Had you been pressed what the best part of your job was 3 years ago, you would have said the impact your actions made towards a better, brighter future. Or something equally, unfortunately, cheesy and go-getter.
Simply being a Marine was seen as a great act of heroism, or bravery and all manner of other positive adjectives your mother would have attributed to it. Back in the days when her approval mattered at all, you would have smiled, the longer that list might be.
Back when you were bursting at the seams with ambition and a sickeningly righteous and blind sense of justice, you had put your all into successfully completing given missions, meeting and surpassing expectations, the whole nine yards. Extra duties on top of your typical work load made rising through the ranks fast and easy. Recognition was plentiful and appreciated with a proud smile.
And eventually after all that hard work–and an injury that took you out of direct field work–having been selected to work at Marine Headquarters under the direct order of one of the Admirals was a true honor, an opportunity, and a duty you didn’t squander. Many would kill to be in your shoes. You’d say it was the greatest honor of your life, to be among the elite of the world’s most esteemed and high-ranking Marines.
Now…you knew better.
With an armful of files and the expectation that most wouldn’t be addressed by the end of the day, you walked the hall past the Admirals’ offices. Not many were here, few having access to these more luxurious halls of the HQ building. Your steps were noisy as you passed by doorways, the faces of many former admirals lining the hallways, gazing sternly down from their drawn portraits.
Sakazuki’s doorway was open for once, but you made sure you didn’t glance inside as you walked by. It would only make the rest of your day a headache if you somehow made eye contact. Or, heaven forbid, he try asking you to do something for him.
He had his own damn secretary. His orders weren’t your problem. Nor related to your paycheck.
Thankfully, his office was silent as you stepped past. As usual, Borsalino’s door was closed, and Kuzan’s remained open at the end of the hallway. You made a beeline for said door, wondering if your boss was in for the day yet.
You stepped past the threshold, took in the sight of the large, empty desk against the wall, and let out a sigh. So much for getting these mission briefings signed and filed on time. It was one of Kuzan’s ‘extra lazy’ days, it seemed.
You didn’t blame him, though. Sakazuki had royally pissed both you and your boss off the day before with his dissatisfaction at the filing you’d organized for Fleet Admiral Sengoku. Who cared if they were alphabetical or not? Damn…
It had taken a lot of alcohol and some sleeping medication to get rid of the headache he’d caused you that afternoon. You couldn’t recall disliking the Red Dog until you’d started working under the lazy Admiral. Hmm. Perhaps Kuzan was rubbing off on you more than you realized. And, in more than one way. Ahem…
You had a…strange relationship with your boss. One you preferred not to label.
With the files that would no doubt now be late, you sat in your smaller desk across the way from his own, setting them aside and seeing the large pile of new, pressing papers that now needed your attention. It was a never-ending cycle of paperwork. You let out another sigh and get to work.
While your chipper attitude and blind optimism had faded since taking the job in Marine HQ, your efficiency and experience had only grown. Where your boss was sometimes prone to missing details, your attention to them made up for it. This was one of the prime reason Sengoku had assigned you to be Kuzan’s secretary in the first place.
The papers on your desk would take hours to get through, but that was fine. It would simply keep you busy until your boss arrived for the day–whenever that might be–and make the time fly by all in one. A win-win all around.
You worked, steadily and quietly. One by one, mission briefs and other memos that required your signature or a cursory glance over to add to a calendar were placed into your completed pile, to be filed away later in case you needed to reference them in the future.
So caught up in the many papers on your to-do list, you don’t immediately realize Kuzan had arrived. He’s a quiet guy to begin with. It isn’t until he clears his throat when he approaches your desk that you notice he’s there.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you had arrived, sir.”
“Are these for me?” He asked, setting his hand on the stack of files the Vice Admirals had given to you that morning.
“Yes. Sengoku would like them on his desk by the end of the day.”
Kuzan let out a long sigh, expression impassive as usual. “So many…”
“Well, you might’ve had them done by now if you’d gotten here sooner.” You say in a light tone, eyes glancing at the clock on the wall. You weren’t surprised to see him many hours late. Wow, it was already lunch time.
“Hmm. Someone’s feisty today.” He remarked without inflection, taking the stack of files and proceeding to his own desk, his back to you until he sits down in his chair.
“Still feeling yesterday’s residual headache, I suppose.” You say, closing the file you’d just finished and setting it in the stack of finished ones. You stand from your desk and stretch, rolling your neck out after hours of sitting in one place. “I think I’ll take my lunch while you work on those.”
“I just get here, and you’re already leaving me to work on these by myself?” One unfamiliar with Kuzan might think he was genuinely annoyed, but you had worked with him long enough to know he was making a joke.
You slide him an amused smile, giving an apathetic shrug. “Sorry, boss. I can only believe that you slept through your alarm so many times.”
“Hmm…”
“I’ll be back soon.” You promise, organizing your stack of papers before heading out the door again. You hear his remark of farewell before stepping back through the hallway, growling stomach hastening your steps.
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When you return to your desk, you aren’t surprised in the least to see Kuzan missing. He was a busy man, and duty called at the most inopportune times. He hadn’t even gotten through a third of the files you’d given to him earlier. Ah, what a shame…
You groan as you ease yourself back into your chair, hand already reaching for the files to continue working, when a small pink slip sitting atop them catches your eye. With more care than you’re willing to admit, you pick up the little sheet and bring it closer to read.
'Note of Disciplinary Action’ 608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8dUAnTgLaR
’Violation: Insubordination’608Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJde0AOgOBC
’Corrective Measures: Report to Admiral Kuzan at 1800 hours’
Ah. You hadn’t expected this from him today. Kuzan didn’t frequently use your code for meet-ups, and when he did it was after a particularly stressful day or in celebration of something big. Well…you supposed after a day like the one you’d both had yesterday, the Admiral was looking to let off a little steam. Made sense.
Glancing towards the door, as if expecting the very man to come through it right then and there, you slip the piece of paper into your pocket. The rest of the day would be a slog, but, you supposed afterwards would be worth the wait.
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You’re surprised how loose the ropes were tonight. Usually, Kuzan made sure they were extra secure, especially in preparation for rough or particularly advanced sessions. But the silk fibers tying your arms behind your back and your legs in a forced-bent position were snug yet soft on your exposed skin. Was he in the mood for something different tonight?
Even the way he prepares you was…more sensual. Slow, and steady. You’re so used to seeing his lazy demeanor at work, sure, but when you met up together after hours you saw only the restrained beast that you let Kuzan unleash on your body in a multitude of ways. The man was insatiable, passionate, and stern with you in the most lustful of ways. If you hadn’t known better, you’d assume he was like this all the time.
But now, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the gentle caress of his cold fingers down your inner thigh, drifting ever closer to your throbbing core before switching directions at the last moment. It was infuriating, but you could tell he didn’t mean it on purpose. When Kuzan wanted to tease you, he made sure it was blatantly clear.
He seemed…preoccupied. If it were all possible from the way he was staring at you with such intense concentration.
“Something on your mind?” You venture to ask, causing him to blink.
“No.” He responds immediately.
“Come on…I know you better than that.” You say, humming to yourself as his other hand circles the mounds of your chest with a ghost of a touch. “You’re different tonight. More…thoughtful.”
“…” At first he’s quiet, eyes drifting over your skin with lazy purpose, enjoying the sight of you bare and vulnerable for him. He was equally undressed, cock stood at attention just inches from the place you needed him most, but he made no move to take you the moment you were even slightly wet and ready.
“You never initiate, Y/N.” He finally says, and it takes you several moments to realize what he meant. “Why?”
“I…don’t know.” You say, squirming as his touch began to gain pressure. His hand cups your sex, two fingers slipping inside as you struggle to find the right words to his question. He wasn’t making this any easier… “I guess…I just haven’t felt the need to. Mmmm….”
“You’ve been stressed lately. It’s easy to see. We agreed to help each other when work becomes too much, and yet I don’t see your notes on my desk.” He continued, expression thoughtful and even concerned as he slowly, gently fingered you. “If you want to stop our arrangement-”
“I don’t.” You interrupt, a bit more harshly than you intend. Your nails dug into the skin of your arms behind your back, hips lifting a little to have his fingers plunge deeper into your cunt. It just…felt so good, and he’s just started, too. “I don’t want to stop, it’s…it’s…ohhh….~!”
Your body tenses as a particularly powerful wave of pleasure crashes through you. Not an orgasm, but your nerves are on high alert, ready to cascade that tidal wave over you as soon as Kuzan gets serious about things. For now, you’re left to writhe under his touch, useless to stop him or press him for a faster pace.
“Am I doing something to stop you from asking?”
“No, I’m-” Your thought process comes to a halt as he pulls back and introduces a third finger into your entrance, providing a much more filling feeling that stretches you in a way that has your toes curling. Your head rolls to the side, lifting your hips again. It was maddening, the fact that he would go no faster. You want so badly to touch him… “K-Kuzan…”
“Or maybe something I’ve said?” He mused, half to himself. Blessedly, something in his autopilot picked up the pace of his fingers, and you whimper around the extra friction.
Your breathing comes out faster. Panting, begging breaths escape you, chest rising and falling rapidly, as you feel that twinge of a fast-approaching orgasm. You can’t believe you’re already here, and he doesn’t even seem to be trying. How unfair. And in all of this, he keeps talking as if he isn’t even paying attention!
“If I’m asking to meet too often, you can just tell me. I’ll understand.” He says.
“Kuzan!” You warn in a whine, hips thrusting upwards as fast as your bonds would allow, desperately seeking your orgasm.
“You know you can come to me with anything, right Y/N?”
“Kuzan~!” You shriek, the rest of whatever you were going to say cut off as your body tenses in molten pleasure. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you cum, you feel the Admiral’s fingers pull out of you. He even has the audacity to make a noise of surprise, as if you reaching climax so soon was something he hadn’t been anticipating. The bastard.
“Ah, I guess I should have been paying more attention. But…I wanted to help you relax after today. You looked so pensive and unhappy.” He said, leaning over to peer at your in your blissed-out state. He flashes you his typical smirk of satisfaction. “You seem in a much better mood already, and we’ve only just started.”
In your lust-addled state, you don’t have time to respond. Instead, you moan aloud at the feeling of his thick member filling your body, sliding in with ease after your own juices have slicked your walls. He buries himself to the hilt, pushing you a few inches up the bed as he settles above you.
“Now, we need to talk about your insubordination, Y/N.” He drawls lazily, eyes taking in the sight of you without subtlety. You shiver at the hunger in his gaze. “I think I know just how to teach you this lesson…”
The laziness from before is gone. Your breasts bounce in time to each of his hard and fast thrusts, and you’re moaning with blissful abandon as he takes you as he pleases.
It’s almost too much after having just cum. The nerves of your clit are snapping and sparking every time his cock brushes against it, but it’s so good you can’t help but want more. You’re thankful his home is set so far away from the main HQ building because you’re sure someone would hear your screams of pleasure otherwise.
His mouth on your neck, your shoulders, the tops of your breasts and everywhere else he can reach keeps you grounded as his hips piston into yours. His exerted grunts in your ears are erotic and sexy. The beast hidden away inside has come out to play, and you’re nothing more than the toy to chew on. It was thrilling, exhilarating…you’re already on the path straight to a second orgasm.
Perhaps teasing you for so long before has riled him up more than he lets on, because it’s sooner than you expect before he’s frantically fucking into you, seeking that peak of ecstasy as quickly as possible. You’re thrown into the wave of pleasure seconds before he stills, spilling his hot seed deep in your cunt. The stillness is strange, the quiet comfortable.
He’s slow with his aftercare, as usual. Cleaning you up and untying the silky ropes that bind you is a ritual you both always enjoy. Marks or rope burns are always eased with a tiny layer of his ice on your skin. Not enough to cause pain, but pleasant and cooling on the small wounds.
His lips are always quick to follow up.
You’re always welcome to stay, if you’re too tired to go back to your quarters on the opposite side of the HQ grounds, but you never do. That would be a boundary you had yet to find the courage to step over. You always wonder if the disappointment in his expression when you reject the offer is real or more for your benefit than anything. You never had found the voice to ask.
As you walk back to your home in the dark, you decide on one very trivial thing.
Kuzan was most definitely your favorite part of the job.
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