Undisclosed Desires

30. Slow Hands

There is always a mystery to him and his mask, like you never knew what he was thinking underneath. "Still with the formalities?" He asks as he reaches for his coffee. "I thought we agreed to Master Kiyoomi." He teases you, noticing the corner of your ears heat up a bright red.

He carefully examines you. At first glance, you seem almost innocent—submissive.

Your aesthetic matches perfectly with the cute barista appeal. Any person walking in for a cup of joe would be intrigued by your wide eyes and rosy cheeks.

There's no doubt your twinkling eyes caught Atsumu's attention. He probably thought the same thing about the naivety.

But you are not naive, are you? He thought to himself. Let alone innocent.

"He gave you his hoodie. Things must be serious." He states, noticing a familiar article of clothing. Underneath his mask, his lip slightly twitches with discomfort.

Atsumu sleeping with you is understandable. You are attractive and talented Sakusa can attest to that. But it's the parading around, the giving of gifts, the "girlfriend" word. It confused him.

"I just got cold...he let me borrow it." You whisper.

The clueless barista act is cute. But if there's one thing Sakusa knows about Atsumu, he only falls for strong and assertive types. Like the ones who sneak into a nightclub with a gun. The kind of person who radiates confidence, making a man drunk with the idea of touching their dancing body. That type of person.

So why are you pretending?

His leather fingers trace the countertop, dancing on the glass display of goodies as he walks behind the counter to face you.

There was no longer a barrier between the two of you. You try not to get dizzy with the closeness.

"Well, good thing I brought you something, too." His leather gloves hold a small velvet black box. The familiar logo on the cover from the jewelry store next door.

A dainty necklace with a silver pendant.

The cold metal touches your skin as he places it around your neck. "So you remember who you actually belong to." He smirks as his hot breath tickles your nape as he inches closer. "Keep it on at all times, Alright, Princess? Even when he's fucking you." He hums.

Slightly sliding off his mask, he keeps eye contact directly with you as he drinks his beverage. "Thanks for the coffee."

The necklace was slender and light, yet the cold metal burned your skin as it lays on your chest. The rest of the day, your fingers periodically touched the necklace, almost like a nervous tick, making sure it was still there. You always said you hated receiving gifts, yet as your fingers feel the small pendant, it makes you smile.

"Guess who." The dimmed storage closet becomes darker as two hands cover your eyes. The act startled you, causing you to jump back into the arms of the man.

Sakusa?

You almost blurted it out. But the man was impatient, immediately plunging his lips onto your nape, "I couldn't stop thinking about you all fuckin day." He whispers on your skin, "All my meetings today, all I kept thinking about was your mouth around my coc—"

"Tsumu!" You interrupt him. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious, baby?" He sinfully whispers in your ear as he flips you around to face him. His lips were needy, pressed on your lips as his tongue immediately swirled in your mouth. Even if you wanted to, you could never refuse him. He's intoxicating.