Strictly Business

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/47737654.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
Relationships: Nanami Kento/Reader, Nanami Kento & Reader, Nanami Kento/You
Characters: Nanami Kento, Reader, Gojo Satoru, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Itadori
Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Getou Suguru, Ino Takuma, Kugisaki Nobara
Additional Tags: Oral Sex, nanami is a munch, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering,
Enthusiastic Consent, Consent is Sexy, Rich Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru
is a Little Shit, Nanami Kento Has a Big Dick, Masturbation, gojo being
a menace, flustered nanami, Blow Jobs, Creampie, Vaginal Sex, Public
Sex, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is His Own Warning, Sukuna | Ryoumen
Sukuna is a Little Shit, Protective Nanami Kento, Edging, Teasing,
Orgasm Delay/Denial, Overstimulation, Sex Toys, Sex Tapes, Face-
Fucking, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, not joking its just a porn fic
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-06-08 Completed: 2023-07-13 Words: 50,044 Chapters:
7/7
 Strictly Business
by craisinsensation1029

Summary

After working a string of odd jobs, you land the position of being Nanami’s personal
assistant. Contrary to his irritable attitude, he’s about his business and actually quite pleasant
to work for. One day, he reveals that he attends a charity gala every year. He usually goes
alone, but thanks to Gojo’s shenanigans, he needs a date this year. He asks if you would be
his date, which you enthusiastically accept. Despite your reluctance to accept his pampering
in preparation for the gala, it changes your dynamic in more ways than one.

Notes

Not sure if this is a warning, but this isn't particularly a romance story (at least I dont think it
will be...). This is for sure porn with some 'plot' to string it along. I will update the tags as I
upload each chapter! I originally tried to write this as a one shot, but I had too much to say
*kekw*. So if it seems convoluted (teehee) as it goes on, that's why. I hope it's still enjoyable!
♡
 The Dress
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes

You knocked on the door to Nanami’s office, your mind filled with concern as to why he
needed you there. Usually if there was an issue, he would just email you. A phone call was
out of the ordinary, but not completely unusual. This, on the other hand, was unprecedented.
You hoped and prayed you weren’t getting fired, that was the last thing you needed. “Please
come in,” his stern voice called from the other side of the door.

You took a much needed breath before you placed your hand on the knob and gave it a turn.
The sight on the other side of the door wasn’t anything unusual. Nanami looked as indifferent
as always. Nothing gave away why he called you here today.

His office itself was rather plain, the only notable thing was a large ficus behind his chair.
Even his desk bore no photos of friends or family. It only had a calendar that marked off the
days that passed. You would have thought the walls would be littered with certificates of his
achievements, but no. They were bare.

In front of his desk was a singular chair. You hesitated to take a seat without his permission.
You opted to stand until he gave you further direction. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Nanami?”

“Sit.” You sat. “No need to look so nervous. I didn’t call you here to reprimand or fire you.”

You felt a wave of relief immediately rush over your body. You hadn’t even realized how
tense your shoulders were until you felt them slump after his words. You were going to leave
his office with your job intact, nothing else mattered.

“I guess you can say that I am in a bit of a predicament.” You raised an eyebrow
unintentionally. Nanami was the most put together person you knew. He never had a situation
that he couldn’t handle.

“I’m sure you will figure everything out, Mr. Nanami,” you assured, letting a slight smile
spread across your face. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, especially with him
admitting he had a problem to you.

He let out a small grunt. “I’m sure you know my colleague, Gojo.” He pinched the bridge of
his nose and let out a sigh. Gojo was a mess, that you knew for sure. A few times when you
would bring Nanami his lunch, Gojo would be in his office and just insist you eat with them.
You would proceed to look at Nanami who would then motion for you to get your food, a
chair and join them.

This then prompted Gojo to start bringing lunch for both of you, citing he had no problem
with “third wheeling”. That statement had made you flustered, but Nanami was stoic as
always, giving nothing away as to how he felt about the statement. Nanami would always
relent to whatever Gojo wanted, despite the apparent distaste for his behavior. You never
thought his misadventures would land Nanami in any trouble.

“Yes…” you answered, waiting for an explanation of what the white-haired menace had done
this time.

“Well, let me start from the beginning.” He removed his hand from the bridge of his nose and
clasped them on the desk in front of him. “Every year I attend a charity gala for the bakery
that I frequent. The funds go toward helping people who are facing food insecurity.”

You nodded, not sure where he was going with that. “That’s very nice, Mr. Nanami. I’m sure
those galas are very fun to attend.” You felt that notion tug at your heartstrings. You always
admired Nanami for his work ethic and his no nonsense attitude. His good looks were just a
bonus, but this admission made your crush on him grow even more, if that was possible.

Your last employer, a burger joint with three locations in your city where you were a waitress,
went down after it was revealed the owner was involved in some money laundering scheme.
Or was it embezzlement? Either way it was something shady as fuck, and you were out of a
job. You worked some odd jobs after that to make ends meet.

Then, you found a listing for a personal assistant to the CEO of a small publishing company
with headquarters in your city. It was an annoying process with two group interviews
followed by three individual interviews, but luckily you got the job.

Kento Nanami was different from anyone else you worked for. He never undermined or
overworked you, unlike other employers you had. It was hard to say he was a nice man per
say, but he was very polite, if that made sense. Despite your initial fear of him, you became
comfortable with him after a few weeks. He never shared much with you, but he never told
you to shut up when you would talk about your own life.

One thing you did appreciate about Nanami, was that he let you know when you did a good
job. Your previous employers did this as well, but something about praise from Nanami was
completely different. You would feel yourself melt whenever he said, Job well done or I’m
happy to have hired you .

“Whether or not the entertainment is sufficient to please me is beside the point,” he began as
his eyes found yours. “It appears Gojo made the gala committee aware of something without
my knowledge.”

The vagueness of his words had you cocking your head slightly to the side. What could Gojo
have possibly said that would put Nanami in a situation he didn’t want to be in?

You stared at him silently, and you could have sworn he avoided your gaze, for just a
moment.

“Right.” He cleared his throat, “Gojo told the committee I would be bringing a date this
year.”
You nodded, the gears still not quite turning in your head. You didn’t want to come to any
rash conclusions, so you stayed silent as you waited for him to elaborate.

“So, they gave me two tickets. Attending this gala is no joke, it is invite only, so I can’t give
it to just anyone ,” he continued. “For that reason, I am asking you to attend the gala with
me.”

“Of course, I’ll come with you!” you blurted out, almost too excitedly. You hadn’t even
realized you learned forward in your seat. Sheepishly, you shrunk back down into the chair,
letting your hands fall in your lap. “I mean, yes. I have no problem going with you.”

You were giddy inside. You had always imagined going on a date with Nanami, but the
nature of your relationship made that inappropriate. Although you were aware this was no
date, you were positive he would still be a perfect gentleman. Your cheeks heated at the
thought of being in his presence outside of work hours.

“Very well, then.” He turned his attention towards his desktop and you watched as his fingers
began typing deftly on the keyboard. You wondered how those fingers would feel dragging
along your thighs, how they would trace your clit, how they would feel curling inside of you
and finding your g-spot without fail… you clenched at the thought.

“I will ensure you receive compensation for your time, as this is an affair outside of work.”
You honestly didn’t even consider that he would pay you for this. You didn’t care at all, but
you knew better than to voice any disagreement about the matter. He would shut it down
immediately. “I’m going to email you some information about the gala, so you know what to
expect."

“Thank you, Mr. Nanami,” you beamed, the small smile that was on your face previously
splitting the sides of your mouth now. “I’m happy you deem me worthy of coming with you.”

“Of course. You were the first person that came to my mind.” He nodded at you slowly, and
silence hung between the two of you. You figured that was your cue to leave. You stood,
smoothing your black pencil skirt in the process. “So you aren’t going to ask when it is, or
about a dress code, perhaps?”

You mentally slapped yourself on the forehead. In all your excitement you hadn’t even
bothered to think about anything that practical. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure if
anything in your closet was worthy of being worn to a gala. Hopefully, this thing wasn’t
tonight.

“I thought that would be in the information you emailed to me, Mr. Nanami,” you defended.
Yes, that was at least a decent cover for your lack of thought. “You’re right though, please
give me any details you think I should know now.”

He looked at you with a blank expression, as if he were trying to decide whether or not what
you said was bullshit. You glanced anywhere but in his direction, although there wasn’t much
to look at. Ultimately, he let out a sigh and ordered, “Sit back down.”

You sat.
“The gala is next Saturday. I have arranged for a limo to pick me up, and we will pick you up
after. I would like it if you wore something complimentary to my outfit.”

He was coming to pick you up in a limo and he wanted you to match with him. This couldn’t
get any better. “Of course, Mr. Nanami. May I ask what you are wearing?”

“Black.” You wanted to laugh at the admission, but you pressed your lips tightly together to
keep the giggle from erupting. You always teased him after you learned black was his
favorite color, arguing that it was a shade rather than a color. To that, he would simply roll his
eyes and tell you to quit bothering him. “Do you have something suitable to wear for the
occasion?”

Now, it was your turn to give him a blank expression. Your earlier thought resurfaced as you
mentally scanned your closet. Everything you owned was at two extremes, either being too
raunchy or casual for the event. You would make something work, but fuck . That was
probably going to put a damper on your wallet.

“Uh.” You contemplated telling him you did, but knowing Nanami, he would ask you to take
a photo of it and send it to him later on tonight. You knew there was no way to bullshit your
way out of that. “I haven’t had the opportunity to attend an event of this caliber, Mr.
Nanami.” You wrung your hands together in your lap as you sunk your teeth into your lower
lip. “I’ll get something, though. I will make sure I don’t embarrass you.”

“I will buy you something.” You looked up immediately, but his gaze was already on his
desktop screen. Again, you knew protesting would be futile.

“I’ll pay you back for it,” you winced. You only knew a few things about Nanami, but one of
those things was his expensive taste. You didn’t know what cologne he wore, but it certainly
smelled expensive. Not to mention the Rolex that sat on his wrist. You paled thinking about
the price of the dress he would buy you. He might as well garnish your paychecks now.

“No need,” he insisted. “I already have something in mind that I would like to get for you, if
you like it as well, of course.” His eyes were still glued to his desktop screen.

It was safe to say your jaw nearly dropped. Not only was he getting a limo to pick you up, but
he was also buying you something to match with him. This series of events was going into
your spank bank for later.

“I’m sure I’ll like it, Mr. Nanami,” you answered quickly. Shit, you’d probably put on a
bunny costume if he asked, but you doubt that was going to happen unless he was feeling
particularly ridiculous one day. He had to be somewhat aware of the effect he had on you.
“Thank you, I know you don’t have to do this at all.”

“It’s nothing.” You wondered what was captivating his attention on the desktop screen. As
much as you wished you could extend your neck from where you sat to see, the privacy
screen was another barrier. “You are doing me a tremendous favor, and I appreciate you for
that. I have no problem taking care of any expenses involved.” He paused for a minute before
finally turning to look at you, his eyes scanning your facial features. “I’ll book a makeup
artist for you as well.”
You threw your hands up in protest. Now, he was going too far. He was already buying you
something to wear, the least you could do was your makeup. “Oh no, Mr. Nanami, that isn’t
necessary at all!” you exclaimed. “You’re already doing so much from the limo to agreeing to
get me something to wear. Even allowing me to come with you is a gift. I can do my makeup
myself at home unless you think my makeup usually looks bad or something.” You knew you
were rambling, and you let out a nervous laugh as his expression hardened.

“You will get your makeup done.” That was a statement, and you knew it was final. “You can
show the artist reference looks of what you would like done. I have no preference in that
aspect.” He placed his hand on his chin for a moment, as if he were contemplating
something. “Actually, I do have one preference.”

Whatever it was, you were sure you were going to adhere to it. “What is it, Mr. Nanami?”

“I like a glossy look on the lips. Matte doesn’t do it for me.”

Your mouth went dry as you processed what he just said. You always wore something glossy
on your lips, with your preference being Hot Chocolit or Fenty Glow from the Fenty
collection, usually paired with brown lip liner. A crazy thought in the back of your mind
wondered whether he had ever looked at your lips, fantasized about them even. You hoped he
had.

“I… yes.” The words weren’t coming together to form a coherent sentence. “Yes, Mr.
Nanami, I like glossy lips as well. I will tell the artist to do that.”

“Great. I would have offered someone to do your hair as well, but I vividly remember you
going on rants about the times you have gotten your hair done and your dissatisfaction with
your experience.” Oh gosh. Sometimes you swore he didn’t listen to any of your ramblings,
but this proved you wrong. You thought back to all the nonsense you’ve shared with him
during your months of working here, and you just wanted to disappear. “Unless you have
changed your mind about that, I will leave you to style your hair. I do like the way you do
your hair.”

You nodded quickly, but you needed to leave, now . “Thank you again for this, Mr. Nanami. I
will make sure I am the best date you’ve ever had!” You mentally kicked yourself for what
you said. You stood quickly, not making eye contact. “I mean, the best plus one you’ve ever
had,” you chuckled nervously.

“Same difference. Sit back down.”

Once again, you sat.

He sighed, “You seem to be in quite the rush today.” Nanami had stopped making you
nervous a few months ago when you became familiar with his demeanor and mannerisms.
You couldn’t figure out what was different today.

Oh, maybe just the fact that you were getting the princess treatment for the gala. His future
partner would be lucky.
When he realized you weren’t going to give him a response, he continued, “I would like you
to try on the dress as soon as possible, so it can be taken to the tailor if needed. I can arrange
to have it on hold. Will you be available after work today?”

You knew you had nothing planned once you left work. “Yes.”

“Excellent.” His attention was directed to his computer screen again, and he made a few
clicks with his mouse before turning to face you again. “I will meet you at your desk at the
close of business today. We’ll go to the shop and try on the dress, and I will drive you home.
Thank you. You may leave now.”

“Yes, Mr. Nanami, thank you,” you murmured as you finally made your way towards the
door.

“Oh. Great job on the minutes you made for those meetings last week. I got the chance to
read through them earlier today.”

“Thank you, Mr. Nanami.” You felt your face grow hot at his praise as you opened the door
and left the office.

Once you got back to your desk, you couldn’t focus at all. Your mind was racing, all thoughts
about him. The most pressing thought at the moment was, What the hell does this dress he
prefers I wear look like?

~~~

“Fucking Gojo,” Nanami muttered to himself once he was sure you were well out of earshot
after exiting his office. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in his ergonomic
chair, loosening his tie just the slightest bit as he looked down at the semi that was straining
against his slacks.

Fuck.

He couldn’t seem to help it. You were just so kind and polite. He never even bothered to
correct you regarding how you referenced him. Most just referred to him as Nanami or
Kento. Nanamin was a less than desired nickname, but he had no control over that despite his
insistence that no one call him that. You however, and that damned Mr. Nanami , that you
uttered nearly every time you spoke to him… he couldn’t even pinpoint why he liked it so
much. That was the most frustrating part.

No matter. He sat back up in his chair and resumed the work he was doing before he called
you into his office.

~~~

Nearing the end of the day, you anxiously waited at your desk for Nanami. He was always
prompt, never staying a minute later than necessary. All your things were already packed and
put away.
Your desk was situated only a few feet away from Nanami’s office, and you found yourself
constantly looking toward the door, waiting for him to emerge. You even reapplied your
lipgloss, with the newfound knowledge that he liked it.

Three minutes before the official end of the workday, he emerged from his office with his
laptop bag in hand. You quickly rose to your feet as you put your bag over your shoulder as
you waited for his strides to near your desk. “I hope the rest of your work day went well, Mr.
Nanami,” you enthused as he arrived in front of your desk.

“It was fine,” he replied. “I assume you’re ready.”

You nodded, and he began walking towards the exit of the building to the garage level. You’d
never been in his car before, but you knew he drove a midnight blue Lexus. The model, you
were unaware of.

He unlocked the car, and opened your door for you. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He walked around to the driver’s side and got in, placing his bag in the back
seat and promptly starting the car. As he pulled out of the garage, he drove carefully to…
whatever shop it was he was taking you to. Again, you fixated on his fingers as they flexed
on the steering wheel. You opted to look out the window instead, not wanting your
imagination to run wild this time.

Silence ensued as he drove for what had been another twenty or so minutes. You felt a final
turn of the car before he pulled into a parking space. “We’re here.” He got out of the car and
walked around to your side to open the door. You stepped out of the car, looking up to where
he brought you.

It was a boutique in the center of the city. A boutique you always promised yourself you
would purchase something from once you had saved enough. You visited this place a few
times, window shopping of course. This place didn’t even have price tags on their clothes,
and you would rather not have the shock of your fucking life once you reached the register.

As happy as you were that this was the place he had decided on, guilt washed over you.
“Thank you for opening my door, Mr. Nanami,” you began. “This place… I think this might
be too much. I’m sure we can find something nice at a department store…”

“Nonsense.” He locked the door and placed his hand on the small of your back to encourage
your movements towards the entrance. That small action made any opposition you had fade
away. He reached around your side to pull the door open as his hand was still on your back.

His steps matched yours as you made your way inside the store, his hand still on the small of
your back. You were greeted by a bubbly blonde, “Hi guys! Anything I can help you two
with?”

“Yes,” Nanami answered. “I have something on hold under the name Kento, I need her to try
it on.”
“Of course! I’ll get it out right now. I’ll escort you two to the dressing rooms first and bring it
there.” She scurried off before either of you could answer, which left you both no choice but
to follow her.

You had never been in the dressing rooms before, so you bit your lip in anticipation as you
rounded a corner toward the back of the store that opened up into a carpeted area with doors
lining the halls on both sides. There were two couches in the center along with a small table
that had water, mints, and some chips. Between the doors and in front of the couches was a
large ceiling to floor mirror with lights adorning the edges.

The dressing room was so nice, you hadn’t even realized Nanami’s hand was still on the
small of your back, his fingers now tracing light circles onto the spot. “If you have to refer to
me while we're here, please just call me Kento.” He leaned down to whisper that to you, his
lips brushing across the shell of your ear.

A strong feeling of desire pooled in your belly, not only from that gentle brush to your ear,
but because he asked you to call him by his first name. You never imagined there would ever
be an occasion for you to do that. The thought of doing so almost made you a bit uneasy. You
would avoid having to refer to him here if possible.

“Okay…” you replied, unsure if you should make any effort to break away.

Luckily, you didn’t have to contemplate that decision for long. The sales associate was
bustling into the fitting room area holding a black, zipped up dress bag. She set it down on
one of the couches and opened one of the fitting room doors with one of the keys that was on
the lanyard around her neck. “Here you go, honey. There is a bench in the room as well, so
your boyfriend can help you into the dress,” she smiled. “There's a button in the fitting room
to press if you need anything, I’ll be over in a flash!”

With that, she left as quickly as she had arrived. You knew she meant well, but you were
absolutely mortified at her referring to Nanami as your boyfriend. Gah, he was probably so
embarrassed! You didn’t even want to turn around to look at him. “I’ll uh… go try this on
then,” you muttered, taking a step forward to grab the dress from the couch.

Nanami placed a firm hand on your hip, bringing your body back toward him. You felt the
curve of your ass firmly against his crotch, his belt buckle feeling cold against the thin
material of your pencil skirt. “I think you heard her,” he mumbled, his lips making contact
with your ear again. You shivered. “I need to help you get into that dress, come on.”

As quickly as you were against him, the contact ceased. You felt glued to the spot where you
were standing on the carpet as wetness saturated your panties. You loved this attention from
him, truly. Realistically however, you knew this couldn’t go anywhere. You needed this job
and you certainly didn’t need to face any repercussions due to your one sided horniness.

He had already picked up the dress and was making his way toward the open dressing room
with you trailing behind him. He stepped inside and you followed, surveying the room. A
large, plush ottoman was placed in the corner of the room, and a large mirror similar to the
one outside was on the wall opposite to the ottoman. The wallpaper was a pastel pink with
roses, and small gothic light illuminated the space.
Nanami hung the dress bag on the hook behind the door, slowly unzipping it for you to see. It
was black with a plunging neckline, but you couldn’t quite make out any other details yet.

“Well?” he asked.

“I like it, Mr. Nanami,” you answered, a bit unsure of what he was looking for an answer to.

“Well, that’s nice.” He looked completely unamused. “I’m waiting for you to get undressed
so I can help you with it. I’m also certain I told you to call me Kento.”

Oh . The reality of the situation dawned on you, and you suddenly felt like the room was
depleted of oxygen. “I’m sorry, Mr. Nana–” old habits die hard, huh? “Kento. Sorry, I thought
you meant just if we were in front of the salesgirl.”

“I said while we are here, and we aren’t at work. There’s no need for formality.”

You cleared your throat, obviously stalling. “Right.” You looked from him to the dress, trying
to find anything that gave away you really needing help putting it on. “You uh… Don’t have
to help me if you don’t want to. I’ve shimmied my way into tons of clothes on my own.”

“I’m running out of patience,” he grimaced. “There’s nothing to be shy about. I will turn
around if that makes you feel any better.”

“Okay,” you whined. Surely he has seen women in their undergarments before. There’s no
way he hasn’t. Maybe he was right and you were making something out of nothing.

You pulled down the zipper on the side of your skirt, letting it fall to the ground and pool
around your feet before stepping out of it completely. Next, you worked on the buttons to the
white, button down shirt you were wearing. When all the buttons were undone, you
maneuvered your arms out of the sleeves and placed it on the ottoman. You did the same for
your discarded skirt that was on the ground.

Your panties were baby pink with lace adorning the edges, and they revealed a generous
amount of cheek. Your bra was black and sheer, your nipples easily exposed in the material.
You braced yourself to face him, “I’m ready for your help.”

It had just come to your attention that you didn’t ask for him to turn around, so he didn’t. His
eyes were on you the whole time. “Good.” By now he had the dress completely out of the
bag, and positioned himself behind you. You felt yourself holding your breath. “Just relax for
me.”

You released your breath at his words, your shoulders drooping from the relieved tension.
“Mhm, good girl,” he murmured. You heard something unzip, and your mind was definitely
in the gutter. It was probably just the dress, although you wouldn’t mind if it was something
else. He crouched down and extended his arms in front of you, holding the dress open so you
could step into it. “Put your foot in for me, I’ll take care of everything else.”

You did as asked, placing both your feet inside the dress and letting him slide it up your body
until he was standing at his full height again. He clasped something around the back of your
dress, and zipped up the dress in the back near your ass. It was completely backless. “You
look even better than I thought,” he mused behind you.

You took a look at yourself in the mirror, admiring the dress since you could see it in its
entirety for the first time. The plunging neckline, which was supported by two silver chains
hooked like a halter top behind your neck, stopped a little before your belly button. The soft
fabric hugged your hips, and pooled at your feet. Upon turning to your side, you admired
how sculpted you looked in the backless garment. From your smooth back down to the curve
of your ass, the dress was indeed wonderful. You wouldn’t have guessed this is what he
wanted to buy for you.

You heard a soft thud , which was Nanami taking a seat on the ottoman. You made eye
contact with him in the mirror, and he made a curling motion with his index figure.

Taking the hint, you turned to face him, his hands immediately landing on your hips. “Is it
okay for me to touch you here?” You nodded furiously. For the first time, you could have
sworn you saw him smirk. His hands moved further up your body, now sitting on your waist.
“What about here, is this okay?” You nodded, just needing him to do something .

Slowly, his hands inched up more until the area between his thumb and index finger were
right underneath your breasts. Your nipples began to stiffen against the soft material of the
dress. “Can I touch you here?” he murmured.

“Yes, please, Kento,” you whined. If you thought you were aroused before, it was nothing
compared to how you felt now.

“Mhm,” he hummed, letting his thumbs graze the stiff peaks straining against the dress. You
stifled a moan as his thumb and index finger rolled one of your nipples between his fingers,
the other hand kneading your breast. “So receptive to my touch, such a good girl.”

You whined at his praise, arching your back to thrust as much as your breast into his hand as
possible. Something about his touch was intoxicating, and you craved more. He switched the
nipple he was playing with to stimulate the other one, and his now free hand was on the small
of your back, nudging you closer so were you now standing between his legs. He opened his
legs wider, and scooted his body so he was sitting at the very edge of the ottoman. Your leg
brushed against his erection that was desperately straining against his thigh; the pinstripe
pattern of his slacks accentuated his size. I knew it was big, you thought to yourself.

The feeling of his bare hand on your skin was comforting, and you leaned into his touch. You
may have purposely brushed your leg against his thigh more than needed. You didn’t want
this moment to end.

“Let me take this off.” Again, you just nodded. He reached for the zipper, and pulled it down
slowly, letting his hand slide down the curve of your ass in the process. He stood
momentarily to undo the clasp on your neck, his erection poking your stomach, and sat back
down as the dress fell in a pile at your feet.

You stepped out of it, and he picked it up, lazily folding it and placing it on the ottoman next
to him. His hands were back underneath your breast, looking at you intently. “I’ll take it to
the dry cleaners so it won’t be wrinkled for next week,” he murmured as his thumbs began to
graze over your nipples once more. You thought it felt nice through the dress, but it felt even
better with that layer removed, and his eyes were focused on your breast before he averted his
gaze towards your eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say. You surely had fantasized about a moment like this
with him before, but you were frozen now. “I…” you trailed off.

“How about I take the lead, and you tell me when to stop.” Nanami rarely asked questions, he
made statements. He asked questions when it would count the most, and you loved that about
him. You felt like a bobblehead for the amount of times you nodded at him, but you didn’t
care.

One of his hands moved around your back and unhooked your bra, and you moved your arms
to rid yourself of the garment. He laid it on top of the discarded dress, and his mouth
immediately latched onto your nipple. One hand was grabbing and kneading the flesh of your
ass while the fingers on his other hand were rolling the nipple not occupied by his mouth.

He sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue to trace around your areola. You whined at the
sensation, threading one of your hands into his blonde hair. You knew it was always neatly
parted, and you didn’t want to mess it up, but your hands needed to do something. “It’s
okay.” His voice was muffled as he barely moved it from your nipple. “It feels nice, go on.”
You rested your other hand in his hair, scraping your fingers across his scalp.

“Mhm,” he moaned, as his mouth left a trail of spit connected to your nipple as he eased off.
You felt like a baby, whining at loss of contact, but that was short lived. He switched the
nipple his mouth was on to replace it with the one his fingers were rolling, and you moaned.
He alternated by giving this nipple small bites followed by a lick, and then a suck. You never
thought you would have an orgasm from someone sucking on your nipples, but today might
just be the day. His tongue was skilled, knowing just to apply more pressure, and when to
ease off.

He repeated this as his other hand moved from your ass to the hem of your underwear. “Will
you let me take these off?” His voice was again muffled as he was still working on
stimulating your nipple, but you nodded yet again at him.

Gently, his fingers found their way under the hem and began to tug them down, careful not to
rip the fragile material. Once they were down by your ankles, you stepped out of them. Your
first instinct had you wanting to cover yourself. One of your hands moved from his hair to the
area between your legs to do so. You hadn’t even realized you were now naked while he was
fully clothed.

His mouth left your nipple with a pop , and he gave each of them a quick kiss before
crouching his head to lay a kiss on the hand you were using to cover yourself. “You’ll let me
see your pretty little pussy, won’t you?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, slowly moving your hand so your body was bare to him. You had
gotten waxed last week, so you were still pretty hairless. Goosebumps started to litter your
skin. You were far from being cold, but you sure were nervous.
“Mhm, good girl. So pretty, can’t wait to have a taste.” The hand that was kneading your
nipple before moved down to your other ass cheek, and his mouth went back up between
your breasts to start a trail of kisses down your abdomen. When he got past your belly button,
he looked up at you and said, “Will you let me have a taste? I’ll beg if I have to.”

“Please,” you whimpered again, desperate for some kind of contact despite your attempt to
hide before.

“Please what?” he teased as one of his hands snaked its way between your thighs, kneading
the pliant flesh. “Are you saying I can have a taste, or are you asking me to beg?”

“Kento,” you whined. He already teased at the idea of eating you out, you just wanted him to
do it already. “Please, I want to feel your tongue on my pussy.” You had never been this
direct with him before, maybe not with anyone , but how could you not be with the words
that were coming out of his mouth.

“That’s my girl. Use your words. Sit down for me.” As you scrambled to get around him and
take a seat on the ottoman, he stood and then sank to his knees. Your lip was certainly going
to be raw with the amount of times your teeth sank into today. He shuffled to adjust himself
on the ground, and then grabbed your thighs and pulled you toward the end of the ottoman so
you were sitting similar to how he was when he was there. He hooked his arms underneath
your thighs, caging his face in between your legs. You don’t know why the sight made you
shy, but you turned to look at the flowers on the wall instead.

“Eyes on me.” Your breath hitched as he placed delicate kisses on the inner portion of your
left thigh until he reached your center. Your gaze snapped down to look at him as the hard
point of his tongue made a decisive lick through your folds. “Good girl. Look at me when
I’m licking this pretty pussy.” His tongue traveled to tease your clit, earning him a low moan
from you. He repeated the action this time in reverse, slowly circling your clit before and
running his tongue down your folds. He then moved his attention away from your center to
leave a string of kisses on your right thigh. You threaded your fingers through his hair again
as you bucked your hips and guided his face back on you.

He took the hint and sucked your clit into his mouth, the sensation sending waves of pleasure
through your body. You were so wet, and the whole lower half of his face was already soaked
with your arousal, but he didn’t care. He alternated between sucking on your clit and swiping
his tongue along your folds. You couldn’t seem to stop the motion of your hips that were
grinding against his face. “You taste so good,” he moaned against you as his thumb now
circled your clit. “Keep grinding this pussy on my face, I can’t get enough.”

“ Fuck, ” you whispered as you bucked your hips again. Guys had gone down on you before,
but not like this. It just seemed like a means to an end, a chore even; they were probably
under the impression that they wouldn’t be getting any pussy if they didn’t. But Nanami? He
was enjoying himself thoroughly. It was an incredibly erotic sight.

He removed one of his arms from beneath your thighs and used his index finger to tease at
your entrance. “May I?” You nodded, and he pushed his finger inside of you with little
resistance. You were just so wet, you weren’t even sure if you had ever been this turned on
with a guy in your life. You clenched around his finger as his digit curled inside of you.
He pumped his finger in and out of you and his mouth returned to your clit. It felt good, but
you wanted more. “Kento,” you whined.

“I think you can take another one, what do you say?” He must have taken the hint that you
were getting restless with only one of his fingers. You nodded, and his middle finger pushed
in, again with little resistance, to join his index finger. You immediately clenched around
them, moving one of your hands to toy with your nipple. You were steadily climbing higher
and higher, and you knew you would reach your peak soon.

His fingers moved skillfully inside of you, and your mind couldn’t help but wonder how
many other women he had made feel this good before. How could he not be married with
skills like this? This head had you wanting to marry the man, for crying out loud.

His fingers pumped a steady rhythm and then found your g-spot. Your hips bucked
immediately, fucking yourself on his fingers. “So tight and wet,” he mumbled against your
clit. “I want you to come on my face, give it to me.”

“Kento,” you whined. There didn’t seem to be any other words in your vocabulary at the
moment. Wanting to fulfill what he asked of you, your hips continued to grind against his
fingers and face as his mouth remained sealed around your clit. Your legs were trembling,
tears were streaming down your face, and your body was reaching a crescendo. Your body
was writhing despite his best efforts to keep you in place, and you knew your orgasm would
be crashing over you soon.

“ Fuck ,” you whimpered as his fingers made one last curling motion inside of you.

You were done for. You let out a series of moans as your pussy pulsed around his fingers, and
he finally eased off of your clit. He kept his fingers inside of you as he pressed a gentle kiss
to the swollen bud. “So good, so perfect. Thank you for letting me taste you,” he mumbled as
he pressed kisses to your inner thighs again, easing his fingers out of you. A string of juices
from your orgasm connected his fingers to your folds and leaked out of you. Without
hesitation, he licked his fingers and your pussy clean, seeming to revel in the taste.

Your chest was heaving as you were still trying to catch your breath from that orgasm. Unlike
your bra and the dress that were next to you near where you sat, your underwear was still on
the floor. He picked them up and guided your legs into them. You lifted your hips to get them
up the rest of the way. “Want me to help you with everything else?”

You honestly needed a minute to process everything. He honestly gave you the best orgasm
of your life out of nowhere. Surely you both needed to justify this behavior, but he gave no
indication of regretting his actions. “I… I got it. I’ll meet you outside?”

“Very well.” He rose from his knees, erection still straining against his slacks. He untucked
his shirt to conceal it.

“Oh, do you want me to–”

“I’m fine, thanks.” He grabbed your bra that was on top of the dress and handed it to you. He
then grabbed the dress and put it back on the hanger in the dress bag. “I’ll be at the register,
 take your time.”

He carefully opened the door so he didn’t expose you, and left. All you could do was let out a
breath. What the fuck was that?

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Chapter Summary

You're reeling from your encounter with Nanami, and feeling conflicted about how to
feel about it. His actions however, make your feelings clear the next day.

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You were still reeling from your orgasm as you gathered your clothes to put them back on.
You straightened your hair and clothes in the mirror, taking a deep breath to process the
events that occurred in the last twenty minutes.

He was helping you put on the dress, and then suddenly you were naked. This whole situation
seemed like the intro to a bad porno. Not to mention that he’s your boss . You buried your
head in your hands at the revelation.

You just needed to go to this gala with him and forget this happened. Maybe you would even
start looking for a new job in the process.

Not that you wanted to forget the best head you had gotten thus far in your life, or leave this
job that has been cushy and still being about to provide, it just wasn’t appropriate.

Right, this was inappropriate and you would push it to the back of your mind. Easy peasy.

With the new mantra in your head, you made your way out of the dressing room and started
to look for where the registers were. You spotted Nanami’s tall frame before anything else,
and took a deep breath before making your way over to him.

He was in the process of handing his credit card over to the salesgirl, and you didn’t even
want to see the price that came up on the register. You opted to let your gaze fall on some of
the dresses around the store instead. When you heard the sound of the receipt being printed,
you felt a sense of relief. At least this dress saga was over. You didn’t even want to know how
much the makeup artist would charge him.
“Thank you, guys! Have a wonderful day!” the salesgirl beamed, handing the dress back over
to him. He nodded at her.

“Yes, thank you,” you smiled back at her.

“Please come again!” Surely, her commission from this purchase was good. Maybe he would
have another occasion where he desperately needed a date again and he would bring you back
here. You never hoped for Gojo to pull some shenanigans before now.

No, you thought to yourself. You were supposed to be forgetting everything that just
happened.

“You look conflicted.” His voice snapped you out of your internal struggle, and you hadn’t
even realized you were standing at the car door. Well to be more correct, Nanami was holding
open the door for you, and were standing and staring into space opposed to getting your ass
in the car.

“Sorry, Mr. Nana–” you stopped yourself. “Ken…” you trailed off, thinking for a moment.
You weren’t inside the shop anymore, but you certainly weren’t at work. Gah, this was
getting needlessly complicated. “Thank you,” you ended up mumbling as you ducked to sit in
the car.

He closed the door, and walked back around to his side so he could rest the dress in the
backseat. A typical nervous habit of yours, you tucked your palms underneath your thighs as
you waited for him to get into the driver's seat.

When he got in, he looked over at you and seemingly sighed. You were just glad he didn’t
address his earlier statement, because you surely were conflicted. “What’s your address?” he
asked.

You gave it to him and he nodded as he set off in the direction of your apartment. You lived
in a nice apartment about thirty minutes away from where the two of you were. It was a
spacious one bedroom that had lots of natural sunlight, and a kitchen island you loved
starting your mornings at. You had furnished it to your liking, and you loved relaxing there
after a long day. You wondered what he would think of your place… and slowly brushed
away the thought.

You weren’t supposed to be considering things like that.

Similar to the ride to the shop, the ride back was quiet. Your thoughts were so hot and cold,
you didn’t want to be in silence with them. “How did you, uh… know about that shop?” you
asked to break the silence, choosing not to address him as anything.

“A friend.” His eyes were focused on the road, and his answer did nothing to help the silence.

You needed to come up with something else. “Thank you again for the dress, it’s very lovely.
Are you sure you don’t want me to pay you back for it?”
“I’m sure.” Normally you would have something to fill the silence with, but it seemed like
your orgasm was clouding your brain. “We’re almost there. Would you like me to bring the
dress up for you?”

“Oh, um,” you said quickly, trying to conceal the fact that him being in your apartment was
just on your mind. “You don’t have to, not if you don’t want to.”

“It was a yes or no question. Don’t irritate me.” His hands tensed on the steering wheel as he
made a careful turn down your narrow street.

“Yes,” you murmured, mentally shrinking down into the size of an ant. Don’t piss him off,
you thought to yourself.

“Good.” You were waiting for him to say girl , but it never came. You needed to get it
together. He arrived in front of your apartment complex and parked the car. He got out and
opened your door for you once again before carefully lifting the dress from the back seat.

You led the way and reached for the door that granted entry to the lobby. “I got it,” his voice
boomed behind you. You were startled by the volume of his voice and moved away so he
could grab the handle to the large door. You stepped through the door and looked back to
make sure it didn’t slam on him. He stepped through gracefully, standing there and seemingly
waiting for something.

You bit your lip and looked down at your shoes. “Would you like to take the stairs or elevator
up to your apartment?” Of course he was waiting to get in. He was clearly tired of your shit.

“Right, yes,” you laughed nervously, using your fob key to access the elevator. You lived on
the 17th floor of the building, and the ride up was smooth. When it arrived at your floor, you
stepped out and walked down the long hallway to your door. You fumbled in your bag to get
your keys and put it in the lock once you found them.

You turned the knob and stepped in, and heard his throat clear behind you. You turned
around, cocking your head to the side. “The dress.” He extended the bag toward you, and you
felt your face fall. Just a little bit.

“Oh, you didn’t want to come in?” You were racking your brain for reasons he should come
inside. “I have water.” That was stupid. Couldn’t you think of something else?

“I hope so.” He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “It would be invasive for me
to come into your place. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow… so much seemingly happened over the past few hours, you forgot it was only
Wednesday. You would figure out how you would face him tomorrow. “Yes,” you squeaked
out, nodding at him.

“Have a nice evening,” he replied. You were closing the door, and his hand caught it. That
caught you way off guard. He stepped in only slightly, and let his hand cup the side of your
face. “Don’t act all coy around me now. I don’t like that.”
Your breath hitched, and suddenly his hand felt a lot heavier on your face. You were ready to
bite your lip again, but his thumb toyed at your bottom lip before you could. “Stop doing
that.” Your tongue swiped over your bottom lip, and you felt like your legs were going to
give out. You had no idea what any of this meant, but you couldn’t help but want to be
involved nonetheless. “Answer me.” His voice was stern, and his eyes looked at you with a
stony gaze.

“I… yes… I mean…” What the hell did he ask you again? You couldn't seem to remember,
not with him being this close. “I won’t be shy.” Your voice had no conviction, and you were
still trying to convince yourself of your own words.

“Good girl,” he murmured. He stepped away from you, and gave you a wave before making
his way to the elevator to exit.

You felt like you were in a fever dream. You closed your door and locked in, looking at the
dress bag that was still in your hands. You went into your room and hung it carefully in the
closet.

You looked at yourself in the mirror in your room. Was anything different? Was there
something that Nanami saw today that was different from all the other months you had
worked with him? You didn’t think so. You looked exactly the same.

Not wanting to mull over it any longer, you stripped down and opted to take a shower. Your
bathroom wasn’t excessively large, but it was just enough space. You opened the shower door
and stepped in, turning the knob so the water was just a little less than scalding.

This shower was supposed to help you clear your thoughts, but everything was still unclear.
Your mind was racing with thoughts of him. A ghost of his touch still lingered on your skin,
and you knew this was going to be an issue. Your hands traced over your breasts as you
thought of his hands and mouth there.

Your hands began to trail further down as the water cascaded down your body. Your fingers
teased your clit as you rubbed small circles around the bud. You threw your head back as you
ventured lower, slipping a finger into yourself as you thought of him. “Kento,” you moaned,
your voice hardly above a whisper. You added another finger, already feeling it was going to
be one of your quicker sessions. Your digits pumped in and out of you slowly, and you picked
up the pace as you felt yourself getting closer to coming.

The movement of your fingers along with the heat in the shower had you absolutely panting.
Your fingers were moving rapidly as your free hand rolled one of your nipples between your
index finger and thumb. The image of him between your thighs brought you to the edge, and
you felt your juices slick your fingers and ooze out of you.

You held the wall for support and took deliberate deep breaths. You decided to turn the cold
on the water just slightly so you didn’t pass the fuck out. You finished soaping and rinsing
your skin in the shower, and lathering yourself with lotion once you got out.

You plopped onto your bed, replaying all of the events of today. You looked toward your
closet where the dress hung. You were still facing inner turmoil. You were set on convincing
yourself to forget about it happening, but then you had the gall to tell the man you wouldn’t
let it impact how you interact at all.

You groaned, opting to call it a night, and you fell asleep with no clearer mind than you came
home with.

~~~

The next morning you did everything in your usual routine. Skincare, shower, breakfast,
hopping on the train to get to work, and then stopping off at Nanami’s favorite bakery to get
his breakfast.

You got back to the office and settled at your desk. He liked for you to bring in his breakfast
at a certain time, which was a little after he had his first set of recurring morning meetings.
This time also left you with about half an hour of wiggle room to get to the office. Sometimes
the train schedules were fucked, and he understood that.

He knew what time you came in with his breakfast, and you didn’t need to knock. Today
however, you were nervous as you put your hand on the knob.

Nothing was out of the ordinary. He wore a black suit today with a light green dress shirt, and
a darker green tie. His headset was on, and you knew that his meeting had run long. That
would put him in a sour mood for sure.

Setting his coffee and the bag containing his breakfast sandwich and muffin on his desk, you
were getting ready to make your exit. Your gaze met his and he mouthed, Sit down . Before
your ass could hit the seat, he made a turning gesture with his hand, and you slowly made
your way over to the door. With trepidation in your movements, you slowly locked his office
door and made your way back to the seat.

He clicked something on the computer before he looked at you. Today you wore a navy blue
pencil skirt with a white shirt layered with a black sweater vest. “Just give me a few
minutes,” he said.

You nodded, and placed your hands underneath your thighs. You hadn’t even brought your
phone with you since you were expecting to be in and out, like always. There was nothing to
focus on in the room except Nanami.

He always spoke with confidence, as if he were the smartest person in the room. You were
sure in most cases, he was.

He just had this aura of dominance in everything he did without being overbearing. You
hadn’t even heard him raise his voice at all before, people just always listened to him. You
wished you could put your finger on it, but you were too busy following his orders to put
more thought into it. Maybe it was his grumpiness, or perhaps the direct and calculated
nature of all of his actions. Or maybe it was his praise that made following him as instructed
worth it.
You watched his lips as he spoke even though you had no idea what the hell he was talking
about. He pretty much sounded like any adult speaking on Charlie Brown so you fixated on
the sound of his voice instead. The sound of that voice in your ear praising you… you
couldn’t help but clench your thighs.

He sighed as he took off the headset, letting it thud on the table. This broke you out of the
concentration you had on his voice. He reached for his coffee, taking a sip. “I hope it’s to
your liking, Mr. Nanami. I can get some more hot water if you would like.”

“It’s fine.” He didn’t even bother to look in the direction of the bag with the food. “Come
here.” You stood letting your feet drag you to stand in front of his desk. He pinched the
bridge of his nose and you weren’t sure exactly what he wanted. “Come around , please,” he
requested.

“Oh, right. Sorry, Mr. Nanami.” You made your way around the desk, standing in front of
him.

He rolled toward you in his chair, his eyes fixated on your legs. The blinds for the windows
in his office were always closed, so you weren’t worried about getting caught. You were
pretty sure there was nothing stated in the company policy that forbade relationships among
employees, but you felt better with no one knowing at all.

Not that this was even something that you had the desire to share with anyone. Nanami was
unfathomable to almost everyone in the office. Elusive, if you will.

He did what needed to be done, paid his employees well, and went about his day. You learned
from others in the office that he only hired a personal assistant recently. About two years ago,
if your memories from conversations with others served you correctly. You were his third,
and according to everyone, the one that lasted the longest. This filled you with a sense of
pride, you were able to please him. He wasn’t terribly difficult, just particular.

The pads of his fingers tapped against the back of your knees, and you felt your heart flutter.
“Is this okay?” You didn’t know what it was about his touch that made it so hard to speak, so
you nodded. His fingers slowly trailed upwards, brushing past the back of your thighs until
they were just under the curve of your ass. “How about here? Can I touch you here?”

You nodded again, although you were nervous he felt your thighs trembling.

“Mhm.” His fingers crept up inch by inch until the palm of his hands were cupping your ass.
He gave both cheeks a firm squeeze, seemingly satisfied with what he felt.

“That feels really nice, Mr. Nanami,” you whispered. You remembered him liking you being
vocal, but why would that matter now? You were still torn on yesterday’s events, but if things
were going to be like this moving forward… how could you be opposed to it?

“Yeah?” He gave your ass another firm squeeze before letting his hands dip back down to rub
your thighs. He rubbed them ever so slowly, and you were trying your best to stifle a moan.
“Yes,” you answered. You wanted more, you didn’t know more of what exactly, but you
needed him. Perhaps the opportunity would present itself again, but this didn’t seem to be the
time or place. Okay, maybe just not the place. You couldn’t think of any activity with him
being at the wrong time. “You don’t always have to ask. I like the way you touch me, Mr.
Nanami.”

He frowned, his expression hardening slightly. “Yes, I do need to ask. I will never operate
under the assumption that this is what you want.”

Was it possible to respect him even more? You weren’t sure, but you did know that your
decision was made. You would take whatever he gave you.

“Sorry, I'm just… I’m not used to being asked like this.”

He sighed softly, removing his hands from your thighs and resting them in his lap. “That’s a
shame, but you will get used to it.” Did that mean this would continue moving forward? You
sure hoped so. He looked over at his desktop, and back toward you. “I need to work on some
things, but I would like you to sit with me if you have the time to spare.” He rolled his chair
back to the position where it originally was behind his desk.

Any time that could be spent with him could be spared. “I have time.” You made your way
back over to the chair in front of his desk and smoothed your skirt before taking a seat.

His eyebrows knitted. “What am I going to do with you?”

You were absolutely puzzled. “What do you mean Mr. Nanami?” Of course you weren’t
going to explain that he asked you to sit with him, so here you were…sitting. There was
obviously something you were missing.

“I want you to sit with me. In my chair.” You shot up out of the chair before he could even
finish his sentence, and a smug expression crossed his face. That explained why he asked me
to lock the door . Had he really been thinking about this since the moment you stepped in
here? Not to mention he didn’t touch his food at all. Whatever. That’s paid for on the
company credit card anyway.

In an attempt to disguise your eagerness, you slowly walked back around to his desk. He
scooted back to make room for you in his chair and parted his legs. You got to see the
delicious strain of his erection against his slacks, and you were pleased to know you were
able to turn him on as much as he turned you on.

It surely was an inviting seat. You sank between his parted legs, and he scooted the chair
back up so it was as close to the desk while still giving you space. You leaned back against
him, and he was solid . You never took him as the type to work out, but now you were just
wondering what he looked like shirtless. The mental image was good material for the spank
bank.

His hands rested on your thighs, his thumbs making small circles on your skin. “Mhm, good
girl. You fit perfectly here.”
“I do,” you whimpered. You desperately wanted more of his touch, but he shifted to stretch
around you so he could amply reach the mouse and keyboard. Maybe you were just
incredibly horny, but you didn’t think he was actually going to do work .

Your body was still relaxed against his, caged in his strong arms. You honestly were so
comfortable, you could have closed your eyes and took a nap. The thought of how his arms
would feel around you without the barriers of clothing made you squirm.

He paused as he felt you move against him, and let out a grunt. “Stay still.”

“Sorry,” you murmured sheepishly. You felt his length throb against your leg as he resumed
working.

About half an hour passed by, but you were getting restless. He throbbed against your leg
occasionally, and you needed something to distract yourself. You left your phone and laptop
at your desk, and your thoughts didn’t help. You squirmed, and his hands lifted from the
keyboard to clench his fists.

His hands landed on your knee, and his head dropped down to whisper in your ear, “I can’t
seem to stop thinking about touching you. I want to run my hands across every part of your
body so I know exactly what you like.”

“Please,” you whimpered.

His hands moved upwards from your knees until his fingers were dancing along the edge of
your skirt. Slowly, his fingers slipped beneath the material of the skirt, hiking it up your legs.
You lifted yourself slightly so he could move the material without resistance. Once it was
bunched up around your waist, you squirmed against him once more to nestle back between
his legs comfortably.

His hands kneaded the flesh of your thighs, and he throbbed against you once more. “If you
keep moving, I’ll have no choice but to fuck you right here,” he whispered in your ear.

Should you test him? You had no qualms with getting fucked in his office. “Is that a threat or
a promise, Mr. Nanami?” you challenged.

One hand remained on your thigh while the other worked its way to the apex of your thighs,
one of his fingers brushing against your clothed clit. You whimpered at the contact, wanting
to be rid of your panties immediately. “It’s a warning.” A second finger joined the one
brushing against your clit, making more deliberate movements. The fingers pushed your
panties inside, circling around your clit without the barrier.

You moaned at the contact, having been waiting for him to touch you much more deliberately
for what seemed like ages now. Your back arched against him, and his other hand trailed up
your thigh to run against the curve of your hips and the dip of your waist. The hand cupped
one of your breasts, but the layers of your shirt along with the sweater vest dulled the feeling.
You whined, thinking back to the electric feeling of his touch against you yesterday in the
dressing room. This wasn’t nearly enough.
“Please, I need more.”

“Oh?” His hand gave your breast another firm squeeze as the fingers that were working
against your clit dipped lower to graze your center. “You’re so fucking wet, I’ll give you
whatever you want. Talk to me.”

You moaned at his words, moving your hips to get more friction. “I need to come. Please
make me come.”

"Do you deserve it?” he murmured. “I asked you to stay still. I don’t remember you being
good for me.”

“I’ll be good, I promise,” you whimpered.

The hand on your breasts moved up again until it was squeezing the sides of your throat. It
was just enough pressure, unlike other guys who seemingly wanted to literally choke the shit
out of you. “I’ll tell you what,” he began, his fingers shallowly dipping to your entrance.
“You can move as much as you want, but you need to be quiet. Don’t need anyone thinking
I’m watching porn on full blast in here, yet alone what we’re doing.”

Your hips bucked, needing to feel his fingers deeper inside of you. “Yes, okay,” you breathed
out quickly. You would say almost anything for him to get you off right now.

His fingers pushed inside of you, immediately curling to find that spongy spot. His thumb
was running circles against your clit, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. Even
with him choking you, your moan was audible.

“Shh,” he hushed you, his fingers beginning a steady movement in and out of you. Your
arousal was dripping onto his chair. “I’m not going to ask you again to be quiet. Be a good
girl for me.”

You wanted to be good for him, but his actions made that incredibly difficult. Your legs were
beginning to shake and you pressed your lips together tightly in an effort to stay quiet, but it
was futile. He was pressing kisses along the back of your neck, letting his teeth nip the spot.
You let out a guttural moan as your body writhed against him.

“Naaaaanaaaamiiiiiin,” a voice sang from the other side of the door. You knew it was Gojo. It
was evident he was trying to open the door as the knob was turning furiously from your point
of view.

You froze immediately, but Nanami didn’t seem to care.

His hand stopped choking you as the palm of his hand covered your mouth. “I told you to be
fucking quiet. Look what I have to do now.” His fingers curled again, stimulating your g-spot
and you knew you were close. You squeaked into his palm, the thrill of being caught seeming
to fuel your orgasm more.

You began to clench around his fingers and his movements became slower. Your body
slumped against his as the feeling of your orgasm had you panting against his hand. “That’s
it, come for me.”

Your pussy was still spasming and his voice felt so far away. His fingers were exiting you,
and he brought them to his mouth behind you to taste you on his fingers.

“Naaaanaaamiiiiin, come on! Don’t ignore me!” Gojo whined on the other side of the door.

He felt your body stiffen again, and shifted his hands on your waist to pull your skirt back
down. “Time must have gotten away from me. I didn’t realize it was lunch already. Stand up
for me.” You stood on shaky legs as he gave you a once over. He straightened your skirt and
let out a sigh. “Thank you for letting me please you.”

“Come on, I’m so hungry I’m going to die if you don’t let me in!” Gojo pleaded on the other
side of the door, still attempting to turn the knob. You hadn’t even a had a chance to answer
Nanami yet, or process what the fuck just happened. Was anytime you engaged in something
with him going to leave you in this kind of a daze?

“He is such an irritant.” He shook his head and stood, tucking his erection quickly beneath
his waistband and striding over to the door. You scrambled to stand anywhere but behind his
desk. You opted to stand by the chair in front of the desk, and decided you would leave once
Gojo came in.

Gojo entered the room once the door was opened for him, beaming when he saw you. “Oh,
you’re here! I thought you weren’t since I didn't see you at your desk when I came in.” He
wiped some imaginary sweat from his brow. “Thought Nanamin had locked himself in here
to deal with your absence.” His words were innocent, playful, but there was a hint of
smugness beneath it.

“He would have been fine without me,” you reassured, making your way toward the exit. You
were hoping and praying you didn’t look as flustered as you felt. “Please let me know if
either of you need anything.”

Your hand was on the knob when laughter filled the room. “Nonsense!” Gojo exclaimed,
setting a large bag down on Nanami’s desk. Was that bag always with him? You swore you
hadn’t seen it. “I got you guys lunch today! Did you forget that I said I was going to bring
food from that sushi spot?”

If you were at your desk, you for sure would have remembered that. You obviously had been
very preoccupied. You were positive this lunch would have been on your calendar. You just
had to act like you remembered. “Right, let me get my chair.”

You hustled out to your desk and surely enough, Sushi lunch with Gojo , was on today’s date.
You groaned, dragging your chair back to the office. Gojo was already talking Nanami’s head
off about… something. You didn’t know.

“... and then, I asked Utahime if she wanted to be my date!” He was amused with himself,
slapping his knee and trying to catch his breath. “I knew she’d say no, obviously. But the
look on her face was priceless! Ah, I wish you were there.”
“I have no desire to be present when you’re harassing that young lady,” Nanami sighed.

“Young lady?” Gojo scoffed. “She’s older than me! I don’t wanna hear that. She’s practically
geriatric.” He waved his hand to brush off what Nanami said. “Anyway! I got lots of other
stuff besides the sushi. I got some appetizers too.”

He took various dishes out of the bag and laid them on Nanami’s desk as if it were a buffet.
He pulled out a plate and handed one to you and Nanami along with a pair of chopsticks. You
smiled and thanked him and then looked over the options. Gojo was already piling food onto
his plate, plopping back down to the seat.

“So,” Gojo said through a mouthful of food. “You know those kids I hired a few weeks back?
I’m thinking of getting them tickets to the gala. It would be nice for them to meet some
people, you know?”

Your ears were perked up more than usual. Gojo had never mentioned the gala before, and
you were eager to get any bit of information about it that you could. When you thought about
it, you still needed to look at those links Nanami sent you yesterday. All you remembered
was this thing was invite only.

“And how are you getting those three extra tickets?” Nanami raised an eyebrow. “I would ask
why exactly you want them there, but I won’t let my curiosity get the better of me regarding
that.”

You remembered Gojo strolling in a few weeks ago mentioning how awesome these fresh out
of college kids he hired were. You knew there were three of them, but you just couldn’t
remember their names at the moment. He had also brought them by a few weeks ago, and the
pink haired kid seemed to have taken a liking to Nanami. You thought that was cute.

They were all eager and ready for the real world. The thought of Gojo being in charge of
anyone was… concerning. His publishing company was just as good though, maybe even a
little better because of his family name. He might be a little dysfunctional, but he still meant
business.

“Well, I still have the regular plus one ticket.” He stuck up his index finger to count one.
“The second and third, well I’ll figure that out. I just wanna show Utahime that newbies at
my company get invited to attend an event like this. She’ll be red in the face. Plus, she said
no to me. It’ll be so funny that I decided to take some kids instead,” he smiled.

You took mental note of the fact there was a regular plus one ticket. Did this mean Nanami
originally forfeited his? What other reason would Gojo be the reason why he was bringing a
date this year?

Nanami rolled his eyes. “You need to leave those children and that girl alone.”

You ate a piece of sushi as your eyes bounced to whoever was talking at the moment. “Oh,
come on. It’s going to be like killing two birds with one stone! Plus, this is way more
entertaining,” Gojo reasoned. He looked at you, pouting his lip. “Please tell me you think that
would be funny.”
Gojo was always asking your opinion on his outrageous plans, and you always felt Nanami’s
gaze on you whenever you answered. You didn’t think anything you said to him would cost
you your job, but you always wanted to answer with as reasonable a response as possible. “I
think those kids would love the chance to go, as long as they aren’t in the direct line of fire
between you and Utahime,” you answered slowly.

“Please don’t bother her with your nonsense.” Nanami's voice was just a little louder than it
had been previously, and you and Gojo both turned your attention to him. “Whatever you do
is not her business.”

“That reminds me!” Gojo clapped his hands together. “Who are you taking, Nanamin? Not a
chance you let that ticket go to waste.”

You felt beads of sweat dancing on your forehead at the mention of Nanami’s date. Gojo
would know obviously when you showed him up with him there in that expensive ass dress,
but surely it wasn’t your place to say anything. You shoved a gyoza in your mouth to ease
your nerves.

“The ticket that you arranged for me to get?” All Gojo did was shrug. Nanami jutted his chin
in your direction. “She is going with me, if you must know. It was the appropriate choice.”
You nearly choked on what you were eating, soy sauce dribbling down your chin.

“Hey!” Gojo stood and patted your back, rather hard if you may say. Not to mention, you
weren’t actually choking, so he literally just slapped the shit out of your back. This left you
even more winded, and you wanted nothing more than to step out and be done with this
lunch.

“I’m fine!” You put your hands up, a weak smile dancing across your face. “Just swallowed
too fast, you know?” You reached for another gyoza, only biting half of it and swallowing it
without fail this time.

“Definitely can’t have you dying before you go with Nanamin to the gala,” Gojo teased. “Ah,
so great that you’re coming! I’m think we can probably all get a limo together and then–”

“Transportation for both of us is already covered,” Nanami interrupted, looking bored with
all the talk of the gala now. “We will see you there, nothing before or after that.”

After that? You wondered if there was going to be some kind of after party or something, but
if given the chance to be with Nanami after the event, the choice would be clear.

Gojo rolled his eyes. “Fine, but that doesn’t mean I won’t ask again next week.”

The conversation shifted to something else after that, and the lunch hour ceased. Gojo told
you two to keep the rest of the food, but you were both pretty full. Nanami instructed you to
put the food in the break room fridge and invite anyone to take what they wanted. You made
your way back to your desk afterward, desperately needing to catch up on work due to the…
distraction that occurred earlier.

~~~
Gojo stayed behind when you scurried off to put the food away, a shit eating grin dancing
across his face. “You’re welcome, you know,” he said to Nanami. “Come to think of it, I
don’t think you’ve ever thanked me for anything I do for you. Kind of crazy now that I think
about it.”

Nanami rolled his eyes. “What on earth would I be thanking you for, Satoru?”

Gojo scoffed, as if Nanami were in his head and understood his rationale. “First of all, I got
that ticket in her name for you, which was hard since the committee knows you usually go
stag.”

“I asked you to do no such thing, nor exert that effort on my behalf.”

Gojo ignored him. “I’m also a great actor! I didn’t even giggle when you were all like, ‘She’s
the one and only girl for me, I’m so in love with her! I would spit on any other woman if they
looked in my direction when she’s in my presence’.” He did his best impression of Nanami,
deepening his voice as he antagonized him.

Nanami’s expression didn't budge. “I said nothing of the sort. Were we even in the same
room?” There was so much to unpack there. “And I would never spit on a woman, ever. No
matter the circumstances. Are you insane?”

Gojo ignored him again. “What kind of dress are you going to get her?”

Nanami’s lip tightened, his eyes shifting to look at the desktop. “Holy shit!” Gojo laughed.
“You already got her a fucking dress, didn’t you? You simp!”

“Don’t you have a job to get to?” Nanami muttered.

Gojo was laughing maniacally, nearly toppling over the chair. “And why was the door locked
when I got here? Hmmm? ”

“Your delusions are clouding your brain. It wasn’t locked,” Nanami argued.

“Are you trying to gaslight me?” Gojo was still laughing, wiping a tear from his eye at this
point. “Fuck what anyone says about you, Nanamin. Not only are you a lover boy, but you
are hilarious.”

Nanami sighed, “Are you done?”

“Not really,” he chuckled as he stood. “But I actually should get going. See ya later,
Nanamin.”

Nanami grunted in response, letting his hands run down the length of his face once he was
sure Gojo was out the door. Was he actually that transparent, or was this Gojo’s annoying
perception at work here?
 You looked up as Gojo passed your desk, a smile on his face. “Can I tell you something?” he
asked. You nodded. “Nanamin told me he’s ecstatic that you could go with him!”

“O-Oh, really?” you answered.

“Yep!” He flashed another bright smile. “You can trust me.”

~~~

Near the end of the day, you shut down your desktop and packed your bag as you waited for
Nanami to exit his office. You usually always left when he did.

He stopped at your desk once he stepped out. “I will be dropping you home. Come on.” You
followed him without question to the parking garage. Again he opened the car door for you,
and you two rode him in silence. Upon arriving at your complex, he again opened your door
and escorted you inside to the door.

You shoved the key in the door, and turned to look at him. “Thank you for the ride.” You
were wondering if he was only doing this leading up to the gala to be nice, but you didn’t
think you minded.

“You’re not embarrassed to be going to the gala with me, are you?” he questioned, letting a
lazy hand land on your waist. “I would hate it if you were, but I wouldn’t want you to feel
embarrassed any further.”

“What? No!” you exclaimed. Was it your reaction to him saying you would be going with
him that he misunderstood? “I… earlier when you told Gojo that I would be going with you, I
was just caught off guard. I thought you would be more embarrassed about going with me,
actually.”

He cocked his head to the side, and resigned to just shaking it instead. “Oh, you silly girl. I
don’t even think you understand what an honor it is for you to accompany me.” He stepped in
closer, and the thought of being in his arms earlier swarmed your thoughts. “You are never an
embarrassment, and I am proud to have you working with me. Understand?”

You nodded your head.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good girl, I’ll see you tomorrow.” His hand released
the grip from your waisr and made his way toward the elevator. “Go inside,” he called out
before stepping on to it as it arrived. You hadn’t even realized you were still standing there
before you quickly made your way inside, locking the door behind you.

Maybe Gojo’s words were worth trusting.

Chapter End Notes

Remember when I said there wouldn't be much romance in this story... yeah... I guess I
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Chapter Summary

The day before the gala arrives, and you want to try something different with Nanami.
This leads to an admission that shocks you.

Chapter Notes

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You quickly fell into a routine with Nanami.You brought in his breakfast and whether or not
his meeting ran late, you then locked the door and spent the rest of the morning in his lap.
You would remember to bring your phone and your laptop and ensure if it was a day when
Gojo would be bringing lunch or not. At the end of the day Nanami would drive you home.

Needless to say, the attention and orgasms from Nanami were definitely another kick to the
mornings. You were still having a bit of a dilemma, mulling over if your behavior was
appropriate, but it was hard to care when he was knuckle deep inside of you.

Now it was next Friday, the morning before the gala. You brought in his food and closed the
door. After locking it, you rested your laptop along with his food and coffee on his desk. He
admitted he liked you in skirts and it made things a lot easier being in his lap, so you wore a
black pinstriped one with a white button up today.

You wanted to try something different today, and you just hoped he would be receptive to it.
“Come here,” he instructed, wanting you in his lap now.

You walked around to the side of his desk, taking a deep breath. He patted his thigh, which
only brought attention to his semi. He always seemed to be hard around you, and you actually
loved that. “I, um…” you mumbled. “I wanted to do something, Mr. Nanami.”

“Well, what is it? Spit it out,” he ordered.

“Okay,” you winced. You couldn’t lose your confidence. “I, um… I want to give you a
blowjob,” you rushed out quickly. There you said it. It was out in the air.
He paused as he brought his coffee to his lips, gulping it down before looking at you.“Are
you asking or telling me?”

You were taken aback, only for a moment. You just wanted confirmation for crying out loud.
You didn’t even think that admission had left your mouth with any guy you’ve been with. It
just seemed like a mandatory action, or the guy would make it one. “Oh um, I guess I’m
asking you… if I could do that.”

“That’s nice. Ask me then.” A saccharine sweet smile spread across his face, and you knew
he was enjoying this. It was an extremely rare smile, so you couldn’t even let the teasing
bother you.

“May I give you a blowjob, please Mr. Nanami?”

He reached behind for his suit jacket that was on the back on the chair, and laid it in the space
in front of him. “Good girl, I knew you had manners.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, sinking to your knees on the jacket.

He looked down at you, letting the back of his hand stroke your cheek. “Such a good girl,
you do make a pretty picture on your knees for me,” he murmured. Surely he had to get this
dry cleaned or something after. You didn’t even want to consider the cost of the jacket, but
you liked him putting your knees into consideration.

Once on your knees, you stared at his belt. It had a gold buckle and it was black leather. You
looked up at him, and he stared at you back, raising an eyebrow. “Well? You asked to do this,
go on.”

“Right,” you mumbled, reaching to fumble with his belt buckle. There was little grace in your
movements, trying to get the belt off quickly so you could hurry up and get him in your
mouth. You managed to get it undone, and pulled him out of his boxer briefs. His semi stood
at attention, and your thought was right. He was girthy, and you were more than sure he had
length too.

You scooted on your knees so you were closer, and sucked the head into your mouth, letting
your tongue swirl around it. The salty taste of precum hit your tastebuds, and you couldn’t
help but moan around him. How many times had you imagined his big dick in your mouth?
You weren’t even sure, but you wanted him to remember every second of it just like the
memorable head he gave you.

Your tongue kept a steady movement stimulating the head as he grew more in your mouth.
Once at his full length, you took a breath and began to take more of him into your mouth. As
your mouth was sinking down the length of his cock, you looked up at him, feeling the tears
brimming your water line. You pushed through, letting your mouth adjust to his size and
letting your hands grasp the parts your mouth couldn’t reach.

His hand cupped one side of your face, letting his thumb wipe the tear that was threatening to
spill. His other hand gently landed on the back of your head. You were anticipating him
shoving you down on his dick, but he didn’t. His hand just rested there as a reminder, perhaps
even as encouragement for the activity you were currently engaged in. “Mhm, your mouth
feels amazing. You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?” he murmured.

You whined around him at the praise and degradation, slowly dragging your mouth off of him
for some air. Making sure his eyes were on you first, you grabbed his cock at the base and
slapped it against your cheek. He sucked in a breath as you repeated this action on the other
cheek. You then ran your tongue down the underside of the shaft, a prominent vein throbbing
alongside it, to make your way back up to the head. You sucked it into your mouth and your
hand at the base began to jerk the part of his cock that your mouth couldn’t reach again.
Soon, you had a steady rhythm of your hand jerking and your mouth working on his cock.

“ Fuck ,” he murmured, his hand on the back of your head beginning to fist your hair. His
grip was firm, but you still were in control. His eyes were closed and his other fist was
clenched, knuckles white as bone. He looked like he was barely holding it together, and you
loved that you were the reason he was coming undone. You placed your hands on his thighs,
and braced yourself again to take all of him into your mouth.

You made sure to breathe as your head sank lower and lower, the tip of your nose coming in
contact with trimmed blonde pubic hairs. An almost obscene amount of saliva formed from
your mouth, dripping down your chin and some falling onto the ground below. You hollowed
out your cheeks and sucked as his length occupied your throat. You felt him twitch in your
mouth, and averted your gaze to him. He was already looking at you. “Your mouth was made
for me,” he rasped. “I’m so fucking close, be a good girl and make me come.”

That was an instruction, and you sure as fuck would follow. You slowly came off his cock
again and rested a hand back on the shaft, pumping while you steadily glugged around him.
Although he was obviously resisting the urge to fuck your mouth, his hips bucked. You liked
the idea of him using your mouth for his own pleasure, and you only hoped that chance
would come in the future. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “ Fuck , you going to be a good girl and
swallow for me?”

You nodded, dick still in your mouth, and continued to work him with your mouth. Your
movements became faster and sloppier, and the familiar twitching in your mouth indicated he
would finish any second now. Hand still gripping your hair, he coaxed you just the slightest
bit closer. One final twitch, and his seed was spurting into your mouth, coating the lining of
your throat with his cum. It wasn’t a foul taste at all, and you could only guess that was
attributed to a good diet.

You ensured you swallowed every bit before pulling your head back, sticking out your tongue
to show him that you got every last drop. His chest was heaving as he looked down at you, an
unreadable expression on his face. “Get up, go sit on my desk.” You nodded and hurried to do
as instructed, hefting yourself up on his desk.

He put himself back in his boxer briefs and zipped up his slacks, stalking over to you slowly.
You bit your lip in anticipation and watched as he just stood in front of you. He coaxed your
legs open, and you were more than happy to do so. He placed both of his hands on your
thighs as he nudged himself between them, rubbing them ever so softly. You always found
yourself wanting more with him, almost hating how he always seemed to take his time.
“Please,” you whimpered. You needed something, anything from him.
“What?” He inched in closer to you, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. His hands
were so warm and encompassing on your thighs. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, I can’t
control myself around you anymore.”

Anymore? Was he restraining him around you before? The idea of you being on his mind as
much as he was yours made a flush creep into your cheeks.

You snaked your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his. One hand moved
from your thigh to the small of your back, the soft contours of your body pressed tightly
against the hard contours of his. “Tell me if you want to stop, okay?”

You were positive at this point that his words always left you speechless. His head cocked to
the side slowly so the shape of his lips would fit perfectly with yours. It just occurred to you
that despite all the orgasms he was responsible for giving you, a kiss never happened. You
immediately moaned at the contact of his lips on yours, eager for a never ending makeout
session.

His hand gripped the back of your shirt, quickly swiping his tongue along your bottom lip.
You parted your lips slightly, letting his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. You were
melting into the kiss, nothing more than putty in his hands as he continued kissing you. Air
didn’t seem like a necessity for either of you, as if this kiss was the only thing needed to keep
you both alive. Want was the only thing coursing through your veins at the moment.

“You’re so good to me,” he murmured. “So fucking good. I don’t even want to imagine you
with anyone else. The thought alone pisses me the fuck off.”

Now, it was your turn to explore him. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue between
his parted lips, and he tasted just divine. Good looking, successful career, gives an amazing
head, fingers like a pro, has a big dick, and always asks for consent . With those items
checked off on your mental checklist, you wondered again how and why he was single. If he
were your man, you don’t even think you would let him leave the house. Your tongue exited
his mouth and your lips were just slowly moving against each other.

“You’re mine,” he gritted out. “I hope you know that.”

You whined at his words as your hands trailed to his sides and along his back, feeling the
indents of muscles under his shirt. He must have just been saying that in the heat of the
moment, right? Regardless, more , was the only thought going through your head.

He pulled away with a sigh, letting his forehead rest against yours. You whined, angling your
head so your lips could come in contact with his again. He allowed this for only a moment.
“I’ll have to get back to work soon,” he whispered. “I would do this all day if I could, don’t
doubt that.

As much as you didn’t want to be a brat about it, you just couldn’t help it. “No please, do
work later,” you pleaded.

He pressed another kiss to your lips, letting out another sigh. “Later means working overtime,
and you know how much I hate that.” You removed your hands from his sides and put them
on your lap, your gaze looking down at your knees. He placed a hand underneath your chin,
forcing you to look at him. “Hey, don't make that face. I’ll take care of you soon, okay?”

You averted your eyes, feeling somewhat embarrassed. You didn't even know what you were
begging for really, and he just turned you down. “Okay,” you mumbled, beginning to shift
your legs so you could get off the desk.

He stopped you, placing his other hand on your thigh while one was still on your chin.
“Please,” he murmured. “I was just thinking you should just come to my place tomorrow
instead. I’ll come pick you up in the morning and have your makeup done there.” His thumb
started rubbing small circles on your thigh. “There might be a lot of traffic on the way to your
place, and then the venue. I don’t want you waiting, nor do I want you to miss a single thing
there.”

You could have sworn he was going to mention something about him not wanting to be late,
but no. This was about you. This consideration was for you .

Your mind immediately began to wonder what his place looked like. Where did he even live?
Was it a house, or maybe it was one of those expensive luxury apartments? Maybe it was a
condo. You were more than eager to find out.

“I… okay,” you whispered.

His lips brushed against yours a final time, and you could feel him growing hard again
against your thighs. You wanted nothing more than to make him come again, but he was
right. You had your equal share of work to get done and that wouldn’t happen if you spent
any more time in his office. “Good girl, thank you. It will be worth the wait, I promise.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, which made a small smile spread across your face.

You exited his office soon after, seeing him again when it was time to bring his lunch where
you shared some more brief kisses before the end of the day.

He drove you home, and asked for the dress to take it to some express dry cleaning service so
it would be ready for tomorrow. Again, he chose not to come in and asked that you bring it
out to him.

He told you what time he was expecting to be by to pick you up in the morning, and left,
another kiss to your forehead making you feel lightheaded.

You laid on your back on your bed, staring at the ceiling and went over the past few days in
your head. Even this morning was a wild ride. You couldn’t help but wonder what would
come after tomorrow night.

Would things go back to normal? Would he act like the gala was the only reason for the
wanton behavior? You were set on taking whatever you could get, but you didn’t want this to
end. Not anymore.
Gojo’s words floated into your mind once more about Nanami being… ecstatic that you
could join him.

The feeling you had from your first encounter in the dressing room creeped back into you.
Unease, uncertainty, and some underlying fear. You were hopeful Nanami’s words about
wanting to kiss you all day would mitigate these feelings, but they didn’t. It could all be a
sham, but he wouldn’t do that, would he?

You got into bed that night, knowing there was really nothing to do but just see how
tomorrow and the days after would play out.

~~~

Good morning, I’m outside. Take your time.

Nanami never texted you before. You communicated through email or the office phone only.
You obviously had his number, but it was deemed for emergency use only. Despite the inner
turmoil racing through your mind last night, seeing his name on your phone made you giddy.

He told you he would be coming at ten in the morning. It was quarter to the designated time,
and you were dressed and ready.

Black, strappy heels and some things to do some things to do your hair were shoved into a
small duffle bag. You also shoved a small clutch in there that was big enough to fit your
credit card, ID, keys, and lip gloss. Wearing some black leggings, Crocs, and a black tank
top, you made your way downstairs, biting your lip seeing Nanami standing outside his car
waiting for you.

His brow was knitted as he stared down at something on his phone. “Hi, good morning,
Mr…” It was the weekend, right? “Kento. Good morning.” This was probably the most
casual you’ve ever seen him, and he looked good as fuck if you had to admit it.

He was in a short sleeve gray shirt, showing off his toned arms. Black track pants donned his
legs along with some sneakers, and black sunglasses sat atop his blonde hair. He still wore a
watch, although it was a bit smaller than the one he usually wore to the office.

He looked up, seemingly pleased with you addressing him by his first name. “A very good
morning indeed.” He gestured for you to hand him your duffle bag, and opened your door for
you once it was in his hands.

He got into his side, starting the ignition. “Did you eat?”

You were too nervous, but maybe you should have. You knew there was going to be food at
the event tonight, but that was so many hours away. “I should probably go back upstairs and
grab a cup of yogurt or something,” you laughed nervously, hand already on the door handle.

“No need,” he answered. “We’ll get breakfast. Put your seat belt on.”
Your hand slowly retreated from the handle, reaching for the seat belt instead. As always, he
drove carefully until you were in front of what appeared to be a small cafe about twenty
minutes away from your place.

He parked and opened your door, a hand on the small of your back guiding you to the
entrance. Inside of the cafe was rather picturesque, with small neon signs with things such as
Good Vibes and Pour It Up lining the walls. The hostess indicated that you two take a seat
anywhere, and a waitress would be with you shortly.

Nanami opted to guide you to a booth near the window, where he sat on the side where he
could have a clear view of the door. A redhead came over and dropped the menus along with
some water on the table, telling you both to take your time.

You took a sip of water, nearly choking once you saw the prices on the menu. Twenty fucking
dollars for a glass of orange juice. You flipped the page, seeing a three stack of pancakes for
forty dollars. Were they made of gold? Who did these people think they were?

“Everything alright?” Nanami asked.

“You’ve been here before?” He hadn’t even opened the menu.

“Yes, I think their food is tasty,” he affirmed. “Please, order whatever you would like.”

“Is breakfast on you?” you asked nervously, flipping a page to see an eggs and bacon combo
for thirty five dollars.

“Naturally,” he answered dryly. “That was ridiculous to ask.”

You almost forgot both of your mouths have been slobbering over each other's genitals with
the way this conversation was making you shy. “It… it would have just been rude to assume,
don’t you think?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow. “If I am taking you somewhere, I will cover any costs involved.
End of story.”

Words like that made it hard to feel anything but comfort around him. You buried your face
into the menu, deciding you would order the expensive ass combo that came with pancakes,
eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns.

When the waitress returned, you gave her your order with Nanami ordering something
similar, opting for a small steak with his eggs.

“Are you, uh… excited about later tonight?” you asked sheepishly.

“Sure,” he answered with a shrug. “Your experience there is more important to me, though.
I’ve attended enough of these events for the feeling to be rather lackluster now.”

“Oh!” you chirped. “I’m… I’m really excited to be honest. Thank you again, Kento. I know
you could have taken anyone.”
“No, not really,” he answered, his brow knitted. “I meant what I said when I first asked. You
were the only one that came to mind. If you declined, I would have gone alone.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, and you wished the food would
hurry up and come so you had something to distract yourself from his words.

“That’s very sweet,” you answered softly, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “I don’t
even know what else to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” His fingers drummed on the table, an unreadable
expression on his face. “Unless anything I say makes you uncomfortable, then I would need
you to tell me immediately.”

“I couldn’t think of anything that you could say to make me feel that way,” you laughed
lightly. “Unless you asked me to strip at this table right now or something. That might be
kind of weird.”

His unreadable expression turned into one of amusement, although it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Rest assured, I will be the only one seeing your body if I can help it.”

Your eyes widened, and his gaze burned into yours. “I mean… you are the only one that has
seen me like that… recently,” you admitted, a flush beginning to creep into your cheeks.

Not that you didn’t enjoy any kind of intimacy, it was just the person that mattered. You
didn’t find much pleasure in having to entertain men with nothing to say in person, and the
desire to do so was even less with men online.Seriously. Nothing worse than a man with a
fishing picture on a dating app who only asked unwarranted sexual questions or spammed
you with WYD.

“Oh?” He sat back in his seat. “That's great news. I’d like to keep it that way, if you were
willing, of course.”

What.

What.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean, Kento,” you breathed. You were sure you had an idea,
but you needed to hear the words come out of his mouth. You needed to make sure you
weren’t dreaming and this was all just a sleep conjured delusion.

“Simple,” he answered. “I…” he cleared his throat, seeming to contemplate his next words,
as if the next words he said would be some of the most important words he would utter. “I
like you. You have no obligation for monogamous interactions with me… but that is how I’m
engaging with you currently.” He spoke slowly, his eyes locked on you with every word.

The waitress came back around with the food, setting down your respective orders in front of
you and said to call her if you needed anything else. You picked up the fork with a shaky
hand from his admission.
“Heh… I was actually considering looking for a new job because… well…” You stabbed the
fork into your eggs, taking a bite. Nanami was right. The food was really good.

“Because what?” he grunted, not bothering to even look at his food.

You swallowed before peeking up at him. “Well, this.” You used your hands to gesture
between the two of you. “You know?”

“You didn’t say anything at all,” he grimaced. “So no, I don’t know. I like you working with
me, and would appreciate it if you do not seek employment elsewhere. But we can discuss
that later, eat.”

So you did. You ate the expensive ass breakfast with his words lingering on your mind as you
did.

He likes me . Was it obvious? Were you missing something before? Was he really… crushing
back on you? The thought seemed too juvenile to even be real, but this was reality.

Wouldn’t this be more of a reason to find another job though? If this really could go
somewhere, you couldn’t work with him. There’s just no way you could. Although happy
with the admission, it only seemed to complicate your thoughts further.

After finishing up, Nanami paid for the meal and began driving back to his place. It was a
short drive away from the expensive ass cafe. When he scanned a fob into a parking garage,
the prices of the cafe started to make sense.

Needless to say, he lived in an expensive as fuck luxury apartment building. After parking,
another fob keyed you into the entrance of his building, and it was grand. A doorman greeted
you both as he led you to the elevator, which you two took up to the penthouse.

His space smelled like fresh linens, and everything was pristine and clean. Similar to his
office, the space seemed to be lacking personal touch, but somehow it was still him. A large
television was mounted on the wall surrounded by blue LED lights, and some black couches
were opposite it.

He also had a bar near a corner of one of the couches, and several plants that were in various
pots on coffee and end tables as well as hanging from the ceiling. Your eyes also landed on a
cat passed out by a large aloe vera plant on the floor.

You didn’t know why you were so taken aback by seeing the cat.

“What’s their name?” you asked, pointing in the direction of the sleepy baby.

“Boots.”

“I… didn’t take you for a cat person.”

“I was walking home one night and found him meowing in a dumpster.”

“Why Boots?”
“He looks like he’s wearing boots.” The cat seemed to stir at the mention of his name,
stretching and walking over to the two of you. He was mostly gray with white fur going up
about half the length of his legs. Gojo always teased Nanami for actually having a sense of
humor, and sometimes it did shine. The cat truly looked like he had boots on.

He knelt down to give the animal a quick pet before turning back towards you. “The makeup
artist will be coming in at two. I also have a tailor coming by soon to do one final fitting. Just
in case.”

You nodded, although your attention for the most part was still on the cat. He was idly
walking through Nanami’s legs, rolling over at his feet.

“Sounds good,” you nodded.

The tailor arrived about an hour later, and there wasn’t much to do with the dress. She altered
it only slightly so it was hugged more around your hips, showing off your figure more.
Before you knew it, the makeup artist arrived, and you showed her a reference picture of a
golden cut crease with just a little bit of glitter. You made small conversation while she
worked. Nanami was off somewhere in his room, you assumed.

She topped off your look with some brown lip gloss, and you truly did look amazing. With
your face done, you spotted your duffel Nanami placed on the couch and used the mirror in
the living room to do a sleek bun with some subtle baby hairs. You couldn’t help but smile at
yourself in the mirror. You didn’t even remember the last time you had your makeup
professionally done. Perhaps for your college graduation portraits, but even that seemed like
a lifetime ago.

Steps sounded off the floors and you turned to see Nanami emerging from a hall, and you
wanted to do nothing more than climb on him and lick his face. His hair was neatly parted,
and he wore a black tuxedo and bowtie along with a black pocket square that was the same
fabric as your dress. He was fastening what appeared to be diamond cufflinks, and the scent
of his cologne wafted into your nose. It wasn’t overbearing, but seemed to have a hint of
lavender and linen, similar to the scent of his apartment.

“Wow,” you smiled. “You clean up nice, Kento. Maybe you should dress like this for work.”

His eyes searched your face, landing on your lips as his mouth lifted up into the smallest of
smirks. “I prefer you be the only one to see me dressed like this.”

“Didn’t know you were such a flirt,” you teased. Maybe it was being in his home, or maybe it
was finding out he benefited from the cat distribution system, but you felt at ease, even if it
was only for a moment. The conversation from breakfast was still in the back of your mind,
but he said you would talk later, right? Tonight was yours to enjoy.

“I suppose I am full of surprises,” he answered. “Our ride is downstairs. Come, let me help
you with your shoes.”

You nodded, walking over to take a seat on the couch as he took a knee. He slowly slipped
your foot into your heel, securing the latch before doing the same with the other. He pressed a
 soft to the exposed skin on the top of your foot before rising to his feet again. He offered you
his hand, which you gladly took.

“Oh!” You grabbed the clutch that you had in the duffel, shoving your items inside. “Um,”
you began once everything was inside. “Is there somewhere I would be able to put my duffel
bag at the gala? Or maybe you could bring it for me at work? Or I could-”

“Leave it here.” With that, his hand was on the small of your back ushering you out the door
and down to the ground floor of the building. A black limo awaited the both of you with the
driver standing outside. He opened the door for you both and you climbed in.

It was your first time in a limo.

Nanami sat next to you, a lazy arm draped over your shoulder where you were able to inhale
his scent again. “You look beautiful, truly,” he whispered in your ear. “I can’t even believe
you would think I would consider going with anyone else.”

“Just because you only wanted to go with me doesn’t mean other people wouldn’t want to go
with you,” you argued.

“Irrelevant,” he dismissed.

You made some small conversation on the way there. It was a good thing he made the
suggestion to come to his place after all, because there certainly was some traffic on the way
there.

You eagerly looked out the window to see a plethora of other limos on both lanes of
surrounding traffic, and the venue came into view.

It was beautifully lit up with flower arches and fairy lights, the water fountain with purple
lights being the main attraction. There were a few ice statutes on the sides of the fountain,
you weren’t sure of who. Perhaps they were the founders of the event, but you didn’t care.
You snapped a picture of the view anyway.

The limo pulled up to the front of the venu, the driver coming out to open the door for you
and Nanami to step out.

His hand reached down to capture your hand in his as he leaned to whisper in your ear, “Can
I hold your hand?”

“Yes you may,” you answered, a smile gracing your gloss coated lips as you entered the
venue hall.

Chapter End Notes

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The gala is a sight to behold, but an unexpected conversation with a stranger rubs you
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Hand in hand with a smile on your face, you walked down the long hallway to approach an
even grander set of doors. Some people in outfits even grander than yours were scattered in
every part of the hall, making idle conversation with each other. Some were taking food and
champagne flutes from servers as they did so.

Nanami politely greeted some of the people outside the doors, taking the time to introduce
you to each one. It must have been at least twenty minutes of greetings before you finally
entered the main room.

Your mouth was almost agape at the sight. It looked like something out of a Disney movie.
More people were gathered inside, everything accented with a touch of gold. Servers floated
around, serving even more kinds of foods and drinks than the ones outside of the doors. Some
people were already dancing in the middle of the floor, where a live orchestra was playing
music just beyond that. Similar to outside there were more ice sculptures, and a photobooth
and bar along the wall.

“Can we take a picture?” you asked, pouting your lips.

“Of course.” He pulled you in the direction of the booth, which took at least ten minutes with
all the people he ran into, and again introduced you too.

You scooted into the booth, with Nanami pulling the curtain closed once you were securely
inside. An arm wrapped around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, and then your
lips. You kissed back briefly, but his lips moved against yours again, desperate for the taste of
your mouth.
“Kento,” you giggled, trying to push him away without any real effort. “You’re going to mess
up my makeup.”

“I don’t care,” he murmured. “One kiss and I’ll stop, promise.”

How could you really say no? You turned your body slightly, letting your arms wrap around
his neck as his hand shifted to the small of your back and pressed your lips against his. Your
lips moved slowly against each other, movements not hurried in the slightest. His other hand
trailed down the front of your dress, moving his hands beneath the fabric to grip your breasts,
eliciting a moan from you.

You moved to pull away, but his lips became more insistent on yours. “Just one more,” he
whispered, fingers now kneading your nipple.

“That’s what you just said,” you answered against his lips, parting your lips so his tongue
could slip inside nonetheless. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip before exploring your
mouth softly, letting it swipe against yours before pulling back.

“See? Now I’m done.” His hand exited your dress and he sighed as he looked down to see a
semi straining his slacks. “Look what you do to me.”

You looked down, removing your hands from his neck and letting your finger circle the head
of his cock through the material. “I’ll take care of you soon,” you teased, remembering his
words from yesterday when he insisted on working instead of continuing to make out with
you.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” he groaned.

You let out a light laugh again as you dug inside your clutch for your lip gloss, letting a new
coat shine against your lips before putting it back in your bag.

You looked at yourself in the camera, and almost let out a howl of laughter seeing Nanami.
He was visibly lost.

“What?” he frowned.

“You just have a little something there,” you answered, swiping your thumb along his bottom
lip to remove the fresh sheen of your lip gloss that was coating his lips. His eyes flicked
down to your thumb, sucking it into his mouth before giving it a soft bite.

“I don’t remember this happening yesterday,” he mumbled.

You were already pressing the touch screen to activate the countdown to take the picture. “I
guess the makeup artist just had a lot more potent gloss.”

The countdown started at five, and you pressed your cheek against Nanami’s for the first
picture, a bright smile on your face. You puckered your lips for the second picture, and put up
a peace sign for the third. You expected Nanami to look stoic in the photos, but he imitated
whatever you did. For the last, his hands grasped your chin as he pressed a kiss to your lips.
“The gloss,” you giggled, wiping it from his mouth again.

“Everyone will know who I belong to. Doesn’t matter.”

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you exited the booth, bumping into a figure as you
were reaching to grab the photos.

“Oh, hey!” It was Gojo, who was wearing a black tux with a blue bow tie and pocket square
that matched his eyes. “Sorry about that, I was about to take some pictures with the kiddos
here.”

Surely enough, the pink haired kid and the girl were standing near him, shoving food into
their mouths and drinking from a champagne flute while the other stood looking bored. Good
to know Gojo was able to pull off getting the extra tickets for them, you guessed.

Nanami exited the booth, making the pink haired kid's eyes gleam. “Nanamin! So good to see
ya! Did you try this food, it’s so good.”

“Yuji, please mind your manners and don’t talk with your mouth full,” he sighed.

Right, Yuji was his name. Now if only someone would say the other two names’ again…

Yuji swallowed. “It’s so good! Can you believe this food is free? I would have brought
tupperware if I knew!”

A devilish glint formed in Gojo’s eyes. “We could always raid the kitchen before we go, I
think we could pull it off.” Yuji and the girl’s eyes went wide. “Megumi! You’ll help us,
won’t you?”

The bored looking kid’s expression didn’t budge. “No.”

“I’m docking your pay and giving it to Yuji and Nobara if you don’t.” Okay, at least all the
names were covered now.

He rolled his eyes. “Then I’ll report you.”

“Whatever,” Gojo grunted, turning back to face you. “You truly look stunning tonight! I still
have to find Utahime, but save a dan-”

Nanami’s arm snaked your waist as he interjected, “Go on and do what you need to do, Gojo.
Keep Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi out of trouble.”

Gojo looked between Nanami and Megumi, rolling his eyes. “You two I swear…” He looked
at Nanami a little more closely. “Ah Nanamin, didn’t take you for much of a lip gloss guy!
You are more creative than people give you credit for.” With that, he was off with the kids
following not too far behind him.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the entire scenario that just unfolded. Maybe that lipgloss was
a lot more potent than you thought. You swiped your thumb against his lips to get the final
remnants of the gloss off. “And he’s older than you?”
“Age is just a number, as they say,” he muttered. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

“Whatever Yuji was eating did look good,” you smiled, your eyes floating to the many
servers that were walking around.

“Let’s get you some then.” You two were off, letting your eyes float to every tray servers
were holding until you eventually did find what Yuji was eating. It was some kind of
vegetable dumpling that was perfectly crispy on the outside, but tender on the inside.

After polishing off every one that was left on that server’s tray, you set off in search of
another server that had the same food. All the while you were still meeting a bunch of people,
Nanami ensuring each one respected you when he introduced you.

You were introduced as his date, not as his assistant.

People from all avenues of business were here, ranging from publishing like Nanami to
clothing moguls, tech giants, and sports stars. One thing they certainly all had in common
though, was money.

After about an hour and tracking down the dumplings (and having a glass or champagne or
two, or three) you were ready to sit, even if it was for just a moment.

“I’m going to sit at the bar for a second,” you whispered as you saw someone coming
Nanami’s way. It was a chatty man who was talking to him before, but you couldn’t
remember his name with all the other people you met thus far. “I’ll meet you back over here.”

Nanami looked toward the man whose pace wasn’t slowing down, and back toward you.
“Alright,” he mumbled. “You can stay put there, I’ll wrap it up quickly and come back to
you.”

“Mkay,” you nodded, practically dragging your feet and hoisting yourself up to sit at the bar
stool. The relief from the heels was immediate, a sigh of content leaving your lips as you let
your forehead rest against the counter.

“You alright, little lady?” a voice called behind you. The only other people you knew here
were Gojo and the interns, and the voice certainly didn’t belong to any of them.

You picked your head up slowly and turned, your eyes scanning the mountain of a man that
was standing behind you.

He was a jump scare, quite frankly.

Tattoos adorned a large portion of his face, and his eyes gave the impression that he knew
something no one else did. There was something menacing about them, although you
couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Did he come late? This was not a man you would have missed in your many laps around the
venue in search of the dumplings.
“Yes,” you choked out, eyes wandering back towards Nanami. His back was turned toward
you, and it didn’t look like the man that was talking to him was going to shut the fuck up
anytime soon.

“It’s rude to look elsewhere when someone is talking to you,” the man chided. “But you are
easy on the eyes, so I can forgive it, just this once.”

“O-Oh, thank you…” you answered, feeling yourself start to sober up immediately. They
wouldn’t let anyone dangerous in here, would they? You didn’t want to make assumptions,
but this just felt… wrong.

“Mhm.” The man settled into the bar seat next to you, signaling for the bartender. “Rum and
coke, and whatever she’s having.”

“Just water.” A tight smile graced your lips as you turned to face the man. He wore a navy
blue tuxedo with a cream tie and pocket square, but he was even massive sitting down.

“I’m buying you something. Drink.”

“Oh,” you squeaked out. You could have sworn everything here was free, but maybe the bar
was an exception. “Right. Thank you. Just a margarita then,” you blurted out.

“That’s better.” You two sat in silence as the bartender prepared the drinks, setting them
down in front of you. He drank his as if it were a shot, knocking the whole thing back in a
single gulp. “Ryomen Sukuna. You got a name or what?”

You introduced yourself to him, and he nodded. “Pretty name for a doll like yourself. What
do you do?”

For what was supposed to be a compliment it came out cold, icy. “Oh um, I’m not much like
anyone else here really…”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“I’m just here as someone’s date, but I work at a publishing company.”

“That’s cute,” he smiled. A smile with no warmth.

“What about you, Mr. Sukuna?” you asked politely.

“Mister?” he chuckled. “I own a few tattoo shops in the area and a few states over. Work with
a few celebrities here and there. I draw original designs, shit like that.”

“Do you travel for work then?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” he shrugged.

“That must be really fun then.” Again, you were just trying to be polite.

“It's cool. So you like reading? Working in publishing and all?”

“I’m not an editor or an agent or anything like that,” you clarified. “I do more, er…
administrative tasks, but I love reading. Romance might be my favorite genre.”

“Heh,” he chuckled. “You like those porn books, huh?”

The last thing you wanted to do was have a flushed face in front of this terrifying man. You
didn’t even want to admit he hit the nail on the head. “Well some of those books have a little
bit of sex in them, it can’t be helped.”

He turned to face you, and it was evident the drink he downed wasn’t his first of the night.
His breath reeked of liquor. “I like girls that read. You should have a drink with me sometime
when we aren’t in these stuffy fucking clothes.”

A drink? With him? He was almost too intimidating to say no to, but you had no real reason
to deny him.

You couldn’t really define what the fuck you and Nanami had going on, but it was…
something. Something concrete enough for you to not be accepting dates. You were even
hopeful that you would be going home with Nannami tonight since your duffel bag was still
there. Sure, he could easily get you an Uber after that and there would be nothing going on,
but you were hopeful.

“That’s a very nice offer, Mr. Sukuna,” you began slowly. “You say you work out of state
sometimes so who really knows when our paths will cross again…” you deflected.

“You work here, and I’ll be here Monday. Let’s do it then.”

“I’m working on Monday,” you pointed out.

“I’m not. We can meet when you get off,” he insisted, his eyes narrowing.

“I don’t get off until five, and I wouldn’t want you just waiting around if there’s other things
you could be doing,” you joked nervously.

“That’s perfectly fine,” he asserted. “You know where Sky Lounge is?”

You did, actually. It was about a fifteen minute train ride from the office. “It doesn’t sound
incredibly familiar,” you lied, placing a thoughtful hand underneath your chin.

“Look it up then,” he grunted.

“Right.” You fumbled for your phone in your clutch, his eyes making no attempt to hide the
fact he was looking at your screen. You cleared your throat as you put in the address of the
office to the lounge.

“Well, I guess it’s our lucky day,” he snickered, seeing how close the two were. “I’ll look
forward to seeing you then.”

It’s Nanami you want to be getting drinks with. You desperately wanted to look over, but he
would have been here by now if that man wasn’t still talking to him.
Fuck that man, whoever the fuck he was.

“It’s a date,” you gulped, a wobbly smile on your face.

“Why do you seem so unsure, doll?” he chuckled, a large hand resting on your knee. Even
through the material of your dress he felt cold. “You got a man or something I should worry
about?”

The mention of a man made your eyes widen, and you looked down to your still full drink.
“Not really,” you admitted. Well, Nanami did say you were his, and he was monogamous
with you. “Something like that. It’s complicated right now.”

“Good thing I don’t care about complications.” He barked out a laugh, slipping your phone
from between your fingers. He tapped the screen and held it up to his ear, and you could only
assume he was putting his number in your phone. “As far as I can tell, you’re single.
Whatever guy, woman, nonbinary, whoever the fuck you’re dealing with is only making
things complicated because they don’t really want you. Plain and simple.”

You don’t know why his words struck a nerve.

That wasn’t true. He didn’t know a single thing going on between you and Nanami, and
there’s not a chance you would even sit here and explain how intricate the situation between
the two of you were.

You knew there was still a conversation to be had. After that, things would be clear. He
already made claims on you. A claim you were happy to embrace. You just needed to find a
way to… navigate it given the circumstances.

Sukuna’s fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t think about it too
much, doll. I’m not the type to bullshit ya. You’ll see that for yourself on Monday.”

~~~

Nanami was getting more aggravated with every second that went by.

He should have known having a conversation with a man who couldn’t even keep anything
brief through email was going to waste his time in person.

Even worse was he couldn’t see you. Hopefully you were behind him with a mocking smile
on your face knowing this conversation was torture.

Surprised you’re letting that scary looking man chat up your woman when you won’t even
let her save me a dance.

Nanami was never happier to hear a notification on his phone, using the sound as a reprieve
from the conversation going on in front of him.

He furrowed his brow reading Gojo’s text. What the hell was he talking about?
He whipped around almost too quickly to see a figure getting up from the seat next to you
and walking off. He knew it was irrational, but his fists clenched immediately. Without a care
for the man that was in front of him he made quick strides to make his way over to you.

“Are you okay?” he asked quickly, stepping to see a view of your face. “Who was that? Was
he bothering you?”

You shook your head no, but something was off. Way off. The light behind your eyes seemed
dim and far off.

“You can tell me if something happened, I want you to tell me,” he pleaded, reaching to hold
your hand, his thumb caressing the inside of your palm. “You don’t have to be scared of
anyone here, I can take care of whatever the case may be.”

You looked at him, your eyes searching his before you spoke again. “You said we’re going to
talk later, right?”

“We can talk whenever you want,” he assured

“Okay,” you answered. Your voice was soft, and your hands were wrapped around a drink.
When did you get that?

“We can even talk now, if you want.”

You shook your head no, bringing the drink to your lips and taking a tentative sip. “When we
leave. I just want to enjoy the rest of the night.”

Nanami was almost certain something happened, but the last thing he wanted to do if he were
right was be accusatory. Gojo’s text rubbed him the wrong way. Who was that?

“Do you want any more of those dumplings?” he asked, trying his best to sound upbeat and
jovial, but he was almost furious. Who was it that was near you? He needed to know.

“Hm,” you contemplated, finishing the rest of your drink. “I want one of those coconut
shrimp skewers and more champagne.” This time, a small smile graced your lips, and it made
Nanami feel a little better.

“Okay, Princess.” He didn’t know where that came from, but you were surely as enchanting
as a princess. You deserved to be treated like one, and he would deliver.

This time, a larger smile graced your lips. “Just give me a second.” You were digging for
something in your clutch, and Nanami used that moment to look at his phone again.

Did you see who it was? he texted Gojo.

Huge dude, face tattoos. Nanami furrowed his brow at the message, but fixed his face by the
time you finished reapplying your lipgloss. He would get to the bottom of it later.

~~~
Princess.

The encounter with Sukuna was pushed to the back of your mind by the nickname. As
promised, you two both scoured the room for the servers with the coconut shrimp, and
downed that with some more champagne. You were feeling good, great even as the bubbly
beverage soon had you erupting into giggle fits.

“Come,” Nanami said quietly, taking your hand and leading you down a hallway.

You followed him, taking his hand as you continued down the hallway. It was empty, but it
was adorned with golden lights similar to the main room. At the end of the hall were double
glass doors which Nanami easily pushed open, leading to a balcony. You stepped ahead of
him to take in the view.

Flowers adorned the columns of the balcony, and overlooked well taken care of gardens.
Bushes were trimmed into different shapes, the most notable ones being stars and hearts. A
large fountain sat in the center of it all, water spurting from the vase of an elegant Venus in
the center. Despite not being too far from the city, the stars overhead were out and the moon
gave the garden just enough illumination.

“This is beautiful,” you whispered, stepping to the end to rest your elbows on the banister of
the balcony. “Absolutely beautiful. I wish I lived here.”

“The future is your oyster, Princess,” Nanami mused, stepping behind you to wrap his arms
around your middle. “You never know, you can end up living somewhere even better.”

“Easy for you to say,” you giggled. “You could probably have something like this right now
if you wanted to.”

You felt his body peel away from yours, and you turned to face him with a frown.

He stepped in closer, placing his hand on your chin and another on your hip. This felt right.
Way better than Sukuna’s touch.

You knew this was crazy, outlandish, impractical, and moving comically fast, but this just
felt… good. There was no way in knowing what the fuck would happen, but you’ve taken the
venture with people who gave you way less than what Nanami has done.

“And if I did, I’d share it with you knowing you wanted it. All you have to do is ask.”

“I didn’t think you were interested in me, not the way I was interested in you.”

Nanami let out a soft sigh. “I was interested in you the moment I saw your resume, even
before I met you face to face,” he admitted. “I will say two weeks ago, the dressing room.”
He cleared his throat. “That wasn’t my exact… intention. I don’t want you thinking I
regretted it, because I don’t, not one bit. I will admit I may have moved a bit too fast, but
having you that way was worth the risk.”

You bit your lip as he continued. “Gojo seemed to have had an… inkling of my feelings
toward you. He didn’t just get an extra ticket for me like I told you,” he explained. “I was
truthful in saying it is invite only, so he was able to get that ticket in your name so you could
come with me. I had it for almost a month before I actually said anything. I was… unsure of
how you would react to me asking.”

A weight seemed to be taken off his shoulders at the admission, but you were still taking
everything in.

A month.

He was hesitating for a month to ask you.

“I…” you began. What did you even say? “I would have said yes a month ago, a week ago,
or even last night.”

“You’re radiant, smart, kind,” he confessed. “Even when you get flustered sometimes, I
appreciate you all the same. Every weekday I always look forward to seeing you. Fridays are
usually the worst because I know I won’t see you again until Monday,” he whispered. “I
just… need a chance to do it right,” he laughed softly. “Physically… Well that seems pretty
obvious. I won’t mention that.”

You felt warm from the inside out, and you didn’t think it was the alcohol. “I didn’t know
when I would get the chance to say any of this considering how the nature of our relationship
was going, but I didn’t want you to think it would be just that. Not by a fucking mile.”

You knew you still needed to ask what would happen from here. You should probably tell
him about the encounter with Sukuna and the seed of doubt he planted in you, but the only
thing you could manage to say was, “Kiss me.”

So he did. With your back pressed against the banister, he pressed his body tightly against
yours with his hand still on your hip and brought his lips down onto yours. This wasn’t like
the one in the photo booth which was soft and slow. This kiss had more hunger, more
ferocity.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you eagerly nipped at his bottom lip. He parted them,
welcoming your tongue in his mouth. Your tongues danced against each other, not fighting
for dominance, but just enjoying exchanging each other's taste.

One of his hands moved to drag his fingers gently down your spine, the motion making you
arch against him. The hand moved to your ass, grabbing it roughly in his hand. You moaned
against his mouth as he shifted, slotting his erection between your thighs. You whined,
feeling him throb against you.

“You’re lucky I can’t peel this dress off of you right fucking now,” he growled against your
lips. “I can’t even imagine how wet you are right now. I just know you’re soaked for me.”

“Why don’t you find out?” Your voice was raspy, and your nipples were tight against the
fabric of the dress.
His eyes searched yours, as if waiting to hear the punchline to a joke. “You’re serious.” He
glanced through the doors behind him, but like when you came down the hall, it was empty.

You nodded at him. This is what you wanted, needed. “I thought you wanted me to enjoy the
night,” you pouted.

His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he leaned his forehead against yours. “And this is
what you want, right here?” You nodded again in confirmation. “This isn’t quite what I had in
mind for our first time together, but fine. I’ll make it up to you. Turn around,” he said gruffly.

You did as asked, and his hands immediately began to cascade down the sides of your body,
starting with your breasts. His hands gave them both a firm squeeze before feeling the dip of
your waist and the curves of your hips. One hand reached for the zipper on the back of the
dress, and began to pull it down slowly. Once down, a finger was pushing your panties aside
to swipe through your folds.

He nudged you forward so your front was now leaning against the bannister as his other hand
secured around your throat. “Just like I thought,” he whispered. “Soaked like a slut and
willing to take my cock anywhere.” The finger slowly pushed inside of you, easing its way in
and out with no resistance.

You whined, arching your back against him as much as you could with the little liberty you
had in your current position. “Don’t worry, Princess. I won’t make you wait.”

You heard the jingle of his belt being unfastened along with a zipper coming down, and you
were more excited than you would like to admit. You almost felt like an excited teen on prom
night getting ready to lose their virginity.

You heard some shuffling, probably him getting out of his boxer briefs, and then felt his
warm length against your skin. He angled himself between your folds, thrusting lazily
between your lips. “Shit,” he hissed. Your arousal mixed with the beads of precum leaking
from the head of his cock had his length glistening.

“Just fuck me already.”

“So needy,” he mumbled. “Maybe I’m not pleasing you enough. I only want to hear you
moaning until I’m done.”

With that, his fingers squeezed tighter around the sides of your throat, causing you to throw
your head back. His hips retracted slightly as the head of his cock started to slowly enter you.
The feeling of him stretching you was divine as he entered you inch by inch until he was
fully buried inside you. “Fuck.” His other hand bent you over slightly, admiring the view of
your back arched for him with his cock fully seated inside of you.

He pulled back, thrusting his hips forward, admiring the way your ass jiggled against him as
he did. He did it again, more force driving his hips forward with every thrust. “So wet, so
tight,” he gritted. His free hand gripped one of your cheeks to get a better view of your tight
cunt wrapping around him as he entered you. “Fuck, I should have done this sooner.”
You truly couldn’t do anything but moan as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the
once silent balcony. You knew he was big, but having him finally inside you felt like your
breath was being forced out of your lungs with each surge of his hips.

“ K-Kent-o-o, ” you managed to choke out, tears pricking your eyes.

“Hm?” he asked, hips still thrusting against you. “I could have sworn I said I only wanted to
hear you moaning.” His grip tightened on the cheek he was squeezing as he continued to
pound into you. You feared you would break a nail with the way you were holding onto the
bannister for dear life, but you didn’t care. You let out another moan as you felt your legs
start to tremble. “Mhm, music to my fucking ears.”

He bent you over further so you were fully bent over the balcony at a ninety degree angle. He
removed his hand from your throat so both were securely on your hips as he began
vigorously pounding into you. “Oh fuck, ” you cried out, mouth agape.

You began to clench around his cock at this new angle, knowing you wouldn’t be able to
stand much longer. You put every last bit of strength into your legs to push your hips back
against him to match his thrusts. “Fuck, where do you want my cum? I’m so fucking close.”

“I-in me,” you cried. You don’t even know what came over you saying that, but you didn’t
care. You wanted to be filled with him in every way you could.

“Oh?” His grip on your hips tightened as he gave you the last of his energy, thrusting into you
in a hard and fast succession. You cried out again, spots beginning to cloud your vision as
you felt yourself clamping around his cock like a vice grip.

His thrusts began to slow as he fucked you through your orgasm, your panting now being the
primary sound to fill the balcony. He stilled, still gripping your hips as you felt his seed spill
into you. He groaned behind you as he hauled you up, gripping your chin from behind.
“Going to be walking around this gala full of my cum, you are my little slut, huh?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “Only yours.” His slut, good girl, princess, you would take on
all those roles.

Watching his cum begin to drip down your legs, he gathered it with two fingers and pushed it
back deep inside of you. He zipped your dress back up, giving your ass a light tap. “Good
girl.”

You turned to watch him put himself back in his boxer briefs, zip his slacks, and buckle his
belt. You could have sworn he was still hard judging by his print still straining against his
slacks. “I’m on birth control by the way.”

“And I guess you would be having my baby if you weren’t,” he chuckled. “Seems like that’s
what you wanted.”

Your cheeks heated at his words, sinking your bottom teeth into your lip. “You think you’d be
a good dad?” you joked.
 “Yes,” he nodded. “Come, there’s a few more hours to enjoy.” He reached for your hand once
more, leading you through the doors back into the main hall.

For a few more hours, you two indulged in more food and champagne, and even hit the dance
floor. Nanami was a bit stiff in his movements, and you saw Gojo and Yuji recording him out
of the corner of your eye, but he didn’t seem to mind.

As the night began to wind down, the volume of people slowly began to decrease. Some
came back up to you and Nanami, bidding you farewell.

“See you guys!” you heard Gojo’s voice call out. You turned your head to see him, Yuji, and
Noabara leaving with aluminum pans stacked in their arms. Megumi was following
reluctantly behind with only one pan in his hand. Well, good to know their kitchen raid was
successful.

“Our ride is probably here, we should get going too,” Nanami whispered to you, his arm
snaking around your waist.

“Do you think Gojo ever found Utahime?” you giggled as Nanami held open the door for
you.

“I think it’s best that we don’t know,” he deadpanned, spotting the driver of the limo who
brought you two to the venue.

The neatly dressed driver held open the door, but you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on
you. In your line of vision, Sukuna was ducking into his own ride, a sadistic smile on his face
as he winked at you.

You felt frozen in your spot as he closed the door, and his limo took off.

“You alright, Princess?” Nanami’s voice took you out of your daze.

“Yeah, just thought someone was saying bye,” you mumbled, getting into the limo as Nanami
followed, wrapping his arm securely around you again as the driver got on his side and drove
off.

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 Making a Scene
Chapter Summary

A decision is made when it comes to dealing with Sukuna when an unexpected guest
arrives.

Chapter Notes

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You tried not to show it, but Sukuna had you shaken up. You tried to just focus on Nanami,
but even that was hard. Maybe this was moving way too fast. Maybe you shouldn’t have
practically begged him to fuck you on the balcony, but it felt good. Being with him felt good,
but you knew it was wrong.

Once back at his apartment, he helped you undress and said he would get the dress cleaned
and return it to you. “You should sleep over, it’s late,” he suggested.

You don’t know why the thought suddenly terrified you. “Oh, are you sure?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Positive.”

“Okay,” you whispered with a hesitant nod of your head.

He led you to the bathroom, where he left out a big shirt for you. While lathering yourself
with his body wash, the thought of smelling like him a few weeks ago would have excited
you, but now it made you apprehensive. What could really happen here? You couldn’t throw
away this job to be with him, but could you really keep working with him if things were
going to progress this way? What would people say? You didn’t want to deal with their
scrutiny.

Fucking around without feelings was one thing, but fucking around with feelings was a whole
different ball park. The thought of getting fired if things didn’t work out had you panicked.
You needed to have that talk, get a handle on things, figure out a game plan.

Tell him about Sukuna.

No. You could handle that. You were positive he wouldn’t be an obstacle.

You don’t know how long you were in the shower, but it resembled a sauna by the time you
turned off the water. You lotioned your skin and stepped back out into the living where he
was watching Boots entertain himself with a bottle cap.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” you offered.

“I was hoping to cuddle with you,” he confessed. “But I will take the couch if you don’t want
that. You are the guest, let me just change the sheets.”

“No, no!” you blurted out. The mental ping pong was exhausting, and you would try and
decide the best course of action tomorrow. For now, you wanted nothing more to be held after
such a long night. “I do want to cuddle with you, if that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay, Princess.” Your heart fluttered, and you wished this were simpler. Why
couldn’t he be another coworker, or a one in a million man you just so happened to meet on
the street. It had to be your boss of all people.

He led you to his bedroom, which was as you guessed, as clean as the rest of his place. Floor
to ceiling windows lined one wall, and a king size bed was in the middle of the room. He
pulled back the comforter and moved some of the decorative pillows aside to make space to
climb into bed. Silk, cream covered sheets were beneath the comforter, and you almost
moaned at the feeling of them on your skin.

He laughed lightly, grabbing his towel from behind the door. “I’ll be back.” While he was in
the shower, Boots jumped on the bed and settled somewhere above your head. You took in
the serenity of the scene; It was domestic and… nice. You remembered thinking before
Nanami wasn’t a nice guy, but oh how wrong you were about that.

Nanami returned from his shower, opting to have his nude body on display while his towel
was slung around his neck. “A show? For me?”

“I’m no Magic Mike, but I’m sure there are other ways I’d be able to entertain you,” he
joked, pulling some boxers up his legs before hitting the lights and crawling into the bed
behind you. An arm wrapped around your middle as he pressed a light kiss to the back of
your head. “Good night.”

“Mhm, g’night,” you murmured as your eyes began to close, and you drifted off to sleep.

~~~

You awoke with a strong arm around you, causing you to wake up startled until you
remembered where the fuck you were last night.

Too much champagne.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Nanami cooed behind you, bringing you in closer. “I’m here.”
You relaxed slightly hearing his voice, your mind already swarming with thoughts. “I had fun
last night,” you settled on saying.

“I’m glad,” he answered. “That’s all I wanted.”

Neither of you made an attempt to move, but you knew you couldn’t stay. Not right now. “I
have some laundry and cleaning up to do today.” That wasn’t a complete lie, that’s what
Sundays were for.

“Alright,” he answered slowly. “Did you want to talk today?”

Did you? Not really. You still needed time to think. Although Nanami seemed to have all his
cards laid out on the table, the stakes for him were different. He wouldn’t be affected in any
way if this just so happened not to work out. You really had to weigh your options, consider
all the possibilities. You needed to make sure you could really even consider giving this a
shot before talking to him.

You were still supposed to be seeing Sukuna tomorrow. That, you would be shutting down
regardless. Once you thought through things tonight, you would tell him things worked out
with your ‘complication’. Were you sure they would work out? No, but Sukuna for sure was
not the answer to anything.

Except for who could have possibly been a felon at that gala, that was him for sure..

As much as you thought of just ditching him all together, you were sure his eyes were glued
to your phone looking at the address of the office to the lounge. The absolute last thing you
wanted was that man showing up to your fucking job. Even worse, doing something to
Nanami.

Tuesday. That could work.

“Tuesday,” you croaked out. “Let’s talk on Tuesday.”

He seemed confused by the specific day, but agreed anyway. “Very well, Tuesday it is. We
can get dinner after work.” After the admission, the thought of work and Nanami together
made you cringe.

“Are you going to take me somewhere that charges thirty dollars for a side of french fries?”

“They might be more,” he laughed. “I don’t usually check the prices if I enjoy the food.”

You sat up to face him. His hair was tousled and he actually looked rested. You took in the
view out of fear it might be the last time you saw him this way.

“You rich people are ridiculous, you know that?”

“You fit in very well with ‘us rich people’ last night,” he argued, sitting up on his forearms.
“Everyone loved you.”

“They were just being polite,” you retorted.

“Oh please.” He placed a hand on your knee. “I will have you know some people were asking
why I hadn’t brought my beautiful girlfriend to other events. They think I had you locked up
in a basement or something.”

You grabbed one of the many decorative pillows on the bed, hitting him with it. “Bye.”

He laughed softly, throwing the pillow to the side. “I’m serious. Not everything is as ‘fancy’
as the gala, but it would be nice if you could come to other events with me.”

“I’ll think about it,” you teased. Although, you weren’t really teasing. “I should get going
now, really. I’ll get an Uber so I do-”

He was already peeling out of the bed and pulling on shorts and a shirt. He laid the clothes he
picked you up in yesterday on the couch. You made sure you had everything, and you two
were headed down to the parking garage.

The ride was silent, but this silence felt a lot more comfortable than other rides with him.

He walked you upstairs when he arrived. You unlocked the door, and turned to face him.
“Can I have a kiss?” he asked.

You pressed your lips against his, and he let out a low hum of satisfaction. He told you he
would see you tomorrow, and you decided to change into something comfortable. You
unpacked your clutch, smiling when you saw the pictures from the photo booth. Nanami’s
evident face of enjoyment was such a marvel. You pressed the photo to your chest, feeling
almost selfish with them. You didn’t want him like that with anyone else.

You sat down at your vanity, wedging the photo in one of the corners of the mirror.

For a moment, you removed the element of him being your boss. He had a career, and knew
he would spoil you rotten when asked. He wasn’t pushy, and you learned to feel at ease with
him. There was no pressure. Saying no was always an option without fear of retaliation. It
almost made you wonder if your standards were too low before, or if he just exceeded them
in every aspect.

He made you feel appreciated, important. He was proud to be around you. He got flustered
around you at times even though you thought you were only capable of being a blubbering
mess around him.

Not to mention the intimacy was out of this world. You hadn’t craved anyone’s touch the way
your body always seemed to yearn for his. He wanted to genuinely please you, and you
wanted to do the same.

You wanted to give this a try. You wanted this to work . Just not as his assistant.

You found this job once, you could find another. Nanami had plenty of connections. Maybe
one of his rich friends could hire you, since they were so pleased to see you there with him.
Surely, he would understand.
You leaned back in your chair with your arms behind your head. You imagined telling
Nanami you wanted to give this a shot but you couldn’t work with him where he proceeded
to say, That’s just fine, Princess. I’ll take care of you. You never have to work a day in your
life again.

Okay, that was the delusions talking, but a girl could dream.

You looked at the photo booth pictures again, and felt a bit more at ease. You could do this.
Tomorrow you would try to be normal, tell Sukuna things were worked out, and talk to
Nanami on Tuesday. Game plan set.

“I’ve got this under control.”

~~~

Being normal proved to be more difficult than you anticipated.

You knew Nanami liked skirts, but you didn’t want to engage in any more shenanigans until
you spoke tomorrow. Not to mention, you didn’t want Sukuna looking at your legs when he
would see you later.

Nanami raised an eyebrow as you brought in his breakfast and coffee in your black slacks
and blue shirt, but made no outward comment. You were heading out of his office when he
cleared his throat. “Hello?”

“Good morning,” you said quickly. “Mr. Yaga sent a lot of manuscripts over the weekend
since he was off last week and I really need to make sure the editors get them,” you rushed
out. You weren’t even sure what you said was intelligible.

“Oookaaay,” Nanami replied slowly, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Just uh, let me know if you need anything!” You rushed out of his office quickly before he
could say anything.

You were grateful today wasn’t a day Gojo was coming with lunch, because you might have
literally burst into flames. You brought in his lunch, making no attempt at conversation as
you ate your lunch at your desk.

As the day was winding down, Nanami exited his office nearly ten minutes earlier than usual,
his things packed and ready to go. “Ready?” he asked.

“Oh! Um…” You cleared your throat. “I don’t need a ride today. I’m not going home.”

“Where are you going? I can drive you there,” he offered.

“I’m going to take the train to meet a friend.”

“ Where?” he questioned.

“Just for some drinks,” you deflected.

His eyes narrowed. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“Who, me?” you laughed nervously, willing a bead of sweat forming at your brow not to fall.
“I’m perfectly fine!”

“Yes. You ,” he emphasized, a frown beginning to form on his lips. “ Where are you going?”

You quickly gathered your bag on your shoulder, all but running for the staircase. You didn’t
even want to wait for the elevator. “Goodnight! I’ll see you tomorrow!” you called out
without looking back.

Okay, so maybe you should have just waited for the elevator, because you were not having a
fun time at all getting down twenty three flights of stairs in your heels. You were practically
panting when you had ten flights left, and was gasping for air by the time you made it back
down to the first floor of the building.

Your head was down as you were waiting to catch your breath, and nearly let out a blood
curdling scream seeing a very unimpressed Nanami with his arms crossed at the entrance.
The receptionist for the front was already gone, and the security guard was paying you two
no mind. There was no buffer between you two.

He cleared his throat, his brow nearly floating off his head with how high it was cocked. He
said your name slowly, as if he were on his last leg of patience. “ What is going on with you?
Are you in danger?”

“No,” you huffed. “I already told you! You think I have no friends or something?”

“I accused you of no such thing.”

“Okay!” you flailed your arms in the air. “Then why are you interrogating me! I thought you
wanted to defund the police.”

Your attempt at a joke failed. “I asked one question that you didn’t answer. If you don’t want
to tell me, I'd rather you say that.”

You didn’t want him to get involved. You could handle it, you were sure. You took a breath
before muttering, “I don’t want to tell you… yet. But I will, I promise.”

A few beats went by before you looked up. His jaw was tight, and his eyes displayed a
combination of confusion and unease. You’d tell him, as soon as this whole thing was said
and done. “If anything happens or if I need help, I’ll let you know, okay?”

“Does this have to do with that guy that was bothering you?”

You took a step back, feeling yourself rendered speechless by his words. You shook your
head no, but you feared your face told him everything he needed to know. Him saying that
was not in your game plan, at all.

You simply shook your head again before heading out of the office and down the stairs into
the train station.
 ~~~

Nanami watched your figure stumble out the door and down the steps to the train, and knew
there was only so much he could do at that point. He could have followed you onto the train,
but that would probably get him arrested.

He trudged to his car, immediately hitting his hand on the steering wheel once he was
securely locked inside. Frustration wasn’t even the word. Had he lost you before he even
fully had you?

No. He wouldn’t let that happen.

He didn’t know if he came on too strong at the gala, or if he should have tried to find out
more about that man. Either way, something he did was biting him in the ass now, and he
would fix it. He had to. He just… needed somewhere to start.

The train station housed four separate lines, and he hadn’t a clue which one you were getting
on. You could have been anywhere by now, and that aggravated him even more. He guessed
he could wait for you at your apartment, but would that be too crazy? Another part of him
wanted to believe it would be even crazier to wait until tomorrow to see you. He couldn’t
wait that long.

He heard his phone go off, and he groaned, not even bothering to check it. Perhaps he was a
little ahead of himself giving your contact a distinctive text and ringtone, but it came in
handy in times like this.

Maybe he could come by your house in the morning to pick you up. That had to be
marginally less creepy than him waiting for you once you returned from… wherever the fuck
you went.

He knew he couldn’t beat himself up over this, but he couldn’t help but think that there’s
something he could have done. He’d do anything he could have to let you know he would
have helped in any way possible.

He groaned again hearing the text tone on his phone, quickly turning it to silent.

He needed to think, that’s all. His mind tried to recall something, anything, about places you
would frequent after work. His mind quickly came to a blank as his head fell against the
steering wheel. He just needed to breathe and think again. There had to be a memory
somewhere in his brain.

He took a deep inhale, the subsequent exhale interrupted by his phone ringing. “What?” he
snapped into the receiver before even bothering to check who it was.

“Ouch,” Gojo’s voice floated from the other line. “First you ignore my texts and then you
answer the phone like I’m some kind of animal . Did another bug crawl up your ass and die?”

“I’m very busy right now,” he gritted. “What do you want?”

A couple of seconds passed before Gojo answered. “Just check the text I sent you. Yuji and
Nobara are out right now, and he was curious about something he saw.” All traces of his
usual joking tone were devoid from his voice, and the line went dead.

Yuji and Nobara out? He had no idea what the correlation was, but he was hoping more than
anything that it had something to do with you.

He opened up the texts from Gojo with a message that read Trouble in paradise already?
with a photo attached of you sitting at a bar with some fucker’s hand on your knee. He was
certain it was the same man from the gala.

His already sour mood from your odd behavior today was nothing compared to the white, hot
rage stemming from his body upon looking at the photo.

Absolutely fucking not.

He knew exactly where the fuck you were based on the photo. He didn’t think anything
through, or even have a plan of what he would say before he was pulling out of the parking
garage and making his way toward the lounge.

His jaw was tense and he gripped the wheel tightly as he made the short drive, pulling into
the first parking space he saw. He was around the back of the bar, and quickly opened the
door. From his view he was able to see you perched atop a stool at the bar with the man, his
hand on your knee still while your body was turned away from him.

He started to walk over when someone tugged on his suit jacket. He was seething, spitting
out, “What?” at whoever disturbed him on his way to you.

“Oi, Nanamin,” Yuji’s voice said. “I hope you’re not mad. I told Gojo that I thought that was
your girlfriend here with some guy! I promise I didn’t mean any trouble.”

He tried to quell his features into something that didn’t display the anger he was feeling,
because he truly was furious, but not at him. Hell, if Yuji hadn’t sent that picture, he would
probably be running around the whole city like a chicken with his head cut off.

He turned to face the kids, where they were looking sheepishly down at the tapas on the
table. “I’m not upset about you telling Gojo,” he assured. “But I do need to handle this.
Thank you.”

He resumed his march back over to where you sat at the bar with the man, stopping a little
behind to hear what you guys were even talking about.

“So he’s your boyfriend?” he asked.

“Well, no. Not like, officially,” you answered.

“Your husband?” the man countered.

“No,” you answered slowly.

“Then what the fuck are you saying?” his eyes narrowed at you. “You didn’t uncomplicate
shit, and now you’re sitting in my face telling me nonsense I don’t want to hear.”

“That’s enough.” Your figure turned around to face him quickly, your eyes widening and your
mouth moving to say words, nothing coming out. Then, the man turned. He was surely a
sight, with tattoos on his face and an evil glint in his eye, but Nanami didn’t care. He had no
business being around you. “This is done.”

The man’s narrowed eyes pointed in Nanami’s direction, a look of utter disgust on his face.
“Who the fuck are you?”

Nanami got the bartender’s attention, who admittedly looked super uncomfortable with the
scene that was unfolding. He simply reached into his wallet and handed him a credit card.
“Wrap this up for me, please.”

The man shook his head and laughed standing at full height. He was large, that's for sure, but
Nanami wasn’t intimidated. He came for one reason, to find you, and he did. His job was
done. “That’s none of your concern.” Come to think of it, he knew that man. Not personally,
but enough. He knew there was something about some of his shops being a cover up for some
organized crime scheme, and some of his employees being scammed out of their benefits.

Nanami looked in your direction, practically snatching your hand to bring you to your feet.

Sukuna’s hand landed on the opposite wrist, bringing you back down to the stool. “When it
comes to some random man talking to my date, yes it is my concern.”

Nanami’s eyes flew to your wrist, ensuring you weren’t wincing or in any kind of pain. He
grabbed your hand again, locking your fingers together and giving a tight squeeze. “I don’t
care what you think she is to you. She is mine, and this is done.” The bartender returned,
extending Nanami’s card toward him which he quickly tucked back into his wallet.

“Yours?” he laughed. “She doesn’t even know what the fuck is going on! How about you stop
wasting her time and mine and leave.”

“Another man just paid for your drinks,” he taunted. “ You obviously don’t know what’s
going on if you think anything you have to say means anything to me. Have the day you
deserve.”

He began to walk toward the front of the bar, not wanting to pass Yuji and Nobara after what
just may have been the biggest scene he has caused in his life. He held on tightly to your
hand, listening to the clicks on your heels on the sidewalk, and making sure the man didn’t
happen to follow you two out.

You two made it to his car successfully, where he opened your door and got into his side,
driving off silently.

~~~
Your heart was still beating rapidly, trying to process everything that happened in the past ten
minutes. You looked over at Nanami whose shoulders were stiff and his jaw was clenched
tight. He was gripping the wheel with so much force, you were scared he would rip it the
fuck off.

You were scared that this was it. Your botched attempt at fixing things on your own would be
the demise of this… ‘relationship’, and you hated that. Absolutely hated it.

“I know what it looked like, but it wasn’t like that at all,” you uttered, trying to gauge his
reaction. It didn’t budge at all. “I swear, I promise I’m not even interested in him!”

He continued driving, and for all you knew, he could be driving to a lake to submerge you in
it right now.

You were pretty sure he wouldn’t, but you could never be too sure.

You slumped in your seat, your eyes fixated on your lap with your hands under your thighs.
You thought your plan was sound, but maybe you should have spoken to Nanami first. You
just didn’t want him worrying about something as small as that. The weight of the company
was on his shoulders constantly, the last thing he needed was drama like this as if he had the
time.

But here he was, dealing with drama you just hoped wouldn’t turn into a recurring issue. You
wondered how he even knew where you were, but that seemed irrelevant in the grand scheme
of things.

You didn’t want to cry, but the overwhelming reality of the situation made you sniffle. You
had probably lost any opportunity there was to actually be with him.With that was your job,
and knowing you were moving with intentions to avoid either of those things may have hurt
the most.

The car came to a stop, and you were in front of your apartment complex. He got out swiftly,
walking around to open your door for you to your surprise. He opened the doors into the
lobby, and followed close behind as your fob granted elevator access. When you reached
your door, you put the key in the lock, looking up at him. You remembered the way he looked
when he woke up yesterday morning, and it made your heart clench.

You sighed, pushing open the door. “May I come in?”

You turned, your eyes wide, hope beginning to rush into your body. “Y-yes!” you answered,
opening the door wide so he could enter. He walked inside, immediately running a hand
through his hair. You looked at him in your space, unsure of what to do or say at the moment.
“Um! Do you want water? Coffee? Tea? I have some leftovers too if you're hungry. Oh, I
have some snacks too! I-”

He cut you off by placing his hand around your throat, backing you up until your back was
against the front door. He said your name slowly, letting every syllable roll off his tongue.
“Are you fucking crazy?” he asked. “Have you actually lost your mind?”
His hand around your throat was slack enough for you to speak comfortably. Maybe you
were crazy. “I…No,” you squeaked.

“Yeah, you are.” His voice was low, and his breath was ragged as he spoke. “Do you even
know who that was?”

“Oh um,” you hesitated. “I think his name was Riley? Ryan?”

“Don’t fuck with me right now.” Considering he had the power to crush your windpipe right
now, you weren’t even sure why you thought saying that would go over well. “Why were you
with him?”

“He asked me to get drinks with him at the gala,” you rushed out quickly. “He kept talking to
me when that guy was talking to you and he looked so scary. I was trying to explain that I
had… something going on with someone and he was basically telling me it was bullshit
without a proper title,” you continued to ramble.

“He saw where I worked so I didn’t want him just showing up or anything! But I kept
thinking about it all weekend and I just… I thought I would be able to fix it all on my own,”
you sniffled. “I was going to tell him that I worked things out, and that's why I wanted to talk
to you tomorrow instead. But then he kept telling me I was telling him bullshit and well, you
kind of know the rest I guess. I just don’t want you to be mad at me. I swear I don’t like him!
I just didn’t want to be a bother.”

He let out a sigh, clenching the fist that was down at his side. “I’m not mad at you.” Your
breath was caught in your throat, because surely the shoe was going to drop off the other foot.
“I didn’t know it was him, but I knew you were bothered at the gala, just like I knew you
were bothered today.” Another sigh escaped his lips, “I’m mad that you thought for a second
you had to do anything by yourself. That you thought I couldn’t or wouldn’t help you.”

“You just have so much to worry about all the time, Kento. I didn’t want you worrying about
me and-”

“That’s not for you to decide. If I want to worry about you, I will,” he asserted. “Maybe I
haven’t made it clear enough, but you are mine. So I will worry about you and do whatever I
can to help you. You need to tell me things. Am I clear?”

You nodded, feeling fucking relieved. It wasn’t over, you still had the chance. You still at
least had all the other words that you wanted to say.

“Good.” He took a step closer until your body was caged between him and the back of the
door. “But something tells me I haven’t made it clear enough.”

His other hand untucked your dress shirt and dug into the skin of your hips as his lips crashed
down onto yours roughly. You moaned immediately, reveling in his taste after being scared
shitless that you would never see him again. His teeth were sinking into your bottom lip, and
then his tongue was pushing past your lips to explore the inside of your mouth.
Your back arched against the door, hands aching to feel, just touch any part of him that you
could. They settled on his midsection as you fumbled to undo the buttons on his shirt. Your
efforts became increasingly difficult as his lips started moving more insistently against yours,
his hunger for your mouth evident.

He applied a little more pressure to his grip on your throat as he eased off of your lips. The
hand on your hip moved to intertwine fingers with one of your hands as he raised your arm
above your head. He thrusted his pelvis toward you, landing on the soft skin of your stomach,
to keep you securely pinned to the door. “Mhm, right where I want you.”

His lips were back on you, this time starting at your ear. It started soft with a few kisses
trailing the shell of your ear, and ended with him sucking the lobe into his mouth, giving it a
soft nibble. He repeated the action on the other ear, the lewd sounds so close making your
writhe against him. “Now tell me,” he mumbled. “Did I say you can go fucking around with
other men without telling me?”

“N-no,” you stuttered. “It won’t happen again.”

“Wasn’t going to happen anyway,” he chuckled. His lips were on the move again, this time
right under your jaw. You moaned at the contact, titling your chin upwards so he could have
easier access to your neck. He laughed lightly as he took the hint, moving his hand for only a
minute so his lips could kiss your throat. His hand moved to caress the back of your neck and
he started making nips on your neck, claiming what was his. “If you wanted to be treated like
a slut, you could have just asked. There was no need to misbehave and make a scene. What
happened to my good girl?” You gasped at a particularly hard nip on your neck, but felt
arousal pooling in your panties all the same.

You wanted nothing more than for him to sink his fat cock into you right now, but he didn’t
seem to mind waiting. Shit, if you hadn’t asked him at the gala you probably wouldn’t have
fucked him at all yet. Even with his hardening length poking against your stomach at the
moment, he always seemed to display the epitome of patience. “Please,” you pleaded.

“Please what?” he mocked, hand moving from the back of your neck to palm your breasts
through your shirt. You whined as he kneaded one of your breasts, index and pinky rolling
your nipple through the fabric. “Is there something you wanted from me?”

“Fuck me,” you uttered, attempting to use your free hand to palm him through his slacks.

He briefly let go of the hand above your head to grab your free one, easily holding both of
your wrists in his hands above you. “Oh, didn’t you know?” he teased. “Only good girls get
what they ask for. Sluts take whatever they can get.”

You immediately whined, moving your hands above your head but the action was futile. You
wouldn’t be going anywhere. “Just let me know if something is too much,” he murmured
against your lips. “I’ll stop, alright?”

You nodded, knowing he would never do anything that crossed your boundaries. Even with
him taking the lead, you loved that the element of control was always yours.
His hands moved to knead your other nipple through the shirt. The movement was
excruciatingly slow and you couldn't help but writhe against him again. It was only now you
realized how amazing his body was; strong and sturdy without being too overbearing. He
expertly used one hand to undo the buttons on your shirt and released your breasts from the
cups of your bra.

He dipped his head down to let his tongue swirl around one of your nipples and then sucked
the peak into his mouth. You mewled, your hands moving out of instinct rather than any
desire to leave the position you were currently in. His mouth moved across your chest to suck
your other nipple into his mouth, letting his teeth nip the surrounding area. He pressed his
hips against you, keeping you firmly in place as he continued ravishing your breasts.

He pulled back, admiring his work. Your chest was littered with his declaration of his claim
on you. You were just grateful he chose more prominent marks to be placed on your chest
rather than your neck.

Next, his hands were on the button of your slacks, which he undid quickly. He pulled them
down your legs so they bunched around your ankles. Luckily, you were able to step out of
them without fail. His hand caressed the soft skin of your stomach before trailing downwards,
stroking the damp spot of your panties through the fabric. Two fingers ran slowly through
your clothed sex, his thumb stimulating your clit. “Aw, you’re soaked, Princess. Is this why
you were saying please?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, attempting to move your hips against his hand.

“I’ve barely even touched you,” he snickered. “Why are you so wet?” The movement of his
hand seemed to be slower with every word he spoke, and you felt like you were going to
explode. “Hm? No answer?”

“Y-you really turn me on,” you sputtered out, making eye contact with him.

“I turn you on, but you were still okay with going on a date with another guy,” he tsked. “I’m
really going to have to show you that I don’t like sharing. Never have, and I don’t plan to
either.” You didn’t think it was possible, but his hand was now barely moving against you.
His thumb was only grazing against your clit now, barely even giving it any stimulation.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out.

“Oh, I know.” Slowly, his fingers traveled beneath the hem of your panties and began tugging
them down your legs, which you happily stepped out of. You were panting already,
anticipating his touch, or rather his teasing.

His fingers assumed the same position with two gliding through your folds and his thumb on
your clit, but it was even more unbearable without the layer of fabric. He let his index finger
slip inside of you, slowly pumping the digit in and out as you desperately clenched around it.
No way it compared to having his cock buried inside of you, and you couldn’t help but whine
again. “I’m going to be good,” you pleaded. “Please.”
“No need to tell me what I already know,” he mumbled, digit lazily still moving in and out of
you. You wanted and needed more, but you knew the only thing you could make him do was
stop if you so wished.

But you didn’t want that, at all.

The speed of his movements were torture until he finally slipped another finger inside of you.
A sigh of relief left your mouth as you grew more content with the more he filled you. Your
moans began to fill the room as his digits started to move more quickly in and out of you. His
fingers curled, and you felt yourself reaching your peak.

You let out another moan and closed your eyes as you felt his lips press gently against yours.
“Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” you squeaked out.

“Isn’t that nice?” The movement of his fingers slowed down and his thumb left your clit. The
high you were chasing was slowly fizzling as the pressure that was building in your lower
half dissipated.

He removed his fingers entirely, shoving his index and middle finger in your mouth. “Suck,”
he instructed. You hollowed your cheeks around the digits, moaning at your own taste. He
was enraptured watching you as your tongue swirled around his fingers, his cock pulsing
against you in his slacks. “Fuck.”

Your arms were starting to ache with the position they were in over your head, but you
continued to suck his fingers diligently. He began to pump them in and out of your mouth,
occasionally pressing them flat against your tongue to see how deep they could go without
triggering your gag reflex. You breathed around the digits easily, salvia dribbling down your
mouth and onto your breasts.

He let out another chuckle looking at you. “You’re drooling, Princess.” But he didn’t stop,
continuing to fuck your mouth with his fingers. You moaned around his fingers, feeling
yourself starting to reach that peak again. You did your best to shift your chest against him to
at least stimulate your nipples since your hips were securely pinned, but he noticed, removing
his fingers from your mouth. “You want to come badly, huh?”

You nodded pathetically, knowing your voice would give away just how desperate you were.
His fingers were back between your legs, gliding through your arousal again. “Do you get it
now?” You nodded again quickly. “But I’ll fuck some sense into that head of yours, just in
case.”

He removed the grip from the hands above your head, and quickly led you over to the couch.
You barely had time to enjoy the reprieve from your aching arms before you were facedown,
his hands guiding your hips up. You heard the sound of him undoing his belt and you feared
you would come the instant he slipped himself inside of you.

His hands palmed the flesh of your ass, and then he slammed inside of you. You were already
so aroused, the force of his entry was just what you needed to finally get some relief. You let
out a moan, parting your legs and arching your back a little more to feel as much as him as
possible. “Just desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” he taunted, pulling his hips back before
slamming back into you.

A moan slipped from your lips before you could even think about answering, and slammed
into you again. The movement of his hips were fast, brutal, relentless. It felt so fucking good,
your tears were beginning to stain the fabric of your couch, and you were just hoping he
would let you come this time.

He wrangled your arms on your back, one hand holding them together while the other stayed
on your hip. “You think he was going to make you feel like this?”

“No,” you sobbed out, your breaths becoming shallow and shaky.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “I didn’t think so either.”

He didn’t didn’t deviate from his pace, continuing to fuck you hard and fast. You don’t know
how long your face was shoved into the couch, or how many moans you let out, but you were
loving the feeling. Probably more than you should have.

“ Kento ,” you cried out, feeling your orgasm on the horizon.

Without breaking pace, he released your arms and pushed you down so you laid flat on your
stomach. He crawled on top of you, wrapping a large hand around the front of your throat and
whispering in your ear, “You going to let me fill up this pretty, little pussy again?”

“Yes! Yes!” The new angle was even better, feeling the security of his body on top of yours.

His other hand reached beneath you and started rubbing your clit slowly contrasted to the
ferocity of his thrusts. You were done for, feeling your body go limp beneath him as your
orgasm had you moaning his name. You clenched around his cock as he licked the shell of
your ear, his thrusts beginning to slow down.

With a final thrust and a grunt, he stilled as he came inside of you. You moaned softly as you
felt him spill inside, feeling him thrust a few times to fuck it into you.

The warmth of his body disappeared as he sat up, using the back of his hand to wipe the
sweat that was forming at his forehead. You laughed softly at the sight, getting up from the
couch to grab a bottle of water for him that he gratefully took. You bit your lip before
deciding to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head into
his neck.

He welcomed you, letting his large hands rub soft circles into your back. You sat in silence
for a while, enjoying each other’s touch and the steady rise and fall of each other’s chest.

“We’re still talking at dinner tomorrow, by the way,” he whispered.

“Looking forward to it.”

Chapter End Notes

sorry to everyone that likes seeing drama to the max, I am a baby and like to see
characters make up ASAP
also sorry if I am slow/did not reply to comments on the last chapter!! but of course
thanks for the comments ⋆˚☆˖° I appreciate them all!!

everyone does have different viewpoints so I guess I will share mine just cus some
people asked elsewhere! men r scary *sob* and sukuna (imo-- but also kind of canon
cus he would unalive women & children) would be the type to retaliate after rejection.
femicide due to rejection is very real! martyr complexes are also real! thats the only
thing I had in mind while writing! but this also still is fiction & characters will act in
ways that do not always reflect reality for (convoluted) ~plot~hehe :D (I promise I am
not being condescending, it was just a little insight to why it was written as is) ♡ ♡ but
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 The Dinner
Chapter Summary

The time for dinner and the big talk with Nanami has arrived, and you're locked and
loaded with a proposition for him.

Chapter Notes

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everyone that wanted to see more!! :D also sorry this chapter is lowkey long as fuck
(10k words) but I didn't see any point in breaking it up sorry sorry sorry !! ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

also, happy birthday Nanamin!!! hehehehe ₊˚⊹♡ anyway, I hope it is still enjoyable!

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Nanami stayed for about an hour and left afterwards. You showered after and laid in bed,
finding it hard to wipe the smile off your face.

Perhaps he really did fuck some sense into you, because with his reassurance, you knew this
could work. You were almost sure it would. How would be the better question, but you would
be crossing that bridge tomorrow.

You knew Nanami said you two would talk at dinner after work tomorrow, but you bit your
lip as you grabbed your phone and stared at his contact. The only thread there was from the
morning of the gala when he said he was outside. Your fingers hovered over the letters for a
moment, wondering if sending what was on your mind would be too brazen, but fuck it.
What you wanted to say wasn’t anything as close to his brazen display at the bar earlier.

Hi, I know you said we would go to dinner after work, but I was hoping I could go home
first? Change into something a bit nicer? You wanted to lock your phone and throw it across
the room as soon as you hit send, but bubbles already popped up indicating he was typing.

A real date then. Of course, Princess. I will adjust the reservation time and pick you up
later in the evening after I drop you home.

You don’t know how many times you reread the text before realizing you should reply.
Sounds great, I’m excited! Thank you so much.

Likewise. Just one thing.

Your smile didn’t falter in the slightest even though you didn’t have a clue what the one thing
would be. It was evident the man was full of surprises. And what’s that, Mr. Nanami?

Well, perhaps more than one thing. You rolled over your stomach, crossing your legs
waiting for his subsequent replies. I would love to see you in a skirt again tomorrow.
Additionally, if you omit information from me again, I will be obligated to choke the shit
out of you.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you after reading that text. You were pretty sure on
his end, he wasn’t laughing at all, but that made it even funnier. Your wish is my command,
& don’t worry I’ll tell you everything from now on. Are you interested in knowing when my
next cycle starts?

Thank you, and sure. Your laughter persisted as bubbles indicated he was typing something
else. But based on your begging lately something tells me you’re ovulating.

This man was quite the comedian. Bye, Kento!

Sleep well, Princess. You smiled at the series of text messages again before locking your
phone and heading to bed.

~~~

You woke up the next morning, agonizing over what to wear today. It would be for Nanami
after all. You decided on a simple black skirt that settled around your knees with stockings
and a white, bow collared shirt. You slipped into your black heels and got ready to head out.

Once at the office, you took a breath and walked into Nanami’s office with his breakfast in
hand. He was still on a call, so you sheepishly locked the door and took a seat in the singular
chair available.

His eyes gazed over you, giving you a once over before throwing a thumb-up your way. You
rolled your eyes, but toyed with the hem of your skirt nonetheless.

He sighed as the call came to an end, ten minutes past its scheduled time, and took a sip of
his coffee. “Please, come over here.”

You stood, trying to hide the smile on your face as you made comfortable strides toward him.
Standing between his open legs, his fingers tapped the back of your knees. “This okay?”

“That's fine,” you answered affirmatively. “I know we’re talking later and all, but there was
just something on my mind I wanted to talk about now… if that’s okay.”

His hands started to venture higher, rubbing slow circles into the flesh of your thighs. “Of
course, whatever you want.”

“About um, Ryomen,” you began sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about that,” he quickly assured.

“I mean,” you whispered. “He knows where I work and knows what you look like and all. I
just don’t want to put you in danger.” You had no confirmation at all that he even was a
dangerous man, but something about him just made you uneasy.

“If he doesn’t want to spend a couple of years in jail, then there’s nothing to worry about,” he
laughed lightly. “You don’t think your safety is always on my mind?”

You felt a flush creeping into your cheeks, but knitted your brow all the same. “Jail?” The
word sounded unfamiliar coming from your mouth. “Why would he be going to jail?”

“I won’t bother you with all the details,” he murmured, “but I looked into some of his…
ventures. Sent him a very nice email a little after I got home last night.”

Your brain felt like a hamster furiously running on wheel trying to piece together what the
fuck he meant. You needed to be bothered with the details, quite frankly. “I’m not sure I
really understand what you mean.”

“I’m really not interested in talking about this man anymore after this,” he sighed. “He does
tattoos, and some of the shops are legit, just not all of them. Had my auditor take a look at
some records that I won’t disclose exactly how I obtained…” He cleared his throat before he
continued. “Needless to say there were some discrepancies that led him down a rabbit hole,
enough to be reported to the authorities so…” his voice trailed off.

Realization washed over you, and a smirk crept onto your face. “Are you saying you
blackmailed him, Mr. Nanami?”

“I said no such thing,” he argued. “I simply made him aware that I know some things he
doesn’t want other people to know. That’s all.”

“Should I get a dictionary for you?” you teased, “because that certainly sounds like blackmail
to me.”

He rolled his eyes. “That’s neither here nor there. The point is he won't bother you, or me.
You have nothing to worry about, okay?”

You felt truly relieved. Not just relieved, but reassured yet again. You definitely never wanted
to see that menacing man again, and surely keeping his business activities under wraps
should be enough motivation for him to fuck off. “Thank you,” you gushed. “I… really
appreciate that.”

“You’re very welcome,” he soothed. “If there’s anything else I can do, please let me know.
Anything at all.” He continued rubbing the flesh of his thighs as his eyes made contact with
yours, full of adoration and sincerity.

You cupped your hands around his face while pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You knew you
wanted to stop the office antics, but you just couldn’t help it. Looking at his face made you
melt more with every glance. “I’m really excited for later, where are we going?” You
suddenly paled, hoping this restaurant wasn’t the same caliber as the gala. Then again, it
would be nice to go to that boutique again.
“Relax, you can wear whatever you want,” he laughed softly. “Whatever you think you’ll
look best in. It’s not a formal place, just one I frequent and that I think you’ll also enjoy.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “Do you want to come over afterwards?” Was that too much to
ask? “Maybe?” you added quickly. “No pressure or anything, of course!”

“On a work night,” he teased. “I don’t know. That would be very irresponsible.”

Your cheeks heated thinking of your face being shoved into the couch cushion yesterday, a
Monday night. “I don’t know, Mr. Nanami. Something tells me you’ll be able to work it out
just fine.”

“Heh,” he quipped. “I suppose I can find some way to make that happen.” You were already
looking forward to another fantastic night of getting your guts rearranged, no matter what he
was saying to you right now.

Despite the desire already pooling in your lower belly, maybe it was time to take a page from
his book. He always won the patient game. You took a tentative step back smiling slyly as
you made your way towards the locked door. “Well, I hope your breakfast is to your liking.
Gojo is also bringing us sushi again today, so I’ll see you then.”

He raised an eyebrow at your exit, although this time it was filled with curiosity rather than
confusion compared to your hasty exit the day before. You couldn’t help the good mood you
were in today. You knew you were probably in for a world of teasing once Gojo came, but
you couldn’t even care.

By the time lunch rolled around, you dragged your chair into Nanami’s office and left the
door ajar waiting for Gojo to arrive. No sooner than you took your seat, Gojo barreled his
way inside, Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji in tow.

“Nanamin!” Gojo and Yuji said in unison. Gojo put the bags of food on Nanami’s desk, a
tentative hand on his chin. “We need some more chairs. I guess I don’t mind sitting on your
desk though…”

“You will do no such thing,” Nanami grunted. “There are chairs in the conference room,
more than enough actually.”

“ Gosh you are never any fun,” Gojo grumbled as he stomped off in the direction of the
conference room, returning with three extra chairs. Everyone got settled into their seats as
Gojo began to lay out the food.

Once everyone's plates were appropriately filled, Gojo looked between you, Nobara, Yuji,
and Nanami, raising an eyebrow. You were lost, as was Megumi who decided to look down at
his food instead.

“So!” Gojo began. “Anything… interesting happened to anybody yesterday?” His eyes
surveyed everyone except for Megumi once more. “Okay, I guess I’ll start then. I saw this
huge squirrel outside my office window and then it fell out of a tree, poor thing.”
“Oh, I’ll go next!” Yuji was raising his hand, despite the words already beginning to tumble
out of his mouth. “I saw Nanamin almost get into a bar fight yesterday with some dude! He
was all like ‘ Rawr, stay away from my girl! ’. It was awesome!” His hands were up with his
fingers perched to resemble a dinosaur.

You turned your head silently to look at him. Yuji was… there? What the fuck.

“Oh, yeah! That was pretty awesome,” Nobara chimed in after swallowing a piece of sushi.
“That dude was literally so shocked. He was just standing there for like five minutes even
after he left.” She tapped her chin before adding, “But then the dude got like, super agro to
the bartender after and they asked him to get the fuck out. Loser behavior.”

You turned to look at Nobara, who was now engrossed in an animated conversation with Yuji
about yesterday’s events. Maybe you were so nervous you hadn’t seen them in there when
you went, but still. Could you really have missed them?

Gojo focused his attention on you, saying your name in a playful voice. “And you? Anything
interesting?”

Your brain was still searching for an explanation of how the fuck Yuji and Nobara were in the
same place without you taking notice before you could come up with a coherent answer.
What really happened yesterday besides the bar incident and getting fucked like a slut that
could be deemed appropriate to answer Gojo? Nothing, if you were being real. “I uh, emailed
some really interesting manuscripts?”

“ Riiiiiight, ” Gojo answered, steepling his fingers to look at Nanami. “So, a bar fight, eh
Nanamin? Did you break a beer bottle over someone’s head? I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“I said he almost got into a bar fight,” Yuji corrected, talking through a mouth full of food.

“Aw,” Gojo pouted. “So he didn’t even throw a punch or anything?”

“Why would Mr. Nanami waste his time fighting people in a random bar?” Megumi grunted.
“He has resources to outsource people to do that for him, if he wanted.”

“You’re right!” Gojo exclaimed. “So did you get the dude beat up afterwards?” he asked.

“I did nothing of the sort,” Nanami deadpanned. “I had a simple conversation, that’s it.”

“Oh, so who was the girl?” Gojo beamed.

“What do you mean?” Yuji asked with a furrowed brow, turning his head to look at you. “You
already know who it was. I sent you the picture, hello?”

The picture? You looked at Nanami and cocked a brow, and his expression faltered for only a
moment as he sheepishly turned his attention toward Yuji.

“Oh yeah, the picture!” Gojo entertained. His attention was back on you. “So are you sure the
manuscripts were the only interesting thing that happened for you yesterday?”
“Positive,” you murmured. “What about you, Megumi?”

The rest of the lunch hour was spent talking about the gala where the kids mostly talked
about all the people they were able to meet and the food they ate. They also talked about how
they were able to raid the kitchen by bribing one of the servers to let them in through the
back without anyone noticing.

At the end, they thanked Nanami for letting them spend lunch in his office as they made their
way back to Gojo’s building. You were returning from the break room where you were
putting the rest of the food to see Gojo leaning against your desk. You cleared your throat,
approaching apprehensively without a clue of what to expect.

“Hey! Do you think we could talk for a sec?” he asked, then looked towards Nanami’s closed
office door. “Somewhere a bit more private?” His voice was much lower this time, jutting his
head towards one of the empty conference rooms.

“Oh, um, sure,” you chirped.

You were reaching for your laptop and notepad when his easy laughter filled the air. “Nothing
formal like that, trust me.”

You followed Gojo in the direction of the conference room where he opened the door for you
and locked it behind him. “I’ll just cut to the chase, I know Nanami is happy around you, and
I would like to say you feel the same about him. Am I correct?”

“Oh!” you felt your face flush, more so from the admission of Nanami being happy around
you. “Yeah,” you whispered, “I enjoy being around him.” You honestly did. You knew there
was much to learn about him, but the mutual connection and interest was there, no refuting
that.

“I don’t need all the details of when he started to actually be a person with feelings around
you, but you two are cute as shit, and I want it to work,” he continued. “But I’ll be honest, the
whole dating your boss thing isn’t going to be easy.”

Like you didn’t already know that, but hearing it from someone else out loud made the reality
of the situation really sink in. “I know,” you sighed.

“I’ve been there and done that already,” he laughed. “It was a fucking mess and by no means
should you two take the plunge under those conditions, so…” He reached into his back
pocket, retrieving a folded up piece of paper and thrusting it towards you.

You furrowed your brow curiously before accepting it, unfolding it carefully and scanning the
contents of the page. The letterhead was Gojo’s company, and the text below was an offer for
the position as his personal assistant. The hours and benefits were the same, but there was a
notably handsome increase in the base salary with even more opportunities for bonuses.

Your mouth was agape as you looked back up at Gojo. “Look, I want this to be easy for you
two. Not a chance Nanami will let you go, and you two shouldn’t feel like you have to sneak
around like you’re Romeo and Juliet and shit. So just come work for me instead. You already
know how close the offices are and the job will be the same, what do you say?”

“I…” There wasn’t even room for modesty, because this was exactly what you needed. The
solution to the problem was literally in the palm of your hands; There was no need to look a
gift horse in the mouth. You knew Nanami wouldn’t be exactly pleased with your leaving, but
surely he would understand the bigger picture.

“Oh, come on,” Gojo encouraged, taking your lack of answer as contemplation. “Wouldn’t it
be more fun visiting him on lunch breaks for hanky panky rather than doing it while working
with him?”

You paled, your mouth drying at his words. “Hanky panky on the clock?” you laughed
nervously. “Whaaaat? That's crazy.”

He raised a seemingly all knowing eyebrow. “I do hope you think I’m not stupid.”

“Anyway!” you exclaimed, looking down at the offer again with sweaty hands. “This is
pretty much perfect,” you whispered, a smile small forming on your lips.

“And I’ll adjust anything as needed, really,” he assured with a nod. “Just let me know.”

“But when would this start?” you frowned. “I would have a lot of loose ends to tie up here.”

He shrugged, “Whenever you would want, or whenever Nanami finds a new assistant, I
guess.” A shadow of doubt crossed your mind thinking about someone else working with
Nanami, him falling for someone else that would take your position the same way he fell for
you, but you pushed it aside. You couldn’t think negatively like that.

“Um,” you whispered. “But if Kento and I… I don’t know…”

“Your job is safe if you two happen to break up. But if the man was sure you’d say yes, I’m
sure he would propose to you right now and work out all the other shit later,” he smiled. “I
tried to get him to just ask you to dinner months ago and he agonized over it before deciding
it would be ‘too forward’ or whatever. He’s not going anywhere.”

You breathed another sigh of relief, the doubtful cloud completely gone now. “Why do you
think I got that gala ticket for you? Surely he must have told you by now. He would probably
still be jacking off to you at home if I hadn’t.”

You laughed, although the thought of his strong hands stroking himself to the image of you
quickly made you go quiet. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking of that. You cleared your
throat quickly. “I guess there is one more thing I have to ask.”

“Shoot.”

“You said you've been there, done that… how did it work out, exactly?”

He cocked his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips, “The same way this is playing
out.”
“Oh!” You wanted to pry more, but wasn’t sure how appropriate it would be to ask. This
would be your future boss, after all. But your curiosity was far too great. “So they went to
work somewhere else is what you’re saying.”

“Yep!” he beamed. “My partner works here, with Nanamin.”

What.

You stared at him blankly. Partner? You didn’t even know Gojo was in a relationship.
“What.” Shit, did you say that out loud? “Not what,” you corrected quickly. “I uh, just didn’t
know.”

“Well you know Suguru, don’t you?”

What.

He laughed loudly, seeing the look on your face. “My Sugu baby! Y’know, long hair, head of
the finance department-”

“Yes, I know Mr. Geto,” you confirmed. You were more than familiar with him. Not that you
particularly knew anything about him personally but you didn’t think anyone so reserved and
level headed would be with… Gojo. “So he used to be your assistant?” Another question
came to your head. “Wait, why didn’t he come to the gala with you?”

“He was at some stupid finance conference or something,” he grumbled, shaking his head.
“He goes to it every year and it just happened to fall on the same day as the gala this year, so
dumb.” He shook his head again. “Anyway, he actually used to be my intern. I already knew I
wanted him.”

A glossy look formed in his eyes as he began recounting the story. “I hired him right after his
internship period was over. I may have been a bit aggressive in my pursuit,” he gushed. “He
threatened to tell HR I was harassing him, but I knew he was into me.”

“Well, how did you know?” you pondered.

“Heh, who can really resist my charm?” he beamed. “Too long of eye contact, fingers
brushing, lunch dates that ran far too long. The works.” He sighed contently at the memory.
“Then he told me flat out he would not date me while working for me, and he sure as fuck
was serious,” Gojo chuckled.

You nodded, knowing exactly where Geto’s head was at. Gojo clasped his hands together,
“So I asked Nanamin at the time if there was any room in his finance department, and the rest
is history.”

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face hearing the story. You looked down at
the paper again, folding it where it was already creased and slipping it into the pocket of your
skirt. “Thank you so much, this really means a lot.”

“Of course!” Gojo cheered. “But I suggest you tell Nanamin as soon as you can.”
The timing was more than perfect; you would bring the letter to dinner tonight. You were
going to mention anyway that you would need to find a new job, and here it was. You nodded
quickly as Gojo turned to open the door to the conference room.

Nanami was standing at your desk, raising an eyebrow seeing you exit with Gojo. Gojo
clapped Nanami playfully on the shoulder before saying, “See you later!” He made his exit,
scurrying off in the direction of the elevator.

“What was that?” he frowned. “Please don’t tell me he was harassing you. I don’t want to
have to ban him from the office, because he surely will find a way back in here.”

“Nothing to worry about, I promise,” you answered easily.

“Mhm,” he grunted.

“Why were you out here anyway?” You poked at his chest. “You always have meetings today
after lunch.”

“Got canceled, figured I would just see what you were up to.”

You took a seat at your desk, waking your sleeping desktop. The offer letter was burning hot
in your pocket, but you wanted to present it at dinner later. “If you missed me, just say that.”

He rolled his eyes, making idle conversation with you before retreating back into his office.

At the end of the day he drove you home, saying he would be back to pick you up at eight,
planting a kiss on your lips as he made his departure. You took a shower, standing bare in
front of your closet.

You ruffled through all your clothes, unsure exactly of what you wanted to put on. Definitely
a dress or a skirt. You knew black was his favorite color, so you narrowed it down to that.

Another rifle through your closet and you pulled out a dress that you had only worn once. It
had a square neck with delicate lace trimming around the neckline and the short sleeves. Lace
also adorned the bottom of the mini dress that flared at the end. You put on your
undergarments and slipped the dress over your head, satisfied with your choice. You wanted
to add some flair to the dress, and opted for thigh high stockings supported with black garters
beneath the dress. You did a small spin in the mirror, smiling as the material of the dress
flared around you.

You looked at your phone for the time; you still had forty five minutes before he would
arrive. You decided to slip into your shoes anyway, platform pink mary janes with a heart on
buckle. Settling at the vanity, you swiped some gloss over your lips and used a spoolie to
comb your eyebrow hairs into place. You applied a layer of mascara and did some winged
liner, satisfied with the result.

You put your wallet and keys into a black crossbody bag along with Gojo’s offer letter and
your lip gloss. You sprayed your favorite perfume on your wrists, the nape of your neck, and
behind your ears. You looked at your phone again, and time had dwindled until there was
about twenty minutes left until he would come. You knew he more than likely would be early,
so you sat on the couch with your phone in hand waiting to receive a text from him.

No more than ten minutes later, your phone went off. It was Nanami texting, I’m here.
Please take your time. You were up before even reading the whole text, flying to the
elevators and seeing Nanami standing outside the car. He wore blue chinos with a brown belt
and a white button down shirt with the first few buttons undone. You bit your lip seeing a hint
of his chest, he looked the fuck good.

You walked toward him, his arms instantly stretching out to wrap around your waist to bring
your body against him. One hand rested on your chin so he could comfortably press his lips
against yours. “You look great, Princess.”

“Thank you,” you gushed. He pressed another kiss against your lips, proceeding to pepper
various parts of your face with light kisses. “Oh come on,” you protested, “I’m hungry.”

“Alright, alright,” he resigned, pressing one more kiss against your forehead before letting
you go so he could open the door for you. You still had no idea where the two of you were
eating, but the ride there took you past downtown. After about a forty minute drive, the two
of you stopped where you were greeted by a valet.

Nanami got out and opened your door, handing over the keys to the valet. He extended his
hand which you gladly took, and walked down a small winding path adorned with yellow
fairy lights where you could see the entrance of the restaurant. The shrubs made it hard to see
the name, but you guessed it didn’t actually matter much. He gave the hostess his name, and
you two were promptly led to a table where a napkin folded into a swan sat in the middle.

Yeah, you could already tell this shit was probably expensive as fuck.

He pulled out your chair for you, and no sooner than your ass hit the chair, a waiter with a
buzz cut in black suit greeted you two with a wine list and menu. You scanned it quickly to
laugh at the prices mentally, but they weren’t even listed.

“You’re insane,” you said to Nanami.

“What did I do?” he questioned.

You let out a light laugh and just shook your head, looking at the appetizers offered. “Can we
get calamari?”

“Yes,” he answered, “are you ready to talk?”

You put the menu down. “Damn, can they at least bring the bread out first?”

He laughed lightly, drumming his fingers against the menu. “Apologies, I guess I have been
pretty eager to have this conversation with you for some days now.”

He was eager, but you were anxious. The thought of the Sukuna thing being settled eased
your mind, but you were a bit nervous how he would react to Gojo’s offer letter. He’ll
understand, he did the same for a friend , was the mantra you repeated mentally. “Well,
what’s a few more minutes when you’ve already been waiting some days?” you chuckled,
picking up the menu again to see the selection of entrees.

“I suppose,” he muttered as the waiter put some bread accompanied by butter and some kind
of other spread you weren’t familiar with to the table.

He ordered the calamari on your behalf, and asked if you wanted any wine. You looked over
the menu again, and wine was only served by the bottle. “Are you having any?” you asked.

“No, I’m driving,” he answered sternly.

“Then no,” you pouted. “That’s not fair to you.”

“Very well.” It didn’t seem like that was something he would budge on, so you didn’t push it.
“Ready to order?”

“I didn’t even see you look at the menu.”

“I know what I’m getting.” You remembered eating breakfast at the expensive ass cafe, he
didn’t look at the menu there either. Can’t knock a man of habit.

“I’ll have the lamb chops with a side of mac and cheese,” you ordered confidently, handing
your menu to the waiter.

He ordered a steak with lobster tails, and steepled his fingers on the table. “Bread’s here.
Let’s talk.”

You cleared your throat. “Right.” You took a breath before retrieving the folded up letter
from your bag, sliding it across the table to Nanami.

He furrowed his brow at the action, unfolding it slowly. You watched as his brown eyes
scanned the words on the page, a scowl forming on his lips. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” he affirmed.

You blinked at the single word answer he had yet again given you. “Yes.”

“No.” He refolded the paper, sliding it back across the table. “That isn’t talking, by the way.
That’s reading.”

You wouldn’t back down, not from this. “I don’t see where this could go if we keep working
together, Kento.”

“Then open your eyes. I can even get you glasses if needed,” he asserted. “It can go to plenty
of places. I don’t see what role employment plays.”

What the…
It was no secret how snarky he could be, but you didn’t think you would be on the receiving
end of it. You repeated the mantra in your head again before choosing your words. “Are you
serious?” There wasn’t a chance he could be.

“Nothing in my policy says anything regarding relationships among employees. I couldn’t

care less.” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m unsure what about it bothers you.”

“That doesn’t stop people from talking shit,” you retorted, minding the volume of your voice.
“Who knows what kind of crazy rumors will start?”

“Like I care about the opinions of other people,” he scoffed.

You clenched your fists beneath the table, taking a deep breath. The last thing you wanted to
show was any frustration when he appeared to be as cool as a cucumber. “I do.”

“Then don’t.”

You stared at him blankly, and he stared back at you. You don’t know how long you two were
having this staring contest before the waiter returned with the calamari. He smiled, saying the
food would be out shortly as he looked between the two of you. His smile seemed to drop as
he sensed the tension and he slowly made his exit to tend to his other tables.

You didn’t bother to touch the appetizer. You knew you needed to use your trump card.
Surely he would now know why he saw you and Gojo exiting the conference room together
earlier, but you didn’t give a damn right now. “I know about Gojo and Mr. Geto,” you
informed. “And how you so graciously helped them.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and his lip tightened. He took a sip of his water, his
gulp audible. “Irrelevant,” he brushed off. “That was their choice, this is completely
different.”

“Oh really?” You leaned back in your seat. “How?”

He remained silent.

“Gojo also knows we’ve been fooling around in the office,” you added. Surely that would
strike a nerve considering the emphasis he always placed on no one knowing what was going
on when his door was locked.

His eyes widened before turning into slits. His cool was breaking. “He’s one person that
doesn’t even work in the office. So what?”

“So how long will it be before someone that actually works in the office finds out?” You
cocked your head to the side. “Hmm?” you instigated.

He remained silent again.

The staring contest resumed as the waiter returned, bringing out the entrees. The waiter
smiled nervously as he walked into another tense moment, arranging the untouched appetizer
on the table so the entrees fit in front of the two of you comfortably. The food smelt and
looked good as fuck, but you refused to uncross your arms until this conversation was settled.

Although you hoped it would be soon, because you were hungry.

“They won’t,” he argued, uncertainty lacing his voice.

“Kento, if you want this to work, I’m going to work at Gojo’s office,” you snapped, your
burning eyes narrowing at him. This seemed to shock him to his core.. “Of course you don’t
care about the opinion of people whose paycheck you sign. It’s completely different for me.
That is my decision.”

You admittedly were irritated, and couldn’t stop talking. “Do you even know how hard it was
for me to get this job in the first place?” Silence. “Five fucking interviews, Kento. Maybe
you saw my resume at the last point and it was ultimately your decision to hire me, but it’s
not like you were there for even one of those interviews.”

His lips remained tight as his throat bobbed. Perhaps he wanted to say something, but you
weren’t done. “Your career is already established, mine is just getting started, so yeah, I do
give a fuck what people think of me. I rather not be the girl who… ” You were looking for
the right words, because you didn’t want to shame anyone, but you had to be real for a
second. “I would rather not be not be the person who would do anything to reach their goals
when I know working hard can get me where I want to be, and staying with you when we
want more is a setback.”

His eyes dimmed slightly, but all you could do was shake your head. “I literally have the
perfect chance to continue my career and be with you but… I can’t sacrifice the career I’ve
been building for you. All it takes is one shitty person calling me a slut or something, and I
can be branded as that forever. Next thing I know, some other sleazy person is going to
expect that of me too. Don't you get that? Is that really what you would want people thinking
about me?”

“Of course not,” he answered immediately. He stared at you for a few beats longer before
letting out a sigh, his shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry, Princess.” You slowly unfolded your
arms, letting one land on the table. He reached across the table tentatively to grab your hand,
and you couldn’t help but let him. “I was being oblivious, I’m sorry,” he apologized again.

“I don’t want my willingness to want you around to be the same thing that pushes you away,”
he said softly, his thumb caressing the front of your hand. “I can’t let my subjective view
invalidate your feelings and cloud my judgment. Of course I want you to be a few feet away
from me all the time; it doesn’t make me happy that this is the best solution, but I understand.
I’m sorry I was such an ass just now.”

Your eyes softened as you bit your lip softly. “I’ll support whatever you think will make this
work,” he continued. “I want the chance to make you happy more than anything. I’m not
going to let my stupid attitude be the reason this ends before we could even start something,”
he declared.
Your frustration melted away at his words, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I want to be
able to kiss you loud and proud without being known as the girl screwing her boss, or
whatever other shitty things people could say. I don’t want this to be a secret,” you said
quietly. “I’ve always thought about something like this, it being a reality never crossed my
mind,” you admitted. “So I want it to be 100% or nothing at all, no more sneaking around.”

He nodded affirmingly, extending your hand in his direction to place a kiss on your knuckles.
“I was being a coward for even implying you deserve anything less than that. Especially
knowing firsthand how disastrous it could be,” he chuckled lightly. “I’ll make that up to you,
I promise.”

“I suppose I could find it in my heart to forgive you,” you said softly. You were just more
than happy he understood. As much as you didn’t want to end it right here right now, there
wouldn’t be another option if he didn’t understand. “But yeah you do have some making up
to do, you were irritating me when I was already hungry.”

He pressed another quick kiss to your knuckles before releasing your hand. “Let me let you
eat now, thank you for not ripping my head off.”

You finally felt relieved. A smile graced your lip as he stabbed a piece of calamari on his
fork, dipping it in the sweet chili sauce and extended it toward you. “Ahhh,” he cooed. You
couldn’t even help the giggle that erupted from you as you opened your mouth. The texture
and taste were absolutely perfect. You closed your eyes and chewed, savoring the taste.

“Want another?” you nodded, and he repeated the action in feeding you the calamari. You
could get used to this, for sure.

You finally went in to cut into the lamb which was to no surprise, cooked to perfection. The
char on the outside complimented the tenderness of the meat, and the seasoning was just
right. You went in for a bite for the mac and cheese, already happy with the cheese pull when
you poked your fork in to get a bite. You closed your eyes and chewed, more than satisfied
with the taste.

You gathered another bike on the fork, extending it out to Nanami. He had to lean in closer
due to the difference in arm length, but he had no issue doing so, enclosing his lips around
your fork and giving a nod of approval.

“Here, have a taste,” he offered, cutting a piece of his meal for you. The two of you went
back and forth, occasionally feeding each other bites of your meals.

You both polished off your plates when the water came back around. He seemed relieved
with the lack of tension this time around. “Dessert?” he smiled.

Nanami eyed you, then the waiter. “Whatever she wants.”

He turned to face you, awaiting your answer. “I’ll take a look at the menu, thank you.”

He nodded and left to retrieve the menu. “You don’t want anything?”
“Oh, I’m definitely planning on feasting on something sweet tonight. Don’t doubt that.”

You couldn't help the flush that crept up your neck and into your face at the admission. You
did boldly ask earlier in the day if he wanted to come back to your place earlier.

Thinking back to earlier in the day actually…

“What picture was Yuji talking about earlier?” He shifted in his seat. “ Hm? ”

“That’s how I knew where you were yesterday,” he admitted. “I was making it my mission to
see where you had gone regardless, but I guess you didn’t see Yuji and Nobara sitting at the
booths in the back. Yuji sent a picture to Gojo, and Gojo sent it to me.” He leaned in closer,
his comfort returning. “Maybe choose somewhere that isn’t such a prime location next time?”

Yeah, retrospectively your decision wasn’t the best, but you couldn’t help but laugh. “They’re
really protective over you, huh?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled as the waiter came back over with the dessert menu.

You opted to order the mango sorbet, sharing some with Nanami in the similar fashion in
which you two shared dinner earlier. Once the check was paid for, Nanami walked over to
your seat and offered his hand. You took it gleefully as he led you out of the restaurant and
waited for the valet to bring his car around.

Once securely inside, he closed your door and ensured you were wearing your seatbelt. His
hand landed softly on your knee, his fingers drumming against the material of your thigh
highs, still managing to scorch your skin. “Is this okay?” he asked. You nodded. “I apologize
again about the rocky start to dinner,” he said softly. “I understand you fully. I want to date
you without the complications, and I know working with me is one. I’ll have human
resources know I will be needing someone to take over your position as soon as possible,
okay?”

“Okay,” you replied softly, placing your hand over his, letting your fingers drag across the
skin of his palm. “Are you still going to come over?”

“Depends.”

“On what?” you frowned.

“If you still want me to.”

“Oh just shut up and drive,” you laughed, making him shake his head.

“As you wish, Princess.” He looked down at your hand still on top of his, and you began to
pull it away. “No, no. I like it.”

You smiled as his fingers drummed lazily against your knee as he made the drive back to
your apartment. You were already buzzing with anticipation as he parked the car, and
couldn’t help the skip in your step as he opened the lobby door. You fished out your keys and
opened your door, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck once it was closed.
You pressed a soft kiss against his lips as his arms landed on your waist. He kissed you back
softly, slowly. His lips were in no rush as he walked you backward in the direction of your
bedroom. One hand left your waist, squeezing the flesh of your thighs, making him moan into
your mouth. “You’re so fucking soft,” he mumured, giving your thighs another squeeze. “I
love it.”

You smiled against his mouth at the compliment, insistent on kissing him again. He pressed
another soft against your lips again before instructing, “Lay on your back, would you? I’m
ready for my dessert.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. You reached down to unbuckle your shoes, to which he shook
his head. “I’m taking care of you tonight, you just have to tell me if you want me to stop.”
You nodded quickly, laying on your back against the comforter.

He walked toward you slowly, standing between your legs that were dangling off the edge of
the bed. Both of his hands landed on your knees before inching their way up and to squeeze
the flesh of your thighs again. “I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he groaned softly. “I’m going
to take my time with you tonight.”

You bit your lip as he reached into his pocket. He made his way over to the side of the bed to
be level with your gaze, revealing a tie in his hand. “You don’t have to agree to this, just
thought it would be something different,” he explained. “I just want you to focus on feeling
good, can you do that for me?”

Your mouth went dry as you nodded. It was a tie you had seen him wear often. You always
teased it was leopard print to which he would groan and say it was simply yellow with black
polka dots. He unrolled it in his hands, letting his fingers run over the soft fabric of it. “Good
girl.” He planted a soft kiss on your forehead before placing the tie snugly around your eyes,
tying it in the back so it was firm enough to stay on your head without too much pressure. In
the blink of an eye your vision was completely obscured.

“How about we come up with a safe word, anything you want,” he suggested.

You thought for a moment, your mind coming to a blank. You felt so safe and secure with
him, you didn’t even think you would need one, but there was nothing wrong with being
precautious. “Cheese,” you said slowly. You don’t know why your mind went to that word.
Your mind was still at dinner, you guessed.

“Alright,” he laughed, “cheese it is, Princess. Is it too tight?”

“No, it feels good,” you answered.

“Great.” You felt his hand on the side of your face, his thumb stroking the side of your cheek
as the scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. He was closer to you than before now. “Now
tell me, and don’t get all embarrassed, because I want to have some real fun tonight,” he
began. “Do you have any toys we can play with?”

Oh. “A wand, in the top drawer of the nightstand,” you answered sheepishly, more than
happy you didn’t have to face him to give that answer.
His hand left your face, and you soon heard the creaking of your nightstand drawer opening.
A faint buzzing sound filled the air as he seemed to be playing around with the controls. It
was a pretty simple wand with a flexible silicone head and a plus and minus button to control
the speed. The power button also served its purpose in creating different vibration settings,
some with fast pulses and others with slower ones.

It was almost nerve wracking being unable to see him, but your heart was beating fast in
anticipation. You heard the drawer close and his footsteps, but were unsure where he was
going. His hands were back on you, kneading the flesh of your thighs, then snapping one of
your garters against your legs. “Mhm, I like these,” he mused. “I think I’ll keep these on
you.” One hand began to bunch up the hem of your dress while the other was on your lower
back, encouraging you to arch off the bed.

He was shoving the dress up your body, encouraging your arms up as it got past your
stomach. He tossed it aside and worked on getting your bra strap undone. Once bare for him
from the waist up, his hands trailed back down your body, squeezing your breasts with an
appreciative hum. “Kento,” you murmured, every ounce of his touch feeling like electricity
pulsing through you.

“Hmm?” His hands were now under your thighs, tugging you toward the edge of the bed.
You were admittedly turned on already as you felt his hands working at the hem of your
underwear, snaking them down your legs. “Love how wet you always are for me.” You felt
his lips press a kiss to your inner thigh while his hands were near your ankles working to get
your shoes off.

You felt one shoe drop off while he worked on the other foot, lips moving to kiss the other
thigh. Your other shoe thudded to the ground and you flexed your toes in your tights, anxious
about his next move. Your chest was rapidly rising as you felt his hands snake under your
legs. “Just relax, I’m taking care of you, remember?” You nodded. “Use your words,
Princess. What’s your safe word?”

“Cheese,” you answered, taking slow and even breaths.

“That’s it, good girl. You’re in good hands. I would never hurt you.” His words put you at
ease again. Once your breaths became even again, you felt his lips pressing kisses to your
inner thighs again, and instantly moaned when his tongue made it way from the bottom of
your folds to your clit.

“You taste even sweeter than the sorbet.” His tongue felt like warm, wet velvet as it made
languid strokes against your center. It was like you could feel every taste bud on his tongue as
he worked on devouring you; the ridges of his tongue even more prominent as it made its
way across your wet heat.

Your back arched against the bed as you let out a whimper squeezing your legs around his
head. “Come on, don’t interrupt me during dessert,” he whispered, willing your legs back
open. His tongue continued working your center, slow strokes followed by quick ones that
would revert back to slow ones, the pattern making you whine although you knew what
would come next.
He began to change tempo, his tongue pushing past the tight ring of muscle after a slow lick.
Your arm extended and your nails scraped his undercut as you brought his face closer toward
you. He held onto your thighs tightly as his tongue moved in and out, eliciting a moan with
each movement. “I’m so fucking glad this pussy is mine,” he moaned against you. “And
anyone who even thinks they have a chance with you is stupid.”

“Kento,” you moaned as his tongue exited you. It slowly licked upwards until the hardpoint
was circling your clit. You instantly writhed against him at the action.

“If you want to fuck my face, go ahead. Don’t think I’m letting you go unless you say that
word.” His tongue resumed the spiral motion it was making around your clit, and you cried
out as you held his head in place and bucked your hips. He let out a moan against you as he
sealed his mouth around the sensitive nub.

“Ahh,” you moaned, bucking your hips against his face again. This didn’t deter him in the
slightest as his mouth stayed enclosed around your clit; as his it was his mouth’s job to stay
suctioned to the bud. His nails dug into the flesh of his thighs to ensure you kept your legs
open. Everything felt so much more intense, and you threw your head back as the pain of his
nails juxtaposed the pleasure of his touch.

The pleasure quickly outweighed the pain as one of his fingers slipped into you. You whined,
flexing your toes as you bucked against his face again. He easily slipped another finger into
you as you greedily clenched around them. He unsealed his mouth from your clit to let his
tongue circle it again while his fingers pumped steadily inside of you. When his mouth
returned to your clit, he curled his fingers to begin to stimulate your g-spot.

All of his motions had you releasing moan after moan on the bed as your hips bucked against
his face. With his fingers curled inside of you, he rose from your clit saying, “Come on
Princess, come for me.” You were clenching around him, and one more stroke of his long
fingers against that spongy spot inside of you had you coming all over his face. It may have
been one of the most intense orgasms you’ve experienced with the way your legs were
shaking uncontrollably around him.

He slowly eased his fingers from you, followed by the sound of licking. You knew him well
enough to know he was getting every bit of your juices off his fingers. His tongue was back
on you as he licked the remnants of your orgasm from between your legs. You were panting
as you were coming down from your orgasm as silence ensued.

“You alright?”

“I’m great,” you panted.

“Do you want me to untie it?”

You didn’t hesitate to answer, “No.”

“All right then,” he chuckled. You heard some shuffling followed by the faint buzzing of your
wand. You bit your lip, unsure of what setting he had it on.
You shouldn’t have closed your eyes considering they were already obscured, but some
impulse compelled you to do it anyway. You sucked in a breath as he brushed your wand
around your achingly erect nipples. He circled the wand around the left nipple, and then over
to the right. You moaned, back arching off the bed. He brought the wand lower down until it
was tracing circles around your clit.

The wand seemed to be on the lowest setting, and wasn’t applying a great deal of pressure on
your clit, but the sensitivity from your orgasm just moments ago made it feel as intense as the
highest setting with direct pressure. “Fuck,” you moaned, freely dragging your feet along the
bed, your knees high in the air. He must have let go of your legs.

“You can handle more, can’t you?” One click and the buzzing grew louder as he increased the
speed of the toy. He applied more pressure on your clit but was still moving it painfully slow.
Your eyes were squeezed shut beneath the covering, but did nothing to help the tear that
escaped your eyes anyway.

Nanami’s hands were then on your face, wiping away the tear that fell while he turned up the
speed again, moving the wand head so it was pulsing directly on your clit now. You let out a
gasp as your legs squeezed shut and he easily pried them open with his free hand. “Why are
you pushing me away?” His scent filled your nostrils as he spoke into your ear, “I know you
don’t run when you’re in here by yourself playing with your slutty little pussy.”

He increased the speed again but changed the pulse setting with the wand giving a quick
series of pulses followed by a momentary break before pulsing again. You tightly gripped the
sheets as the hand that was on your face trailed down to your chest, grabbing one of your
breasts in his hand as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. “Kentooo,” you whined. The
overstimulation had another tear running down your cheek.

“I didn’t hear a certain word,” he reasoned, changing the pulse setting again so the wand
pulsed quickly on a two count. “You’re going to be a good girl and take it.” You don’t know
why his voice sounded so sexy in your ear even though he had whispered plenty of things
before, but you couldn’t help but arch your back and moan again and again as you quickly
felt another orgasm building inside of you.

He increased the speed once more, the buzzing more prominent. You whined as the setting
changed back to the default setting where it was just steady pulses, but the pressure he was
applying it with made it hard to stay still. “Come on, I want you to come for me again, I
know you can,” he coaxed in your ear, sucking your lobe into his mouth afterwards.

You cried out as you came again, legs shaking and your body going limp on top of the
comforter. He lowered the speed until the wand was turned off, and his tongue was back on
you, lapping up your orgasm.

You felt the bed drip, and the weight of his body was on top of you. You could feel his
clothes were still on, his belt buckle cold against the skin of your stomach. His erection was
slotted between your thighs as he tilted your chin upwards to plant a kiss on your lips. You
moaned as you tasted yourself, wrapping a thigh around his body and placing a hand on the
nape of your neck. He groaned as he grinded against you.
“How was dessert?” you murmured against his lips.

“Delicious,” he murmured in response. “Compliments to the chef.”

“Kento?” you asked softly, tugging your bottom lip into your teeth.

“Hm? You okay, Princess?”

“That was nice, really,” you began. “But can you take this off now? I want to see you when
you fuck me.”

“Well how could I possibly say no to that?” One hand caressed the back of your head while
the other worked at the knot that was keeping your vision obstructed. A moment after asking
you blinked a few times to readjust your vision and there he was, lips swollen from kissing
and his face still soaked with your arousal. His hand cupped your face again with a small
smile on his lips, “What do you want?”

“I want you to take your clothes off and fuck me like this,” you answered, eyes venturing
lower to take in his appearance. His shoes were already kicked off and must have been
somewhere near yours on the floor and his shirt was untucked and his erection was leaking,
printing through his pants. It desperately needed to be inside of you, and you knew you were
more than prepped to take him.

He made no argument as he quickly undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Next was his
belt, fingers unfastening the buckle on the brown leather as he unbuttoned his pants after. He
swiftly pushed them down his knees and was left in gray boxer briefs. By now you were
familiar with his body, but couldn’t help but stare everytime he was bare in front of you. He
palmed himself through the briefs, the wet spot steadily growing the more the head leaked.

He then pushed the hem down his legs, letting his erection spring free as he settled down on
top of you. He grabbed one of your hands, threading his fingers through yours as he slowly
pushed his cock inside of you. It was a welcome intrusion as your walls hugged him the
further he pushed inside of you. He groaned softly in your ear until he was at the hilt, both of
your hips touching each other’s. “ Fuck . You’re so tight, you feel so good.”

You whined and wrapped your other leg around his waist and wrapped your arms around his
neck as he pulled back and began to thrust into you. You pressed a kiss against his lips; it was
slow and sloppy but you loved it all the same. He continued thrusting into you while your
bodies were closely pressed together, and you gyrated your hips against him as he rutted into
you. You were already so sensitive, you were already moaning and felt the feeling of another
orgasm soon making an appearance.

With your hands still connected, he rose briefly and wiped some sweat using the back of his
free head. He began to quickly thrust into you, your breasts bouncing with each of his
movements. His thumb began to circle your clit, and you knew you would be coming again
soon. “You look so perfect when you come, let go for me, Princess. You can do it.”

“ Ahh, Kento! ” you cried out, you pussy instantly clamping around his cock. You squeezed
his hand tightly as you came, your breaths rugged and uneven.
He unlinked your fingers and laid down beside you. He was still hard, and despite how
sensitive you were, you wanted to make sure he finished. Using the last bit of strength in
your legs, you linked one of your hands again as you straddled him. He hissed as you sank
down onto his cock inch by inch until there wasn’t a sliver of space left. “Shit,” he groaned,
hands instantly landing on your thighs.

His hands slipped beneath the lace of the garters to squeeze the flesh of your thighs as you
began to rock your hips against him. His eyes snapped shut before he opened them again, his
eyes seeming to jump everywhere. He first looked up to see your fucked out face and your
lips parted open in bliss as you rode him, the way your breasts sat beautifully with your erect
nipples, the way you had one hand pressed against his chest, and your arousal that was
soaking his pelvis. It wouldn’t be long before he would be coming.

Your movements were slow and steady, and he was letting you set the place, simply admiring
you as you were on top of him. You rose and came back down, eliciting a moan from him. He
sounded so good like that and you did it again. Your movement picked up speed as you
rapidly rose up and down on his cock, his nails once again digging into the flesh into your
thighs. “Oh Kento, ” you moaned, throwing your head back.

His hands moved to cup your ass, squeezing your cheeks in his hands but still letting you
control your movements. “Yeah, use me like one of your slutty fuck toys,” he hissed, feeling
your pussy throb around him. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. Let me see you make yourself come.”

Your hand moved from his chest to your clit as you rubbed the bud in slow strokes as you
were riding him faster, chasing your high. He truly was transfixed on you as he watched you
come apart. Your body was slumping before his grip on you tightened and he was thrusting
up into you with fast, hard strokes. “Going to fill this pussy up,” he grunted, stilling as he
gripped your cheeks tightly. You moaned at the feeling of him spilling into you followed by
his lazy thrusts ensuring you got every drop.

“Fuck, you did so good,” he praised, releasing the grip on your cheeks and opening his arms.
You threw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses before placing a chaste
on his lips. You nuzzled your head into his neck as his arms caressed the skin of your back.

“So what now?” you asked softly with his cock still seated inside of you.

“What do you mean?” he laughed. “Whatever you want. You can even put in your resignation
tomorrow, I’ll make it work.”

You shifted so you could see his face, a wobbly smile on your lips. “Does that mean we can
go on vacation together?” you asked hopefully. “When I save some more money, of course.”
You didn’t expect him to pay for everything forever.

He just laughed and shook his head. “We can go wherever and do whatever you want,
Princess. I already told you the world is your oyster. When you’re mine, the world is yours.”
He smiled watching the one on your face grow, leaning in to press a final kiss against your
lips.
 You couldn’t help but let excitement course through your veins knowing your relationship
with him would truly blossom in the future.

Chapter End Notes

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 Epilogue
Chapter Summary

You and Nanami enjoy your one year anniversary.

Chapter Notes

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sorry for the wait, im starting a new position at my job & now I fr gotta do work??? (I
literally applied for it)
I hope this is a satisfying ending!! ໒꒰ྀི ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི ১

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“Hey, Mr. Ino,” you smiled, seeing the young man’s face split into a smile upon hearing your
greeting.

“Mrs. Nanami! Always so nice to see you!” he greeted in response, clasping his hands
together. “And I’ve told you just call me Takuma, it’s fine!” He readjusted the beanie that
was sitting on his head and sheepishly said, “It makes me feel old when you call me that.”

“And how many times do I have to tell you Kento and I aren’t married, Takuma ?” you
retorted, playfully rolling your eyes.

He simply shrugged before his attention was back on his desktop. “Could have fooled me.”

You shook your head as you walked the remainder of the distance between Ino’s desk and
Nanami’s office. It was lunch hour for you and Nanami, and it was his turn to get lunch for
the two of you. “It’s me,” you called outside the door before turning the knob and pushing it
open.

You smiled as Nanami was already setting out food for the two of you, Indian food by the
smell of it. The divine smell, you had to say. His back was to the door and you eagerly
wrapped your arms around his waist, giving him a tight squeeze. As much as you adored his
naked body, you loved the feel of his body beneath his clothes too.

He turned to face you, light adorning his eyes. The corners of his mouth rose as his eyes
crinkled. He wrapped his arms around you as he placed a wet kiss on your forehead, trailed
down to your nose, and planted a final kiss on your lips.
“Kento!” You wiped your nose and your forehead with the back of your hand. “I keep telling
you not to slobber all over me like that.”

“Oh please.” He rolled his eyes. “But when my saliva is somewhere else you don’t mind.”

“Time and place,” you retorted.

“Yeah, yeah.” He placed another sloppy kiss on your forehead, skipping over your nose this
time.

You sighed, letting it stay there. You’d just wipe it before you left the building so you didn’t
have to go back to Gojo’s office with a spit shine. “And you need to tell Ino to stop referring
to me as your wife. ”

You had to admit, you loved the kid. He took over your position as Nanami’s personal
assistant about two weeks after you resigned, making it about a year since he had the job.
You were more than happy when Nanami asked if he could share your email address with
him in case he had any questions about the job, but you just weren’t expecting him to email
you nearly everyday with a new inquiry.

The funniest though had to be an email that read, Mr. Nanami is kind of scary, but I want to
make him proud. Sorry if I’m being very annoying, but I want to make sure I’m doing
everything right. Please let me know what I should avoid doing so I never make him angry.

Needless to say when he found out you were his girlfriend, he had plenty more questions to
ask, since he knew you would know how to impress him the most. You really couldn’t help
but assist Ino, although Nanami was still pretty confused as to why the kid wanted to impress
him so much in the first place.

“I don’t see the issue with that,” he shrugged in a familiar fashion to Ino earlier. “Plus, he
would never address anyone in a way to intentionally hurt them.”

He had a point there. You just laughed it off and started to put some food on your plate. It
was still hard to believe just a year ago you would only eat lunch across from Nanami from
time to time. Now you were able to sit next to him during nearly every meal, you felt so
lucky.

The singular chair that sat across from his desk was now three, and he brought one of them
closer to you after piling some food on his plate. One hand rested lazily on your knee while
the other held his fork. “How is your day going so far?” he asked.

“It’s going fine, just a lot of meetings,” you sighed. “I’m just looking forward to tomorrow,”
you beamed.

He smiled back, and you felt your heart swell. “I’m ready to get out of here, definitely.”

You thought Nanami was the type that never took much time off of work, but you were
wrong about that. In getting more familiar with him, he told you he took at least a week off
once a year to go to Malaysia because he deemed it as the most relaxing place on earth. This
year, he aligned his week off a little after your one year anniversary and you were honored he
was sharing somewhere he deemed special with you.

“I’ll miss Boots though,” you pouted. “Are you sure he can’t come with us?”

“Gojo usually watches him for me, but something tells me it’s Geto that does most of the
caregiving,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Plus, I told you I have everything planned out
already. Between the excursions and all the restaurants we’re going to, you’ll only see him
when you’re ready to sleep.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you grumbled. He was being very tight-lipped about the itinerary this
time around. This was far from your first vacation with Nanami in the time you two had been
together, but of course this one was marking something monumental. “When we get back he
deserves to go somewhere. Even if we just make a little weekend trip.”

“Of course, Princess,” he agreed easily. “I don’t mind doing that at all."

You two made some mindless conversation and before you knew it, the hour was up. You
packed up about half of the food to take back to Gojo’s office, and Nanami kept the other half
for his office.

Food securely in your hands, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips as you headed towards the
door. “I’ll see you later, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he answered, another wet kiss being placed on your forehead. When would
he ever listen?

You just shook your head, wiping your forehead again before any teasing from Ino, Gojo, or
any of the kids would ensue. Once out of Nanami’s office, you took the short walk over back
to Gojo’s office to finish the rest of your work day.

Nanami always came to pick you up after work, waiting patiently outside the car on the
passenger side until you came downstairs. You loved the routine, getting to wrap your arms
around his neck and give him a kiss before he would drive you two home. On the ride home
you would always talk about your days, and you guys would alternate who would cook
dinner, but takeout was always an option too.

The ride home, better known as the ride to Nanami’s apartment. You officially moved in with
him only three months ago although he had been practically begging on his knees for you to
move in with him the moment you two made your relationship official. At the time, all you
did was stare at him blankly and ask if he was suddenly unfamiliar with what a lease was.

Another looming question was the rent. You were almost positive that even going half with
him was probably more than your current rent and utilities combined. Even with the pay
increase you had from working with Gojo, you would still be pinching pennies, but he
pleaded with you not to worry about it. Taking that plunge scared you; in the event something
went wrong you didn’t want to be scrambling to find somewhere to live, but he did
everything in his power to reassure you that it would be okay. I will take care of you, always.
It was a promise he surely lived up to.

You were buzzing with excitement as he unlocked the door, immediately cradling Boots in
your arms. “I’m going to miss you so much!” Your flight was tomorrow night, and the time
difference would land you in Malaysia in the early morning. You were already all packed,
and weren’t even sure how you could possibly get any sleep tonight.

“Good to know I won’t be exciting enough for you,” Nanami said dryly as he took some meat
out of the freezer and some potatoes from the fridge.

You whipped around, sticking your tongue out at him. “Maybe you won’t be, I really
wouldn’t know.”

“The things I have to put up with…” he sighed as he started to preheat the oven and chop the
potatoes.

You giggled, setting Boots down on the ground where he immediately started walking
through Nanami’s legs, nuzzling against him. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“Oh, the same way you act like you don’t enjoy my slobbery kisses?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” you grumbled. “I'm going to go shower.”

His light laughter filled the kitchen while you took your shower and settled into your
pajamas. Once he had the food in the oven, he took a shower as well and set up your plates
once everything was finished cooking. It was a simple dinner, but you always loved his
cooking; roasted garlic steak and potatoes with some broccoli and red wine to top it all off.

You never ran out of things to talk about with him. It seemed impossible given how much
time you spent together, but things were just perfect. Not to mention that your friends and
your parents adored him. Your mom initially was a little wary of the slight age gap between
the two of you, but she warmed up to him immediately when she met Boots, and realized he
wasn’t the type of man to engage in gross, manipulative behavior. Your dad was menacing
enough for Nanami to know if he fucked up, he was dead.

You waited for Nanami to tidy up the kitchen so you could retreat to the bedroom, Boots at
the heels of your feet.

He settled into bed first and you crawled in after, your back against his front. His arm
wrapped securely around your midsection as you drifted off to sleep with vacation on your
mind and a smile on your face.

***

You stood on Gojo and Geto’s doorstep in the early afternoon the next day, Boots’ carrier in
hand while Nanami had a duffel bag filled with his other essentials.
Geto opened the door with a smile on his face, bringing you in for a hug. Needless to say, you
two had more in common than you would have imagined. “The big one year,” he cooed.
“You two are going to have a blast.”

You couldn’t help the grin that crossed your face at the thought. You looked over at Nanami,
who also had a small smile on his face. “Thanks again, Suguru,” he said. “I just couldn’t
imagine leaving him alone for so long.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “How many times do I have to tell you it’s nothing?” He
held his hand out to take the carrier and the duffle bag. “I’m getting closer to convincing Toru
we need our own kitty.”

“Toru what!” Gojo’s voice called out from somewhere in their home. He suddenly came into
view in the doorway. “Oh, my second favorite couple!”

“That’s our cue to leave,” Nanami grimaced, reaching for your hand to lead you back toward
the car.

“Wait!” Gojo exclaimed. He made a ring with his thumb and index finger, using his index
finger on his other hand to penetrate it.

Everyone looked at him with a deadpan expression. “Enjoy the trip, guys,” Geto sighed, all
but shoving Gojo back inside the house.

With that, you and Nanami were back in the car and on your way to the airport. After
checking in your luggage and going through security, you sat comfortably in the first class
lounge waiting to board. You were reading on your kindle with your legs draped over his.

This was far from your first trip together, but it would definitely be the longest. You looked
up from your reading to glance at what he was doing. Usually he was reading as well, or
playing some word game on his phone, but his brows were knitted and he was staring ahead
blankly. He looked pensive, oddly so.

“You okay?” you frowned.

He looked over, cupping a warm hand over your knee. “I’m perfect, Princess,” he assured.
You weren’t convinced, and he knew that. He grabbed one of your hands, pressing a kiss to
your knuckles. “I just hope you enjoy the trip, that’s all.”

“When don’t I?” you snorted. Nanami pretty much always planned everything to a tee.
Despite your insistence that you would pay for at least the hotel or the flight, he would do
nothing but wave you off. You pretty much had to scold him into letting you pay for
anything, ever.

With that, a small smile crossed his lips, but his brows were still knitted. You desperately
wanted to know what was on his mind, but you didn’t want to press it too much at the
moment. You could always interrogate more once you two landed.
Boarding began to commence, and you sank into your comfortable first class seat, flute of
champagne in hand. “You know, I’m still surprised you don’t have a private jet or
something,” you commented. “Seems like your style.”

“Princess,” he laughed, “I rather not be another person unnecessarily ruining the

environment.”

“See, I knew why I liked you.”

He shook his before leaning over to press a soft kiss to your lips. “It’s a long flight, get some
sleep. We have a long week ahead of us.”

***

The vacation truly was amazing. You couldn’t even put into words the blast you were having.
From the private villa you two stayed at, the excursions you partook in, and the food you
were eating, it was hard to decide what was the best part of it all. It was easy to see why
Nanami had to visit at least once a year.

As much as you wished it could last forever, it was your final night here, so it only made
sense that he had a grand dinner planned. You wore a white maxi dress that was form fitting
at the top and flowed at the bottom. Pink and yellow hibiscus flowers printed the material
that was cut low in the back. You remembered squealing seeing it in the store, more so
because there was a matching men’s top. You didn’t even have to say anything as Nanami
silently picked his size off the rack.

You paired your outfit with strappy, white wedges and he paired his shirt with some white
shorts. He left the first few buttons undone, toned chest on display. You scoffed, “Slut.”

His hand landed hard on your ass. “Shut it.”

You faked a pout and brought both of your hands to your butt. “Owie, now you have to kiss it
better.” You bent over playfully, letting your behind wiggle against his crotch.

“And I’m the slut,” he laughed softly, taking a step back to let his hand caress the spot his
hand landed on just moments ago. “Come on, the car should be here soon.”

You rose back to your full height, not being able to stop yourself from wrapping your arms
around his neck and pulling him in for a quick kiss. It seemed like you could just never get
enough of him, and it was evident he felt the same. As his lips left yours, that pensive
expression that was on his face in the airport was back for just a moment. Maybe he was just
sad about leaving too.

You bit your lip, taking his hand in yours as ventured outside. The driver was already
patiently waiting outside and held the door open as he saw you two. You climbed inside, and
you were off.

This restaurant was at the bottom of a hill with a small river surrounding it. Water lilies lazily
bobbed on the water’s surface, and atop the hill was a gazebo adorned with vines and fairy
lights that had a dreamy view of the pink and yellow sunset.

You gasped, gripping his hand tightly as you pointed at the sky. “I need to take a picture of
that before dinner! I don’t want it to go away while we’re eating.”

He was silent for a moment, lips tight before giving you a slow nod. “Of course.” His voice
seemed strained.

“Is everything okay?” you asked softly. Maybe he was hungry? “Actually no, it’s fine,” you
resigned. “Let’s eat instead, if I zoom in I can get the picture from here.”

“Don’t be silly, let’s go.” With that, he was leading the way up the path provided to get the
gazebo. You followed carefully to avoid stepping on your dress or tripping over your shoes.

Once at the top, you couldn’t help but marvel at the view. It was nothing compared to the
bottom. You giddily stepped inside of the gazebo letting the slight bleeze whip around you as
you took in a breath of the fresh air. You whipped out your phone quickly, snapping a few
photos of the view so you could hurry and get back to dinner.

“You look good there, why don’t you pose for me?” Nanami asked.

Nanami loved taking photos of you, as you did of him. “Are you sure you aren’t too hungry?
We could always take them back at the villa.”

“I’m sure,” he affirmed, letting a wobbly smile cross his face. Something was up. What
wasn’t he saying? “Come on, Princess, pose for me.” But with words like that, how could
you not oblige?

You leaned against the railing of the gazebo, giving him a radiant smile as he snapped photo
after photo. “Turn around,” he directed. You did as asked, throwing your head over your
shoulder to give him another dazzling smile. “Mhm, that’s great. Now keep your head
straight and poke out your ass.”

“Kento!” You couldn’t help the fit of giggles that escaped you as you looked straight ahead,
hearing the snap of the camera. You maintained the pose a few moments longer, waiting for
further directions, but none came. You didn’t even hear the sound of the camera going off
either. “Kento?”

With your brow furrowed, you turned around to face him. You immediately gasped, your
hands flying over your mouth at the sight behind you.

Nanami was on one knee, a small black velvet box in hand.

“Kento,” you whispered.

He took a deep breath, saying your name slowly. “I can’t even tell you how long I’ve had this
ring. No moment seemed like the right time, and I was scared shitless you’d say no.” He let
out a soft chuckle. “Well honestly, I’m still scared. This ring has been burning a hole in my
pocket since we left for the airport, but I’ve never been the type of man to let fear stop me
from going after what I want, and what I want is to spend the rest of my life with you.”
You could already feel tears welling in your eyes, and you used the back of your hands to
wipe them. You knew he wanted to get up and wipe your tears, but these were tears of joy, far
from being tears of anger or sadness. He pushed on.

“There are a million things I know I could have done differently with you. Some things I
could have said sooner, things I could have done better, but ultimately, I wouldn’t change a
single thing. It still led me on the path to being with you, to bask in the light that is your love,
and words can’t even begin to describe how grateful I am for that,” he mused. “How grateful
I am for you.”

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, and you already knew what your answer would
be. There wasn’t a single doubt about it. Yes, yes, yes.

“You don’t even know how much you do for me. You pick me up when I’m down, and you
make me feel like I’m soaring when I can't imagine things being any better. You give me a
safe space where I know I can be vulnerable, and I don’t want that solace in anyone else.”

You already knew you didn’t want to be with anyone else; you couldn’t even imagine it. You
didn’t want to imagine it.

“I love you, I’m utterly in love with you.” He said your name sweetly, and took another deep
breath. He looked down for a moment before letting his eyes land on yours again. “I will
protect and cherish you with everything I have, and that’s a guarantee. Nothing would make
me happier than having the privilege to be your husband, because I can’t even say how long
I’ve already viewed you as my wife. Will you give me that chance?”

Nothing could stop the tears that were rolling down your cheeks.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes, Kento. Yes! ” you exclaimed. “A million times yes!”

“Come here, Princess.” You took a step closer, wiping the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing
again as you extended your left hand toward him. He took the ring out of the box and slipped
it onto your ring finger.

Admittedly, you didn’t know shit about diamond cuts or karat counts, but you knew this ring
was absolutely beautiful. Knowing Nanami, you were certain he went out of his way to make
sure it was absolutely perfect, and that's all that mattered. The band was rose gold with a
shining diamond in the shape of a heart in the center. You admired it on your finger, sinking
your teeth into your bottom lip.

You were going to be his wife. You didn’t want it any other way.

He rose to his feet, pulling you close to him. You two stood in silence as rested his chin atop
your head. “I’m so happy,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his firm body. “So, so
happy. I love you so much.”
You could feel his heart beating against your chest, and you couldn’t help but hold him
tighter. His hand landed on your back, caressing the skin there. He let out a sigh of content
before pulling back only slightly. “You don’t even know how happy I am right now.” His
other hand was on your face, letting his thumb wipe away the tears that stained your cheeks.
“You’re really mine. All mine. I was going to wait until after dinner but… I just knew now
was right.”

You honestly could care less about dinner right now. The desire pooling between your legs
was the only thing on your mind. “Well, let’s get this dinner going then,” you said. “I can’t
wait to get fucked as your fiance. ”

His eyes widened, and then he let out a laugh. A loud laugh that echoed off the walls of the
gazebo. “What am I going to do with you?”

He grasped your hand and led you back down the hill to the entrance of the restaurant.

It was no surprise that the food was delicious, but you spent a large portion of the dinner
glancing at the rock on your finger. You were mesmerized by the stone, and you could see
Nanami smirking from the corner of your eye. He knew he picked out a great fucking ring.

“Is this why you were so…” You couldn’t find just the right word.

“Nervous? Yes,” he filled in for you. “I haven’t felt that nervous in my life. If I’m being
honest, you are the only person that has made me feel nervous, ever.”

“You used to make me very nervous, you know,” you flushed, thinking back to the very first
time you met him in person. He was wearing a pinstripe black suit and a permanent scowl
seemed to be painted on his face. “I couldn’t imagine that now though,” you giggled, giving
his cheek a poke.

“I don’t know what about me could have made you nervous,” he grunted. “I made it a point
to make myself very approachable around you.”

The curve of your lips from your giggle dropped as you stared at him blankly. “Not a chance
you’re serious.”

“What?”

You couldn’t hold the expression for long. You shook your head as laughter escaped your
lips. “If that was you being approachable, I feel bad for anyone you intentionally close
yourself off to.”

“Shut up.”

You spent the rest of the dinner recalling early memories of your relationship, and even
speaking about the future. You couldn’t help the smile that was on your face the whole time.

Dinner was wrapping up, and the driver arrived to bring you two back to the villa. You
ducked into the car, your right hand entwined with Nanami’s while you stared again at your
left. You couldn't help it, turning your hand to see the diamond glistening against the
moonlight.

When the driver pulled up to the villa, you rushed inside and kicked your shoes off with
Nanami close behind. You didn’t want to waste any time.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and crushed your lips to his, quickly biting at his
bottom lip. He seemed caught off guard for a moment, but his body caught up with your
actions as his hands moved to palm your ass as he parted his lips.

Your tongue slipped between his parted lips as he began to back you into a wall, not breaking
the kiss in the process. His hands were moving quickly to bring the material of your dress up
to your waist, giving your ass a firm slap. You moaned into his mouth as the sound
reverberated through the room. “Fuck,” he mumured against your mouth. He repeated the
action again, letting his hands squeeze the flesh afterwards.

His hands then moved to firmly grip the back of your thighs, and he easily hoisted you up.
Your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands continued to squeeze the pliant flesh. You
pulled your mouth away for a moment, looking into his brown eyes. Lust and adoration filled
them, and they would be your eyes to look into forever. One hand brushed through the short
hairs of his undercut and he let out a soft groan, diving in for your neck.

You lifted your head to give him more access, and his lips started at the base. He peppered
soft kisses as he made his way up, those kisses turning into nips and hard sucks as his mouth
was at your jaw. He used his chin to nudge your head in the other direction to repeat the
action on the other side. This time, he wasn’t as gentle. He sucked hard into the base of your
neck, leaving angry splotches in its wake. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you;
knowing the mark it would leave turned you on even more.

You gyrated your hips against him, already feeling him hardening against you. He continued
kissing your neck hard, the marks he left would probably give Dracula a run for his money.
He examined his work, a soft chuckle leaving his lips before swiping his tongue from the
base of your neck to the bottom of your jaw. “My pretty fucking wife, ” he whispered, “how
should I fuck you tonight?”

“I’m just your fiance,” you teased.

His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head. “Fuck that. We can get a marriage certificate right
now and worry about the ceremony another time. Don’t play with me.”

One thing you learned about Nanami, despite his calm and cool demeanor externally, he for
sure was not to be fucked around with. Ever.

“Well I know what I want to do,” you said slowly, letting your tongue swipe over your
bottom lip. “Let me down, would you?”

He looked at you curiously before giving into your request, setting you down on the ground
gently. You immediately sank down to your knees, letting your hand palm at his now very
visible erection that was straining against his shorts.
You stroked him slowly over the material, letting your fingers circle around the head. His
breath hitched as his fist clenched at his side. You inched in closer, continuing to let your
fingers stimulate the head as your mouth ran over the shaft through the material. You looked
up at him with doe eyes as you did so, watching the rapid rising of falling of his chest.

As much as you wanted to tease, you were impatient; this had been on your mind all
throughout dinner. You unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down along with his boxer
briefs in one quick action. He stepped out of them carefully, and you shoved the discarded
items of clothing to the side as his erection sprang free.

You gripped his length, letting your hand slowly stroke him. Beads of precum were already
leaking from the head, and you couldn’t help but use your tongue to lap it up, closing your
eyes at the taste of him. “Shit,” he groaned. You looked up at him, letting your tongue swirl
around the head while your hand continued to stroke the rest of his shaft.

You let your mouth close around the head, letting your tongue stimulate the slit as your head
bobbed around him. “I love your fucking mouth,” he hissed, letting a strong hand land on the
back of your head. He was never forceful with his movements, and maybe that’s why you
enjoyed giving him head more than any other man you’d been with before.

You let your mouth begin to move down his shaft, his cock disappearing inch by inch as
saliva began to drip from the corners of your mouth. You knew he liked it sloppy, seeing you
make a mess on yourself to pleasure him always elicited the moans you loved hearing from
him. You took a breath as you continued to take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks
as you did. He sucked in a breath as his hips bucked slightly, the hand on your head
remaining still.

You didn’t mind him fucking your mouth, not one bit, but Nanami was always worried that
the feeling would make you uncomfortable. You didn’t want him to hold back tonight. You
pulled off of his cock slowly, using the excess spit to coat his length. “Use my mouth,” you
demanded. “I want you to fuck it until you come.”

You adjusted so your legs were tucked comfortably beneath your knees, hands resting on
your thighs waiting patiently for his reply. He looked down at you before letting out a small
sigh, placing his free hand on the side of your head. His eyes trailed down to the ring on your
finger. “Do you know how long I’ve imagined this?” He eased his hips forward, letting the
head of his cock trace your lips. You eagerly parted your lips and he slipped his cock between
them.

You didn’t know what it was, but you just loved his cock; the taste, the girth, the texture. You
closed your eyes as his hips eased back and forth, his length occupying various parts of your
throat. “My perfect little wife is a slut for my cock, isn’t she?” he chuckled lightly. You
couldn’t do anything but moan around him, squirming in your kneeling position. You were
impossibly turned on right now. The hand on the back of your head moved to grasp the other
side of your head as he began to move his hips with more vigor, making you moan around his
cock again.

“Fuck, Princess,” he breathed, taking a tentative step closer as he continued to move his cock
in and out of your mouth. You closed your eyes, feeling the veins dragging across your
tongue and relishing in the feeling. “Heh, you’re really enjoying this. You want more?”

You immediately opened your eyes hearing his question, eagerly nodding while your mouth
was still full of him. “Just… scratch me or something if it gets to be too much. The last thing
I want to do is hurt you.” You gave him a quick thumbs up and he nodded in response, easing
into a slow rhythm again at first. Your hands were gripping the fabric of your dress in
anticipation.

His hips began to pick up the pace and you opened your mouth wider. You were enjoying this
way more than you should have been. He slid his cock deeper into your mouth until it was
hitting the back of your throat, salvia pooling around your mouth and dripping onto your
chest. Soon, his slow and steady thrusts were hard and fast as each movement of his hips had
him letting out ragged breaths as your cheeks hallowed around him. You closed your eyes
again, listening to him groan as he used your mouth as he pleased.

“ Shit , that’s so fucking good,” he groaned through his thrusts, his grip on your head firm.
“And you’re going to swallow every fucking drop like a good girl, aren’t you?” Eyes still
closed, you simply nodded, because you would do anything he wanted with how much you
were enjoying this moment right now. “That’s right,” he gritted out.

He was pounding into your mouth now, his pelvis making contact with your nose as he
continued claiming your mouth. You shifted as much as you could to get any kind of friction
possible, but stopped as he suddenly stilled. With one final moan, his warm seed spilled into
your mouth. He released the grip on your head but remained in your mouth as you began to
swallow his cum. He pulled out slowly, and you quickly gripped his cock to get the bits that
were still leaking from the tip, giving it a final lick so you didn’t miss anything.

His chest was heaving as you stayed in your kneeling position with a smile on your face.
“You’re disgusting,” he laughed lightly as he offered a hand to you to help you up. You took
it gladly, and he pulled you into a kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You kissed him
back hungrily, and he was leading you toward the bedroom.

He hastily pulled down your dress, making quick work of ridding you of your undergarments.
He bent down slightly to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, letting a free hand snake
between your legs. You felt two fingers dragging through your folds, making you whine
against him. “This is my pussy,” he declared. You nodded, gyrating against him, desperate for
him to touch you. “Say it,” he demanded.

“This is your pussy, Kento,” you answered, and you meant it. It honestly was his the moment
he licked it clean in that dressing room over a year ago. “Only yours.”

“Mhm, and don’t you forget it.” He sank down to his knees, letting his hands caress the curve
of your hips and the dip of your waist. They trailed back down to squeeze your thighs before
he inched in closer, letting his tongue swipe through your wetness. Your hands instantly
gripped the back of his head, bringing him closer to you.

You could feel the point of his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue moved slowly
against you, taking his time, savoring your taste. Your hips gyrated against his face as his
tongue slowly pushed through the tight ring of muscle, shallowly fucking you. “Kento,” you
whined. His tongue always felt amazing, but something about tonight was incredibly
different. It felt like pure bliss.

His hands moved to grip your ass tightly as his face stayed buried between your legs, his
tongue moving up so his mouth could seal around your clit. You cried out as he sucked the
bud into his mouth, continuing to grind against his face. You closed your eyes and threw your
head back, enjoying the waves of pleasure that were crashing over you. Your legs were
already trembling, but you weren’t surprised. His mouth knew your body to a tee, knowing
just how to bring you to orgasm without fail.

His mouth moved back down to lick through your folds again, and it was inevitable. You
were panting as his tongue lapped at your center and the thumb on one of his hands rubbed
your clit. You gripped the back of his hair harshly as you made a mess on his face, only being
able to stand with the assistance of his grip. His tongue swiped through your center once
more, licking you clean before he stood.

He stood, pressing his lips against yours, moving you back in the direction of the bed. You
obliged happily, feeling the back of your knees buckling as they made contact with the edge
of the bed. “Wait,” you whispered.

He pulled back, letting a hand caress the side of his face, his eyes full of worry. “What’s
wrong?” He scanned you quickly, eyes scanning over your body. “Are you hurt? Was I too
rough before?”

“No, no,” you reassured quickly, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You were about to
ask something you never had before, and was a bit nervous about his reaction, but you had to
suck it up. You were about to marry the man. The worst he could possibly say was no.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He shook his head, as if he needed to reprimand himself.

“Kento, shut up. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I asked you to,” you affirmed. “I want to do
something else, but only if you want to.”

He let out a sigh of relief, the worry leaving his eyes. “Alright. Well, what is it?”

“I want to record it,” you stated. He looked lost. “When you fuck me,” you clarified, “I want
to remember everything about this night.”

He stared at you with an unreadable expression on his face before his lips curved into a smile.
“I don't know how you still manage to surprise me.”

“So… was that a yes?” you asked hopefully, pursing your lips.

“Go get your phone.”

You dashed out the room, hastily looking for where the fuck your phone was. Your bag was
tossed on a couch in the living room area, and you rummaged around in it looking for your
phone. You found it, relieved that it had a good amount of charge and grinned as you
reentered the bedroom. His cock was already standing at attention again.
“I’m back,” you announced, walking toward him.

“I can see,” he nodded. He looked around the room, eyes bouncing from the dresser to the
nightstand. “Get on all fours on the bed.”

You nodded quickly, jumping up onto the bed and sticking your ass in the air. He walked over
to the dresser, opening the camera on the phone and adjusting it so you were in view. He hit
record, giving the camera a bright smile and said, “I’m about to fuck the shit out of my
wife.”

Your pussy was craving him, clenching around nothing at his words as you waited for him to
walk back over. The journey seemed far too long; you were desperate to have his dick inside
of you.

Finally, you felt the dip of the mattress as he got into position on his knees behind you. He let
a singular finger trace from the base of your neck down to the ridge of your spine, making
you arch your back deeper. “ Kentoooo, ” you whined.

“I know, I know,” he chuckled as his hands firmly gripped your hips. The head of his cock
slipped in without any resistance, and he wasted no time pounding into you.

“Ah!” you moaned, immediately deciding to lay your face flat against the sheets, looking in
the direction of the camera. Fuck, the sight was probably the sexiest thing you had ever seen;
Nanami’s strong body at work as his pelvis was furiously slapping against your ass. You
couldn’t look away. From the way his arms flexed from holding you so tightly and the way
your ass jiggled against him with every thrust, you don’t know why you hadn’t thought to
record any time before this.

His nails were making indents in your skin, but you didn’t care. It was although the pleasure
from his thrusts was overriding any pain sensors in your body, because you could only focus
on how good his cock felt moving in and out of you. Mesmerized by the sight of your
fucking, you started throwing your hips back against him, hearing him groan and watching
him grit his teeth. “Yeah, fuck me back, Princess.”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as you did as asked, throwing your hips
back as his hips surged forward, you two moving in perfect sync with each other. He slapped
your ass, and you didn’t even feel the sting; you could only appreciate how it jiggled in the
view of the camera. “Again,” you moaned out.

He did as asked, letting his hand come down on the other cheek. You could already feel
another orgasm building, but you didn’t want this to end in the slightest. His hand came down
on your ass again, your eyes both making contact in the camera this time. “This is a great
movie we’re making, huh?” he asked.

“Yes!” you cried out as another smack landed on your ass, his grip tightening again as he
picked up the pace. You weren’t able to keep up this time, and couldn’t do anything but grip
the sheets and take it.
He was pulling moan after moan from you until your arms were outstretched, trying your best
not to fall over. “Fuuuck,” he groaned, not slowing down once. “Always so fucking tight,
always feel so damn good for me. Can’t wait to fuck a baby into you one day.”

You instantly clenched around him at his words, letting out a loud moan. One hand reached
around to rub your clit, and you were done. You came hard as your legs trembled and your
pussy clamped around him. He pulled out of you, and you missed the feeling of being full of
him already.

“On your back.” He climbed off the bed momentarily to ensure you were still in the frame. It
needed some adjusting, but he was quickly back on the bed, climbing on top of you. With his
elbows surrounding your head, he plunged his thick cock back into you, whispering in your
ear, “The show must go on, right?”

You nodded eagerly as his hips began to slam down on yours. Your legs wrapped around his
waist as your arms snaked around his neck, caging your body around his. You turned your
head to get another view, and couldn’t help but moan at the sight. He was pounding you
frantically into the mattress, and you were loving every fucking second of it.

“I already know you’re going to let me come in your pussy again,” he gritted out, moving to
sink his teeth into your shoulder. Your back instantly arched and you threw your head back,
and he only took that as an invitation to sink his teeth into your neck next. “Such a good girl,
always saying yes to me. You’re going to look so good when you’re having my kid.”

With the way he was talking, you almost wished you hadn’t taken your birth control this
morning. Shit, maybe you would throw away the pills tonight.

He continued with his rough fucking, his mouth moving down your body to suck a nipple
into his mouth, giving the bud a bite with just the amount right of pressure. You were soon
clenching around him again as he moved over, biting the other one with just the right amount
of pressure. “ K-Kento!” you cried out with your lips parted, wanting nothing more than a
kiss to cement the moment right now.

He moved back up, his lips hovering over yours as he spit into your mouth instead. He
thought you were full of surprises? He has never done that before, but now you were wishing
he had because you were going to come again any moment now. “Do that again.”

He obliged without question, spitting once more into your open mouth. You swallowed it
with a smile, and his hand was wrapping around your throat. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m so
fucking lucky I get to fuck you for the rest of my life. So. Fucking. Lucky.” His thrusts were
timed with his words, and you were seeing stars as you came around him again.

Your chest rose and fell heavily as his thrusts slowed. He laid his body on top of you as he
moved in and out of you slowly, fucking you through your orgasm. “Shit,” he hissed. His
hips rolled lazily into you while you captured his lips in a kiss.

The kiss was slow, much like his thrusts and your legs were still trembling from your
previous orgasms. He moaned against your mouth as he stilled, and you felt his cum pumping
 inside of you. Your legs instinctively tightened around him as his hips surged forward a final
time, making sure not a drop of cum was wasted.

He let out a sigh, exiting you and getting up to grab the phone and stop the recording. When
he rejoined you on the bed, you climbed on top of him, straddling his waist and pressing your
bare chest to his. You laid like that in silence, sweaty bodies pressed against each other,
feeling the beating of each other's hearts.

You moved your left hand to entwine it with his, smiling again at the ring on your hand. “I
love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too, Princess.”

***

Your flight back was in the early afternoon, but you still had to be at the airport moderately
early. You two ended up crashing soon after the monumental video shoot, leaving you both
scrambling to pack to ensure you had everything.

You still made it with a solid hour to spare after checking in your luggage and going through
security. You were snacking on a muffin in the first class lounge, waiting to board. Nanami
was back to his usual self, reading through some article (or something) on his phone.

You honestly couldn’t help yourself, you had a privacy screen anyway. You made sure your
headphones were connected to your phone opposed to spontaneously connecting to some
other bluetooth device and looked at your movie. It was so fucking hot, you couldn’t help but
grin.

“What are you smiling at over there?” Nanami asked, tilting his head to peer at your screen.

He visibly paled.

“Maybe I should have kept things strictly business with you,” he murmured, looking away
from the screen.

“Like you could have even tried,” you giggled, continuing to watch your new favorite movie.

Chapter End Notes

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again, ty for all the kudos/comments/messages on TT (*ᴗ͈ ˬᴗ͈ ) *.ﾟI appreciate every
single one!! I dont think it would have been as fun to finish this without it, thx, thx thx!!
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also yeah um, sorry about blatantly lying by saying there would be no romance?? (okay
lack of very developed romance I suppose...)(im delusional)
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