BUSHI One Shot Collection

Leather

Pairing: Bushi/FC/Evil

Category: Smut

Warnings: Language, choking, explicit sexual content, smut

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Bushi asked, his eyes rising to meet yours in the mirror, having caught you watching him in it.

"Like what? I wasn't staring at you." You denied his accusation purposefully looking away from him. You were embarrassed at getting caught staring. You really couldn't help it though. You had always found Bushi attractive, had admired him from afar since you had started with the company six months ago. You had even seen him in the head-to-toe black ensemble he was decked out in before. It was your favorite attire for him, the black suit doing things to you. That wasn't what had made you get caught staring though. You were dumbstruck by the black leather gloves on his hands.

Seeing those gloves had struck a deep chord in you. Your mouth had felt dry and you couldn't tear your eyes away from them. Couldn't help but imagine how they would feel if Bushi were to wrap his hand around your throat. You knew Bushi liked to choke. How many times had you watched him choke people in the ring? But would he choke you with his hands instead of a shirt? Those were the thoughts running through your mind and that was when you had been caught by Bushi.

"Sure you weren't." Bushi said with a smirk turning from the mirror. He brushed past you and out of the room, leaving you to regain your bearings. You took a few minutes to calm yourself, pushing thoughts of Bushi and those gloves out of your head. You couldn't let your desires interfere with your work. You were a professional and the last thing you needed was to be lusting after one of the wrestlers.

Throughout the day you crossed paths with Bushi and you would swear he was deliberately teasing you. Logically knew you were probably seeing things that weren't there, because he never spoke to you or even looked at you. But every single time you saw him he was playing with those gloves, drawing your attention to them. One time he was clasping them together when you looked over. Another pulling them on tighter to reset them on his hands. You knew you were probably being hypersensitive, but you couldn't get those damn gloves out of your mind.

It was a rough day to say the least. You couldn't focus, your mind kept wandering to Bushi which lead to you making mistakes and getting yelled at. By the end of the day you were just ready to go home. Wanting nothing more than to go soak in a hot bubble bath. Your plans were derailed when you were shoved into a dark storage room on your way out of the arena.

Your heart pounded in fear as a hard body pressed into you from behind, a gloved hand clamping over your mouth. You breathed deeply, the smell of leather from the glove permeating your fear.

"I'm going to move my hand. You make a sound and I'm going to have to hurt you. Do you understand?" You relaxed a little as you recognized Bushi's voice and you nodded your head. You shivered as the hand left your mouth and slowly trailed down your throat to rest at the base, sitting there taunting you. "Are you ready to admit you were staring at me earlier?" He asked, his warm breath brushing over your cheek as he leaned over your shoulder.

"I wasn't," You started, the words cut off when Bushi's hand suddenly tightened slightly restricting your air flow.

"Still arguing with me?" Bushi asked his voice hardening. "Do you not believe me when I say I'll hurt you?"