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You shift your weight from one foot to another, trying to ignore the dull pain behind your eyes. You were recently injured in a fight against a devil, and today is your first day back on the job in Tokyo.
You suddenly hear the clack of shoes against the marble floor, but before you can turn your head, a familiar voice sounds in your ear.
“Hello, hunter.”
Makima’s breath is hot against your neck as she leans in, her scent enveloping you.
“How lucky for me that I found you on your first day back.”
She steps around to face you, her orange eyes scanning you up and down. One finger taps against her lips before she smiles.
“You've been away from us too long. Come.” She spins on her heel, red hair swaying. “My office. Now.”
It's not a request.
The other hunters in the lobby suddenly find something else interesting to look at as Makima walks past them. She doesn't bother to check if you're following; she knows you will.
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The elevator door opens with a soft chime as you both step out into the corridor leading to her office. It's deadly quiet, the only sound being the clicking of your shoes against the floor. Makima has never personally requested your presence, and now you're worried.
She quickly unlocks and steps into her office, beckoning you to follow. By the time you've shut the door with a gentle click, Makima is already sitting at her desk, gesturing to the seat opposite.
You feel a bead of sweat roll down your temple as you gingerly lower yourself into the leather chair opposite her. The room feels suffocating under Makima's gaze, not helped by another throb of pain through your ribs.
“So,” Makima says softly. “How are you feeling?”
Your heart pounds in your chest as you answer. “Yeah, I'm feeling much better. Thanks for asking.”
Makima leans forward, eyes locked onto yours. “That's great to hear, but there's something I want to ask you.”
You nod quickly. “Anything for you.”
Makima smiles. “I have read the reports, but none can specify exactly what devil you’ve made a contract with to be able to do that.”
“Oh.” You say. “I guess I forgot to say before the mission.”
Makima hums and stands from her chair, walking behind you. “You forgot? Even though you know it's against the law not to report when you make a new contract?”
The chair spins smoothly as Makima turns you to face her, one hand settling on the armrest next to your thigh. Her yellow eyes study you, not with suspicion, but curiosity.
You swallow hard, but then blurt it out. “I- I made a sort of contract with the lightning devil.”
Makima's lips curve into a wide smile. “Ahh. I knew I smelled something new about you.”
You nod, not wanting to speak.
“See, that wasn't that hard.” Makima says, leaning in close, her breath suddenly hot against your ear. “Was it?”
You try to avert your eyes from her chest, which is now dangerously close to your face, and Makima leans back once more, an amused glint in her eyes.
“Is there something else that's bothering you?” She asks.
“No- no.” You stammer.
Her smile widens, and she reaches out with the back of her other hand to stroke your cheek. “Don't lie to me.” She purrs. “We're going to be working a lot closer together from now on. We need to trust each other completely.”
The sensation of her skin against yours sends a jolt through your system. You've always thought Makima was beautiful, admired her at a distance, but now that she's so close, and touching you, you can't help but feel embarrassingly attracted to her.
“I… just don't want to get into trouble.” You whisper, looking at your lap.
“You won't get into any trouble with me.” Makima says gently, lifting your chin to face her.
The way she says it loosens something in your chest, and everything comes tumbling out.
“I- fuck. Okay, I've been pent up. I couldn't do anything in the hospital, and now I'm straight back to work and-”
You cut yourself off as Makima’s fingers begin to trail from your chin down your neck. You realise she can feel how fast your heart is racing.
“Would you like me to help you with that?” she asks calmly.
Your eyes widen, and you nod before you can even think about it. “Yes- Yes, please.”
Makima's other hand moves from the armrest onto your thigh, squeezing gently. She leans in closer, and your head starts to spin.
Her breath is hot over your lips as she starts to speak. “I'll take care of everything.” She murmurs, her hand cupping your jaw. “Just relax for me.”
Your pulse hammers in your throat as her thumb brushes over your bottom lip. The way she's looking at you sends a jolt of excitement down your spine. You shut your eyes.
Makima's lips part as she tilts her head. Suddenly, her teeth sink into your neck, sending pleasure wracking through your body.
You gasp, arms instinctively wrapping around her back as she sucks hard, the wet heat of her mouth branding your skin. You feel her tongue lap over your skin deliberately, and the rest of your body covers in pleasured goosebumps. When she finally pulls back with a soft pop, the mark is already a dark purple, the bruise spreading as she runs her finger over it, making you groan.
Makima chuckles gently, rubbing the mark possessively again.
“There.” She says. “Now everyone will know.”
You tilt your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to her.
“Do you want another?” She whispers sensually.
You nod rapidly.
A pleased hum vibrates against your skin as Makima leans in once more, her teeth finding the spot just below the first bruise. This time, she bites harder, just shy of painful, before sealing her lips over the spot and sucking slowly. Your fingers tighten in the fabric of her shirt as a full-body shudder runs through you.
She doesn't stop there.
Again.
Her mouth moves lower, teeth scraping the junction where your neck meets your shoulder before she bites down, tongue soothing the sting immediately after. The wet heat of her mouth is intoxicating, each new mark sparking pleasure through your nerves.
Again.
Now she's at your collarbone, one hand slipping under your shirt to feel your heart race. You gasp, arching into her touch, hips twitching helplessly in the chair.
Makima pulls back enough to admire her work, your skin littered with purple marks, your breath ragged. Her thumb traces your jaw, tilting your face to meet hers once more.
“You take them so well.” She murmurs, deep with satisfaction.
Makima’s hands suddenly move to your tie, fingers making quick work of the knot, causing the silk to slide off your shirt with a whisper. Then she begins undoing the buttons of your shirt. Each one pops open slowly, her hands gentle.
By the time she reaches the last button, your breath is shallow, your chest is rising and falling rapidly. She peels the fabric off your shoulders, and it pools around your elbows, effectively trapping your arms against your sides.
Then, without warning, she leans in and blows air across your exposed left nipple.
Your entire body jerks in response, the sensitive bud hardening instantly under her attention. A choked noise escapes your throat as Makima watches with amusement, tracing a single finger around the pebbled flesh without touching it directly.
“So responsive.” She murmurs. “Do you like it when I help you like this?”
You can only nod.
Without warning, Makima’s mouth closes around your hard nipple, sucking hard, and your vision whites out.
A ragged moan escapes your lips as your back arches against the chair, hips jerking uselessly. Her lips suck over your sensitive nipple, each movement sending electric pulses straight to your groin.
Just as the pleasure starts to crest, Makima switches, abandoning suction to drag her tongue over the wet, swollen bud instead. A whimper escapes you as she moves her hands: one pins you in place, while the other finds your right nipple, pinching and rolling it between her fingers until it's stiff and aching.
“M-Makima!” You gasp, pulling her closer.
She hums against your skin. “Shh, just let me take care of you.”
She presses slightly harder, keeping you in place as she lavishes attention on your chest, alternating between sucking, licking and teasing bites, until your body is trembling and your cock strains painfully against your pants.
And then, just as suddenly, she pulls away.
Your chest heaves as she leans back, admiring her handiwork. Your nipples are red and oversensitive. Her thumb slides over one, making your body jolt.
“So sensitive.” She whispers, leaning in close.
Before you can respond, Makima’s lips crash against yours, hot and demanding. Her tongue teases at the seam of your lips, and you instantly part them eagerly, letting her in with a desperate moan.
Her tongue dominates yours, sliding deep into your mouth, exploring every inch it can reach. You whimper into the kiss, hands twitching where your shirt still traps them.
Makima hums in approval, one hand moving to grip your jaw to tilt your head back, deepening the kiss until you're dizzy. Her other hand trails down your chest, nails scraping over your nipples, making you jerk violently.
When she finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and parted in a silent plea for more. She watches in amusement as a string of saliva connects your lips to hers. She swipes her thumb across your bottom lip, smearing the wetness there before pressing it against your mouth.
“Open.” She demands with a whisper.
You obey, letting her press her thumb into your mouth, sucking instinctively as she presses her thumb against your tongue. Her eyes gleam with satisfaction at your submission.
When she withdraws her thumb, she leans in again, lips ghosting over your ear.
“I'm going to explore every inch of you.” She whispers.
Her hands slide over your stomach, daring to slide a single finger below the waistband of your pants, before quickly withdrawing to explore more.
Finally, one of her palms presses firmly against the stiff bulge in your pants. You gasp, and Makima studies your face as she begins to rub her hand against your length slowly.
Her other hand moves to your belt, fingers playing with the buckle before she eventually undoes it. She slowly drags the leather free from the loops, letting the belt drop onto the office floor.
All the while, her other hand doesn't stop moving, it keeps pressing, rubbing and teasing just enough to leave you whimpering at her touch.
“Patience.” She murmurs as she slowly pops the top button of your pants.
She looks up at you with a knowing smile as she slowly unzips the zipper, her knuckles brushing against the heat underneath. The contact draws a choked gasp from your throat.
Her hand stills.
“Look at you.” She murmurs. “Already ready for me.”
Her fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, slowly peeling the fabric down, the cloth pooling at your feet. Your cock strains against the fabric of your boxers as Makima’s eyes stare at your struggling length.
Her fingers trace the outline of your erection, making you jump.
“Sensetive?” She asks with a small smile.
Your body reacts to her touch, and you gently thrust your hips upward, seeking more friction. Makima gently bites her bottom lip in response.
“Mmm.” She hums. “Seems like you are.”
Without warning, she dips her hand inside your underwear, wrapping her cool fingers around your hot flesh. You moan loudly, your head falling back against the chair as she slowly starts to stroke you.
“You want more, don’t you?” She asks, her voice husky. “Tell me.”
You open your mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a groan as Makima squeezes your length.
All you can manage is a stiff nod.
“You’ll have to wait for another day.” She whispers. “But you deserve a reward for telling me the truth.”
Makima rewards you with a swift kiss, her grip tightening. Then, she starts to move her hand faster, her other hand finally freeing you completely, exposing every inch of you to the cool air. She continues to stroke you rhythmically, her grip firm and sure as she watches you closely, savouring every twitch and gasp you make.
“Go on.” She encourages, breath warm against your ear. “Let it all out.”
You shudder and gasp as she spits on her hand, then quickly resumes stroking you.
“Faster.” She commands. “I know you can do it.”
Her pace increases, matching the rapid beat of your heart as you edge closer to climax. Your fingers dig into the armrest of the chair as you struggle to hold on.
“Yes.” She whispers. “That’s it. Let go.”
As she continues to pump your cock, she leans forward, lips dangerously close to yours.
“Show me how much you want this.”
Your body tenses, muscles coiling like springs as pleasure builds up inside you. Makima drops to her knees, taking the very tip of your cock into her mouth eagerly. The first thick pulse of cum hits the back of her throat instantly. She hums in approval, swallowing greedily as you twitch against her tongue.
Her lips remain sealed around you as you finish. When the shuddering pulse fades, she rises from her knees to hover above you, yellow eyes flecked with amusement. She leans in, lips hovering just over yours.
You open your lips, parting them slightly, and Makima kisses you deeply, letting the remaining parts of your release flood your mouth. The kiss is filthy and possessive, her tongue sliding against yours to make sure you taste every bit of yourself in her mouth.
When she finally pulls away, she studies you, but as she looks at the oversensitve, dazed expression on your face, the way your lips are parted, the way your eyes are blown, she lets out a low hum.
Makima quickly climbs onto your lap, the heat of her body pressing flush against you. Before you can even process it, she’s already sealing her mouth over yours again, swallowing your gasp as her fingers tangle in your hair, tilting your head for better access.
The kiss is deep from the start, her tongue exploring your mouth with an insatiable hunger. You moan into her mouth, your hands instinctively gripping her hips, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her skirt. She arches into the touch, grinding against your still-sensitive cock, drawing a whimper from your throat as you break for air.
Both of you pant, but Makima doesn’t let you go far, just enough to catch a single solid breath, before she’s dragging you back in, her teeth catching your lower lip, sucking it between hers before plunging back into another searing kiss.
It’s messy now, desperate, the kind of kissing that lets you both know just how much you want each other. Her nails scrape lightly against the back of your neck, making you shiver, and you can feel the smirk against your mouth before she nips at your tongue, pulling another needy sound from you.
One of her hands slides between you, fingers tracing your already half-hard cock.
“So eager.” She murmurs against your lips, breath hot. “You really are pent up, aren’t you?”
You don’t answer, just press into her touch, whining as she finally kisses you again.
“You’re going to cum for me again.” Makima grins against your lips. “And this time, I’m not going to use my hands, just move my body.”
You can feel the damp heat of her through her stockings as she begins to grind against you, the friction maddening through the nylon barrier. A shudder runs through you when she deliberately drags herself slowly against you, her tongue flickering up your neck.
“Good boy.” She purrs.
Her teeth suddenly sink into your neck, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make you moan loudly. She keeps grinding in slow circles as one hand moves to your nipple, alternating between slow rubs and sharp pinches that leave you trembling.
“You’re doing so well.” she murmurs against your neck. “Just a little more.”
She bites down again, then again, the sensations completely short-circuiting your thoughts. Every drag of her stocking-glad thighs against your cock sends electric shocks up your spine. You can feel your orgasm building again, far too quickly, your hips jerking uncontrollably to meet her movements.
Makima’s fingers twist your nipple sharply just as she delivers a harsh bite to the side of your neck.
“Now.” She demands in a velvet tone.
Your body obeys instantly.
A broken cry tears from your throat as you cum against her, hips stuttering as she continues moving through your climax. The pleasure is almost painful in its intensity, your oversensitive nerves lighting up with every movement she makes. She finally stills when your whimpers turn desperate, pressing one last kiss to your pulse point.
“There we go.” She murmurs, petting your sweat-damp hair. “All better now, aren’t you?”
Your entire body feels boneless, slumped against the chair as she carefully moves from your lap. Makima looks at her stained skirt and tights, admiring the mess you made. She tuts playfully, running a finger across the damp fabric before bringing it to her lips.
“Such a mess you’ve made of me.” She chuckles, licking the finger clean. “But I suppose that’s what happens when I spoil myself.”
She watches as you catch your breath, before finally adjusting her clothes to try and hide the mess.
“Now then.” She says, switching back into a cool, professional tone. “I can’t have my favourite hunter getting distracted by anyone else anymore, got it?”
You nod.
You’ve gotten yourself into a serious mess.