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[poohbea]

Hi 👋

If your still taking requests, can I ask you to write an Kisaki tetta smut where both the reader and kisaki hate each other but secretly like each and the readers is the reason kisaki isn't a heartless monster anymore. If you don't write for kisaki I totally understand and I'll ask for an dom Levi punishing reader for getter too buddy buddy with hange.

wordcount: 3.1k (i may have gotten carried away)

content: CEO!kisaki, executive assistant fem!reader, you see that big window… guess what we’re doing with that, lots of swearing, degradation, praise, fingering, oral (giving), gaslighting??, reader gets bent over the desk, choking, love hate relationship, corporate power dynamic (but you knew that), implication of death and one mention of a gun, hanma makes a cameo, kisaki being a big softie

— synopsis: kisaki is getting soft, too soft. and there’s only one person to blame for that.

note from pooh: BABY GIRL, of course i can write for Kisaki, i’ve actually got a collab lined up for him which i’m excited for. YOU actually changed my mind about this man, i’m slowly being converted. i’ll be honest you gave me too much creative freedom and i went a little wild with it. i’m hoping it lived up to your expectations because it was fun to write this dynamic. also i’m so sorry this took so long, i’ve been so busy personally and with the deadline for SYLM 2 it’s been a whole mess. P.S since you’re a returning req asker i gave you both (they're unedited for now but i will get on that in the morning). SURPRISE thank you for all the support ♡

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You did this. 

Kisaki’s hand shook as he held the gun, the pleading cries from the man he aimed it at sinking deeper and deeper into his heart. This feeling was forgein to him. Hesitation, guilt, regret. All emotions he’d thought were burned away a long time ago, not having time for pointless feelings in matters that required unquestioned brutality.

He was getting soft and it was all your fault. 

“Shuji.” The man in question rises from his seat in the corner of the room, a deadpan expression on his features. “Take care of this for me. There’s something I need to do.” The gun drops onto the larger man’s hand before Kisaki is pulling on his suit jacket, hearing a resounding bang as he steps through the basement door. 

Fury and frustration floods his veins whilst entering the elevator, thumbing the floor he knew your office was on. The numbers increased frustratingly slow, consumed by a silence within the confined space that drove his jaw to tighten. 

As the ding chimed he strode through the empty corridor, ignoring the curious eyes that followed him through the windows of meeting rooms and private offices. Your frosted glass door was forced open as he burst into the room, meeting your confused and irritated gaze that shifted from the client in front of you. 

“Can I help you, Kisaki?” 

He fixes his glasses calmly, stoic expression set on his features. “Get out.” The demand was aimed at your boyish client sitting stunned in their chair. 

The sheepish man stares at him, bewildered. Eying you desperately, only to find your attention occupied with the blonde haired man. Kisaki kissed his teeth, he wasn’t one to repeat himself twice. 

“What are you looking at her for? Are you deaf?” He bites, clicking his fingers to get his attention. “I said get the fuck out!” 

With a jump your client quickly collects their things and shuffles out the door, keeping their head down the whole way till the glass clicks shut. 

“What do you want?” You voice bluntly, tapping away at your laptop, not even bothering to meet his gaze. 

“You’ve got some nerve.” Kisaki grits. 

A curious brow was all you gave him. “What is it this time?” 

His jaw tenses as you continue to ignore him, the incessant tapping of the keys driving him up the fucking wall. When you hit a key particularly loud he slams the laptop shut, almost crushing your fingers in the process.

“What have you done to me?” He questions with a serious expression while looking you in the eye. 

“I beg your pardon?” The incredulous look you throw him only fuels the fire raging at his core. You were playing dumb and he had no time for your games. 

“I’m not going to repeat myself again, y/n. So I suggest you answer the question.” 

You hide a faint smile behind a dainty manicured hand, the same manicure he paid for. “I only do what you ask of me Tetta. So excuse me for not fully understanding your question.”

“You think this is funny?” He growls, wrapping a hand round your throat. Wiping that frustratingly alluring smile off your face. “You’ve made me weak and you think that’s funny?” 

“How have I-?” You try to protest but your words are cut short as his fingers tighten around your windpipe, just enough so you could still breathe. 

“Get up.” You’re guided by his strong hand to your feet, almost stumbling in your heels at the haphazardness of his grip. He walks you backward till your back hits the window wall with a soft thud, the sound making your heart pulse quicker under Kisaki‘s fingertips. 

“Kisaki…” You manage against his hold, whimpering out an incoherent cry as he eyed you with mild amusement. 

“You still think this is funny?” His head tilts slightly, a smirk growing on his lips. 

You shake your head fervently, your smaller hands clasping around his wrist. “No… I’m sorry.” 

“Good.” He captures your lips in a rough and sloppy kiss, grip around your throat loosening to pull you into him by the back of your neck. 

Your lips were soft, tongue holding the flavour of strawberries as he slipped his own past your lips. His hands anchor themselves in the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing roughly till you gasp. The reaction only made him delve deeper. He could get lost in you all too quickly, from your breath to the way your nails dug into his shoulders. Fuck, it was so hard to stay mad at you. The faces you made didn’t help either. Staring at him with those doe-like eyes of yours, dazed and pleading. 

“‘Saki, we can’t do this here… what if someone walks in on u- fuck!” A surprised moan interrupts your words as he runs his fingers along your unsurprisingly unclothed slit. He didn’t think you’d actually listen when he told you to come to work without panties today. But here he stands corrected. 

“You’ve been walking around in this tight-ass skirt the whole day like this?” Your shaky breath hits his lips as you nod, eye squeezing shut as he plays with your clit between his fingers. “Seeing clients with your pussy on display for everyone to see?” 

“Yes.” You whine, thighs closing around his hand. 

“So what the fuck makes you think I’m going to give a shit if someone walks in, when you’ve been fine with prancing around my building like this, huh?” The way you stutter on his fingers gives him more pleasure than he cared to admit, feeling your weak hand grip his forearm in a frail attempt to pull him away. But from the way your arousal was already coating his fingers he knew you didn’t want him to stop. No, not when he had you right where he wanted you.

“Kisaki, please. Fuck!” There it was, the begging. The desperation he sought after in your voice. He knew how to break you. Being so headstrong and stubborn in the day for the company and your colleagues, it made it all the more rewarding to see you crumble at just the flick of his wrist. 

“Mm, what's wrong, sweetheart~?” He mocks, teasing the pads of his index and forefinger at your soaked entrance, thumb pressed harshly into your clit.

“Please, I can’t…”

“You can’t?” Your head leans into the glass window as his digits slip easily inside, reaching their hilt in no time as your pussy practically sucks them in. “Why don’t you try that again.” The spongy spot on the roof grazes his fingertips, he presses into it gradually and watches your composure unravel. 

“Oh my- shit Tetta, don’t move your fingers like that.” He does it again out of spite, this time using the other hand to encircle your clit mercilessly, while he began pumping his fingers.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands here, y/n. Especially not after what you’ve done.” Your head rests on his shoulder, teeth and spit making a mess out of the cashmere suit jacket he’d just received from the dry cleaners. Not that he minded when it came to you, it would just be another reminder of the time you spent together. 

“But I didn’t… I didn’t do anything.” Your heated breath at the base of his neck elicits a surge of goosebumps across his skin. The additional spark running down the centre of his spine makes his cock twitch in his pants, straining against the material as you continue. “What have I done?” You whine in his ear, fingers tracing the waistband of his slacks. 

“You, my dear, have turned me soft.” He admits with a soft groan, resolve loosening with the tantalising graze of your fingertips. 

Your low airy chuckle makes his heart pound, the soft sound mixing with the heavy laboured breaths he continued to draw from you. “You don’t seem very soft to me.” He fights a moan as your hand cups him through his pants, fingers moving ever so slightly to add pressure.

“Mm,” he picks up the pace at your core, focusing on your g-spot and synching the movements at your clit in time with each press. “You’re a comedian today aren’t you?”

If he wasn’t pinning you to the window he was sure you’d already be on the floor with the way your thighs were shaking and squeezing around him. Hell, you’d practically put all your weight on him at this point. Your pussy held him in a vice grip of its own, walls growing tighter and tighter with each circle of his middle finger. The intensity invited your fingers to curl into the black belt at his waist, your manicured nails no doubt leaving crescent shaped imprints in the leather. 

“‘Saki, fuck. Kisaki, I can’t… I’m gonna-” 

“Uh-uh.” He grunts. “You really think you deserve to cum just like that?” He withdraws from you entirely and suddenly all at once, slipping free from your feeble grasp you’d still managed to maintain up till now. “This is a punishment after all.”

He was well aware you despised any form of punishment, he was probably to blame for that after spoiling you for as long as he has. Your whines fell on deaf ears, cries ignored while you leant on him, breathing erratic and shallow. No he couldn’t let you have it just yet, he needed to get his point across first. 

“On your knees.” Slowly you slide your way down the glass at your back, falling to your knees softly as he so graciously guided you by your forearms. Not wanting you to hurt yourself on your descent. 

As you looked up at him with a hazy glare he couldn’t help the smile that overcame his lips. Your blouse ruffled and untucked, skirt creased and bunched at your upper thigh, drool drying at the corner of your mouth, slightly ajar with ragged breaths. It was a sight reserved for him and him alone. 

His hand cups your face tenderly, running his thumb over your pillowy bottom lip. “Take it out, y/n.” As if awaiting his instruction your hands immediately start on his belt, slipping the leather out of the buckle and letting it hang loose at his waist. His buttons and zipper followed, his slacks soon pooling at his feet as you kitten-licked his hard on through his briefs. Kisaki chuckles at your brazen attempt at teasing, his ringed fingers lacing themselves in your hair. “Be good and I’ll give you what you want.” 

He witnesses the spark in your eyes as the words leave his mouth, the haze being replaced with a lustful determination he knew very well. You pull the front of his underwear down to let his cock spring free and tap against his dress shirt, pulling it down the rest of the way to let it sit mid thigh. 

The look in your eye is challenging when you take him in your mouth for the first time, tongue out and gaze locked with his. You take him deep, so deep that you can swipe your tongue where his shaft meets his balls effortlessly, a trick he was still figuring out as to where you’d learnt it from. You gag, letting your saliva cover his cock, enough for your hand and mouth to move in a seamless tandem. 

He bunches your hair into a messy ponytail, wrapping it around his fist as you bobbed. His hand moved in time with your head, his own lulling back as your tongue continuously circled his tip and your hand stroked the shaft in a steady twisting motion. You were relentless, chasing the reward he offered you without any disregard as spit covered your chin, pace increasing gradually. 

The moments you took him deep into your throat he could’ve sworn he saw stars, the tight muscle flexing as you gagged every time, taking a deep inhalation of air as you retreated before going back. His hand wrapped around your hair guided you in further, making your nails dig into his hips as he held you there for as long as you let him. With the way his hips were jutting into your mouth he knew he wouldn’t last long and when your hand tightened around him just that bit more he drew you to a halt, thrusting his cock deep, pressing the back of your head against the glass and painting your throat with his cum. 

Each swallow you took milked him more until he unravelled your hair from his fist, letting you sit back on your heels. He watched you continue to stroke him through heavy lids, lapping away any residual cum you were able to draw out, in doing so you made his legs tremble, driving him straight into overstimulation. 

“Fuck, y/n stop.” He hissed, cursing the way your lips curled into a smirk at his plea. “Are you proud of yourself?”

“I can make the CEO Kisaki Tetta tremble, of course I’m proud.” You lick a long stripe along his tip as you speak, making him bite his lip. 

“Enough.” He snaps, dragging you to his level by your jaw. “You’re a brat, you know that right.” 

“Yeah, but that’s what makes it fun.” You chime, batting your lashes innocently as you rebalance yourself to adjust your skirt. 

He catches your hands as you try to re-tuck your blouse, eyeing you with a mockingly sympathetic look. “What are you doing? We made a deal didn’t we?” You lick your lips in anticipation, eyes lighting up at the realisation. “Bend over the desk, skirt up.” 

You didn’t need to be asked twice. Sauntering your way to the mahogany table, cluttered with files and paperwork that you’d been drowning in the past few days. Finding a relatively clean area you lean on your forearms, pulling your skirt up past your thighs, exposing yourself fully for him. He drinks you up as if it was the first time he’s seen you like this, ass high and ready, truth be told he never got tired of seeing you naked, no matter how many times he’s had you under him.  

He steps out of his slacks to approach you, fingers kneading the flesh of your ass, spreading you nicely. Your pussy glistened and clenched around nothing in his mindless exploration, growing increasingly more enticing by the second.  

“‘Saki~” You whine, hips wiggling in his grasp. “Stop teasing.”

“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.” The pads of his fingers make quick work over his swollen tip, spreading the pooling residual cum before stroking his shaft leisurely. “Look at you, so needy, you’re practically dripping.” He slots himself between your slit, covering the head in your arousal that he could practically taste on his tongue. With a pause he gathers your skirt in a fist for future leverage. “Let’s let the whole office know who this pussy belongs to.”

With those final words he breaches your entrance, mouth agape as your plush walls welcomed him with open arms. Your gasp mimicked his, fingers tightening around the edge of dark wood while his hips clapped against yours with vigour. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ‘Saki!” You cry into the desk, hair partially fallen over your face from the force of his thrusts. 

He chuckles maniacally as he pulls you back onto his cock with every stroke, driving himself deeper and deeper. His free hand slips between your thighs to rub your clit, the stimulation on the sensitive bud making your walls clench. 

“That’s it, baby. Taking my cock so well. Creaming all over it like a good little slut.” He revels in your mewls of pleasure, reducing you to an incoherent mess of whimpers and moans. Your volume didn’t let up either, seemingly increasing the longer he nestled himself into that sweet spot he knew would turn you to putty in his hands. “Who makes you feel this good?” He continues, smacking your ass harshly. 

“Kisaki!” Was all you could muster, mind clouded with lust and pleasure. 

“Good girl. Who do you belong to?” His hips hit harder with each syllable, making sure to drive his point home. 

“Tetta!”

“You wanna cum, baby?” You whine as he ups the pressure on your clit, hips halting as he grinds deep into your dripping cunt. 

“Yes, please. Please, please let me cum ‘Saki!” Your thighs press together, constricting his cock further, drawing a deep growl from his throat. At this rate he wasn’t going to last long either, pushing through the oversensitivity becoming a greater feat. The edge was near and you were dragging him off the precipice with you at full speed. 

“Cum for me, y/n.” With one last circle of his fingers your walls lock him in place as you cum, borderline screaming only to muffle it with your hand. As you fall off that ledge of euphoria so does he, a white wash of silken cum marking your gummy insides as his completely. 

He stops himself from collapsing on you entirely, resting his free palm on the desk beside your waist, out of breath, hair in disarray and glasses partially fogged from the heat radiating from his skin. You lay in the same shape, chest rising and falling rapidly, legs about to give out from under you if not for Kisaki’s hand still between your thighs. 

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” He huffs, withdrawing from your pulsing pussy to tuck himself back in his briefs. 

You sigh at the emptiness, legs finally failing you as you crumple to the floor in a tired sweaty mess. A thick glob of Kisaki’s cum spills from your hole, forming a pool on your skirt that laid ruffled halfway down your ass. 

You muster a chuckle at his question, combing shaky fingers through your ruined hair. “What do you mean?”

He joins you on the floor, resting against the side of the desk with an exhausted breath. Instinctively you cuddle into his side, laying your head on his shoulder. “See this is what I’m talking about when I said you’re making me soft.” You both laugh, reflecting on the situation at hand. 

“You make it sound like it’s such a bad thing. You can’t be a heartless monster all your life.” He looks down at you with a soft smile, love and adoration filling his chest. That was something he had yet to actually admit to you, that he was in love. Working with you so closely, getting to see you at your most vulnerable, those were moments he cherished greatly. 

With a kiss on your forehead he sighs, shaking his head. “In my line of work, sweetheart, there’s no room for feelings.”

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