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This isn't what she thought was going to happen when she was going to start working with Hanma. He's usually on his best behavior while out at work. He's never done this while she's in his store. So why was he doing this at her job? 

Was it because he's her manager? 

She shouldn't be in the back storage alone with him. She's supposed to be cleaning the patio tables. 

So why is it that now she's pressed up against the wall of the storage room with two of his fingers in her mouth and his mouth latched to her cunt? 

Her chest heaves with hooded eyes, and her tongue wriggles and wraps around his sinful fingers. The metallic yet sweet taste left on them makes her head dizzy mixed with the flick of his tongue. She restrains herself from moaning and making any noise, but it's becoming harder when he looks up at her. 

She sucks in a sharp breath, her hips bucking and her free hand shoving him more into her. The muffled moan he releases has her biting down on his fingers. She's so close. She hates how having him eat her out while at work turns her on like no other.

“Shuji~” She pants against his fingers, her fingers curling in his hair. 

He smirks against her folds, “You’re such a slut for being this wet,” He mutters up at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. Licking a stripe up her slit, “Maybe I should call Kensei over to watch, seeing how much of a mess you are right now while at work.” 

She tries to shake her head but his hand holds her face firmly in place. “No!” 

She tries to snap back at him, but when he sucks at her clit her brain melts and bites on his fingers to muffle her moans. She hates yet loves how insatiable Hanma is when it comes to his sex drive, but at work terrifies her. She doesn’t want to get fired from this job because of him again. But she couldn’t deny that the thrill of getting caught excites her as much as it does him. 

Just before she could cum on his tongue, he deprives her of her orgasm. He stands back up, removing his saliva-soaked fingers from her mouth and replacing them with his tongue. She moans against his mouth, her arms circling his neck to tug him down closer to her. The manner his tongue wraps around hers has her back arching off the wooden wall, wanting to grind her hips on his thigh but her jeans prevent her from doing so. 

Sin travels down her body, slipping between her legs to glide against her slick folds. She bucks her hips into his palm, her whines being swallowed by him and her hands tugging at the neckline of his shirt. Two of his fingers slide inside her with ease, but the slight burn has her lean more into him. 

“Quit fuckin’ movin’, Baby,” He utters against her lips with Punishment moving to her hips and holding her still. “I’m gonna fuck your pussy in a moment.” 

“Hurry,” She breathes against his lips, her eyes gazing back at his with want and need. “Want your cock now. Need it, please, Shuji.” 

“Fuck,” He sucks in a breath as her hands move to start undoing his jeans, tugging them down slightly to pull out his hard and leaking cock. He breathily laughs, “So fucking needy~♡” 

He pulls his fingers out of her, eliciting a soft moan from her. She tugs down her jeans to her knees for him. Spitting into his hand, he gives himself a few pumps as she juts out her hips and tries to part her legs as far as her jeans would allow her. 

Normally, he’d have her turned around and bent over, but then her mons would be bouncing off the thin wooden wall. 

Before he could angle himself at the awkward angle to fuck her while they’re both standing up, he bends down a bit and hooks his arms at the back of her knees. 

“Jump.” 

She does as she’s told, her arms wrapping around his neck as he hoists her up and pins her to the wall again. He holds her up and slides her onto his cock. She drops her head onto his shoulder and sucks in a sharp breath at the stretch, her nails scratching him through his shirt. 

With her thighs in his hands, he can hold her up effortlessly as he pounds his thick cock into her. Both of their moans are suppressed into pants and heavy breathing to keep themselves from getting caught completely. 

Hanma wanted to chastise her for how tight and wet she’d become since he pulled her into the back storage with him, but he knew he’d be loud. He knows that [Y/N] is trying hard to keep her moans to mere whimpers and whispers of his name falling past her lips. 

Her walls grip him like a vice as if to try to milk him for all that he’s worth. Her jerks his hips upwards to make his slightly curved cock hit against that spot that has her crying out his name. Nearly yelping out his name, she is quick to cover her mouth before it slips. 

“Shit, you’re really likin’ this, aren’t ya?” He teases against her ear, bouncing her on his cock. Her grip on him tightens with each rough thrust, “Bein’ fucked at work like a good little slut~ I bet no one knows how much of a cum whore you are— Jus’ for me~” 

He hasn’t even been inside her for no more than a minute and her brain is already turning into mush. There’s no way she’s going to be able to stand and walk perfectly after this. Her hips are starting to sting from the burn of being bent in half into a standing mating press, her arms growing tired from trying to cling onto him and not slam back against the wall. 

“Close~” She squeaks out, lifting her head from his shoulder to look him in the eye. “Feels so-so good, Shuji~” 

“I-I know, Baby,” He sucks in a breath and kisses her deeply, “Me too…” 

She returns his kiss, letting her right arm hold herself upright on him and take the weight as her left hand cards through his hair. She couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, giving him a chance to have his tongue wrap around hers once more and suck on the muscle. 

Just by the quickened pace and sloppier thrusts, he was getting closer but was determined to have her cum first. He slams her against his hips harder and faster, making her hold onto him as if he were some kind of angry bull. But then in one harsh thrust, they both cum at the same time. His fingers grip her ass hard enough that bruises are sure to appear sometime soon. She ruts her hips against his to drag out her orgasm and moans into his mouth. 

Hanma gives [Y/N] a few moments after she stills before pulling out of her, his eyes catching sight of how his cum leaks out of her and drops to the cement floor. She lays limp against his shoulder, breathing heavily and her eyes closed, trying to regain her mind again. 

“I forgot to ask,” Hanma’s voice rings in her ears and she opens her eyes to look up at him. “Did you want me to cum in your mouth or elsewhere?” 

She lifts herself off his shoulder to look down between them. His cock was now softening and the sight of her messy cunt leaked out his cum. She sighs and drops her head back onto his shoulder. 

“I forgot to take my birth control yesterday and today,” She mutters against his neck before uttering a soft ‘fuck’. “When we clock out, just stop by the store to get Plan B.” 

He turns his head and softly kisses her cheek, “Maybe I should start carrying condoms in my wallet like the good old days~” He chuckles against her skin, making her smile. 

“Or just not fuck me until we get home.” She giggles softly, kissing his neck. 

“No can do.” He retorts and turns around with her before gently setting her down on top of a couple of boxes. He looked around the stock, finding an opened box with some of the bathroom’s paper towel rolls. “Can’t help myself, Princess.” 

[Y/N] holds up her legs to prevent herself from touching the dirty box with her intimate parts. “You better come up with an excuse for why we were gone for a while.” She counters and watches him take out a roll to rip off some of it. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He rolls his eyes as he starts to clean her up. He starts to giggle at how funny this might look to someone. Giving him the mental image of wiping a baby’s ass for shit instead of his girlfriend with both their cum leaking out of her.

After he cleans her up, Hanma helps [Y/N] to her feet and pulls up her jeans for her. He continues to giggle as he tucks her shirt into her jeans for her, making her confused as to why the hell he’d be laughing. He got his pussy fix and potentially humiliated her at work for fucking in the back storage room. He didn’t have the right to be laughing at her. She has the power to snitch that he fucked her in the back. 

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” [Y/N] finally asks as she picks up the box of paper towels to bring them inside. 

“Nothing~” Hanma hums out with amusement in his voice, moving some boxes around to find the one he originally was looking for. “Jus’ you look like a baby.” 

She scrunches her face and turns to look at him in confusion. “Baby, what the fuck?” 

He turns to make a fist, bringing his other hand to his fist, sticking up two fingers, and wiggling them. 

It took her a few moments to figure out what he was referring to with her eyes squinted at him. But then it hits her. By now her legs were bound by her jeans at the knees and held up her legs while he cleaned her up, she could now see what he was giggling about. She scowls. 

“I fucking hate you.”