I took a few liberties with what exactly the MC wears; hope dear anon is ok with that!
Just this once. It was his birthday after all.
You sigh and hit the send button.
He took another sip of the wine from his glass, and clapped Yuta on the shoulder.
“Ok, that was a funny one.” A ping went off in his pocket, and Saeki pulled out his phone to check it. “Hold on guys, I’m going to check this.”
“Your wife checking in on you already?” Yamato laughs. “Can’t wait to get you back there, eh?”
Saeki ignores him and swipes across the screen to see your message.
Well, there was no message. Just a picture text, a picture of you in that costume he picked for you. It was two pieces of black fluff, a cat ear headband, and a wired, stuffed tail. Your cheeks were furiously red. Something stirred in his gut.
“I need to go,” Saeki downs the rest of his wine and stands up. “Gotta get back to the cat.” He smirks as he turns to leave, alcohol flushing his face and mind. He already knew exactly how he was going to handle this kitty when he got home.
“This guy.” Yamato shakes his head as Saeki slipped through the door of the bar. “He doesn’t even make up good enough excuses anymore. The CAT.”
Fingers flying across the keyboard, Ren furrowed his brow, trying to cram all the observations from the experiment onto the file within half an hour. He wanted to be home, get food, and sleep. Yawning, he ran his spare hand through his blonde hair and put his head down on his open notebook for a break. A beep went off on his laptop.
Green eyes flicking up to the screen, he sees a small pop-up for an incoming email.
He clicks into the email.
“Hey, I was cleaning through your things and I found this. How do I look?”
Attached was a picture of yourself, a flirtatious curve playing over your lips as you pose in a bra and panties. The light blue sash from his kingdom’s formal attire was draped over one shoulder, sweeping diagonally down your figure.
He chuckles as he takes in the sight and starts to type a reply.
“I think it would look better on the floor. Along with everything else. Almost done work, be with you in an hour. –R”
He was in the middle of a meeting when the email came in. Wondering if it was important, he clicks it open on his laptop.
You had sent a picture of yourself, sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a translucent, lacey nightgown. His tan fedora was very conveniently placed between your legs.
He coughed quickly to hide his expression. This is one of those moments where he wonders how immature you can get.
“Are you ready, Mr. Aikawa?” His secretary held out the projector cord to him.
“Oh. Right. Yes.” He plugs his laptop to the projector, and instantly realized his mistake. Your picture bloomed over the wall. “No wait!” Kunihiko yelped and smashed the top of his computer down. A burst of stifled giggles rippled through the room. He turned beet red. His employees sneak glances at him, and heads turned in whispers.
“I’m sure it’s only an honest mistake,” his secretary gave an awkward smile as she tried to smooth over his embarrassment. “Shall we carry on?” She unplugs the laptop from the projector and pushes the closed computer to Kunihiko.
It was another late night at the firm. At least, it was a pleasant late night. They had won the case, successfully clearing Saeki’s name from plagiarism.
Glasses clinked, and the conversations were high-spirited and excited. Slipping away from his colleagues and their client, Takao leaned against the wall with a flute of champagne in hand, phone in the other. He tapped into your text.
“Congrats! There’s another celebration waiting for you at home!”
You had included a picture of yourself, toasting towards the camera. You were wearing nothing but one of his blue dress shirts, all buttons but one undone. One of his extra green ties was loose around your neck.
Takao swallowed hard, a deep blush creeping up his collar into his cheeks. It suddenly felt really hot in his suit.
“That was really quite excellent, that last come back.” Saeki laughed, coming up to him. “Thanks for- whoah there! Who’s that you’re looking at?”
“Saeki! There’s something called privacy!” Takao jerked his phone away before Saeki could recognize you in the picture. His face reddened even more, mouth drawn into a nervous, thin line. Saeki grinned.
“I’m totally telling ____.”
It’s been a while since he saw you. The Fukumimi duo was doing a mini-tour, going around the country to do some live performances. He was sprawled on the hotel bed, logging into his email to see if you sent him any updates.
There were two emails. He opened the first one.
I saw the guys at the bar today. It was really fun, talking to them. They all miss you too! Saeki especially said he couldn’t wait to hear your jokes and stories again~”
He frowned at her mention of his friend, and deleted the email, opening the next one. This one was a lot more aesthetically pleasing.
Your face grinned back at him in the picture, wearing a translucent white shirt and virtually nothing underneath.
His reaction was instantaneous and rather… tight in the pants. Shifting onto his side in the bed, he quickly ground out a reply.
That shirt looks good on you, but I think it would look better on my floor. And stop talking about Saeki. You don’t want to know what I can do when I’m jealous.”
He was sitting in the gymnasium, watching the school concert with obvious boredom. He would so rather be at home with you, but as a teacher, supervising school events was his duty and requirement.
His cellphone gave a silenced buzz in his pocket, and he pulled it out in the dim light. The lead flutist played a high-pitched solo. He opened up his inbox, and saw your picture message.
Sprawled over the couch, you wore a dark bra, a pleated skirt, and his red tie around your neck. A seductive smirk graced your lips.
Yamato gritted his teeth. How dare you tease him now, when he’s stuck at the concert for another two hours? The brass instruments gave a low growl.
He realized he was gripping the edge of the folding chair rather tightly, and returned his hand to his phone, tapping out a reply message.
The drums rumbled.
“I told you to stay away from my things. You just wait, I’ll punish you so HARD when I get home.”
The cymbals clashed as he hit send.