Kazuchika Okada One Shot Collection

Company

Pairing: Kazuchika Okada/FC

Category: Suggestive

Warnings: none

 "I know who you are, and if you want a little company tonight, you need a little love I can give it to you right." Wakin' Up the Devil – Hinder

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Almost midnight

Im just sittin' at the bar

You slide right up

Whisper 'I know who you are'

"Of course you do," Kazuchika Okada said arrogantly when the woman approached his table with a strong pick up line, acting like she was special because she recognized him. "Everyone knows who I am. I'm not impressed."

And if you want a little company tonight

You need a little love I can give it to your right

Be careful what you wish for

If I'm gonna drive, girl it's gonna be one hell of a ride.

She was bold, he would give her that Okada thought as he leaned back against the booth and listened to her promises of pleasure. Most would have scurried off at his first cutting words. He still wasn't convinced, but he waved his hand indicating she could have a seat in his booth. It had been a slow night, not a lot of entertainment to be had; so Okada figured she could at least hang out for a bit until he decided what he was going to do with her.

"My name's Mika," She said holding her hand out to him. It slowly dropped as Okada looked at the outstretched limb in disdain a sneer on his pretty face.

"I don't care." Okada said simply. "Your name is irrelevant to me. What does matter to me is what you're willing to do to keep my attention." He raised an inquiring eyebrow as he stared at her, silently waiting to hear what she would do for him.

"I'll do whatever you want Okada-san. Anything" she said earnestly, biting her bottom lip and trying to present an enticing picture.

She sat there silently, trying not to fidget as Okada ignored her; placing an order for another bottle of wine, flirting with the waitress and getting her phone number right in front of her. Mika's face burned in humiliation and she thought about leaving. Wondering what the hell she was doing this for, but she knew she wasn't going anywhere. It wasn't like she was going to have a chance with Kazuchika Okada again anytime soon. And to get him alone was even rarer. He was usually surrounded by people, fans and co-workers alike. It was difficult to get close to him. It usually required an invite into his circle to get a chance at him. So Mika was going to swallow her pride and do what she had to do.

Wakin' up the devil

Rattlin' the cage inside of me

I miss him a little

When he gets out, we're one hell of a team

The silence continued until Okada's wine was delivered, the waitress pouring him a glass while fawning over him before being dismissed with a wave of Okada's hand. Mika watched as he took a drink, his eyes scanning the upscale bar and its occupants as he let her wait.

"Get on the table." He finally said, still not looking at her. Mika hesitated for a brief moment before complying, seating herself on the table and earning a look of annoyance from Okada who impatiently gestured he meant for her to sit on the table in front of him. Mika hurried to move in front of him internally squealing as his hands grabbed her thighs and situated her legs spread open a foot on each side of him.

"I do like these shoes," He commented pulling a foot up to his lips and pressing a kiss to her ankle, just below the strap of her gold high heels. Mika's breath hitched as he kissed halfway up her calf making her squirm on the table as she looked into his taunting eyes. "Would you like to put them behind my head while I eat you out?"

"Yes," Mika said eagerly, making Okada chuckle against her flesh and set her foot back down on the booth while he stared at her in consideration before slowly nodding his head.

"Okay. Let's get out of here." He said helping her slid off the table and out of the booth. "I can't wait to get you back to my place and get those shoes behind my ears."