A$$hole

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Fic dedicated to the one and only Tranquilo God and leader of LIJ himself, Tetsuya Naito!

“ASSHOLE!”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“WHAT?!” Jaime was so mad! She grabbed at the towel that one of the young lions passed to her, frantically trying to get the disgusting green shit out of her eyes. “Ugh! GOD NO! This is your fault!”
“Hey! Tranquilo! I didn’t spit in your face!” He was trying to remain stoic but Tetsuya Naito’s facade kept slipping, an occasional giggle slipping out.
Jaime blinked furiously, her eyes clearing. Ignoring for a moment that the rest of her face was sprayed green, she began wiping down her camera. “Yeah, well…… you probably told him to…… they’re your stupid friends….. you probably told him to spit in my face and ruin my camera!”
Naito shook his head, desperately suppressing the urge to laugh, “That’s a very rude thing to say about me.”
“RUDE! Your friend just covered me with green spit!”
“I think you look very nice green.”
Jaime stopped and looked at him, mouth wide open. “ASSHOLE!” She shouted again, flinging the towel in his face as she stormed off.
It was only when she was truly out of earshot that Naito let himself go, laughing loudly as he walked all the way back to the dressing room.

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Next morning, Jaime was wrapped in her fluffiest dressing gown reviewing her shots from the night before. A full packet of face wipes, two showers and a deep cleansing charcoal face mask later and Jaime could swear she was still a little tinged with green. However, on the plus side, her camera was fine and she had got some pretty epic shots of Bushi’s green mist coming right for her. So maybe wearing a little extra foundation for a few days wasn’t so bad.
Now that she could study the pictures closely, she was starting to feel like maybe she’d got the wrong end of the stick. Last night she clearly remembered Naito shouting to her, calling her, gesturing her to move, getting her into position, seemingly so Bushi could mist her for his own personal amusement.
Her own photographic evidence appeared to contradict this, though. Naito’s “come here” body language that she so clearly remembered looked a lot more like “get out of the way” in the clear light of day.
So maybe she was wrong about him.
But then again, he had laughed at her. Asshole.

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It had turned 1pm and Jaime had errands. Finally out of the dressing gown, she picked up her keys and purse, opened the door to her apartment and stopped dead in her tracks. There on her doormat was a box. It looked hand-delivered and she had no clue how long it had been there.
She took it back inside and set it down on the couch, staring at it for a second before ripping at the tape and lifting the lid.
Inside there was a card and an action figure. Of She-Hulk. Jaime sighed, anticipating where this was heading and opened the card:
Green, angry and beautiful – reminded me of you.
No name. She didn’t need one though. She shook her head. “Asshole” she said as a smile grew across her lips.

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Backstage at the venue, 10 minutes to showtime. Jaime had made a mental note to avoid LIJ as much as a ringside photographer possibly could. She’d also come equipped with face wipes and towels just in case. She had even contemplated wearing a surgical mask over her face, something that was pretty common in everyday Japanese culture, but had decided against it.
She was just thinking about LIJ avoidance techniques when there was a tap on her shoulder: Naito. Jaime rolled her eyes at him, but he just leaned in close to her face, holding one eye open in his trademark pose.
He leaned back again, “I think I preferred you green,” he smirked. “Did you get my gift?”
Jaime sighed, “Yes.”
“When someone gives you a gift it is polite to say thank you.”
She rolled her eyes at him again, “Thank you Naito-San.”
“Hey! We’re good friends. I think you should call me Tetsuya.”
Jaime stared at him in disbelief, “Good friends?”
“Yes” he nodded firmly, “I bought you a present.”
She wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face but instead Jaime just shook her head again and said deliberately “Thank you. Naito. San” before turning and walking off, whispering “Asshole” under her breath.
Naito started giggling as soon as she turned away. She was too easy to tease. And so cute when she was wound up.

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“It’s late for a run.” Naito was stood outside her apartment holding a paper bag.
“What are you doing here?”
He held up the bag, “I brought you another present. Cupcakes. Because we’re such good friends.”
Jaime was opening the door to her apartment but turned to face him, making sure he got the full effect of her eye roll.
“So rude to me always,” he smirked at her before walking past her and into the apartment. “Very nice place” he said looking around. “Bedroom?”
“The KITCHEN is on your right. You can put the cupcakes down in there.”
He grinned at her and followed her directions, opening the bag and putting two boxed cupcakes down on the counter. Jaime took a peak and then raised her eyebrow in his direction, “Green LIJ cupcakes?”
He nodded trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle a giggle. “Green will always remind me of you.”
Jaime smiled widely at him, “Did I ever tell you you’re an asshole?”
He nodded again.
Then suddenly, without warning, his lips were on hers. One arm snaked around her back, pulling her close. Jaime’s body reacted before her brain had even begun processing the situation. She kissed him right back, matching his passion. Naito took a step forward, forcing Jaime back and up against the kitchen counter. Without breaking the kiss, he picked her up one handed and sat her on the counter top, positioning her legs to either side of him.
Jaime’s hands moved up to run through his hair, knocking the ever-present LIJ cap to the floor. She grabbed a handful as her kisses became more forceful. He groaned in her mouth as she pulled on it a little and the sound of it made her soak her panties. He moved his mouth away from hers and started working on her neck whilst his hands found their way below her shirt, expertly unclasping her bra. He pushed her shirt over her head and Jaime let her bra fall to the floor.
Naito put his hands on her breasts, giving them a short, firm squeeze and smirked his approval, before lowering his mouth to her right nipple and letting his fingers go to work on the left. Jaime let out a long groan as he worked, his eyes darted up to me hers, the devilish look in them letting her know he knew exactly what he was doing. He circled his tongue round her nipple before giving it a little light bite.
“FUCKKKKKK…..” Jaime moaned, clawing desperately at his t shirt, trying to even the odds and get him at least half naked. He nibbled a little more before blowing on the over-stimulated nipple causing her to groan even louder than before. He chuckled, the pulled back slightly, removing his shirt then unbuckling his jeans and giving Jaime a chance to see exactly how big the bulge within them had gotten.
They locked eyes. He smirked at her and Jaime realised she was panting a little. She gave him a huge grin in response and that was all the encouragement he needed to continue.
His hands moved round her body, coming to rest at the top of her butt. His fingers dipped below the waistband on her leggings and began pushing the material down. She raised her ass and he continued to undress her, working the material down her thighs and freeing both ankles.
Jaime was now completely naked, sat on her own kitchen counter, legs spread to accommodate the man stood on between them. “Beautiful,” he murmured to her as she leaned forward and rubbed her hand over his crotch, letting her fingers grasp the zipper and rest there for a moment before pulling it down and releasing his thick, hard cock.
While she was undressing him, his fingers had found a new focus, briefly skimming her soaking wet folds and rubbing her throbbing clit, but lust took control once more and he suddenly yanked her close to him, entering her fully and quickly, forcing all the breath from her body.
“JESUS,” she screamed, as she felt herself stretch to accommodate his girth and, before she could get her breath back fully, he started to move, fucking her hard, forcing her back. He grabbed her left leg and manoeuvred it so it was over his shoulder, allowing him to get even deeper in, hitting the spot she needed hitting. Jaime felt like he was trying to fuck her through the kitchen wall and into the room next door. She could feel her own pleasure building as she found his rhythm and started to move to match it, panting and leaving sloppy kisses down his neck. He grabbed a handful of her hair, expletives spilling from his mouth in Japanese.
He was close, she could tell, and she didn’t know how much longer she was going last when his thumb found her clit again. “TETSUYA…..FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK…..I’m, I’m, I’m……” she panted, losing the power of speech as her orgasm built further.
His thrusts were getting more and more urgent, he was on the verge. “Where?” He asked desperately.
“Inside me….. pleeeeeaaassseeeeeee.” Jaime moaned longingly, gripping him, nails digging into his bare shoulders. He groaned loudly as he came inside her and the sensation pushed her over the edge. She arched her back as she came hard, convulsing around his cock.
He rested his body against hers, both of them breathing hard.
“Can I stay?” He whispered. “I’ll make you breakfast.”

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“Mmmmm hungry. When’s breakfast?” Jaime mumbled sleepily. When there was no answer, she  rolled over and into the empty spot in the bed beside her – where there should have been the warm body she’d fallen asleep next to the night before. Opening her eyes wide, she sighed in frustration, picked up the now empty pillow and threw it on the floor. He promised her breakfast and now he was gone. Sulkily, she kicked off the covers, fumbled out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
On her way back she noticed the note on the floor. She took one look at it and a laughed out loud. I had to leave, but I will be back later. Don’t be angry, although I do like you when you’re angry – tranquilo assen na yo!
“Asshole!” She giggled.

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