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All of Nanami Kento’s headaches can be summed up into three categories:
1. The least mild one: the one he gets when his favorite bread, the one with the red bean and mochi in it, is sold out from the bakery around the corner.
2. The one that throbs: it’s the one he gets when a client argues about a non-negotiable in a contract. They always want to cut corners. And Nanami is not a man who cuts corners.
3. The one that comes in the form of a tall, white-haired, blue-eyed boss: Gojo Satoru.
And today, his headache fell into category three.
“Nanamin, Nanamin~~~”
“What do you want.”
“Nanamin~”
“If you don’t say what you want to say, I am going to quit right now.”
Gojo pouted, “But you can’t quit, if you left, who’d do my work for me?”
“I’m glad you’re smart enough to recognize that I’m the one doing your work.” Nanami drawled. “Now leave me alone, I’m doing your work right now.”
“Hmph,” the tall man sprawled himself into the seat next to him long legs crossing over each other, “Are you sure you don’t want to hear what I have to say?”
Nanami flipped the page he was reading. Just twenty more pages to go and then he would be able to leave on time. “I never want to hear what you have to say when you sound like that. There’s no substance to your words when you whine. Now leave me alone otherwise, I’ll have to go into overtime.” And Nanami Kento was not a man who did overtime.
Gojo gasped so deeply that if Nanami didn’t know him, he’d think he was having some sort of asthma attack. But he knew better. Knew the lanky man too well for his comfort. “That’s so hurtful, Nanamin, how could you say something like that?”
He simply ignored him, focusing on the task beforehand.
Seeing that his friend was ignoring him, Gojo continued in mock hurt, “I’m just going to ignore that you were being so mean to me and just tell you anyway. Y/n told me that there will be a Zenin Clan gathering soon, and she needs me to accompany her as her partner.”
Nanami snorted, “Aren’t you dating Utahime right now? Or was it Getou? Or both?”
Gojo sniffed primly, “Obviously Utahime, why would I be together with that abhorrent man?”
Nanami merely nodded along, as if it was not so painfully obvious that the only thing on Gojo’s mind was the three of them together on a bed doing god knows what.
“And besides, I promised y/n that I’d be her partner for these gatherings so I could spite the Zenin elders. You know they hate me, and they know I don’t have romantic feelings for y/n, but they can’t say anything otherwise. And this way they won’t be able to nag her about a ‘boyfriend.’” Despite Gojo’s usual flippant demeanor towards everyone and everything, Nanami had to begrudgingly admit that he could be…noble at times.
“I see,” Nanami paused, not liking the direction the conversation was going. “And what do you want me to do about this?”
His friend stared pointedly at him. “Well duh, obviously for you to go with her. I have a date with Utahime on that night. And she doesn’t know that I sometimes help y/n with these things.”
“I don’t see how me going with her will alleviate her situation,” Nanami said wryly.
“You’re a man of considerable status, obviously not as high as me,” Gojo added, and at that Nanami arched an eyebrow, “but better than most people. You can hold your own, and the Zenin elders wouldn’t dare say anything since they’d have to answer to me if anything went wrong. So what do you say? This weekend, a date with y/n?” He wiggled his white eyebrows infuriatingly and Nanami wanted to smack the smug look off his face.
“I refuse.”
It was simple as that. There was no way he’d subject himself to a night of gossiping Zenins…amidst other pressing issues. Because he knew if he saw you in any sort of formal or traditional wear, he’d lose his self-control.
“You won’t help out your two bosses?”
“I’d help y/n, but not you.”
“But going with her would be helping her more than helping me.”
Nanami thought about it for a moment. The man had a point. Indeed, accompanying y/n to the gathering would be more helpful to you than Gojo, but did he really want to tempt himself? Put himself in a situation he would likely lose? Lose deliciously?
Gojo whined, “I really have no one else to ask. Just do this as a favor for me.”
“A favor?” A favor from a Gojo would be invaluable.
“Yes yes, a favor.”
“You do know that a favor means you’re going to have to do something for me, right?”
“I know that.”
“Okay then. I’ll do it.”
Gojo clasped Nanami’s hands, “Thank you so much, Nanamin, y/n and I will definitely not forget this favor!”
Nanami nodded, sliding his hands out of Gojo’s grasp. “And please keep your hands to yourself next time.”
“Mmmhmm, anything for my savior! Well, I got to go, Utahime’s going to be mad at me if I get home late again!” And then Gojo’s long legs were carrying him out of the office as quickly as he’d arrived, leaving no trace of his eccentric boss.
And Nanami was left to stare at his stack of papers. He sighed. It seemed that he would be unable to avoid going into overtime tonight.
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“Gojo Satoru!” You yelled into the phone, “What did you just say?” You were getting looks from the other customers in the convenience store but you didn’t care. Gojo had gone and done something stupid. Again.
“Aw, y/n, don’t be mad at me. It’s not like I didn’t fix the issue. I said that Nanamin would be going with you to the gathering tonight. It shouldn’t be an issue! He’ll be almost as good as I am as your human body shield.”
You growled into the phone, trying to resist the urge to throw your expensive phone at the shelf. Sure, you had enough money to replace the phone and reimburse the store for any damages, but you already looked crazy enough in your oversized anime t-shirt, sweats, and old sandals and scandal was not befitting of a high profile attorney like you. But how were you supposed to know that your “friend” and business partner was going to spring this news upon you when you went to buy milk tea from the convenience store this morning?
“Why would you ask Nanami to go with me?” You hissed. The part-timer looked mildly afraid as you rummaged around for your card. He checked you out quickly and you left, walking quickly through your apartment lobby, fingers jabbing at the gold buttons of the pristine elevator.
When you saw how messy you looked in the elevator mirror, you scowled. This is what happened when Gojo suddenly sprang things up at the last moment. But you could deal with it. You always did.
The elevator dinged when it reached the top floor and you moved to align your eyes with the iris scanner before slamming the door closed.
“Are you angry at me?” Gojo asked meekly. At least as meekly as he could.
“Don’t act all cutesy with me,” you snapped, twisting open the bottle of milk tea before chugging half of it in one gulp. “Yes of course I’m angry at you, and I haven’t had my milk tea yet so be quiet while I drink it.”
Gojo stayed silent. He knew how much you liked your milk tea in the morning. It was like a coffee addiction. If you didn’t have it in the morning and someone tried to talk to you
When you finished, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand feeling more centered after that rush of sugar. “Does he know when and where it is?” Your tone was brusque and business-like.
“Yes of course,” Gojo scrambled to satisfied you. “I’ve texted him all the information including dress code and what to do and not do.”
“I doubt he needs pointers on how to dress and conduct himself, Gojo. In fact, I think you need that more than he does.”
“Haha, you’re so funny, y/n.”
But you were not laughing.
“Uh, anyway,” Gojo cleared his throat, “just let me know if you run into any troubles and I’ll come over as soon as I can.”
“Sure thing,” you deadpanned, “and let your girlfriend and boyfriend maul me for taking you away from them for a ‘date’ with me.”
“Why do you and Nanamin both think I’m dating them both?” He whined. “It’s Utahime, there’s no way I’m getting back with that crazy man again.”
“Uh-huh, whatever you say Gojo.” But you knew that Gojo liked to self-sabotage his relationships with people. Every time he felt that he was getting a little too close, a little too happy, he’d break up with his lover and do crazy, stupid things. Utahime was new, a breath of fresh air for Gojo, but you were worried that he was going to mess that up too. Your voice softened. “Just be careful.”
“You too,” he was serious now, “I know how much you like him.”
You closed your eyes, immediately conjuring up the stern image of Nanami, with his blonde hair, high cheekbones, rich baritone, and rare smile. I like him too much. “Thank you. I’ll see you Monday, Gojo, you better be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and actually do your work.”
“Mmmhmm, yes ma’am, whatever you say boss.”
“Bye,” you huffed.
“Bye.”
You hung up and flopped yourself down on the sofa. It was going to be a long day.
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At 7pm, you pulled up to the Zenin Estate in your black Audi, handing your keys off to the valet in the front. Your car could be considered too flashy for daily life, but here, amongst other Ferraris, Bugattis, and Teslas, your quaint little sedan was considered modest by Zenin standards. For such a terribly conservative and traditional household, having a valet and all these modern technologies was hypocritical. If only the clan could be so forward-thinking in their ideas towards women.
But perhaps that would never happen.
Not while people like Zenin Naobito and his misogynistic son, Naoya led the clan. They’d drop dead before they even entertained the idea.
So here you were, at another stupid Zenin “family gathering” where it really was just a guise for Zenins to preen over the main branch family members, insult those they deemed weak and disobedient, and make jokes about women. You were not going to kiss up to any misogynistic pigs, so, unfortunately, fell into the latter two categories.
You sighed. It was going to be a long night. Then your phone buzzed lightly. Pulling it out of your purse, you were surprised by the name in the chat.
Nanami: I saw you pull up. I’m already here. Waiting in the lobby.
You looked up, searching for him.
Y/n: I’m surprised.
Nanami: Why? Shouldn’t the one who’s doing the accompanying show up first?
You mused at that. How gentlemanly of him. But then of course, Nanami was always a gentleman.
Y/n: Yes. But Gojo never showed up till halfway through.
His reply was swift.
Nanami: But I am not Gojo. Hurry in now, it’s getting cold.
You smiled at that before making your way down the long pathway to the residence and meeting up with Nanami.
As per usual, he was dressed in a sharp black three-piece suit but for some reason today, you were struck by just how stunning he looked. But you tried to school your emotions into one of neutrality. It wouldn’t do for him to find out about your feelings for him now. Not while you were so vulnerable. And definitely not in front of your wretched family.
“You look stunning,” he rumbled.
A shiver ran down your back, sensuality oozing from him. “As do you,” you replied.
“Are you cold?” he murmured, “You shivered.”
There was absolutely no way you’d admit that his voice made you ache. So you agreed. “Yes, just a little.”
Immediately, he peeled off his blazer and draped it around your shoulders, his smell enveloping you. You tried not to hug it closer against you or be too obvious about sniffing his scent. And God did he smell good, like cinnamon and spices and masculine warmth.
“Shall we?” He offered an arm and you took it, following the directions of the servants to the main room where you’d be dining with everyone else. You tried to not be conscious of how good he felt against you, but it was hard to not notice as the traditional Japanese format of the residence meant the corridors were quite narrow. You almost ran into another servant, but Nanami pulled you closer to him at the last moment.
“Careful,” he murmured.
You flushed, feeling like a bumbling idiot in front of her crush. “Thank you.”
It seemed like forever until you reached the main room, and you were almost relieved to be away from him (lest you betray your secret), but you immediately changed your mind when you heard that annoyingly familiar voice.
“Well well well, who do we have here. It’s the useless woman who doesn’t know her place and tries to flaunt everything she has.”
You could feel Nanami tense next to you, but you tightened your hand on his arm reassuring him. It was nothing you couldn’t handle or weren’t used to.
“At least I have things that I earned by my own abilities. You’re nothing without the Zenin name you so proudly display like a dusty old trophy no one takes a second glance at.”
Naoya scowled at you, but you were far too used to those looks. And besides, it was true that everything you are now was built on your hard work and partnership with Gojo. Naoya was just a sniveling coward who put down women to make himself feel better about himself. “Watch your words, woman. You’re still a Zenin and as such, I am still your master. You must listen to me.”
“Whatever you say honey,” you drawled, slowly leading Nanami away and to the dinner table where the things you were really interested in (the gourmet food) lay. “You’ve got too much pent-up frustrations. Ever think of getting yourself out there? You need to get laid, seriously. It’ll make you feel happier, you know all the dopamines and serotonin after sex and whatnot.”
“You-” Naoya growled, reaching for you, but Nanami stepped in between.
“Watch where you put your hands, Naoya,” he intoned. “And there are many eyes.”
Naoya cursed before storming away, no doubt to take his anger out on a poor servant. You sagged down on the cushion and started digging into the food, not caring that the dinner hadn’t officially started yet. It didn’t matter to you though — you were here for formalities and you’d be leaving before most people arrived anyway.
Nanami knelt down beside you, folding his long limbs into the narrow space between the wall and low table. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you said in between bites of sashimi and tempura. You put some food on Nanami’s plate. “Here, you should eat too. We won’t be here for long. I just need to show my face and then I’ll be out of here. And this is the good stuff. They don’t skimp on the food.”
He chuckled, the low laugh making your stomach clench. “Indeed, you seem to be enjoying it very much.”
It was then that you realized that you probably looked like a pig stuffing yourself. “Ah, well I-”
“Please don’t concern yourself. I love a woman who enjoys eating.”
Your cheeks grew hot, “Uh, thanks I guess?”
Nanami’s smile grew bigger at that before he reached for the sashimi you put in his plate and ate it, watching as his eyes closed while he savored the raw fish. And all the while you watched him, enraptured by that look of bliss on his face before he caught your gaze. You turned, stuffing more fish into your mouth, but you knew by the way he rumbled that he had seen you.
After you’d stuffed yourself full of fish, you got up to leave, Nanami ever so faithfully by your side before you heard and smelled him. That loud voice and disgusting smell of cigarette and sake…your father. You wanted to avoid him, but he was walking your way and there was nowhere to go and you felt like the hallway was closing on you, your breathing grew shallow and—
Someone tugged you to the side somewhere and suddenly you were walking down a different corridor and pulled into a room, the door sliding shut behind you.
“Y/n! Y/n! Are you okay?” Nanami’s hands were cupping both sides of your face and he leaned down to make eye contact with you.
You blinked dazedly at him.
“Are you okay, y/n?” This time, softly.
“I…I- yes, I’m fine.” You took deep breaths in and out, trying to center yourself.
“Do you need a hug?”
You hugged him even before the words left his lips, pressing your face against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, grounding you.
Nanami said nothing, holding you tight against him knowing that you needed this moment for yourself. The two of you stayed in the hallway in silence for what seemed like forever before you broke off, suddenly self-conscious of what went on.
“Ah, Nanami…about that. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“I wasn’t pushing myself onto you?”
“No.” He stated as if it was a fact. “I offered a hug. And I quite enjoyed it.”
You were afraid to say your next words. “Then…will you make me feel better?”
“Feel better?” He repeated.
“Yes.” You were afraid he would be too dense to understand, but when you met his eyes you saw an intensity that would be hard to mistake.
Nanami moved closer, pressing a featherlight kiss on your forehead before moving to your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips. He stayed light, just brushing your lips, but you wanted more, no, needed more, so you linked your hands behind his neck and pressed him against you, pushing against him, teasing your tongue against the seam of his lips before he acquiesced and you slipped his tongue against his, the two of you panting against each other. You stayed glued together like this for so long that you didn’t even realize you weren’t breathing until Nanami pulled back.
“Breath, y/n,” he chuckled.
But you wanted more. “More, Nanami.”
“Hmm, if you’ll have me,” he dropped to his knees, eyes deep with promise, “then I’ll give you more.”
Nanami went straight to your thighs, inhaling deeply, sinking his callused fingertips into your plush thighs. “Soft.” He mumbled.
“W-what?”
“Soft. Like my favorite mochi bread. Your thighs.” Nanami nuzzled up to the highest point of your inner thigh and you slapped a hand against your mouth to stop the whimper that slipped through.
“Zenin-sama?” A servant knocked on the door and you froze. “Are you doing okay in there?”
Your voice was shaky as you responded. “I-I’m fine.”
“Do you need anything? I thought I heard something.”
You glanced quickly down at Nanami, catching his eyes before answering, “No I’m good I-” you let out a yelp when you felt something wet firmly press against your panties. Then again, and again, until you were sure that the wetness on your panties was more from yourself than from Nanami’s saliva.
“Are you sure you’re fine? I can come in and-”
“No,” you said, trying to force the harshness that Zenin servants were used to from their masters. As least as harshly as you could given the circumstances. “I’m fine I just have a stomachache. It’ll go away soon after a while. Please leave.”
And all the while, Nanami kept pressing his tongue against your underwear and you squirmed, aching for friction against your folds, not this half-hearted touch.
“Very well, Zenin-sama. I’ll leave you then.” The servant paused for a second, and you choke back another moan, have to choke back another moan, worried that she’ll hear, but she leaves, footsteps sounding against the tatami floors until you can’t hear them anymore.
The moment she’s gone, you look down at Nanami, half-delirious but ready to scold him with your attorney attitude turned on, but when he shoves your panties to the side and puts his lips straight against your folds, cheeks hollowing, sucking hard, it’s like all the string that was wound tight in your stomach breaks and you cry out at the sensation. But he barely gives you time to catch your breath before he shoves a finger inside, your walls fluttering harshly against the digit.
“So tight,” he murmurs, lips still pressed against your sticky folds as he moves his finger in and out. “But you take me so well,” he murmurs hotly against the seam of your pussy and you feel every breath he takes. Then he’s adding another finger, and you have no time to catch your breath before he spears his fingers knuckles deep into you and sucks your clit harshly at the same time.
“C-cumming, ‘m gonna cum, I-” The sensation is so overwhelming to you, your second orgasm so close to the first you’ve ever had that you squeeze your thighs together and clench blonde hairs between your fingers, trying to push his head away, the feeling too much for you.
You expect him to pull away from you now, (surely two orgasms is good enough) but the tight squeeze of your thighs around his cheeks only pushes him closer to you, and he begins licking your folds again, taking slow, measured, deliberate long licks against your core and you squirm against him.
“Na-Nanami,” you mewl, “It’s too much,” you try pushing him away but he only sucks harder, gripping the plush of your thighs and pushing them away to make more room for him.
“Hm?” And you know he’s enjoying it, from the way he doesn’t stop, just pushing his tongue between your pussy, going anywhere but where your clit is.
“Too much,” but even as you say those words, you know you want him to do anything but stop.
And he knows it. “But I know you have one more for more, sweetheart. Just one more, then I’ll let you go. You can do it for me, right? Be a good girl for me.” You clench hard at his praise, already feeling the onslaught of another orgasm. Nanami chuckles. “You like it when I praise you don’t you, angel?”
You don’t say anything, your moan is enough of an answer for him. But it’s frustrating. He’s just kissing your folds, touching everywhere but your clit, and you writhe against him, trying to get pressure against the nub. “Just touch me there.”
Nanami parts your wet folds with sloppy fingers, inserting three fingers so deeply his knuckles are pressed against your pussy and you feel so full that you almost cum on the spot. “Like this?”
“N-No, you know where.” Your face burns, too embarrassed to say the words.
“Use your words, y/n,” he admonishes softly while planting sticky kisses, “Otherwise, I won’t know what you want. Isn’t that what an attorney should do? Use their words to elucidate what exactly is required?”
“Y-yes, but it’s embarrassing.”
“Angel, it’s a little too late to feel embarrassed now. And having you all soft and pliant and embarrassed in my hands is a rare opportunity. You melt like soft bread in my mouth,” he replies while kissing your thighs, your folds, everywhere but your clit and pushing his fingers deep into your pussy. You’re about to burst and he knows it. “Use your words, y/n.” He looks straight into your eyes as he says those words, a sultry command, and he might be kneeling before you, but you know that you’re the one who’s at his mercy.
Use your words.
And who are you to disobey?
“Touch my clit.”
You want the ground to just swallow you up after you say those words, so filthy against your virgin lips, but Nanami allows you no respite. He immediately latches onto that small nub like it’s his sole purpose for living while his fingers spear your pussy. And the sight of the usually reserved man doing such nasty things to you and the lewd sounds of your wetness pushes you over the edge and you’re cumming again for the third time, thighs shaking against his cheeks, trying to steady legs that feel like jelly.
Nanami draws himself up quickly, pressing his wet lips against yours to muffle the sound, kissing you through your orgasm. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that you can taste yourself on him, but you’re so exhausted that you hardly register when he picks you up and sets you down on the futon in the center of the room.
The severity of the situation sets in when you finally catch your breath. Holy fuck. I just slept with my subordinate. My longtime crush. Fuck fuck fuck. He’s going to think I’m unprofessional. That I’m easy. You turn your face away from him, shame creeping up on you, but Nanami catches your chin between his hands, stopping you from turning away.
“What’s wrong?” His skin has a beautiful flushed glow and his hair is messy, lips swollen, and you think to yourself that you’re wrong. You thought he was handsome in his three-piece suit, but no, he looks so pretty when he’s like this.
But his looks only distract you for a second before you remember what happened. “I-I came so quickly.” You mutter.
He hums. “Yes, I noticed.”
“Three times.”
“That, I also noticed.”
You’re pretty sure your face is in flames now; any semblance of professionalism gone. “It’s embarrassing! And I can’t believe I slept with my subordinate!”
“How is that embarrassing? It only means that you felt pleasure under my touch. Isn’t that a good thing?” His lips are pulled up into a smile, and he looks pleased with himself. “And don’t worry, what happens between us is a private situation, I won’t let it affect my work.”
You knew Nanami was a very professional man, he wouldn’t bring feelings into his job. But the issue still remained. “No,” you sulk. “You’re just going to think I’m easy now.”
“Never.” His response is swift and more passionate than you expected. “I would never think you’re easy. And there is no shame from taking pleasure from another willing party.”
His legal lingo catches you. So formal, Nanami, even during sex. You laugh. “A willing party?”
Nanami nods. He looks so serious that you can’t help but laugh again. “Yes, that’s what I am.” You know that that’s just how he is, direct and candid, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.
Maybe it’s the post-sex euphoria that makes you bolder than usual. “And would this willing party be willing to partake in this activity again with me?”
There’s no hesitation. “Yes.”
So you sit up, swinging your legs across muscled thighs and seating yourself above him. You lean down to kiss him and moan when gently nips your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth.
“I could get used to this kind of activity.” You say breathlessly.
“As can I.” He replies.
You laugh. He didn’t know how you felt yet, but there’d be plenty of time to explore and tell him later. You’d celebrate your victories one day at a time.
“Kiss me again, Nanami.”
He smiled, “With pleasure."