Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Author's Notes: retroactively dedicated to my guest commenter, "adachi asslicker" on AO3.

With Adachi’s asshole firmly planted against your lips and his leg wrapped around your head, you were effectively trapped. The scent of taint was almost unbearable. It was so intense. So manly. So overpowering. So unlike Adachi himself. He was supposed to just be the goofy new guy at work. He wasn’t supposed to get those blurry phone pics you took for your boyfriend. Why did Adachi and Arashi have to be so close together in your phone?! You were definitely deleting Adachi’s number from your phone—and worse—after this deal was over.

“C'mon, I said lick me clean. Not just sit there and stare at me. Get to it, slut!” he said with a twirl of his pistol. Your blood ran cold as you stared at the gun. Why did he even have that if it was just office work he’d be doing today? He blinked. Then his lips cracked into a wide maniacal smile. “It’s not loaded but we can pretend it’s not if that’s what’ll get you to do what I told you to do. ”

You groaned as he pushed his stiff cock to the side with the barrel of the pistol and pointed it at your forehead. The scent of gunpowder and metal mixed with the unbearably masculine smell of his balls and taint. You didn’t know whether to huff more of his balls or to lick his gun instead. He sighed. You groaned. It was time to do what you promised to do.

Hesitantly, your tongue swiped across Adachi’s asshole. Salty bitterness stained your palate. It wasn’t horrible. He was clean. Yet this felt all so dirty! How could you agree to do this?! Your boyfriend wouldn’t even dream about asking you to do such a thing. Adachi pressed his gun harder against your skull. The pressure was enough for a red imprint to show up on your skin. Another sigh escaped you.

Your tongue swirled around his twitching pucker. Once, twice, three times. The taste grew less and less intense with each lick, thankfully. However, something started to build in you. Something you couldn’t stand. If it was anyone but him—especially your boyfriend—it would have been okay. The fact that it was him, Tohru ‘Blackmail is cool and good actually’ Adachi, whose ass you were eating and getting turned on by… That’s what made things incredibly awful.

Muffled moans and groans managed to slip past your busy lips in between licks and kisses. No, wait, why did you kiss him?

“Knew you were a dirty slut. Maybe it’s good I chickened out of, mmmhhnn… chickened outta asking you out. Fuck, just like that. Get in there.”

Arousal burned through your body. Your tongue slithered against the tight hole before prodding the dead center. The bitter taste lingered the most there and it was intense. You didn’t know if you wanted to shove it inside him or not. The pressing of the gun grew harder. You pushed your tongue harder against him in return. Slowly, but surely, your tongue managed to push inside his ass.

“Ffffffuuuck, that’s it, slut, keep tongue fucking my ass.” His words made you throb. Your eyes squeezed shut as he pulled the gun away just to lean back against the office chair. “Shit, your boyfriend gets this every night, huh? Gotta say I’m a lil’ jealous.”

He continued to talk in between deep, breathy moans and shuddering gasps of pleasure. His hips squirmed against your face. Every wiggle either pushed you deeper inside of him or pulled you out of him. You didn’t know what you preferred, you just knew it was a pain. You felt his balls twitch against your sweat-slicked face as he grew closer and closer to his release. Pre leaked from his cock and dripped into your hair. Musky-smelling droplets seeped into your hair and scalp. You’d definitely smell like him until you came home.

“Fuck!”

He bucked his hips against your face as his leg pulled you in even closer. Pain split itself through your neck as he kept you flush against his ass. His orgasm tore through him. He panted and moaned above you. Sweat rolled down Adachi’s face and neck as trembles wracked his slim body. You felt the muscles in his calf shift and tense up behind you. His ass clenched and twitched around your poor tongue. His balls tightened. Then, you felt something hotter and stickier than his pre splatter against your hairline.

A heavy sigh escaped the both of you as he finally let you go.

“Say cheese,” he muttered before the clicking of a camera echoed through the room. You stared up at him, pubic hair scattered across your wet mouth, with wide eyes as the flash on his flip phone blinded you. He got up from his sticky office seat and yanked his slacks back on. He looked towards you and smiled.

“Same time next week. Don’t be late.”