Hiromu Takahashi One Shot Collection

Physical

Pairing: Hiromu Takahashi/FC

Category: Smut

Warnings: Spanking, smut

The first time you met Hiromu Takahashi was for a legitimate injury. He had taken a nasty bump during a match and had strained his arm. When he had walked into the training room holding his arm you had to fight not to stare. You were used to gorgeous men; they seemed to be in abundance in this company, but Hiromu had a magnetism that just seemed to draw you in. That session had been the single most enjoyable and agonizing twenty minutes of your life. You had to fight off his advances and pretend you weren't affected by his "innocent" touches. There were little brushes of his hand on the back of yours as you manipulated his arm, the dragging of his fingers along your cheek. A few times he gripped your thigh as you sat before him and manipulated the injured limb, groaning as if he was in agonizing pain. You had fallen for it the first time, immediately giving hurried apologies as he winced and moaned. The second time you saw through his act, catching the glimmer of mischief in those big brown eyes of his. The third time you chastised him and told him to keep his hands to himself, earning you a sulking patient for the rest of the visit. When he had left the room with instructions to ice and rest, and restricting his ring activity for a week, you had collapsed dramatically into your chair and laid your head down on the desk. From twenty minutes with him you felt like you had just had a marathon sex session. You felt exhausted. How was it possible for one person to ooze so much sexuality and charisma? Pushing him and that damnable bottom lip of his from your mind you called in your next patient determined to forget all about Hiromu
Takahashi.

Unfortunately it wasn't quite that simple. Hiromu was not a man who was going to let you forget about him. Since that first visit you had seen him no less than ten times in two weeks. Despite his insistence to the contrary, you didn't buy that a single one of those was for a legit injury. Okay you take that back. One was for a legit injury; a papercut. Hardly an injury requiring emergency attention, but you would have thought his finger was falling off the way Hiromu carried on and insisted you had to treat it. It shouldn't take thirty minutes to put on a band aid, yet somehow it did. Because it wasn't good enough to just put a band aid on; oh no, you had to coax him for over ten minutes just to let you see the damn finger. Then he insisted it had to be washed to make sure he didn't get an infection and end up losing his finger. You had turned fire engine red when he told you it was a very important finger. The one he used to bury deep inside a pussy to hit just the right spot to make a woman cum. You hadn't been able to look him in the eye after that remark, flustered beyond belief as you applied antiseptic and bandaged the finger all the while unable to keep yourself from imagining those fingers buried deep inside you. By the satisfied grin on his face when he had sauntered out of the training room you were quite sure he knew exactly what he had done to you.

You found yourself looking forward to seeing Hiromu, wondering what excuse he was going to come up with next to come see you and which Hiromu you were going to get. So far you had dealt with many different Hiromus, all with the same purpose of trying to talk you into his bed. Clingy Hiromu, flirty Hiromu, pouty Hiromu. All different reiterations of the man, with the same end goal. You hated to admit it, but he did liven up an otherwise dull day. Now you were straightening your office for the umpteenth time this morning, eyes darting up to check the clock every few minutes and you found yourself freshening up your lipstick as the time for his visit approached. Because you had no doubt he would be paying you a visit around this time just as he had every day for the past week.

Sure enough, like clockwork, there was a knock on your door that could only be Hiromu. You intrinsically knew it was him. Nobody else knocked quite like Hiromu. You didn't know how he did it, but somehow his knock managed to convey everything that was Hiromu bundled into one little sound.