KHR! || TYL!6996; "Interruptions"
Title: Interruptions
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Chrome Dokuro, Mukuro Rokudo, and Tsunayoshi Sawada
Author's Note: Done for the kink meme. Prompt: TYL!6996 - Chrome has been busy with phone calls and business from the Vongola. Mukuro is sexually frustrated and decides to tease her during one of her phone calls. Possessive!Mukuro would be awesome~ Kink: dirty talk, fingering & oral sex.
Interruptions
“Yes,” he heard Chrome’s soft voice in the next room, and he sat up on the bed, combing his fingers through his hair to release some of the bed knots, “I will. Thank you, I’ll be sure to contact you soon.”
He heard the phone being returned to it’s cradle and when he looked up, Chrome stood in the doorway, hair brushed and dressed in her suit. Ah, business affairs again. “Good morning. Would you like tea?”
“Come,” he beckoned, and she moved to the bed, leaning down to lightly brush her lips against his. He smiled against her mouth, hand reaching up to cup the back of her neck and pull her down further, but she resisted.
“I’m not done making calls Mukuro-sama,” she scolded him, and his brows came together, “I am also expecting a call from Boss. We may have a mission in the near future.”
“It won’t take long,” he assured, and her tie began to loosen, seemingly of it’s own accord. She pulled away completely and straightened her clothes.
“You say that, and then it’s lunchtime and you claim it’s too late to do anything productive. Then at the end of the day all I’ve managed to do is wrinkle my clothes and ruin a perfectly good bedframe.”
He simply grinned at her. “You’ll have to forgive me, it’s simply the Italian way,” he explained, and she rose a delicate eyebrow, “When they say that Rome wasn’t built in a day, that’s why. It’s merely my nature, and you wouldn’t fault me for that, would you?”
“While I don’t claim to know everything about you, Mukuro-sama, to believe that, I would have to be someone who has not known you for more than an instant,” she said frankly, and he blinked, “And I know you are not someone who would insinuate such.”
Mukuro smiled ruefully, and Chrome fixed her cuffs.
“I would enjoy some breakfast,” he finally conceded, moving to get up from the bed. Chrome nodded and exited the room.
Once he had pulled on a shirt and pants, he left the bedroom, about to go out into the kitchen when he heard Chrome’s voice from the office again, and he followed the sound.
“Chikusa,” she said softly, her fingers tapping idly on the polished wood of the desktop, “I wish…Next time you do something like this, at least tell Mukuro-sama. I have been worried.”
Mukuro leaned over the tall back of the chair, and she glanced up at him before gesturing to a tray with tea and toast on the coffee table. Mukuro rose a brow, but Chrome ignored him, going back to her phone call. Mukuro moved across the room and dropped onto the couch, taking a piece of toast and chewing it slowly.
Once her conversation was done, Chrome pulled a file from inside the desk, setting it out in front of her before taking a pen and beginning to write short, quick notes across it.
“Another report?” he mused, and she nodded.
“Mukuro-sama, would you like anything else?” she asked without looking up, flipping onto the next page of the document.
He brushed crumbs from his lap before taking his cup, tasting the tea. “I’m fine Chrome. Though, why don’t you join me? That can wait a few moments.”
“I’ve already eaten,” she replied, “You seemed to want to sleep in this morning, Mukuro-sama.”
“I kept up rather late last night,” he teased, “I would enjoy the company,” he then tried instead, but the phone rang, and Chrome picked it up.
“Oh, Boss,” she greeted politely, and Mukuro put his cup down before standing. Chrome continued to chat pleasantly, listening as Tsunayoshi Sawada talked, probably going on about some terribly domestic moment in his mundane life. Mukuro took a seat on the desk, but Chrome didn’t acknowledge him. He reached out to brush her hair from her face, and she spared him a glance before continuing with the conversation.
He gently eased her chair away from the desk, and Chrome gave him a curious look. Her conversation wasn’t disturbed however, due to the long cord, so she simply dismissed it. At least, until Mukuro slipped down onto the floor between her legs.
“M-Mukuro-sama!” she hissed, covering the receiver, and looking at him with wide eyes, “What-”
He smiled, his hands slipping up her thighs and under her skirt, rubbing gentle circles into the skin. She let out a little squeak, and Mukuro heard Tsuna’s voice pause on the phone.
“Chrome? Are you there?”
“Y-Yes, I’m here. Excuse me Boss,” she apologized, and tried to push Mukuro away, but he only smirked at her as his fingers slipped into the sides of her underwear, hooking them before pulling them down.
“Don’t mind me Chrome,” he purred, amused by the look of surprise and uncertainty in her face, “Continue.”
Tsuna began talking again, and Chrome had to reply, voice pitching as Mukuro slid one finger into her, thrusting it teasingly.
“A-Ah, B…Boss,” she stuttered, hand tightening on the phone, “t-that’s good to hear. I’m happy…your wife is doing well.”
Mukuro chuckled, and slipped a second digit into her wet heat, twisting them as he moved them in and out. Chrome’s thighs clenched and she bit her lip, hips shifting minutely into his hand.
“So shameless Chrome,” he purred, and she choked back a noise, “I wonder what Tsunayoshi must be thinking as he hears those desperate little sounds. What must he think is going on as I fuck you with my fingers. Maybe he thinks you’re touching yourself, slipping your fingers between your legs like I’m doing right now.”
She bit her lip harder to hold back a groan, the sound choked.
“Chrome, is everything alright? Are you not feeling well?”
Chrome shook her head, but then realized the meaninglessness of the gesture, “N-No, I…I feel…”
“She feels wonderful,” Mukuro said to no one, knowing Tsuna couldn’t hear him, “She’s gasping and arching from pleasure.”
Chrome covered her mouth. “Mu…Mukuro-sa…ma…”
He pulled the chair closer, spreading her legs and pulling her to the edge of the seat. Chrome squeaked and he chuckled, pushing her skirt up before leaning close and delivering a long lick to her folds. Her hips jerked and she couldn’t hold back the cry.
“Chrome?! Chrome, what happened?”
“S-Sorry, I just…nngh,” she panted, upper body leaning against the desk, hand gripping the edge desperately, “I s…stumbled.”
“Are you hurt?” Tsuna’s voice was worried and Mukuro smirked as he took her clit between his lips and sucked.
“No!” she said sharply, then tried to calm her voice, “N-No, I’m alright. P-Please Boss, a-about the mission…”
Mukuro flicked his tongue against the small nub, and Chrome’s body shuddered. He returned his fingers to her entrance, pushing them inside and making her gasp. His fingers began a steady pace, thrusting in and out of her hard and fast. He tightened his lips around her clit, his tongue moving against it quickly, and he could feel her body tensing in pleasure.
He pulled back a bit to look up into her face, her cheeks flushed and mouth parted slightly as she panted, lips moist and inviting.
“So lewd, my cute little Chrome,” he smirked, and she whimpered, “Your body can’t lie. You want this, you want me to make you come just like this, with Tsunayoshi’s voice in you ear and my fingers inside of you. Or, perhaps you’d like me to go further, to force my cock into you and fuck you with Tsunayoshi on the other end of the phone. Would you like that? For me to bend you over this desk and fuck you until your voice is hoarse and legs weak? You can’t lie to me-- you’re so wet here Chrome,” his fingers hooked deep inside and she jumped, yelping softly, “This is exactly what you want.”
“Mu…kuro…s-sama…” she whispered, “Muku…ro-sama…”
He grinned wolfishly and took her clit between his lips again, lightly scraping his teeth against it. Her body shook and he felt her tightening around his fingers. He didn’t stop the treatment, fingers thrusting faster and deeper inside her as his tongue flicked against her clit rapidly, quickly bringing her to the brink.
“B…B-Boss!” she suddenly cried out, and Mukuro’s eyebrows knit together, “Boss, I…I will call you back!”
She slammed the phone on it’s cradle, and her fingers buried in his hair as she tossed her head back, hips surging against his mouth as her orgasm hit, screaming his name.
He finally pulled away with a smug smirk, retracting his fingers and slowly lapping up the wetness on them. Chrome was still bent over him, body trembling as she slowly came down from her high.
“Now then, Chrome,” Mukuro reached up to brush her hair from her face, and she took in a deep breath before opening her eye, “was that so bad?”
She suddenly went red, and covered her face with her hands.
“I…What do I…How do I explain to Boss?!”
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Chrome Dokuro, Mukuro Rokudo, and Tsunayoshi Sawada
Author's Note: Done for the kink meme. Prompt: TYL!6996 - Chrome has been busy with phone calls and business from the Vongola. Mukuro is sexually frustrated and decides to tease her during one of her phone calls. Possessive!Mukuro would be awesome~ Kink: dirty talk, fingering & oral sex.
Interruptions
“Yes,” he heard Chrome’s soft voice in the next room, and he sat up on the bed, combing his fingers through his hair to release some of the bed knots, “I will. Thank you, I’ll be sure to contact you soon.”
He heard the phone being returned to it’s cradle and when he looked up, Chrome stood in the doorway, hair brushed and dressed in her suit. Ah, business affairs again. “Good morning. Would you like tea?”
“Come,” he beckoned, and she moved to the bed, leaning down to lightly brush her lips against his. He smiled against her mouth, hand reaching up to cup the back of her neck and pull her down further, but she resisted.
“I’m not done making calls Mukuro-sama,” she scolded him, and his brows came together, “I am also expecting a call from Boss. We may have a mission in the near future.”
“It won’t take long,” he assured, and her tie began to loosen, seemingly of it’s own accord. She pulled away completely and straightened her clothes.
“You say that, and then it’s lunchtime and you claim it’s too late to do anything productive. Then at the end of the day all I’ve managed to do is wrinkle my clothes and ruin a perfectly good bedframe.”
He simply grinned at her. “You’ll have to forgive me, it’s simply the Italian way,” he explained, and she rose a delicate eyebrow, “When they say that Rome wasn’t built in a day, that’s why. It’s merely my nature, and you wouldn’t fault me for that, would you?”
“While I don’t claim to know everything about you, Mukuro-sama, to believe that, I would have to be someone who has not known you for more than an instant,” she said frankly, and he blinked, “And I know you are not someone who would insinuate such.”
Mukuro smiled ruefully, and Chrome fixed her cuffs.
“I would enjoy some breakfast,” he finally conceded, moving to get up from the bed. Chrome nodded and exited the room.
Once he had pulled on a shirt and pants, he left the bedroom, about to go out into the kitchen when he heard Chrome’s voice from the office again, and he followed the sound.
“Chikusa,” she said softly, her fingers tapping idly on the polished wood of the desktop, “I wish…Next time you do something like this, at least tell Mukuro-sama. I have been worried.”
Mukuro leaned over the tall back of the chair, and she glanced up at him before gesturing to a tray with tea and toast on the coffee table. Mukuro rose a brow, but Chrome ignored him, going back to her phone call. Mukuro moved across the room and dropped onto the couch, taking a piece of toast and chewing it slowly.
Once her conversation was done, Chrome pulled a file from inside the desk, setting it out in front of her before taking a pen and beginning to write short, quick notes across it.
“Another report?” he mused, and she nodded.
“Mukuro-sama, would you like anything else?” she asked without looking up, flipping onto the next page of the document.
He brushed crumbs from his lap before taking his cup, tasting the tea. “I’m fine Chrome. Though, why don’t you join me? That can wait a few moments.”
“I’ve already eaten,” she replied, “You seemed to want to sleep in this morning, Mukuro-sama.”
“I kept up rather late last night,” he teased, “I would enjoy the company,” he then tried instead, but the phone rang, and Chrome picked it up.
“Oh, Boss,” she greeted politely, and Mukuro put his cup down before standing. Chrome continued to chat pleasantly, listening as Tsunayoshi Sawada talked, probably going on about some terribly domestic moment in his mundane life. Mukuro took a seat on the desk, but Chrome didn’t acknowledge him. He reached out to brush her hair from her face, and she spared him a glance before continuing with the conversation.
He gently eased her chair away from the desk, and Chrome gave him a curious look. Her conversation wasn’t disturbed however, due to the long cord, so she simply dismissed it. At least, until Mukuro slipped down onto the floor between her legs.
“M-Mukuro-sama!” she hissed, covering the receiver, and looking at him with wide eyes, “What-”
He smiled, his hands slipping up her thighs and under her skirt, rubbing gentle circles into the skin. She let out a little squeak, and Mukuro heard Tsuna’s voice pause on the phone.
“Chrome? Are you there?”
“Y-Yes, I’m here. Excuse me Boss,” she apologized, and tried to push Mukuro away, but he only smirked at her as his fingers slipped into the sides of her underwear, hooking them before pulling them down.
“Don’t mind me Chrome,” he purred, amused by the look of surprise and uncertainty in her face, “Continue.”
Tsuna began talking again, and Chrome had to reply, voice pitching as Mukuro slid one finger into her, thrusting it teasingly.
“A-Ah, B…Boss,” she stuttered, hand tightening on the phone, “t-that’s good to hear. I’m happy…your wife is doing well.”
Mukuro chuckled, and slipped a second digit into her wet heat, twisting them as he moved them in and out. Chrome’s thighs clenched and she bit her lip, hips shifting minutely into his hand.
“So shameless Chrome,” he purred, and she choked back a noise, “I wonder what Tsunayoshi must be thinking as he hears those desperate little sounds. What must he think is going on as I fuck you with my fingers. Maybe he thinks you’re touching yourself, slipping your fingers between your legs like I’m doing right now.”
She bit her lip harder to hold back a groan, the sound choked.
“Chrome, is everything alright? Are you not feeling well?”
Chrome shook her head, but then realized the meaninglessness of the gesture, “N-No, I…I feel…”
“She feels wonderful,” Mukuro said to no one, knowing Tsuna couldn’t hear him, “She’s gasping and arching from pleasure.”
Chrome covered her mouth. “Mu…Mukuro-sa…ma…”
He pulled the chair closer, spreading her legs and pulling her to the edge of the seat. Chrome squeaked and he chuckled, pushing her skirt up before leaning close and delivering a long lick to her folds. Her hips jerked and she couldn’t hold back the cry.
“Chrome?! Chrome, what happened?”
“S-Sorry, I just…nngh,” she panted, upper body leaning against the desk, hand gripping the edge desperately, “I s…stumbled.”
“Are you hurt?” Tsuna’s voice was worried and Mukuro smirked as he took her clit between his lips and sucked.
“No!” she said sharply, then tried to calm her voice, “N-No, I’m alright. P-Please Boss, a-about the mission…”
Mukuro flicked his tongue against the small nub, and Chrome’s body shuddered. He returned his fingers to her entrance, pushing them inside and making her gasp. His fingers began a steady pace, thrusting in and out of her hard and fast. He tightened his lips around her clit, his tongue moving against it quickly, and he could feel her body tensing in pleasure.
He pulled back a bit to look up into her face, her cheeks flushed and mouth parted slightly as she panted, lips moist and inviting.
“So lewd, my cute little Chrome,” he smirked, and she whimpered, “Your body can’t lie. You want this, you want me to make you come just like this, with Tsunayoshi’s voice in you ear and my fingers inside of you. Or, perhaps you’d like me to go further, to force my cock into you and fuck you with Tsunayoshi on the other end of the phone. Would you like that? For me to bend you over this desk and fuck you until your voice is hoarse and legs weak? You can’t lie to me-- you’re so wet here Chrome,” his fingers hooked deep inside and she jumped, yelping softly, “This is exactly what you want.”
“Mu…kuro…s-sama…” she whispered, “Muku…ro-sama…”
He grinned wolfishly and took her clit between his lips again, lightly scraping his teeth against it. Her body shook and he felt her tightening around his fingers. He didn’t stop the treatment, fingers thrusting faster and deeper inside her as his tongue flicked against her clit rapidly, quickly bringing her to the brink.
“B…B-Boss!” she suddenly cried out, and Mukuro’s eyebrows knit together, “Boss, I…I will call you back!”
She slammed the phone on it’s cradle, and her fingers buried in his hair as she tossed her head back, hips surging against his mouth as her orgasm hit, screaming his name.
He finally pulled away with a smug smirk, retracting his fingers and slowly lapping up the wetness on them. Chrome was still bent over him, body trembling as she slowly came down from her high.
“Now then, Chrome,” Mukuro reached up to brush her hair from her face, and she took in a deep breath before opening her eye, “was that so bad?”
She suddenly went red, and covered her face with her hands.
“I…What do I…How do I explain to Boss?!”