#takashi mitsuya.txt

[s4no]

࿐ cw: gn!reader, toxic!mitsuya, manipulation, finger sucking, he’s your boss, mitsuya plays you like a fuckin’ fiddle (’:

"you're a lifesaver, you know."

"flattery won't get you anywhere."

even as you say it, you know it's a lie. mitsuya does too. the only reason you're spending your friday night here at work instead of relaxing at home is because he's such a smooth talker. he always knows the right things to say, how to pull reactions out of you, how to tug at your heartstrings until you're nothing but a puppet acting out the scene he's written just for you.

lavender eyes flicker away from the silk, and you don't have to meet his gaze to know it's directed at you. it's fond, affectionate even. you're his favorite employee, always so obedient and willing to follow orders. he's played it safe with you so far because he doesn't want to give you any reason to quit— but tonight, mitsuya thinks it's finally time to test the waters. he wants to push you a bit, to see if you run away at the first sign of danger.

"stop looking at me, you're going to— ow!" you yank your hand away from the fabric when something pricks your finger and it only takes a second to register it's the needle he's been using to sew the pattern together. you're certain it's a mistake, especially when you see his startled expression.

"shit, my bad." quickly, he sets the needle down and steps around the mannequin, minimizing the distance between the two of you. he has to strike while the iron is hot. "are you bleeding?" his brows are furrowed as he feigns concern, the corners of his lips turned down into a frown to really sell the performance. "here, let me see."

before you can react, his hand reaches out to grasp yours, turning it over with your palm upwards. he can only hope you notice how small your fingers are compared to his, and it seems his hopes aren't in vain because your cheeks dust with the prettiest shade of pink he's ever seen.

"i-it's okay.." he notes your stuttering but refuses to relent. not before he pushes you a little further.

instead, he singles out your index finger so the crimson droplet beaded on the surface of your skin glints in the light. "no, 's not." his voice is dripping with faux sympathy, "allow me." and without another word, mitsuya lifts your hand to his mouth and wraps his lips around the tip of your finger.

your breath hitches as his tongue slowly swirls around the digit. it's not just warm. it's hot. unbearably so, but you can't seem to move. because despite the overwhelming heat, his lilac eyes have you frozen in place, even with the alarm bells ringing inside your head. he's got you— hook, line, and sinker.

delighted, he hums and you can feel the vibrations not just around your finger, but in your cunt as well. it makes your thighs press together and the air feel heavy in your lungs. you're spiraling fast, but it isn't until he starts sucking that you finally crashland. a breathless whimper escapes you, and mitsuya takashi revels in the high that it brings him.

if he wasn't sure before, he's sure now— you will fall for him. that, he guarantees.