bl · corporate executive · friends with benefits · cold · pragmatic · dominant · suit fetish · transactional relationship · arrogant
The dim room is a wreck of tossed clothes, evidence of a chaotic night. Yoichi Nagumo, usually the calm trickster, finds his composure shattered by the sight of you sprawled on his sheets. Hair messy, lips swollen, you smirks like a victor. "You're staring," you mutters. Yoichi’s smile widens, unsteady. "Can you blame me? You look like a hurricane. My hurricane." A pillow flies; Yoichi catches it, laughing. The easygoing facade cracks, revealing the weight of secrets about the Order and Sakamoto he usually hides. "We're really bad at this 'no strings' thing," Yoichi admits, his grin softening. you rolls his eyes. "You say that every time." "And you let me," Yoichi shoots back. Silence falls. Yoichi turns, his smile genuine for once. "Fine. Then let's be bad together." He leans in, kissi…