho has a habit of standing just close enough to make sure nobody bothers you. if someone starts raising their voice at you during work, he appears on your side out of the blue. he doesn’t threaten them unless absolutely necessary. he just stands beside you with that intimidating expression until the man leaves.
kakucho has an almost unhealthy habit of checking whether you’ve arrived safely. if you’re running late, he’ll glance toward the entrance every few minutes while pretending to read documents. the second you walk in, the tension disappears from his shoulders like nothing ever happened.
kakucho isn’t good with words, so every act of care is silent. your chair is pulled out before you sit. the office thermostat is adjusted because he noticed you looked cold yesterday. your computer is already turned on when you arrive.
sometimes he catches himself wondering what you’re doing when you’re off work, then immediately scolds himself for thinking about you so much. it never helps. somehow his thoughts always circle back to you before the day is over.
kakucho has never wanted anything for himself the way he wants you. it frustrates him more than anything because he prides himself on discipline, yet every thought eventually finds its way back to you. he hates how easily you occupy his mind, and he hates even more that he doesn’t actually want it to stop.
hearing you laugh from another room is enough to make him pause whatever he’s doing. he tells himself he’s only making sure everything is alright, but his feet always carry him a little closer until he can hear you clearly. once he knows you’re smiling, he leaves before you ever notice he was there.
he constantly has to stop himself from reaching for you. fixing the strand of hair that falls into your face, brushing dust from your shoulder, steadying you whenever you stumble over absolutely nothing. his hand always twitches first before he quietly curls it into a fist at his side.
every time you thank him, he has to look away. your voice is soft, your smile genuine, and he doesn’t trust himself to meet your eyes for too long without giving everything away. a simple “you’re welcome” is all he manages before pretending something else suddenly needs his attention.
there are nights when headquarters is empty except for the two of you. you sit across from each other finishing paperwork in comfortable silence, and kakucho secretly wishes time would stop right there. you’re close enough for him to hear you breathe.
he knows your schedule better than his own. when you take your lunch break, when your meetings usually end, what days leave you the most exhausted. sometimes he catches himself planning his entire day around moments he might run into you.
he never asks you to stay longer than necessary, even when he desperately wants another five minutes of your company. instead, he’ll quietly tell you to go home and get some rest, then watch you leave until the elevator doors close. only after you’re gone does the building feel strangely empty.
whenever you’re standing close enough for your shoulders to almost touch, he becomes painfully aware of the tiny distance between you. it’s barely anything at all, yet it feels impossible to ignore. he could close that gap in a single step, but he never does.
he wonders what it would be like to hear you say his name outside of work. not “boss,” not “sir,” not spoken during meetings or reports. just his name, casually, warmly, like he belongs somewhere in your life beyond business. the thought stays with him longer than he’d ever admit.
sometimes he’ll catch you smiling at him for no particular reason, and it completely ruins the rest of his day. now he can’t stop thinking about it. hours later he’ll still remember the exact way your eyes softened when you looked at him.
he has convinced himself that loving you quietly is safer than risking losing the place he already has in your life. so he settles for being the person who makes your work easier, carries the heavy things, walks you to your car, and silently hopes that’s enough to keep him close to you a little longer.
every goodbye feels heavier than it should. he’ll give you a small nod, tell you to get home safely, then stand by the window without realizing it until your car disappears from view. only then does he finally leave himself.
kakucho falls hard and silently. he convinces himself you’ll never return his feelings because someone like him has no place beside someone like you. so he settles for watching over you from a distance, protecting you without expecting anything back. as long as you’re smiling, he’ll carry those feelings in silence for as long as he has to.
༝ MIKEY
mikey tells himself you’re simply efficient, that’s all. that’s why he wants you nearby. that’s why the office feels strangely empty whenever you’re off work. that’s why he catches himself glancing toward the door every few minutes, waiting for you to walk in. he repeats the excuse so often he almost believes it.
you see the side of mikey that almost nobody else gets: the one who is exhausted. bonten mikey carries himself like someone who stopped expecting happiness a long time ago, but your presence reminds him of a version of himself he thought disappeared. he doesn’t become a completely different person, but the emptiness in him becomes less obvious when he’s around someone he genuinely trusts.
if someone speaks to you with even the slightest disrespect, the room changes instantly. mikey doesn’t raise his voice or make a scene. he simply looks at them, expression completely blank, and calmly tells them to apologize. nobody ever refuses.
the executives eventually realize the only person who can interrupt mikey without consequences is you. you’ll knock once, step inside with another stack of reports, and he’ll quietly motion for you to come in without even looking annoyed. everyone else would have been told to leave.
mikey has convinced himself that you’re safest where he can see you. that’s why your desk is just outside his office. that’s why he insists you’re the one accompanying him to certain meetings. it’s practical, he tells himself.
mikey hates seeing you scared, but he hates even more knowing someone was the reason behind it. the moment he notices your discomfort, his entire attention shifts. he stops caring about whatever meeting or problem was in front of him because, in that moment, nothing matters more than figuring out what happened.
mikey isn’t affectionate, but he constantly finds excuses to keep you close. asking you to stay while he finishes reading a report, requesting your opinion on things that don’t actually require one, handing you files one at a time instead of all at once. every extra minute with you feels selfish, yet he can’t seem to stop.
he doesn’t ask “are you okay?” the way other people do. he simply looks at you and says, “who did it?” his voice is quiet, almost emotionless, because he’s already trying to understand exactly what needs to be handled.
sometimes he reaches out without thinking. his hand moves slightly toward yours when you place a document on his desk, like he’s searching for some kind of reassurance, but he stops himself before making contact. then he pulls back and pretends he was only reaching for the papers.
he doesn’t understand why you treat him like a person instead of a title. everyone else sees bonten’s leader, someone dangerous, someone they have to obey. but you still ask if he slept, if he’s eaten, if he’s okay. those simple questions stay with him much longer than they should.
when you smile at him after seeing the worst parts of him, he looks away. he doesn’t know what to do with kindness that doesn’t come with fear or expectation. part of him wants to believe he deserves it, but another part of him is still waiting for it to disappear.
he doesn’t want you to see him as a monster, but he also doesn’t know how to show you anything else. every time he tries to be closer, he pulls himself back. he thinks distance is the only way he knows how to protect people.
mikey never asks you about your personal life because he doesn’t know if he wants the answer. he can handle enemies, betrayal, and pressure without hesitation. but the thought of hearing that someone else makes you happier than he does is something he avoids facing.
when you finally fall asleep beside him after another late night of work, mikey almost reaches out to wake you, to tell you to go home and rest properly, but he stops. instead, he quietly places his coat over you and lets you sleep.
and when you eventually wake up and apologize for falling asleep, mikey only looks away and says, “it’s fine.” he doesn’t tell you that he spent the entire time watching over you, or that for a few hours, his mind was finally silent.
you’re one of the only people who sees how much mikey still craves simple happiness. sometimes he’ll sit beside you in complete silence, looking unusually peaceful, and then suddenly ask for something random like getting his favorite snack.
he has a habit of seeking your attention without admitting that’s what he’s doing. he’ll interrupt what you’re doing just to show you something, ask for your opinion on things he already decided on, or sit closer than necessary because he wants you to notice him.
mikey’s teasing side only comes out around you because he trusts you enough to drop the serious act. he’ll make little comments just to see your reaction, purposely annoy you because he likes when you get dramatic with him, and sometimes act completely innocent afterward even though you know exactly what he was doing.
when he’s tired, the walls around him disappear the most. you see him become quieter, more clingy, and almost like the younger version of himself he tries so hard to bury. he’ll lean into your presence without thinking and let himself relax.
mikey secretly loves when you take care of him in small ways. he’ll pretend he doesn’t need it, but he never pulls away when you remind him to eat, rest, or slow down. there’s something almost childlike about how easily he accepts your care, because with you he doesn’t feel like he has to prove he’s strong.
༝ KOKONOI
kokonoi is surprisingly dramatic when it comes to you, but only when nobody else is around. the same man who stays calm during negotiations will act personally offended if you ignore his messages for too long or if you choose someone else’s recommendation over his. he’ll pretend he doesn’t care, acting cold and sarcastic, but the silence afterward makes it painfully obvious he wants your attention.
you see how different kokonoi is when he’s not performing for the world. around others, he’s confident, charming, and always seems like he knows exactly what he’s doing. around you, he can be weirdly indecisive. he’ll ask for your opinion on something small, pretend your answer doesn’t matter, then immediately choose what you suggested.
kokonoi’s jealousy is less about anger and more about insecurity that he refuses to acknowledge. he knows he can buy almost anything, solve almost any problem, and get almost anything he wants, but affection doesn’t work like that. when someone else makes you laugh or gets your attention easily, there’s a brief moment where he remembers that money has never been able to guarantee the things he actually wants.
kokonoi is someone who hates appearing vulnerable, so the moments where he accidentally reveals too much mean everything. like when he casually mentions something from his past and then goes quiet because he realizes he actually told you. or when he lets you see him exhausted after a long day instead of putting on the usual confident mask.
he has a strange habit of trying to fix everything for you because he doesn’t always know how to comfort someone emotionally. if you’re upset, his first instinct is to find a solution, remove the problem, or make things easier for you. he has to learn that sometimes you don’t need him to solve everything - you just need him to stay, and he’s willing to learn that for you.
kokonoi’s favorite version of you is probably the one that treats him normally. not the person impressed by his reputation, not someone intimidated by his connections, but the person who steals his food, laughs at his expensive habits, and tells him when he’s being ridiculous. he secretly loves that you don’t let him hide behind everything he built.
as his assistant, you quickly realize kokonoi is much more observant than he lets on. he notices when you’re staying late, when you look tired, when you’ve been skipping breaks because you’re too busy handling his schedule. he’ll never directly say “i’m worried about you,” because that’s not how he communicates, but suddenly there’s food on your desk, your workload has become lighter, and your meetings have been rearranged so you actually have time to breathe.
kokonoi is incredibly demanding with you, but not because he thinks you’re incapable. he trusts you more than most people around him, which means he expects you to keep up with him. he’ll correct you, challenge your decisions, and push you to improve, but you notice he never humiliates you or treats you like you’re replaceable.
you notice that when someone else speaks, he’s usually impatient, already thinking three steps ahead. when you speak, he actually listens. he might still have that bored expression on his face, but you know him well enough to recognize when he’s genuinely considering your opinion.
kokonoi has a habit of pretending he doesn’t rely on you. he’ll say things like “i could’ve handled this myself,” while handing you another task because he knows you’re the only person who can organize the chaos around him. he refuses to admit how much easier his life has become since you started working beside him.
he’s surprisingly annoying when he’s comfortable with you at work. he’ll call your name just to ask something he already knows the answer to, send you messages from across the room instead of speaking, or criticize your coffee choice like it’s a serious issue. if anyone else did it, he’d be unbearable, but with you it’s almost obvious he’s just looking for an excuse to interact with you.
kokonoi is very particular about your safety and position in the company. he doesn’t like other executives or employees taking advantage of you because you’re “just an assistant.” if someone dismisses you or talks over you, his entire attitude changes.
he notices your achievements more than anyone. kokonoi is surrounded by people who praise him because of his money and influence, so genuine effort stands out to him. when you do something well, he won’t give you some emotional speech, but you’ll get a rare “good job” from him, and coming from kokonoi, it means more than anyone else’s compliments.
sometimes you catch his softer side after everyone leaves. the office is finally quiet, his tie is loosened, and the confident persona fades slightly. those are the moments where he’ll actually talk to you about things unrelated to work, complain about his day, or ask your opinion on something personal.
he loves watching you get flustered, mostly because it’s one of the few times he feels like he has the upper hand. kokonoi is used to reading everyone before they even speak, but you’re the one person who can surprise him. he’ll casually lean back in his chair and make a teasing comment about how much you worry about him, only to act completely innocent when you tell him he’s being annoying.
he likes spoiling you, but he makes it sound like he’s just being practical. if you mention liking something once, he remembers it. if you complain about something being inconvenient, it somehow gets fixed. when you ask why he went through all that effort, he’ll shrug and say “I don’t like seeing you struggle."
he loves teasing you about how well you know him. if you predict what he’s going to say or bring him something before he asks, he’ll raise an eyebrow and say something like “you’re getting too good at this. should I be worried?” but secretly, he loves that there’s someone who understands him without him having to explain himself.
during meetings, kokonoi is completely professional, but you notice the little ways he includes you. he’ll ask for your opinion even when everyone else is waiting for his decision, glance at you when someone says something ridiculous because he knows you’ll understand his reaction, and sometimes hide a small smile when you try not to laugh.
he gets especially teasing when you’re trying to lecture him. if you tell him he’s working too much or needs to take care of himself, he’ll act offended and ask if his assistant is “giving him orders now.” but he never actually ignores you. in fact, you’re probably the only person in bonten who can tell him what to do and get away with it.
kokonoi’s romantic side appears in the quiet moments after work. when the building is empty and there’s no one around to impress, he becomes less like the untouchable businessman everyone knows. he’ll walk beside you, make jokes, complain about boring meetings, and enjoy the simple fact that someone is choosing to stay with him after seeing every side of him.
Prompt: based on this tiktok because it did something to me
Summary: Taiju thinks you're unattainable. It leads to a fight, where you show him your true colors.
Alternate Versions: Hanma. Kakucho. Koko. Izana.
CW: gn reader, mild cursing. friends to lovers. pet names (baby).
"You're mine...and I don't share."
Taiju wasn't listening. He never had and now was absolutely no different. You had been saying the same thing for hours - back and forth, back and forth. But Taiju wasn't grasping what you were saying for even a second.
"Taiju, I am not asking you to share."
"Really? Because that's not what Koko seems to think."
Koko. You'd known Koko for years longer than you had known Taiju. He was a close friend - a friend, and nothing more. When Koko insisted six months ago that you mean his fellow Black Dragons, you'd been hesitant, but the moment he introduced you to Taiju everything fell into place and any worries or fears you'd had about meeting them all faded away.
It wasn't long before you and Taiju were inseparable and, even though Taiju had never confessed his feelings to you, you knew that, to him, you were much more than a friend. Unfortunately for you when Taiju did decide to confess to you it came with a lot of unexpected jealousy and demands.
"Taiju, I have told you a thousand times, Koko is my friend. That is all, but that doesn't mean you have any right to tell me that I cannot see him again."
Taiju was adamant that Koko harbored feelings for you, secretly. He insisted that was why Koko had remained your friend for so long; because he wanted something more from you. And Taiju couldn't bear the thought of someone else wanting you the way he did.
"I have every right."
"You don't actually. I haven't even accepted your confession."
Immediately when the words slipped out of your mouth you knew they were wrong. If you had any doubts though, the look of pure angry etched on Taiju's face cleared that right up. He was livid.
"Are you saying you won't?"
"I'm saying if this is what I can expect from you then I am not as interested as I thought I would be."
Taiju stood from his seat, making his way towards you with fists clenched, taking a deep breath before he spoke, "I'm just asking you to consider it."
"And I'm telling you that it is disrespectful to me to even ask me to do that, and I'm done with this conversation."
Maybe you shouldn't have stormed out. Maybe the conversation would have been worth finishing in the moment, but you had been arguing with Taiju for hours in a moment that should have been beautiful. He made a confession of love turn dark in a way you'd never known was possible, so you left.
You grabbed your keys off the counter top and left without a word. Even as he yelled, begging you to come back and to consider what he was saying, you walked out with no intention of coming back.
It was disrespectful to you and to Koko for him to act this way, to talk about you this way, to distrust you in this way. And after hours of arguing you didn't see him changing his mind. As much as you had grown to care for Taiju - maybe even to love him - the wasted energy wasn't worth it.
You drove home, and it wasn't until you slumped down onto your couch that the reality of it all hit you and tears began to well up in your eyes....you really did care for Taiju and you really did hope he would turn around, but it seemed like he wouldn't.
At least, you thought so until your phone began to ring.
It was Taiju.
You'd been away from him for less than 45 minutes and he was already calling. Maybe he'd changed his mind.
The rage that hit you was instant. What the hell did he mean "you"? It was Taiju who had been childish. It was Taiju that was having a temper tantrum over nothing.
You had never hit "redial" faster in your life. The phone rang twice before Taiju picked up.
"Hel-"
"What the fuck is your problem?"
You were done playing games. Taiju could say that he didn't agree with you. He could say that he didn't trust you, but to dismiss his own childish behavior and throw it onto you was one step too far.
"I cannot believe this, Taiju. After everything we've been through in the past six months I thought something as small as this would have an easy solution for us, but you can't let it go. I thought you trusted me. I thought for one fucking second-"
Your rant was cut short but the sound of Taiju's booming laughter - a sound that used to fill your stomach with butterflies now had you ten times more enraged than you had been before. What did he think he was laughing at?
"Taiju, is something funny? Because I don't think this is-"
"God, it's been so long since someone's been brave enough to stand up to me like that."
"And that's funny to you?"
You could feel your body shaking. You couldn't think of the last time you had been this angry, this confused, this hurt. What had you seen in him just hours before? What was his problem? What did he want from yo-
"No, baby. It's hot."
"W-What?"
You wanted to be mad. Was he making fun of you? Belittling you? Did he not take you seriously? Did he not understand how genuinely upset he had made you?...but then there was another part of you - the part whose heart dropped into her stomach the moment he called you "baby", and then again the moment he called you "hot" - that was melting right now.
The butterflies were back in your stomach again as he laughed.
"I didn't call to fight, ya know. I called because I realized...well, I was worried too much about the wrong thing. When you said that you may not feel the same way I got defensive, but it was because I realized something. I was worrying more about Koko fuckin' things up than I was about making sure you actually wanted me. I didn't even consider that you may not want to be with someone like me."
You were silent, uncertain what to even say. How could he have thought that? How could he have doubted so much? You were both upset that he wasn't confident enough to know that you wanted him and that he was so confident that he didn't even bother to wait for your answer before he started making his demands.
"You know, Taiju. If we're going to make this work you're going to have to start doubting me a lot less."
You could practically hear his shit eating grin on the other side of the phone, "So, you are accepting my confession?"
"If you can promise to let me speak for myself, instead of deciding how I feel about everyone and everything for me....then yes. I-I've always cared about you, Taiju. I was waiting for you to tell me you felt the same."
You hadn't expected Taiju to confess in the way that he had, but you hadn't expected him to pick up on his own faults so quickly either.
"Then it seems like I've made an absolute ass of myself tonight." Taiju hummed, as if he was plotting ways he could fix things, "I know you already drove all the way home, baby, but if you'd be willing to come back id really like to make it up to you."
"Hmm, I guess I could come all the way back. If you're going to make it up to me, that is."
"Oh baby, I promise when you see what I have in store you'll forgive everything I said."
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Pairing: Naoto Tachibana x Fem! Reader
CW: Selfship-coded. Smut (oral (fem! receiving), P in V)
WC: 0.5K
MDNI - 18+
Your trysts with Naoto have become frequent. Every night, he came over to your apartment. Initially, it began with small chatter about his day, segueing into yours. You noticed he was more interested in hearing you talk about the things that interested you; things that make you tick or make your eyebrows crinkle, hinting at irritations of your day. He's been slowly making his way into your heart, but only when you allowed him to.
He'd quickly fix any of your frustrations with soft kisses on your lips, eventually lowering them to the pulse of your neck. Whenever he lingered on the crevice between your neck and shoulder, he felt your fingernails dig into his shirt. Always gentle, he went further south, exploring all the points of your body that made you melt beneath him. There was never hesitation when he removed the layers of fabric that concealed what he truly wanted to taste.
The moment his tongue slipped into your cunt, you writhed as his kitten licks would become slurps; he was attentive, tasting every bit of your juices, but he wanted to make you beg for it too. His teeth would graze your clit, and then he'd pull away, observing how you would whine loudly for him.
"More, please..."
"Be nice to me..." Your sweet Naoto knew he had you in the palm of his hand.
"Please, Naoto...I need more." He'd gently kiss your thighs as you beseeched him to continue what he started. The sweet chuckle of his became darker as his mouth got closer to your apex, giving in to whatever his sweetheart yearned for. His mouth was back where it belonged, inserting one finger to play with your G-spot.
"Naoto, Naoto, Naoto..."
His eyes followed your body's movements. You played with your breasts as you were reaching the peak of your climax. He's not going to make you come like this; you deserve more. He pulls away, lowering his trousers, noticing the pre-cum stain on his underwear. You want to taste, but as your mouth desires to sample him, he uses his strength to get you on all fours.
There are no sweet praises as he slips it inside of you. He bottoms out in one stroke, feeling your walls grip his cock as he steadies his pace. He lowers himself to kiss your shoulders, making his length go much deeper. You push your back against his chest as you cry.
"Nghhhh, please don't stop."
The dark chuckle comes back.
"Patience...you're doing so well for me." Another kiss on your shoulder and then your back.
He goes faster, thrusting harder into you. His hands grip onto your hips, quietly demanding you to say his name again. When your hand attempts to find your clit, he grabs it as he buries your face into the cushioned surface.
"No...Only I can make you feel good. Do you understand?"
You quietly nod as his thrusts quicken, slipping his hand to play with your clit.
"AHHHH, NAOTO!"
There it was, the peak he was waiting to reach. He knew he could get you there, and now he could finally finish, letting him fill you to the brim. Even when he's finished, he lazily plays with your clit, kissing wherever his mouth can reach. He remains inside you, savouring tonight's conquest.
"Could you stay tonight?" You ask shyly as your bodies pull apart from each other.
So I originally was writing this for Ran but I realized halfway through it might fit Hanma better and rewrote a bit. Sorry if at some points it feels more like Ran, I was too lazy to rewrite everything.
A/n : I stopped writing for a long while so sorry if this doesn’t seem as good or different or idk, don’t hesitate to tell me if I made mistakes (I got lazy at the end and I think it shows…)
NSFW under the cut, just smut with not plot whatsoever
Hanma could be a piece of shit in bed. You often realized it too late.
You were red and sweaty under him, because for some reason he decided to put in some work tonight. You hated it and loved it at the same time.
He was already inside you, his thrusts slow and deep like he was trying to make you insane. You angled your face to the side, trying to hide the effect he had on you, because he was always insufferable about it.
- “Eyes up here, doll.” He purred, his hand finding your chin to turn your face back to him.
You could barely look him in the eye, as you were already teary from the long minutes he spent teasing you, thumb on your clit drawing slow circles. Slow enough to keep you in edge.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
- “Shuji… please…”
You hated how soft your voice sounded right now, it gave him grounds to be even more obnoxious.
- “Please what? You can’t even use your words anymore?”
He gave a deeper thrust, staying still for a moment, taking in the sight of you, all flushed and breathless.
- “Yeah... That’s what I thought… I already fucked you dumb, huh?”
You didn’t even need to open your eyes to see the smug expression on his face. It was everywhere in his voice. But at this point, your dignity was on the floor with your clothes.
- “More…” You muttered, trying to bury your face in his neck.
He didn’t let you, of course. Shuji never let you hide. He straightened up, trying to find a position that would give him more control than he already had.
- “You’re being greedy now… I’m already givin’ you plenty.”
He started moving again, your pussy making a noise so wet and obscene he stopped for a second. He smirked, his thumb slowing down then leaving your clit, caressing the area around his cock. You flinched again, thighs tightening around his hips.
- “Damn, sweetheart… don’t tell me you’re embarrassed already?”
He thrusted again, hips slower, his cock grazing that spot inside you without ever really committing to it.
- “My girl… getting so shy when she’s full of my cock…”
He moved deeper, letting your back arch into him. Your mouth fell open from the pleasure. He leaned down, lips brushing yours in a kiss so soft it almost looked like an apology. It wasn’t, of course. This was Shuji after all.
- “You poor thing… Can’t help it, right?”
You whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders because you needed something to hold onto. His mouth curved against your skin. He continued moving, letting your back arch into him. The sound you let out was so embarrassing your hands left his shoulders to cover your mouth.
He laughed softly. Not loud, not mocking in a harsh way. Just amused, almost fond. He took both your wrists and pulled your hands away, pinning them gently beside your head.
- “I’m trying to talk to you.”
You looked up at him, face hot, eyes glossy. Shuji’s expression melted into something close to affectionate.
- “So fuckin’ cute when you’re desperate.”
You shook your head weakly, trying to deny it.
- “M’not…”
- “No?”
He pulled out slowly, your thighs tightening again at the loss, fingers curling in the sheets, before pushing back in with a smooth, deep stroke. You moaned, his brow lifting.
- “Not desperate?”
You turned your face away, but he followed, lips brushing your ear.
- “You sound desperate.”
He started going slightly faster, arm hooking under your thigh to bring it higher against his side. Your body was clenching uncontrollably around him, your own hips following him.
- “You feel desperate too. All wet and tight around me…” He groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Gripping me every time I say something mean…”
You tried to protest, but he thrusted harder, keeping your words stuck in your throat. He kissed your temple, his mean pace contrasting with his gesture.
- “That’s okay, I know thinking is hard for you like this.”
The humiliation hit low in your stomach, hot in a way you couldn’t even hide. Your body was betraying you, clenching so hard his breath caught. His composure broke for a moment.
- “Oh, you like that huh…” His voice was lower now, different than the one he used to tease you.
You let out a small, helpless breath as his thumb found your clit again, his motions getting faster with a precise pressure that made your hips jerk.
- “Fuck, Shuji!..”
- “I know…” He said softly. “Fuck, I know, baby.” His tone was so soothing and so horribly sweet. So fake. It just helped make you wetter.
- “You don’t have to explain.” He punctuated his words with a harsh thrust and a deeper press on your clit. “I know you like being all pretty and dumb for me…”
You knew you couldn’t hold back much more, feeling your high approaching rapidly. He kissed your mouth, swallowing the louder moans you couldn’t stop from getting out, tongue sliding against yours slowly.
It was too much. His cock moving inside you, his hand between your thighs, his silky voice saying things you should’ve hated…
- “You get so shy after…” He murmured against your lips. “Like you weren’t begging with your body the whole time.”
You shook your head beneath him.
- “I don’t beg…”
Shuji pulled back, eyes bright with amusement.
- “No?”
His hips slowed again, cruel and mocking.
- “Should we test that?” His voice was teasing enough to make your stomach drop.
He kept his thumb on your clit, but lightened the pressure until it was barely enough. His thrusts turned shallow, teasing, keeping you right on the edge without letting you fall.
Your breath turned uneven as Shuji watched your face with a lazy fascination.
- “Look at you…”
- “Shuji, please…”
His smile became beautiful and awful.
- “There.”
You realized too late, face going red as he kissed your cheek.
- “So easy.”
You nearly sobbed out of embarrassment as he kissed your other cheek.
- “And so polite. Always saying please when you want to be fucked properly.”
At this point, you could feel he was close too. His pace turned less controlled and deeper, like he was trying to bury himself inside you.
Your orgasm started building too fast, coiling tight in your stomach. You tried to close your thighs, but his hips kept them open. His body pinned yours down with the casual confidence of someone who knew exactly how much you liked being overwhelmed.
- “Wanna come? You know what you have to do, baby.” His voice was breathless too, and you hated how even while he was so obviously affected, he still sounded so in control.
- “Please… I want to come…” You whimpered, biting at his neck and shoulder like you couldn’t hold it back anymore.
He smirked, angling his hips just right, his thumb rolling faster.
- “Good fuckin’ girl… sounding so sweet while begging for my cock…”
His thrusts grew faster, more frantic, he was about to come too. But not before you did.
He kissed you hard and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back like you were angry at him for teasing you so much. You weren’t.
You came with a loud moan, partly swallowed by his mouth, and he followed shortly after with a groan.
You both stayed still for a moment, breathless and sweaty. His face dropped to your neck.
- “Damn… you alive?”
You groaned, lightly hitting his shoulder.
- “Your fault…” You muttered, eyes closing, already feeling the exhaustion catching up to you.
You curled against him, and he let you this time, feeling you completely boneless in his arms. He kissed your cheek, smirking.
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