El Desperado One Shot Collection

His Mask

Pairing: El Desperado/FC

Category: Smut

Word Count: 1506

Warnings: Angry Desperado. Mentions of punishment. Masturbation.

 "You heard me. Take. It. Off."

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Hell had nothing on working for Suzuki Gun. Right now you would gladly trade places. You would much rather be burning in a lake of fire than completing one more ridiculous task for these assholes. At least you had the next two days off. That's what you kept telling yourself. Two days without having to answer a drunken phone call from Kanemaru. Two days without Minoru barking orders at you. Two days without having to pretend you that you didn't want to fuck El Desperado's brains out. Slapping your palm on your forehead you immediately chastised yourself for the unwelcome thought. You weren't thinking about that.

You would have to slake your lust somewhere outside of the company. That's all your attraction to him was. Pure animalistic lust. You couldn't stand him, but you wanted to fuck him. And you weren't about to cross that line. There were plenty of other men who didn't work for New Japan that you could find to get your rocks off. There was no need to be obsessing over the masked man of Suzuki Gun. Or how sexy he looked in that damn mask. Or how you imagined him taking you from behind wearing that mask.

Your not so work appropriate thoughts were scattered when the locker room door banged open, crashing into the wall behind it as the rambunctious group herded in. Lance Archer and Davey immediately took up occupancy at the card table ready to resume their game from earlier. Taka hit the couch, pulling a pillow over his head and turning on his side to the face the back. El Desperado and Kanemaru entered last cracking jokes about ripping Bushi's mask from him as they slumped into their own seats. Jumping to your feet you hurried over to the cooler where beer was waiting on ice. Grabbing a few cans you distributed to them all except Taka who simply wanted to take a quick nap after a match. It always amazed you that he could pass right out in this loud atmosphere, but every time he was snoring within minutes.

Settling back in your seat you pulled out your phone counting down the time until you could get out of here and enjoy your days off away for these jerks. You were glad only half of them were still here. The rest had already finished their matches and taken off to prepare for the night out. You would be long gone by then. As soon as these guys finished their beers they would head out and you could figure out what you were doing for the evening. Part of you wanted to go home and get in your cozy bed and sleep for the next two days. The other part knew you wouldn't be able to sleep until you found some way to scratch this itch you had for Desperado.

Not paying attention you were startled when El Desperado's mask was thrown in your lap.

"That idiot Hiromu ripped my mask." He said gruffly. "Get it fixed and returned to me by tomorrow night."

"But I'm off tomorrow night." You argued getting a chill as he fixed you with his piercing blue eyes.

"If that mask is not back in my hands tomorrow night you're going to be in a world of trouble. Do you understand me?" Desperado asked. You reluctantly nodded, taking the mask and putting it in your purse while pulling up a search engine on your phone to find a place that could fix the damn mask. Unfortunately your options were rather limited given the unreasonable time frame Desperado had saddled you with. You found one place that said they could fix it and have it ready for pick up by dinner time tomorrow. If you could get it there before they closed in an hour.

Quickly gathering your belongings you rushed from the locker room giving Desperado one last dirty look on your way out. By the time you dropped off the mask, fought through traffic and ate dinner you were over the idea of going out. You just wanted to veg out in your hotel room with a bottle of wine and a crappy made for TV movie.

Your hopes for a good night's sleep were dashed as soon as you fell asleep and dreams of Desperado haunted you. You lost count of how many times you woke a sweaty achy mess, panting from an erotic dream. Before sunrise you gave up on sleep rolling from the bed and into a hot shower hoping to steam away all thoughts of that masked asshole.

Heading out for a nice breakfast you enjoyed the leisurely meal you so rarely got to enjoy with Suzuki Gun. After your meal you headed out for some much needed retail therapy. It was only after you stupidly blew through your entire paycheck that you got some much needed good news: Desperado's mask was ready early. With a spring in your step you rushed to your car. The sooner you could hand the mask off to him and be done with your duty the better.

Of course it wasn't that easy as Desperado brusquely informed you he wasn't available to drop his mask off to for the moment and you were to hang onto it. He left you fuming as he told you he would let you know when he was ready for you to bring it to him.

"Asshole." You muttered shoving your phone back into your purse. Mood ruined you headed back to the hotel with that damn mask thrown on the passenger's seat. You knew exactly what he was too busy doing. You had heard the loud laughter and squealing girls through his phone. He really couldn't take ten minutes from his partying to grab the mask from you?

Slamming your hotel room door you threw the stupid mask on your bed and paced angrily

"Stupid Desperado with stupid mask and his stupid handsome face with his stupid muscles and his stupid gorgeous hair." You muttered. Your pacing slowed as flashes of your dreams from the night before hit you. Images of a post-match sweaty and shirtless Desperado crouching over you. Of your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you. With a frustrated groan you threw yourself down on the bed glaring balefully at the mask lying next to you. Why did he have to look so fucking sexy in the damn thing? It was just a stupid mask. A stupid sexy mask.

Knowing there was only one way you were going to get him out of your head you rose from the bed and stripped before laying back down. Eyes closing your hands moved down your body brushing over your breasts and over your hips. You imagined Desperado's thick fingers in your folds your own slender fingers pushed into your slick heat. Pumping your fingers quickly your breaths became heavy as you played with your nipples tugging them into hardened peaks. Pushing three fingers inside your pussy, the hand at your breasts flew to the side landing on Desperado's mask. Your eyes flew open, fingers pumping as you picked up the mask and looked at it. Lust overrode common sense, the thought of the mask covering your face making you pulse around your fingers. Before you thought better of it you pulled the mask over your head, the sensation immediately making you moan, fingers burying themselves deep into your pussy as you arched off the bed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Desperado's furious voice had your hand jerking from between your legs, desperately pulling at the bedspread to cover your body. "Take off my fucking mask now." He spat.

"What?" You asked, the pounding in your ears and panic making it hard to concentrate.

"You heard me. Take. It. Off." Desperado said. You scrambled to remove the mask handing it to him with shaking hands. Your retreat was stopped as he grabbed your wrists pulling you to kneel before him on the edge of the bed. "I entrust my mask to you, and I have to walk in on your masturbating with it?" He growled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think." You tried to explain. "How did you even get in here?"

"That doesn't matter." He said angrily. "What matters is you defiling my property." He looked at you with derision. "I knew you were lusting after me. Never imagined this is what you do in your spare time."

"I don't." You said only to get cut off once again, this time his fist moving to grab your hair.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear a fucking word from you." Desperado said. "I'm gonna hurt you so fucking good." Pulling you up level to his face he bit down on your earlobe making you yelp as you wondered just what he had in store for you.