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Ain't no kinda game to play

anon: “Pleaaaaaaase do more with Uramichi Omota! With all the revealing costumes he wears, there must be someone of the design team that wants to see that man in his full glory. Maybe after one particular shoot, he finds the designer and gives them what they want? GOD HOW CAN A MAN THAT HOT BE SINGLE?????“

note: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST URAMICHI 😩 big n handsome n so hawt I can’t believe he’s not in my bed rn 😞

cw: nsfw, afab fem reader, co-worker relationship, public sex (you guys fuck at work), teasing, degradation, blow job, size kink, Omota makes you suck him off as an apology

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“You’re such a whore, so desperate to see me naked like a goddamn pervert, huh?”

If you could answer him, you’d be choking on your words right now.

Your coworker is leering over you, towering above your body and trapping you against his big vanity desk. Hands planted on either side of you, effectively caging you in. You feel the edge dig into your ass as you struggle to move your face from his. You can hear the faint chatter of the crew right outside the door, reminding you that if anyone were to walk in, they’d see the unfortunate position you’ve got yourself into.

The light bulbs that outline the mirror are too bright, shining across the room in harsh white light. And you can see everything, down to the flutter of Uramichi’s long brown lashes and the shadows under his eyes, the sharp contour of his cheekbones, and the way he breathes. He’s so breathtakingly gorgeous it makes you fucking sick-

“You know this is supposed to be a kid's show,” He says, breaking you out of your stupor. You look up at him, his face stagnant with a furrowed brow that speaks volumes and you look away with flushed guilt. He’s too close, you can see his throat move when he swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing down the smooth plane of his neck. And he catches your eyes drifting down his form, giving him a once over as you subtly try to move your hips back from his.

Omota grabs your cheeks between his fingers, pushing your mouth together and making your lips pucker out. He squeezes down harshly, the coarse pads roughing over your smooth skin n’ making you squeak. Your hands circling his wrist, “M’ so sorry Omota, it was a joke, between me n’ the crew.” You whimper, small little tears of humiliation pooling along your lash line. And he can’t help the twitch in his pants at the desperate look on your face, how pathetically and hopelessly cute you are.

He wouldn’t normally do this, wouldn’t normally bully someone this much - he doesn’t have the patience nor the energy for it. But you, you’re just too damn adorable to not fucking break.

He knows it’s not a complete lie. It started as a foolish, albeit a little cruel, a joke between you, the designers, and the camera crew. They made a bet to see as to how far you could go with the absurd outfits - and if Uramichi would say anything or not. And since you’re one of the few costume people, you had the pleasure of designing and sewing the costumes for the show. He’s one of the main stars after all. Too fucking bad you went too far. “Promise I didn't mean to-”

“Just a joke huh?” He cuts you off, raising a brow at you with a downturned sneer, it makes a weight drop in your tummy and you feel like you’re being chastised like one of the kids. But you aren’t entirely innocent, you might have gone a little far with a few parts of the pieces. It was hard not to, seeing him put on skin-tight shorts or sleeveless tops. You had to refrain from drooling over him as you took measurements.

Coming in every morning and getting to caress his slim waist as you took out the measuring tape, the surprisingly rippling abs that make you wanna press your palms over them. And you’d choke on your saliva when you could see the fucking bulge in his pants when you’d look at the seam of his inner thighs. Hands itching to smooth your hands down his inner thighs. His muscles rippling underneath his rather lean stature. Seeing the veins trace across his hands and forearms, the shapely calf muscles indicated years of hard training. And you surely didn’t mind the way his ass looked in shorts and tight spandex either.

Though Omota is nothing if not astute, and he caught on instantly. Don’t think he didn’t notice the skimpy borderline indecent costumes that are saved by bizarre patterns and ridiculous accessories. Or the way your thighs clenched every time he flexed his legs or fingers when you take measurements. How your breath hitched when he leans over your form, he saw it all. You little pervert, pretending like you don’t know when all you’ve wanted to do these past 6 months is swallow his cum and let him fuck your face like the pretty whore you are.

“You know what you did today?” He mumbles, and you damn near want to cry at his tone, his fucking disappointed fed-up tone that promises that you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. And you’ll admit, this shoot went a little too far, and you might’ve slipped up with showing how much you enjoy watching his body. After the director had yelled cut and Omota made his way into his room with a more than pissed look on his face, you were scurrying after him with the rest of the crew laughing their asses off and your tail tucked between your legs.

Walking in with his pants ‘round his ankles, getting an eye full of his ass in his boxers and his bareback, him kicking the offensive costume halfway across the room as he glared pure daggers at you. And Uramichi is a man who can only take so much, already on the edge - he doesn’t take well to bullying.

Now you’re here, with an unusually calm Uramichi Omota, who’s meant to be pissed off at you for humiliating him on set. His hand practically engulfs half of your entire face, fingertips smushing together your cheeks harshly, his frame pushing you into his pretty oak vanity, his bulge digging into your stomach.

“M’sorry Omota,” you whimper through puckered lips, sheer humiliation searing through your body as you see his hard gaze. He leans in even farther, face inching so so close to yours. Mouth barely brushing against your pushed-out lips. Your thighs are trembling underneath him, and you hate that this is turning you on more than it should. Wetness slicking your panties to the point for uncomfortableness.

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” He hums, it sounds so mocking when it comes out of his mouth. And he’s tapping minutely on your cheek, staring at the drool that’s begun to pool on your lips. And you’re nodding as hard as you can with his hand on your face, and he leans even closer, breath fanning over your face, “well, I guess that means you gotta make it up to me if you want my forgiveness, huh?”

You whimper, the conviction is clear, and you are hands gripping along the edge of the vanity, and Uramichi noses coldly down your neck. “Yes, I’ll do anything!” You say it so quickly and too pleased that Omota can’t help the small chuckle that escapes him.

“Go on then,” He says, pressing a small kiss to your neck, so light you hardly feel it but it has you buzzing, and your breath hitches as you hurriedly move to push the tight black spandex hugging his legs. Rolling down the fabric down to his knees, feeling his hands cup your shaky fingers as he motions you to lift up his shirt.

The reveal is all too worth it, the smooth expanse of ivory skin and the dips in his toned abdomen that make your mouth water. His curved back and the trailing v-line that you drift lone fingers over. The pecs are big and plump and you want to squeeze them in your palms. His pretty and smooth biceps are trailed in light blue veins. He’s smooth all over, and god his cock-

He’s thick and long, and fucking massive. Bobbing along his navel and not, surprisingly clean-shaven, the girth has your mouth watering and eyes lidding just looking at it. The shaft a pretty pale like his skin and the tip is a flushed hot pink that has you wanting to put him in your mouth, and you will. You stare at his cock that’s hardening between you, the man in front of you stark naked as you’re somehow the one squirming under his glare.

“You’re practically drooling.” He sneers, not at all insecure under your gaze. In fact, Omota knows how good he looks, it’s one of the reasons he works as hard as he does. Looking down at the way you clench up your thighs, and he’s sure you're drenched in your panties by now. Slicked up and dripping and it’s making his cock stiffen and jaw tighten at the thought of fucking your sweet cunt over the vanity.

“You’re just- you’re so pretty.” You mumble, and his eyes widen, the carmine heat pooling on his cheeks at your blatant awe. Feeling himself twitch at the way your hands glide over his skin, smoothing over his chest and brushing against the sensitive pecs, pads brushing over the already hard nipple, and fuck- Omota shudders in pure delight. “Shut up-“ he mumbles but makes no move to stop your smooth ministrations over his body.

Feeling you trail deft fingers down the hard abs and over the carved v-line that sits low on his abdomen. Almost leaning over his chest to suck on the skin and Omota is mumbling out, “You’re such a fuckin’ pervert.”

It’s not full of malice or disgust, it doesn’t even sound like his usual bored monotone voice like he wants it to be, it’s breathless and comes out like he’s never had someone be so close, he probably hasn’t.

And he’s rolling his eyes and ignoring the flushed hot feeling in his ears and moving to grip the back of your neck, he watches how your eyes go glassy and wide, onyx pupils doubling in size. God, you look absolutely desperate, and Omota is scoffing lightly, “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be apologizing for being such a shitty coworker?”

Omota steps back, once and then twice. Making room for you and then you’re pushed to your knees. His hand gripping your shoulder, the fucking gargantuan-sized palm spanning almost half your shoulder, his thumb caressing at your collar bone as he pushes you into the floor. You go quickly, knees dropping to the carpet with a low thud and you steady yourself on his hard thighs.

“Well, I guess I better say sorry then.” You hum, you don’t know exactly where to look; the thick corded legs that are trapping you against the vanity, his rippling abs that flutter with each inhale of his breath, his parted mouth that puffs little pants into the air, or- the red cock that’s nearly pressed against your lips and dripping thick shin pre.

Omota drags a hand up the column of your neck, cupping your jaw and coaxing your mouth open for him to see your shimmering pink tongue and soft palate. “Less talking.” He grunts, and bear down on yourself, clit throbbing in your jeans. You loll your tongue out, and Omota uses his other hand to smack the hot red tip onto it. The thick pre sticks to your tastebuds, salty and faintly sweet - he’s better than you expected and you’re humiliated by the flood of slick that soaks your panties and makes you rock against yourself with a muffled whine against the man.

“Heh- you like this a little too much, don’t you?” Omota has a small grin, pretty sharp flashing down at you when you nod enthusiastically and he pushes the flushed throbbing tip past your parted mouth. The stretch already have you puffing your cheeks, and you lap at the underside of his cock till webby strings of spit are pooling down your chin. His cock is wide and thick and snakes down your throat till you feel yourself squirming in resolution because your esophagus is clenching down on him. You whine when he hits the back of your throat, nose pressed against his base. “F-fuck, you take it so good don’tcha, little slut.”

The praise has you keening, it makes you want to keep going even though he’s bulging in your throat and cutting off your air. There’s a hand on the back of your head, keeping you centered and down as you swallow him whole. You make muffled mewls and whines against him, looking up at him with pearly tears starting to form on your lash line, and oh you look so pretty. “Good fuckin’ girl, good little cockslut.” It allows for you to power through a little longer and Omota is hissing through clenched teeth. He intertwines his fingers in your hair and yanks your head back off his cock, long webby gossamer strings of spit connecting your throat to his twitchy wet sensitive cock. And he watches you gulp lungful's of air as shimmery trails of tears make way down your cheeks.

You gasp in the oxygen, looking up through blurry eyes at Omota, and steady yourself on his heavy thighs, fingers digging into the corded muscle as you tremble and try not to cum untouched by him sitting in your fucking throat.

“You good?” He murmurs, and you feel him gently swipe at the tears under your lashes. It makes a warmness pool in your belly, shuddering. You hum, still determined, leaning forward to kiss and suck at the slit that’s pouring milky pre like a faucet. Taking a hand and wrapping it around the thick shaft and pumping it, Omota is panting and gripping your head tighter.

“Yeah, you’re fucking fine.” He grunts out to you and you giggle at the strained moan in his voice, using both palms to swirl and pump his sticky cock as you suction the mushroom head between your flushed lips. You kiss and lick down the base, making it even messier as you kitten lick his balls before Omota is reeling you back, “Alright, alright- get on with it.”

You look up at him through wet shimmery lashes and see that he’s flushed in the face and panting, his tummy twitching with each small movement of yours. “Didn’t know you were so sensitive, Omota.” You smile and the man is shoving your mouth back onto his cock with a less than amused face.

“And I didn’t know you were such a cock-hungry slut.” He muses, hearing your muffled whine that vibrates around his shaft and you’re drooling down his balls, and he’s pushing your head down to the base till you’re flushed with his navel. And this time, Omota sets a brutal pace. He can hear you gag and swallow around his thick length that bullies down your throat, your eyes have rolled back into your pretty little head, poor baby- already gone stupid from him fucking your throat. “S-so fucking good- fuck” Omota is starting to lose it too now, clenching on his teeth and flexing his abs with little mouthfuls of drool pooling in his own mouth, you’re taking him all the way.

It’s wet and messy and you’re drooling everywhere. There are puddles of pre and saliva dripping down your neck and your chin every time Omota’s balls smack against them. And god, your throat is getting so fucking tight, clamping down around his tip and making his head spin. You’re pressing your thighs together like it’ll relive the throbbing in your cunt, but this isn’t about you. Omota groans when his tip hits the back of your throat and you clamp down on him hard, hands coming up to hold his big thighs and mewl around his cock, “Shit, you bitch- gonna fuckin’ come-” He pants lowly, breath all hot and it makes you positively clench around nothing, doubling your efforts.

Omota leans over you, gripping the vanity with one hand while the other presses the back of your head to keep your mouth at the base while his cock pumps cum down your bruised throat and you greedily accept it. “Take it all and I’ll accept your apology.” He babbles, watching how you swallow all of it and it makes him shiver and moan in pure delight. He pulls out slowly, entranced with the shiny milky coating covering his cock and connecting him to your tongue, and Omota is smoothing a cupped hand to your jaw and lifting your teary starstruck face up to look at him, “Let me see,”

And you, so sweet, open your mouth and let him see that you took all his cum and cock, and Omota is smiling down at you. “Very good.” It makes you fucking careen, pressing your cheek into his palm, and he’s swiping at the cum and drool and tears on your face, leaning down to press his lips on yours.

“Do you forgive me now?” You whisper against his mouth, a part of you is disappointed this is over. You’d hoped it’d last longer than it’d did, lashes fluttering as you stare at him and Omota looks at you, a creeping smile makes his way onto his face that makes you shift under him and he’s chuckling. “Baby, this is just your apology for today, you have to make up the past 6 months.”

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