Naito One Shot Collection

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Pairing: Tetsuya Naito/FC

Category: Suggestive

"Wear that outfit I like tonight. You know the one."

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Stomping through the house you cursed out loud, as you headed with single minded determination towards your bedroom closet, a pair of scissors clutched in your fist. You were pissed to say the least.

"How dare he?" You fumed as you slammed through the bedroom door, pushing it so hard it bounced off the wall and ricocheted back at you. If you had been any slower it would have knocked you right in the face. What had set you off so violently? None other than Tetsuya Naito. He wasn't your boyfriend per se. The two of you had gone one a few dates and were pretty hot and heavy. But for the past month? Radio silence. No phone calls, no texts, noting. Not a damn word. Then tonight he finally contacts you. Not even bothering with a phone call, just a simple text.

Picking you up at 7:00, be ready. Wear that outfit I like tonight. You know the one. It read. And yes, you did know the one and you were currently digging through your closet to find the little red thing he adored.

"The fucking nerve," You ranted pulling it from the hanger and exiting the closet. "He thinks he can just order me on a date? Not even bother asking? After a month...I don't think so." You muttered. "And to presume he can tell me what to wear on top of it. Hell no."

You gleefully took the scissors to the fabric, shredding the dress into it rested starkly on your white comforter looking almost confetti like. Feeling a bit better after taking your frustrations out on the dress you smiled victoriously. Next you hopped in the shower, washing off the day's make up and rinsing out the style you had your hair in.

Once you were done you didn't bother brushing out or drying your hair, simply piling it in a knotted mess on top of your head before slipping into a pair of baggy sweats and an old t-shirt your previous boyfriend had left behind. At 7:30 when Tetsuya finally showed up, that was exactly how you greeted him. No make-up, unkempt hair and in ratty pajamas. His smile quickly faded as he took in your appearance. When he spotted the t-shirt his eyes flashed dangerously making you take a step back as he entered your living room.

"I told you I would be here at 7:00. Why aren't you ready?" He asked sliding off his sports coat and throwing over the back of the couch.

"You don't get to just demand I be ready Tetsuya," You snapped. "You haven't even said a word to me in a month and all I get is a fucking text?" You watched as he unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt pushing the sleeves up a bit as he watched you with an almost bored expression. You were in disbelief as he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his smooth chest to your view. "I hope you don't think for one second we are having sex," You screeched crossing your arms petulantly over your chest. "You can get the hell out of my house."

"I told you I would be here, to be ready, and to wear that dress." He said capturing you in his predatory gaze. "I show up not only to find you not ready, but wearing another man's shirt." Naito threw his shirt on top of his jacket never breaking eye contact. "I suggest you take it off before I get upset." He said pointedly glaring at the offending item.

"No." You said flatly, chin raising stubbornly. "I like it and I'm not taking it off."

With a shake of his head Naito took a step towards you, making you stumble backwards into the wall quickly finding yourself trapped in between the two. Naito gripped your chin forcing you to look up at him. "Take off the fucking shirt." He growled. You stared stubbornly back at him, telling yourself the tingling in between your legs had nothing to do with the man in front of you, and his manhandling of you. Staring right in his eyes you deliberately shook your head no a satisfied smirk firmly on your lips.

You were shocked when he stepped away from you and returned to the couch, slowly putting on his shirt and jacket and turning to you with an unreadable expression.

"You should've taken off the fucking shirt." He said before walking out your front door without a backwards glance.