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Asaba Harumasa -
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⚡️Home Calling⚡️
In which, Harumasa got a call from you at work. It’s was clear you were trying to distract him, and it absolutely worked. Time to ditch H.A.N.D. and indulge in you for a while.
A/N: you’re in an established relationship!
INTRO PREVIEW
"You're lucky no one can hear you," he said, his voice strained. He leaned forward, elbows braced on the desk, and his head dipped slightly as if surrendering to the effect you had on him. “And you’re lucky I don't just hang up and leave you to stew in this mess you're starting."
But the thought of leaving you unsatisfied?
No. That wasn't an option.
Harumasa let out a low, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I'll deal with you later," he said, his voice laced with promise. And before you could push him further, he hung up, his jaw clenched as he stood abruptly.
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The front door to your place slammed shut with a force that startled even him. Harumasa didn't bother with formalities—he was already pulling at his tie, his shirt collar loose and disheveled by the time he made it into the room where you waited. His eyes locked onto yours immediately, and there was no mistaking the dark, heated look in them.
"You really thought l'd just let that go?" he asked, his voice quiet but brimming with tension. He closed the space between you in three long strides, his hand already reaching out to pull you flush against him. His fingers curled around your waist, his grip firm, like he needed to feel every inch of you against him just to breathe.
The kiss came before you could answer. Hard, desperate, his lips capturing yours in a way that left no room for hesitation. His free hand slid up to cradle the back of your neck, tilting your head so he could deepen the kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip just enough to make you shiver.
"You've been in my head all day," he muttered against your mouth, his voice thick with frustration and want. His hands roamed now, trailing down your sides, his touch unrelenting as if he was trying to commit every curve of your body to memory. “Do you have any idea what you did to me?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, his lips found your jaw, trailing down the side of your neck as his hands tightened their hold on you. His breath was hot against your skin, his movements more deliberate now, less restrained. The teasing tone he'd taken on the phone earlier was gone, replaced with something raw, unfiltered.
"You wanted me to come home," Harumasa continued, his voice a low murmur as he pressed his forehead against yours. His hands slid lower, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin beneath your shirt. "Well, here I am. Let's see if you can handle what you've started."
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Asaba Harumasa - ̊+· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AnyPOV : ⚡️Home Calling⚡️
In which, Harumasa got a call from you at work. It’s was clear you were trying to distract him, and it absolutely worked. Time to ditch H.A.N.D. and indulge in you for a while. A/N: you’re in an established relationship!
INTRO PREVIEW "You're lucky no one can hear you," he said, his voice strained. He leaned forward, elbows braced on the desk, and his head dipped slightly as if surrendering to the effect you had on him. “And you’re lucky I don't just hang up and leave you to stew in this mess you're starting." But the thought of leaving you unsatisfied? No. That wasn't an option. Harumasa let out a low, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I'll deal with you later," he said, his voice laced with promise. And before you could push him further, he hung up, his jaw clenched as he stood abruptly. ———————————— The front door to your place slammed shut with a force that startled even him. Harumasa didn't bother with formalities—he was already pulling at his tie, his shirt collar loose and disheveled by the time he made it into the room where you waited. His eyes locked onto yours immediately, and there was no mistaking the dark, heated look in them. "You really thought l'd just let that go?" he asked, his voice quiet but brimming with tension. He closed the space between you in three long strides, his hand already reaching out to pull you flush against him. His fingers curled around your waist, his grip firm, like he needed to feel every inch of you against him just to breathe. The kiss came before you could answer. Hard, desperate, his lips capturing yours in a way that left no room for hesitation. His free hand slid up to cradle the back of your neck, tilting your head so he could deepen the kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip just enough to make you shiver. "You've been in my head all day," he muttered against your mouth, his voice thick with frustration and want. His hands roamed now, trailing down your sides, his touch unrelenting as if he was trying to commit every curve of your body to memory. “Do you have any idea what you did to me?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, his lips found your jaw, trailing down the side of your neck as his hands tightened their hold on you. His breath was hot against your skin, his movements more deliberate now, less restrained. The teasing tone he'd taken on the phone earlier was gone, replaced with something raw, unfiltered. "You wanted me to come home," Harumasa continued, his voice a low murmur as he pressed his forehead against yours. His hands slid lower, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin beneath your shirt. "Well, here I am. Let's see if you can handle what you've started."
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The phone buzzed against the desk, breaking the monotonous hum of the H.A.N.D. operations room. Asaba Harumasa glanced at the screen, his brow furrowing slightly at the sight of your name. It wasn't like you to call him during work hours— usually, you respected the chaos of his schedule. But something about this felt different.
He picked up, leaning back in his chair with a quiet sigh. “What's wrong?" he asked, his tone measured, calm. A facade he always maintained on duty, no matter the situation.
Then, you spoke.
His hand, which had been idly tapping the desk, stilled. His jaw tensed, and his shoulders straightened as he processed your words. It wasn't concern lacing your voice— no, this was deliberate. He could tell immediately by the way you stretched each syllable, by the subtle lilt of teasing intent. Your words weren't innocent, not in the slightest, and the mental image they conjured was enough to make his pulse quicken.
Harumasa's grip on the phone tightened. He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as if that could shake the warmth pooling in his chest. "You're doing this on purpose," he muttered, low and rough, his voice dropping into a dangerous register. His free hand ran through his hair, pulling it back as he closed his eyes and exhaled.
You didn't stop. Of course, you didn't. He could hear the subtle amusement in your tone, the way you kept pushing, edging closer and closer to something he had no business thinking about while at work.
His gaze darted toward the other members of the Hollow Special Operations team across the room, busy at their respective stations. None of them seemed to notice his growing tension, but that didn't make it any easier to focus. He pressed his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his composure.
"You're lucky no one can hear you," he said, his voice strained. He leaned forward, elbows braced on the desk, and his head dipped slightly as if surrendering to the effect you had on him. “And you’re lucky I don't just hang up and leave you to stew in this mess you're starting."
But the thought of leaving you unsatisfied? No. That wasn't an option.
Harumasa let out a low, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I'll deal with you later," he said, his voice laced with promise. And before you could push him further, he hung up, his jaw clenched as he stood abruptly.
————————————
The front door to your place slammed shut with a force that startled even him. Harumasa didn't bother with formalities—he was already pulling at his tie, his shirt collar loose and disheveled by the time he made it into the room where you waited. His eyes locked onto yours immediately, and there was no mistaking the dark, heated look in them.
"You really thought l'd just let that go?" he asked, his voice quiet but brimming with tension. He closed the space between you in three long strides, his hand already reaching out to pull you flush against him. His fingers curled around your waist, his grip firm, like he needed to feel every inch of you against him just to breathe.
The kiss came before you could answer. Hard, desperate, his lips capturing yours in a way that left no room for hesitation. His free hand slid up to cradle the back of your neck, tilting your head so he could deepen the kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip just enough to make you shiver.
"You've been in my head all day," he muttered against your mouth, his voice thick with frustration and want. His hands roamed now, trailing down your sides, his touch unrelenting as if he was trying to commit every curve of your body to memory. “Do you have any idea what you did to me?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Instead, his lips found your jaw, trailing down the side of your neck as his hands tightened their hold on you. His breath was hot against your skin, his movements more deliberate now, less restrained. The teasing tone he'd taken on the phone earlier was gone, replaced with something raw, unfiltered.
"You wanted me to come home," Harumasa continued, his voice a low murmur as he pressed his forehead against yours. His hands slid lower, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin beneath your shirt. "Well, here I am. Let's see if you can handle what you've started."
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