Hiromu Takahashi One Shot Collection

Indebted

Pairing: Hiromu Takahashi/FC

Category: Suggestive

Word Count: 665

Warnings: sexual connotations

"Is there anything you can't do with that tongue?"

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When Hiromu Takahashi had approached you about creating a champion's package for the junior heavyweight champions you had jumped at the chance. Your bosses were on board and you had the chance to create something that would be seen by thousands. You took pride in your work and worked meticulously for three days to create the perfect video. You had never felt more accomplished than when that video had played prior to the Jr. Heavyweight championship match.

Elated from a job well done you figured that was the end of it. Then you had watched Hiromu's backstage interview after the match. Hiromu mentioned the media and team and that he owed them, tossing a wink at the camera. It sent a thrill through you, though you knew it probably didn't mean a thing. Hiromu was a born flirt. He was surely just messing around. As the days passed and you didn't hear a word from him you accepted that you were right. He thanked you in the interview and that was all there was to it.

You had been convinced of that. So why what Hiromu standing on your doorstep having shown up unexpectedly at your house. Peering through the peep hole your heart started pounding as you tried to process the implications of him showing up like this. You regretted not tossing your robe on, acutely aware of the tiny pajamas you were wearing as you pulled open the door.

"Hiromu, what are you doing here?" You asked stumbling back as he immediately brushed past you and into your home without waiting for an invitation. "Hiromu?" You asked again disrupting his inspection of your living room. He looked over his shoulder at you with a little smirk and smoldering eyes that trailed over your body making no attempt to hide their interest. Then he looked away again, picking up one of your little knickknacks and examining it.

"I told you I owed you a debt for that magnificent video you made." Hiromu said continuing his perusal of your belongings. You were too stunned to offer up any protests, following his every move as he wandered.

"You don't owe me anything. I just did my job." You protested. "I didn't do it for a thank you or for you to owe me."

"Yet I feel as if I'm in your debt." Hiromu said abandoning his wandering and moving to stand in front of you. His hand trailed down your cheek stopping at your lips and trailing his thumb across them. He smirked looking pleased with himself as your lips parted and a small sigh escaped. "Please allow me to satisfy my obligation."

"How?" You whimpered wishing your words had come out more confident, maybe a little teasing instead. Hiromu grinned dropping his hand from your mouth to grab yours and pull it to his lips. With wide eyes you stared as he first kissed your hand and then darted his tongue out, swirling it around your fingers in a way that could only be described as sinful. You never thought your fingers to be erogenous zones, but everything he was doing to them had your body humming. Releasing your hand Hiromu pulled you against his chest, lowering his mouth to yours and diving right in with his tongue stroking yours as he devoured your mouth. By the time the kiss broke you were breathless, panting as you stared at him with lust filled eyes.

"Is there anything you can't do with that tongue?" You asked licking your own lips as you looked into his eyes.

"Take me to your bedroom and I'll show you exactly what this tongue can do." Hiromu promised wagging his tongue at you and grinning as you grabbed his hand and lead him down the hallway with every intention of finding out just how talented Hiromu Takahashi was with that tongue of his.