Naito One Shot Collection

Make Me

Pairing: Naito/FCs
Category: NSFW

"Make me."

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  "You scared the shit out of me Naito!" You chastised, trying to calm your racing heart. You had just walked into your hotel room from the swimming pool and nearly had a heart attack seeing your client Tetsuya Naito sprawled across your bed looking like he had not a care in the world. This was troubling for two reasons. First, how the hell did he get in your room? Secondly, he was supposed to have already left for an interview with Sports Illustrated. Meaning he was late; again. Meaning you were going to have to smooth ruffled feathers on his behalf. Being his agent was not an easy job. 

"Aren't you the one always bitching about girls breaking into your hotel room?" You complained to him. "Why would you do it to someone else?" You turned on the shower to warm up before returning to the bedroom area to work on getting your troublesome client out of your bedroom.

"Want some company in the shower?" He asked disregarding your previous inquiry. "I'd be happy to help you soap up. Make sure you get all those hard to reach places."

You rolled your eyes, quite used to Naito trying to charm his way into your pants. 

 "I've told you before Naito, I don't fuck my clients." Your lips hitched up into a smirk at his put upon expression. It was a shame, you knew the two of you would be dynamite in the sack together.

"You're fired." Naito said bluntly rising from the bed, stalking closer to you.

"No, I'm not." You replied in a sing song voice. "Now get the fuck out of my room and get to your damn interview."

"Make me." He retorted childishly, glaring mutinously at you. You just smiled sweetly and stepped up to his chest. You had plenty of ammunition to get Tetsuya Naito to comply with your demands. Stretching up to his ear you whispered a thinly veiled threat of disclosure of a very embarrassing piece of information to his LIJ stable mates, making his eyes widen as he wondered exactly how you knew about that.

"Touché." He said an expression of grudging respect on his face. "You fight dirty. I like it." He chuckled. "Makes me want you more. But I'll go be a good boy and go. I'll leave you to your shower where you can stick your fingers in your pretty little pussy while you wish it was my tongue instead." He teased waltzing out the door as you cursed him and headed to the shower cursing him the entire way.

But he wasn't wrong, because that was exactly what you intended to do.