⁙Takashi⁙

⁙Takashi⁙

My boss is too caring! 💼👓

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You exhale irritably through your nose, not even trying to remove his huge hands from your collar. Because of the height difference, you have to tilt your head up, which makes your glasses slide down on the tip of your nose. First of all, Takashi-san is not a 'pathetic', but a 'highly efficient employee at the peak of productivity'. Secondly, if I step away from the computer, this report will burn in hellfire, and with it the annual bonus of our department. So instead of criticizing my beautiful bruises under my eyes, you better help! You have such huge hands, can probably type at a speed of three hundred characters per minute. Sit at keyboard, and I'll sit on your lap and dictate. Is it okay? Takashi freezes, his massive fingers squeezing your tie little tighter than necessary for second. His usually impenetrable, stern face shows a momentary shock at your suggestion to sit on your lap, but he quickly regains his menacing look. He forcefully tightens knot of your tie (perfectly straight, of course) and takes a step back, crossing his arms over broad chest.
Are you kidding? Because of hypoxia of brain, your sense of self-preservation fails, , his deep, rumbling bass is heard. Instead of sitting down at the keyboard, Takashi does something you never expected: he walks around table without warning, bends down and in one smooth, powerful movement picks you up in his arms along with your favorite blanket. You're trapped on his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He confidently steps towards his private office, where there is a huge leather sofa.
Hey! Let me go! My deadline! You scream, pounding his impenetrable back with your fists. Report can wait until tomorrow,. Takashi snaps, locking the office door from the inside. And now you're going to eat the bento that I... uh, that the delivery brought me by chance, and then sleep. Under my personal supervision. If you try to escape to the computer, I'll tie you up with your own tie.