Take a message
cw || sex while on the phone
pairing || kisaki x reader
“Yes, I’m looking over the offer right now.”
You hummed to yourself as you struggled with the many straps on the lingerie you were trying on. “Damn thing…all this effort for something that’s coming off in two minutes.”
“Bump it up an extra ten percent and then we’ll talk merging.” You smiled in triumph as you finally got the straps into place. The lacy material was soft on your skin, as well as snug in all the right places, and you gave yourself an appreciative once over in the full length mirror. “I don’t give a shit. Either bump it up another ten—actually, no. Make it fifteen percent since you just pissed me off.”
You spun around to face the man lounging on the chaise that was situated in the middle of the walk-in closet, a glass of liquor in one hand and his phone in the other. He looked you up from head to toe behind his glasses, corner of his lip pulling up, and beckoned you over with a tilt of his head. You sauntered over, making sure to put an extra swing in your hips, and turned around when you made it to him.
“You like?” You slightly leaned forward, ass presented to him, and he let out a low hum.
“I love.” He quietly said. “I don’t care if you’re already splitting with someone else, I want my fifteen percent.”
“Here,” You straightened up and turned to face him. “Have a closer look.” You climbed onto the chaise to straddle his lap, your hands feeling up the muscles of his chest. He took a sip of the brown liquor in his glass before setting it on the side table.
“Good. I’ll lend you five crates, all military grade. That should be enough to get it done. Pick it up at the base in Minato, and tell them I sent you.” You smiled as you listened to him talk. It was always so hot listening to Kisaki conduct business, and the growing wetness between your thighs was your testament.
A sigh of his name left your lips as he toyed with the straps along your inner thighs, his fingers reaching higher and higher until he was pushing against your clothed sex, digits then pressing firmly against your clit through the fabric. You rocked against his hand, your lips moving to his neck as you placed soft kisses onto his tanned skin.
“Don’t call me until it’s done.” Kisaki tossed the phone to the other end of the chaise. “Sorry, sweetheart. That’s my last call for tonight.”
“‘Promise?” The tips of fingers slid past the waistband of your panties.
“Promise. Now why don’t you—”
The sound of his ringtone blared throughout the room.
“Tetta.” You pulled back to give him an annoyed look. “You already cancelled our date night, and now you can’t even give me two minutes?”
“Baby, it’s business. You know—” You cut him off.
“Tuh, give it to me.” You snatched his phone before he could grab it. “It’s Hanma.”
“Hello?” You put the phone to your ear, raising your eyebrow at the amused look Kisaki gave you.
“Where’s my boss, doll face?”
“‘Saki’s busy. What do you want?”
“I want you to put him on. I have to tell him something.” Kisaki began to press kisses to your cleavage, his hands grabbing your ass to pull you further up his lap, the bulge in his slacks pushing up against you.
“I told you, he’s busy. I can take a message though.” Hanma heaved a sigh and you held back a giggle as Kisaki’s teeth nipped at your neck.
“Put him on the damn phone!”
“Don’t yell at me, asshole!” You moved the phone away from your ear and tapped your finger against the hang-up button before tossing it back to where it was before. “Idiot.”
“Shh, c’mere.” He grabbed your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up, blue eyes, no longer frames by his glasses, gazing into yours. “You’ve got my attention now, so don’t waste it.”
You smiled, hands dropping to the clasps on your hips. “I think you should make it up to me…y’know, for making we wait so long.” Your panties fell into Kisaki’s lap, no longer held up by the straps, and you held his shoulders as you raised up on your knees. He grinned up at you, head tilting back, and gripped the backs of your thighs as he slouched down.
“I should, yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.” He pulled you closer, hot tongue running over your clit, and you closed your eyes with a moan. “Fuck, ‘Saki..” His fingers sink into your flesh as he groans into you, all of his attention on your clit as he flicks it back and forth. Shivers wrack up and down your body as you move your hips back and forth, his tongue switching between abusing your clit and dipping into your dripping hole.
His lips detach from your clit as his phone, once again, starts to ring. “Ugh!” He pulled you back down to straddle his lap, cheeks and lips glistening from your juices, and leans over to snatch his phone up.
“What the fuck does he want?” He hits answer and tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder. “What!?” His hand slips between you two, and you hear the familiar clank of his belt coming undone. “That’s your fuck up! Don’t bother me with it!”
He tucks the elastic of his briefs under his balls, thick cock leaking against his dress shirt, and you wasted no time lifting your hips up and positioning him at your entrance.
“Go fix it–” Kisaki sucks in a sharp breath as you drop your hips down, taking him all in at once. “Shit, ba—” You leaned forward and slipped your tongue into his mouth, moaning into the kiss as you tasted yourself on him, and rocked back and forth, the motions stimulating your aching clit.
You could hear Hanma’s annoyed voice through the receiver, noticing he was now on speaker, and you lifted off of Kisaki’s cock, the tip just barely in, and slammed back down. He moaned into your mouth, his hand dropping the phone as he grips your ass instead. He helps you move, your wet pussy making it all the more easy, and you moan obnoxiously loud as you break away from the kiss.
“Are you fucking right now?”
“G-Get Kaku—fuck—to deal with it.” He mouths at you through your bra, and you quickly tug the material down, his lips enclosing around your hard nipple.
“As hot as your girl sounds, this shit is serious, Kisaki.”
You cradled his head to your breasts and slightly lifted your hips so he could fuck up into you, lewd squelches filling the room as he did. His teeth sink into your breast and you hiss, his tongue soothing the sting before he pulls away with a ‘pop’.
He lets his head fall back, his eyes glazed over with lust, and you smile as he tries to speak but can’t, too absorbed in the way you clench your walls around him, his cock throbbing inside you. You take over once again, his choked moans encouraging you to go faster.
“Yeah, alright, just fuck me and Bonten, right?”
“You can’t even talk, ‘Saki?” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, his head tilting forward as he tried to deepen it, but you pressed your hand to his chest. The muscles in your legs had begun to ache, but you pushed forward, one hand dropping to circle around your clit, and pressed your forehead against his. “You like it that much?”
“D..Don’t–” He gritted his teeth when you rotated your hips. “Don’t bitch me.”
“Then don’t be a–ah!” You gasped when Kisaki quickly switched your positions, your head bouncing on the cushion, and folded your legs up into your chest. His cock slammed into you rough, hard, and fast, balls slapping against you with each thrust, and you uncontrollably moaned and screamed, your theatrics reaching an all new high.
The combination of Kisaki fucking into you like a starved man, the multiple glasses of wine you had prior, and the fact that Hanma was still on the phone—with a series of suspicious sounds coming from his end—was enough to have your eyes rolling back as you came with a shout of your husband’s name.
His body pressed you further into the chaise as he stilled inside you, a drawn out groan leaving him as a warmth filled you. “Uh, shit.” He panted above you, his sweaty face burrowing into your neck as he fell on the side of you, his arms pulling you into his chest.
You blindly swiped your hand back and forth until your fingers found his phone. You lifted it to your face and hovered your finger over the red icon, Hanma’s name still at the top of the screen. “Did you get your rocks off, you pervert?” Before he could answer you hung up, placing the phone back where it was, after cutting it off first, before turning to snuggle into Kisaki’s chest, his arms wrapping around you tighter.
“Next time, let it go to voicemail.”
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