Part eleven, Interrupted

                                    

                                          
The rest of the day went by spent in Kirishimas office while he tried to sort out his mirriad of paper work. You attempted to help but ended up sat on the floor folding paper cranes out of the pieces of paper he deemed 'trash ready'. 
One by one you filled the front edge of his desk with cranes, making him raise a brow at you and ask you what the hell you were doing to which you replied with a shrug. 
That was the longest conversation you two had had since talking about Dabi, but the silence was comfortable. 
You were free to wander around the office, drink your water and do what you wanted with the scraps of paper destined for the bin. What was there to be uncomfortable about? 
Ah yes, being in handcuffs and being in someone else's boxers with your nipples on full view through a thin white shirt was probably considered uncomfortable...
It was weird at first for Kirishima to have a prisoner aimlessly wandering his office and keeping yourself busy but he grew to like the company, even though you didn't seem to want to talk. 
Every now and then he'd glance up at you and watch how your tongue poked out between your lips ever so slightly when you were concentrating on the last steps of making yet another paper bird to fill his desk with. 
He'd be lying if he said that a part of him regrets not taking the window of opportunity he had down in the cell to fuck you. You were beautiful. You were all theirs. Why shouldn't he?
At the same time, a bigger part of him was glad he didn't just rape you against the wall when he now knew your innocence. But damn if he didn't want you, just a little.
He groaned slightly as he felt himself getting hot, blood rushing down and distracting him from work...
He could try, right?
Your eyes had already lifted once you had heard him groan and now he was just staring at you, weighing his concequences as your beautiful eyes bore into him curiously.
Something snapped inside him.
"Are you alri-"
"Come here."
Uhhhh...
He rolled his eyes at your dumbstruck face and repeated himself, pushing back from the desk and pointing to the space in front of him.
You swallowed and stood up, your legs a little numb from sitting cross-legged on the floor for so long, but you slowly made your way around the desk, his eyes trained on you almost hungrily as you stood before him. 
"I heard you were so good for Sero. Whatever he told you, you did..." 
Ah fuck... You knew where this was going... 
"So tell me..." He stood up, gently pushing you until your ass hit the desk, his hands either side of you. 
"Did you fuck him?"
His face was inches away, a curious spark in his eyes. He hasn't touched you yet, but his whole body was attempting to dominate yours...
You shook your head as you almost growled back, disgusted by the man in front of you.
"I didn't fuck Sero. I didn't fuck anyone." 
His brow raised as he smirked at your tone of voice, pushing you with his body until you were forced to sit on the desk with him between your knees. 
"I'm relieved..." His hands slipped up from the table to your thighs, his thumbs stroking soft circles on the sensitive skin on your inner thighs, working their way up.