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After a recent run in with the Department of Special Abilities’ Special Operations Division, you had kept in somewhat regular contact with their Assistant Counsellor.
Your relationship with Ango Sakaguchi was somewhere between professional alliance and sordid dalliance, depending on the mood of the day. As an ability user, you were naturally on his radar, and your connections to the underworld of Yokohama as an information broker meant that you were a useful ally in the affairs of the department. It helped that he made sure you were reimbursed for your troubles.
It was a Friday afternoon when you next entered his office, closing the door behind yourself. You had never been particularly afraid of Ango. You weren’t really afraid of anyone since your ability tended to allow you to come out on top in a fight. But, staring each other down across his office while the light of the setting sun shone in your eyes and turned Ango into a shadow, was slightly unsettling. You two had met previously, when he was emptying the safety deposit boxes of various Yokohama businesses before he was recruited by both the Port Mafia and the local branch of the Department of Special Abilities. While you'd win against a regular ability user, you were less certain you'd end up on top if he pulled a gun on you. The occasional rumours about the unsuspecting assistant counsellor who occasionally leaves rogue ability users with three bullet holes, did not escape your network. Between his brain, his criminal record, and the training the government made him do as an intelligence officer, you really didn't want to tussle with Ango if you didn't have to.
“Sit,” he said brusquely, as straightforward as always, eyes not leaving his computer screen.
You strode towards his desk and relaxed into the chair. You had called him about a particularly interesting rumour, but had not been able to convince him to ditch protocol and go to your favourite lowkey dive bar to have this little chat.
You relayed your information with as much detail as possible, and tried to provide any potential connections you could see with other rumours you’d heard. After about twenty minutes, you finished your report. You sat in silence for a moment, letting him scan over what he had written.
“You look terrible,” you said, breaking the silence. “Taneda not letting you go home?” You clocked the trashcan next to his desk that was full of empty coffee cups and energy drinks.
“It’s been a couple days,” Ango replied with a sigh, leaning back in his chair, head resting against the back of the chair and eyes closed. “I’m hoping your information will be enough to get me out of here. At least for one night.”
You hum, understanding, and quietly stand up and walked around the desk. “Is that why you haven’t come around lately?” It had been a couple weeks since the two of you had hooked up, and you had an Ango-sized itch that needed to be scratched. He doesn’t even flinch when you slide your arms around his neck and make an unstable attempt at straddling his lap.
He quickly gripped your hips, holding you steady as best he could. “This chair isn’t meant for this,” he chastised lightheartedly, a faint smile ghosting across his face.
You squeaked in surprise when he suddenly lifts you, plopping you onto his desk in a quick motion. “You’re stronger than you look,” you said with a chuckle, sliding your hands down his biceps that held him up on either side of your lap.
“I have work to do,” he said quietly, looking at you over the rim of his glasses.
“One little, itty-bitty kiss and I’ll be out of your hair,” you said with a smile and raised your pinky finger. “Promise.”
Ango sighs, exasperatedly, but nonetheless locks his pinky with yours.
You laugh briefly, glad at your small victory before being pulled into a kiss.
You had meant it (kind of) when you said “little, itty-bitty kiss.” You had just wanted to tease him. To be a bit annoying. So you couldn’t help the slight moan that escaped you from the immediate fire this kiss ignited inside you. You had almost forgotten the chemistry that existed between the two of you and you melted into the way his mouth moved against yours.
It wouldn’t be the first time you had hooked up in his office. The old couch in the corner had seen a couple particularly heated quickies that had involved having your face shoved into the cushion so Ango’s subordinates wouldn’t hear him blow your back out from down the hall.
Just as you leant back, pulling him down onto you by the tie, you’re interrupted by a knock at the door.
It goes ignored for a moment as Ango deepens the kiss, his tongue moving against yours. But the knocking becomes more insistent. He pulls away from you and glances at the door, panting lightly. Obvious annoyance playing on his features.
“Sir,” a voice says through the door. “I have a message from the Chief.”
Ango groans, running a hand through his hair and standing up. “Sit,” he orders you.
You flop back into the chair, trying to catch your breath and not look too suspicious.
Ango opened the door and stared at his subordinate. “Yes?”
“Sir, uh-,” the man began and stumbled over his words, glancing at you across the room before noticing his boss’ slightly crooked tie and flushed face.
Ango quickly straightened it, and cleared his throat, snapping the man to attention. “What's the message?”
“Chief Taneda says that you should go home for the night once you’re done with your meeting.”
“Thank you for letting me know,” Ango said, trying not to sound too relieved, and practically slammed the door in the man's face.
You turned to look over your shoulder. “Congrats on being freed,” you joked.
“Let’s go before they realise I’m gone,” Ango replied, grabbing his bag and rushing you out the door.
***
The two of you walked quickly out the building to the parking lot and you’d hardly closed the passenger door before Ango swung out of the parking space and sped out of the lot.
“Jesus, careful!” you said with a laugh.
“Taneda made me take a couple defensive driving classes, don't worry,” he replied, smirking slightly.
“Didn’t you recently get t-boned?” you ask, chuckling. You only laughed harder when you saw his eyes flicker to you and his smirk turn into his trademark frown.
“Shut up,” he replied, trying to hold the frown, and shifting his attention to the pack of smokes in the cupholder.
You beat him to it, snatching the pack and take out a cigarette for him. “Both hands on the wheel,” you chastised, placing the cigarette to let it dangle from his lips.
“Lighter should be in the glove department,” he said quietly.
You fished it out, and leaned across the centre console to light the cigarette for him.
The rest of the ride to Ango’s apartment was quiet, the city lights illuminated the two of you as you sped down the streets.
When you finally got inside, you chuckled to yourself watching Ango haphazardly kick off his shoes and abandon his suit jacket and bag on the kitchen island before falling back onto the couch, one arm dangling off and the other resting over his eyes, pushing his glasses onto his forehead. This wasn't the first time you'd been in his apartment so you made yourself at home, wandering over to his drinks cabinet and fixing the two of you a drink. You walk back towards him, wondering whether he'd actually fallen asleep. But as soon as you got a bit closer, you laughed as he raised the arm that had fallen off the couch in search of his drink.
"What a host you are!" you said teasingly, standing over him. "You bring me home, take up the whole couch and expect me to make you a drink. What am I? Your '50's housewife?"
He smiled slightly, still covering his eyes. "Please tell me you made me a drink."
You laughed, putting the glass in his outstretched hand. "You'll have to sit up to drink it, genius. You want a straw? Or should I baby-bird it to you?"
Ango groaned but sat up, unable to hide his grin. "No need to baby-bird it to me. I actually insist that you don't do that." He downed the drink, exchanged the empty glass on the coffee table for your hand and flopped back down again, pulling you with him.
Once again, you tossed a leg over him, straddling his lap, intentionally wiggling to get comfortable before sliding your hands up his torso and cuddling against him.
His hands moved from your thighs to your hips, smoothing over your jeans and dipping under your baggy t-shirt to caress the warm skin of your waist and back.
You nuzzled against his neck, peppering kisses along his throat and jawline before capturing his lips in another searing kiss, the taste of expensive whiskey evident on his lips. You moaned against him as his grip tightened on your waist, holding you closer against him. You could feel the arousal build in your abdomen and it was obvious that he was just as excited and pent up as you. You sat up suddenly, breaking the kiss, to pull your t-shirt over your head. You grabbed his hands, sliding them from your waist to your breasts, urging him to tease you while grinding your hips against his, feeling his hardened length against your clothed, aching core. You make quick work of his tie, tossing it aside before unbuttoning his shirt.
Ango groaned quietly, manoeuvring the two of you so he was sitting against the back of the couch, and letting you push his shirt off his shoulders, running your hands over his toned upper body. His mouth met your neck and collarbones, sucking and biting gently, just enough to leave a slight mark that would be gone by tomorrow. Part of you wished he'd really mark you as his, but you figured you'd have to really provoke him for that. One of his hands left your breasts to quickly unclasp your bra, pulling it off your arms and tossing it aside before returning to their ministrations, pinching and massaging your nipples.
You arched into his hands, moaning quietly and revelling in the ways he was touching you. You continued to try to get some kind of friction, but between the several layers of pants, it was infuriatingly difficult. You pulled away from him, sliding to the floor between his knees and slowly running your hands up his thighs to tease the obvious bulge in his pants.
Ango sighed deeply, letting his head fall to the back of the couch.
You freed his erection from his trousers, running your hand teasingly up and down the shaft, smearing the beads of pre-cum around his tip. You stared up at him from your place between his thighs. Ango never asked you or told you to go down on him, you suspected it was because he hated being vulnerable in any way, and in this position he was certainly vulnerable. Eyes closed gently, head thrown back, and lips slightly parted, he was a picture. You figured he'd get you back ten-fold later, like always. You revelled in his slight gasp when you licked a stripe from base to tip, taking him slowly into your mouth.
One of his hands wound itself into your hair, setting the pace. You gagged and moaned around the size of him, drool coating your chin and tears springing to your eyes as he manoeuvred you up and down his dick, hitting the back of your throat and holding you there every few pumps.
Your own hand meanwhile had slid into your jeans to your soaked panties, rubbing slow circles on your throbbing clit. Your hips twitched against your hand, still not getting enough. You whined as best you could around Ango, making him moan from the vibrations of your throat.
He pulled you off of him, staring down at you with hooded eyes, mirroring your own. "As much as I like cumming on your face, I'd rather not today." He coaxed you back into his lap, not missing the way you quickly pull your hand from your own sex. He grabbed you by the wrist and held your hand in front of his face, looking at the way they light reflects off your juices.
"Are you feeling neglected?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as you pout in defence. "I'll take care of you, don't you worry."
You squeaked in surprise when he once again lifts you, this time standing from the couch, wrapping your legs around his hips and carrying you across the apartment to his bedroom. He placed you gently on your back and quickly removes the rest of both of your clothing. He then hooked your legs over his shoulders, pressing chaste kisses to the inside of your knees, then thighs, then hips. He ignored the area you want his face the most, until he didn't. You moaned loudly when his mouth suddenly closed around your aching clit. He held your hips against the bed as you attempted to grind on his face, almost instantly feeling the buildup of pressure in your abdomen. His hand snaked up your body, giving a brief squeeze to your breast before caressing your face.
You knew what he wanted and you quickly opened your mouth, taking in two of his fingers and licking and sucking greedily on the long digits.
He pulled his fingers free after a moment, staring at you over your stomach from where he was torturing your clit and watched the way your jaw slackened and your back arched as he slowly pushed his fingers into you until he was stopped at the knuckle.
Your hands gripped his forearm that was braced against your hips as he fucked you with his fingers, scissoring them against your walls and curling them into your g-spot torturously. You could feel your orgasm getting closer and knew it wouldn't take much to send you over the edge. The coil snapped with a particularly rough suck, and you were cumming around the curl of his fingers.
He wasn't finished though. He had you cumming on his tongue a second time not long after, his technique flawless.
"Ango", you moaned, gripping his arm tightly.
"Mhm," he responded against you, watching the way you try to grind on his face.
"I need more," you whined, feeling slightly like you'd lose the plot if he didn't fill you up soon. "Please, just fuck me already," you practically pleaded.
He pulled away from your dripping pussy, wiping his face haphazardly on his arm. “How could I say ‘no’ when you ask so nicely?” Ango asked, before leaning over you and capturing your lips in a heated kiss, licking into your mouth, letting you get a taste of yourself.
The kiss was broken when he rubbed his length through your folds, coating himself in a mixture of your juices and his spit. The two of you both released breathy moans as he slowly pushed into you, sheathing himself completely inside you in one, slow motion. His hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you against him as you both adjusted.
No matter how many times the two of you had hooked up, you still hadn't gotten used to how big he was. He definitely fit the stereotype of the skinny, unassuming nerd plus big dick equation. He wasn't scary large; slightly above average, but that didn't stop your jaw from going slack as you gripped the bedsheets beneath you. You couldn't stop your hips from moving against his, the stretch immaculate.
"So impatient," he breathed, pulling your legs from where they sat around his waist and placing them back on his shoulders. He marvelled at the way you whined and arched your back in anticipation, attempting to get him to move. He granted your wish, pulling out slowly, before slamming back in. The feeling of your warm, tight heat was enough to take his breath away and he couldn't held the light groan that left his throat.
Your eyes rolled and you moaned his name loudly, legs tensing on his shoulders. He pulled moan after moan from your lungs as he repeated this torturous, slow-fast pace. You were certain you could feel every vein in his cock when he pulled out and he rubbed against your g-spot with each thrust. You rolled your hips up to meet his, hand quickly finding your clit and quickly rubbing it. Your orgasm was building slowly, and you felt that you desperately needed to cum.
"Fuck," you sigh, and whine his name again.
He got the hint, pushing your legs off his shoulders and pinning them to your chest before pounding into you with a steady, fast pace.
Your hand fell away from your clit to grab at Ango's arms, nails digging into his pale skin. He quickly picked up the slack however, roughly massaging your clit with his fingers. Your orgasm washed over you quickly, like a tidal wave. You cry out loudly, legs straining against where he held them as they shook; you were overwhelmed by pleasure. You were almost too fucked out to hear Ango moan from the feeling of your walls gripping him and your orgasm sloshing around his cock.
His pace slowed to a stop and he moved your legs to his hips again as he let you catch your breath, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. He leaned down as you pull him into a deep kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Tired?" he whispered against your lips.
"Not even a little bit," you replied, urging him so that his back was against the headboard and lowering yourself onto him. You were a tried and true pillow princess, but you did enjoy the occasional cowgirl moment. You braced your hands behind you on his thighs, grinding against him for a moment before beginning to bounce on it. Your eyes slipped closed and you bit your lip, moaning quietly.
His hands gripped your ass, watching the way your breasts bounced in his face. As much as he liked the view of your tits and the way your brow was pinched in a mix of concentration and pleasure, he was less of a fan of your slow pace.
Your eyes popped open when you felt him move beneath you. Before you could push his shoulders into the pillows in an effort to stave his impatience, you were flipped onto your front with your hips in the air. "Hey! Not fair!" you protest, staring over your shoulder at him.
"Sorry," he replied, shrugging, before burying himself in you again, head lolling backwards with a groan.
Your head fell to the mattress with a cry as he once against set a punishing pace, clearly chasing his own pleasure now. Even so, he didn't neglect you, reaching around you to rub quick circles on your clit.
"You can give me one more, huh?" Ango egged you on as you babbled his name and various curses and pleas.
You could indeed feel another orgasm looming, the coil in your abdomen getting tighter. It only took a few more seconds for your fourth orgasm to wash over you. You moaned loudly and your body writhed as you came hard, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
The feeling of you gushing around his cock and the way you cried out his name was enough to put him on the edge. His rhythm began to falter and one of his hands slid down the curve of your spine to pin you to the bed by the back of your neck, while the other braced himself on the headboard. What really sent him over was the sound of you begging him to not pull out. With a curse and a moan, he filled you up, painting your overstimulated walls with his cum.
The two of you stayed frozen for a moment, the only sound was that of your panting, the two of you utterly exhausted. You whined when he slowly pulled out, letting your knees slide until you were lying on the bed.
"We need a bath," he said quietly, gently rubbing up and down your back.
You nodded your head, eyes closed and slowly roll over, letting Ango pull you to your feet and wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel both of your releases leaking out of you as you made your way to the bathroom.
The two of you took a quick shower, before sliding into bed. You cuddled against Ango's side, listening to the quiet sound of his breathing and soon you both fall fast asleep.