nijimura being nsfw dominated by female s/o? doesnt have to be all that bdsm kink

imagine-knb:

Candlelight flickers casting dancing shadows against the wall as soft violin music fills the room. Immaculately clean silver – actual silver – ware shines like jewelry upon crisp linens covering tables of wood stained cherry, solid in their structure yet with intricate

carvings on their legs which lends a certain delicacy to their features. All these couple together with a mouthwatering aroma of a meal painstakingly prepared with ingredients whose cost alone is worth more than the rent of his apartment. 

And in this setting of elegance and class, Nijimura works to stifle moans clawing at his throat as her hand roams further up his thigh. Her lips, petal soft and glossy, leave a slightly sticky trail across his neck which is rapidly turning a shade of red he’d rather not admit to being able to obtain. 

“Wha…what are you doing?” he grits through teeth clenched tight in an effort of control. 

He feels the tilt of her lips, hears the unmistakable lilt of a chuckle deep in the recesses of her perfect chest. “Touching you, Shuzo.” The fan of her breath, holding notes of the wine consumed with their appetizers, draws goosebumps to the surface of his skin. “Do you want me to stop? Because this,” her palm presses firmly against the swell of his erection cutting off any attempt of verbal protest he may have, “says otherwise.” 

Nijimura takes slow deep breaths, doing everything he can to not writhe against her but he’s losing the battle as the seconds tick on, as her own breathing increases in rapidity, as her lips and tongue return to caressing his flesh. “Do you know what would make me so hot?” she whispers against the shell of his ear. He shakes his head, unable to open his eyes lest he break his concentration and groan loudly in this very fancy and very public restaurant, though truth be told the booths are rather well separated. 

As her body shifts away he’s torn between relief and regret but his eyes fly open at the feel of a tug against his belt. Deftly she undoes it, hands working quickly but with precision to unzip and untuck him. Suddenly exposed, Nijimura covers himself grabbing her hands in the process. 

“Are you fucking insane? We’ll be caught! Do you know the ramifications of public indecency?” he hisses. 

Her reply is singular. “Shuzo, I’m going to get under this table and suck your cock and you’re going to let me.” Pressing fingers to the underside of his jaw she pushes upward. Nijimura hadn’t even realized he’d become slack-jawed at her bold assertion. “You need a little breaking down,” she goes on, sliding smoothly to the floor. His breath catches in the back of his throat at the sight of her, clad in elegant evening wear on her knees looking up at him with half hooded, lust filled eyes. “Indulge my fantasy, Shuzo, and you can do anything you want to me in return.” 

Nijimura looks up, thankful their waiter has been preoccupied with a rather difficult table on the other side of their section. He looks side to side then back down at her still patiently waiting for him to fully consent to her wishes, to her wants, to her will. 

Finally, he sits back, relaxes his legs, and makes room for her, obliging to adjust the table cloth so as to fully conceal her from any potentially prying eyes. By the time they’re done situating themselves, it looks as though he’s merely a man waiting for the return of his date. 

The feel of her mouth around his cock is heaven despite his anxiety regarding their surroundings. She hums, low and quiet sending shivers down his legs. The cupping of his balls has his hands clenching the table top and he knows, he just knows this woman is going to be the death of him. 

But what a sweet death it will be. 

Finding his voice, he says, “Make sure you swallow, sweetie, wouldn’t want you to make a mess of that dress.”