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Your office threw parties every once in a while when there was something to celebrate. As it turned out, this had been your best quarter in ten years, and your boss caved to the pleadings of his subordinates when they asked for a night to loosen up.
Kento Nanami, the man in question, was quiet, handsome, and utterly unreadable. You never knew what he was thinking—no one did. It was his mysterious aura that had your brain thinking up crude scenarios of what exactly he could be hiding behind his cold gaze. You would catch his eye occasionally during the workday, and a look would nearly melt you. His strong forearms on display when he rolled up his sleeves, his high cheekbones and his deep voice… whenever he said your name it sent shivers down your spine.
The night of the party, you were determined to be as stunning as possible. You would make him look twice.
“Satoru, tell Kento to lighten up, will you?” You giggled over the top of your glass. “He only listens when you tell him stuff.”
“That’s not true,” Nanami grumbled.
“It’s a party, Kento. Drink a little.”
Satoru eyed your boss, sizing him up.
“He’s already had three glasses. Haven’t you, Nanami?”
The man’s eyes widened in shock, but he recovered quickly.
“My tolerance is high for both alcohol and you. You’re lucky I’m such a patient man, Gojo.”
Your white-haired colleague grinned teasingly.
“I think you should have one more drink.”
“Why’s that?” You butted in.
“See, Nanami only ever has three drinks at social gatherings. He knows if he breaks that rule, he might actually have some fun.”
Your boss rolled his eyes.
“He’s no fun, I’m telling you!” You groaned. You would never dare to disrespect your superior in front of his face, but the liquor had taken its hold. Your rosy cheeks were a dead giveaway that you were fairly intoxicated.
“This is a work event. There is no need to drink yourself into a stupor,” Nanami stated simply. You sighed.
Your tight black dress wasn’t working the magic you had hoped it would. It was fairly low cut, but not too short; tasteful yet sexy. You had styled your hair in a sultry manner, giving yourself a dark smoky eye and pink lips. And yet, Kento had yet to give you a passing glance.
“Suit yourself,” Satoru shrugged and stalked away. You stayed by your boss’s side, fiddling with a bracelet around your wrist.
“Are you enjoying yourself tonight, (y/n)?” Kento spoke gently. You hid your face and bit your lip, trying to keep your mind in check. Composing yourself, you looked up at him and smiled.
“Very much, sir.”
There.
You saw it. Only for a second, but you saw it. His guard had dropped. A small flex of the jaw, his eyes flashing. You had done something right.
“What about you?” You asked, making sure to look at him with widened eyes and a furrowed brow. “Is the party to your satisfaction, sir?”
He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact. Holy fuck. Were you… successfully seducing him?
“It’s fine.”
“Just fine?
“I…” He looked at you, his eyes darting down to your mouth. You smiled.
“I need a drink.”
“But I thought—“
“Satoru!” He called. “Get me a drink.”
“Aye aye, captain!”
“What happened to the three drink limit?” You licked your lips.
“I changed my mind,” he mumbled.
Four. Kento had drank four more glasses. You were in shock. His cheeks were dusted pink, and his stance was more relaxed. And yet, he was still perfectly in control of his words. Clearly, a whopping seven drinks wasn’t enough to put the large man out of commission. You didn’t care about that, though. What you did care about was his wandering eyes. You stayed close by his side, making small talk, and every time you did, his eyes would move to your lips or your chest or your legs. He would try to reign himself in, but you could feel yourself glow with triumph.
“Kento, sir?” You piqued gently. He immediately looked over at you, excusing himself from the conversation he was having.
“(y/n)?” You shuddered at his informality.
“I was wondering if you would come help me with moving boxes in the break room.” You blushed. “I can’t seem to lift them by myself and they’re blocking the refrigerator. I wanted to refill the refreshments.”
He nodded, and you followed him away from the chattering of your coworkers to the break room. It was quiet. You pointed to the boxes in question, watching as he flipped his tie over his shoulder and rolled up his sleeves. His forearms were muscular, as you were well aware, and the pronounced veins made your mouth water. He moved the boxes with ease as you opened the fridge.
“Dammit! There are none in here! I—“ You turned, only to bump straight into Nanami’s chest.
“Kento…?”
His arms moved to the fridge, caging you against it. You hadn’t planned to move, anyway. You were too distracted by him.
He was staring at you like you were an oasis in a desert; mouth slightly agape, chest rising and falling faster than normal.
Without the alcohol, you knew you wouldn’t be quite so bold, but the sight front of you was too great an opportunity to pass up.
“Do you… want to touch me?” You tilted your head slightly.
His cheeks flushed considerably, but his gaze gave him away. Desire flooded his irises, darkening his pretty brown eyes. He looked away.
“It’s okay,” you whispered. You reached up and took his wrists, placing his hands on your hips.
“(y/n)…” Kento’s voice was low and desperate. You pressed your thighs together.
“Touch me, Kento.”
At your words, his hands roved over your body, caressing your waist, grabbing your ass. The force of his grip was sudden and shocking, and you couldn’t help the moan that slipped past your lips. His hands stilled.
“(y/n)…”
Your eyes dropped to his khakis, eyeing the prominent bulge beneath them. Your mouth watered.
“Look at me.”
You immediately looked up.
“I want you.” His voice, hoarse and ragged, had your knees weak.
“Kento…” You couldn’t stop staring at his lips.
Without warning, his hand gripped the back of your neck and pulled you to him, kissing you with a fervor you didn’t know he possessed.
He pressed his tongue past your lips, sloppy and desperate, eliciting moans from the back of your throat. You felt his muscular chest underneath his thin white button-up, and you wrestled with the tie around his neck. You wanted him. Fuck, you needed him. Forcing yourself to think logically, you pulled away.
“Should we go somewhere else? I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
His hair was slightly disheveled, his lips pink from your kisses, and a vein throbbed in his neck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Come with me.”
He led you to the door, fixing his tie before turning back to you. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and wiped your lower lip with his thumb.
“Let’s be quick, now.”
You could do nothing but nod.
Kento opened the door, and you followed him obediently. As he walked past his subordinates, and you were like a horse with blinders. Your tunnel vision had you ignoring your coworkers and focusing only on Nanami’s muscular back.
He led you out of the conference room and down the hall, making a left and then a right. You knew exactly where he was taking you.
Kento grabbed a key out of his pocket and fumbled with the lock on the door in front of him. He managed to get it open, and you walked slowly inside.
His office.
The desk was neat and featured very few trinkets. A stack of papers awaited him. His high-backed chair was rolled slightly away from where he normally sat. The room was dark. You turned around to see Kento closing the door.
“This is more private, I think.”
You nodded.
There was a pause, silence punctured only by your labored breathing.
“I—“
He cut you off with his mouth on yours, and you fell into his embrace. His strong arms kept you upright as you wrapped your own around his neck. You ran a hand through his hair, desperate to see what it looked like unkempt. Kento’s hands continued their exploration of your body that was interrupted from before. His right hand massaged your breast, his left squeezing your thigh. You widened your stance, anxious to be touched. Your hand lowered to his crotch, rubbing against the strained fabric of his pants. His hands moved to your back, unzipping your dress and pushing it off your shoulders. It fell to the ground with a small rush of air. Kento separated himself from you and gazed at your body.
Of course, if you looked good with the dress on, you couldn’t leave looking bad with it off. You were in a matching black set; just a simple lace bra and a thong. Kento eyed your breasts hungrily. You leaned forward and finally undid his tie, unlooping it from around his neck and letting it drop. You maintained eye contact, undoing his buttons one by one. Only then did you glance down.
Kento had the body of a God. His perfectly sculpted torso was smooth and gorgeous, his pectorals and abs pronounced.
“Do you want to touch me, darling?” Kento’s low rumble startled you. That asshole. He stole your line. It didn’t matter, you were in too deep to even get upset about it.
“Yes,” you nearly whimpered.
“Go on. Be a good girl and touch me.”
Oh, he knew. He knew what he was doing. You felt yourself, you knew you were wet. Your trembling hands went to his chest, fingers tracing each crevice and line. You felt his hip bones, the trail of dirty blond hair cut off by a belt and his khakis.
“Enough of that.”
Kento shoved his knee between your legs, until you were balanced on his thigh. He pressed it against your pussy, and your hips started moving on their own.
He removed his shirt, grabbing your stalling hips with his hands and grinding you against his muscular leg. You closed your eyes, tipping your head back in ecstasy.
“Fuck, Kento,” you breathed.
One of his hands moved to grope your tits, squeezing harshly and making you gasp.
“Oh, you like that? My pretty girl wants me to touch her tits, huh?”
“Please… yes, sir, plea—AAH!”
His mouth was buried in your chest, harshly sucking at your tits. His tongue found your nipple, swirling around the bud as your hips increased their speed.
“Kento, fuck, I want you,” you moaned. “Please… aah… please, just fuck me, please…”
“Beg for me.”
“Fucking hell, Kento… I need you! I need you in me, please! Please, sir, I’m begging you, I—ahh!”
You felt his fingers slide past your panties and plunge into your pussy, pumping in and out. You squirmed underneath him, a mess of moans.
“You can barely handle my fingers, and you want my dick?” He chuckled darkly. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum right on my fucking hand.”
You jerked your head back and immediately finished, his fingers playing you like an instrument.
He removed them from inside, staring into your eyes. He held up his two digits, covered in your slick.
“Open.”
You obliged, sucking his fingers clean.
He gave you a wry smile, unbuttoning his khakis and letting them drop to the ground. His erection was stretching his boxers so much it looked almost painful. You instinctively reached for him, but he smacked your hands away.
“Did I say you could touch?”
You shook your head no.
“You gonna be a good girl for me?”
You nodded.
“Good. Now…” he pulled down his boxers. His cock slapped against his toned abdomen. You whimpered in anticipation.
“Suck it.”
You dropped to your knees, taking the length of his dick in your mouth almost immediately. He exhaled heavily, a hand gently resting on your head so he could fuck your face.
“Good girl… fuck… you’re doing so good for daddy. Suck on it just like that.”
Your lewd noises mixed with his groans of pleasure made you rub your legs together. He pulled your hair, effectively separating his dick from your mouth.
“So patient. Such a good girl. Sit on the desk, spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir.”
You did as you were told, and he lined up with your entrance.
“You sure you can handle me?” He asked, teasing you and rubbing his tip along your folds.
“I don’t care,” you breathed out honestly. “Just fuck me, Kento. Please, daddy, please.”
“Say my name again.”
“Kento—fuck!”
He thrusted into you without warning. You didn’t even take all of him at first, but he rolled his hips again, and you pulled him in. He felt so good inside you.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he grunted, as if reading your mind.
He started moving, his thrusts getting more and more aggressive. You weren’t just moaning at this point, you were almost screaming.
“I feel you getting tighter,” he was right by your ear. “You wanna cum, don’t you?”
“Please… please, p-please, please,” you could barely speak.
“That’s what I fucking like to hear. Come on, baby. It’s alright, you can cum. Cum for daddy, cum all over this cock.”
He slammed into you one final time and you came undone, finishing on his dick. He pulled out and flipped you over with ease, making you bend over the desk. In an instant, he was back inside you.
“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He slammed into you. “You dirty fucking slut. You wanted me to fuck you tonight, didn’t you? You wanted me to bend you over my fucking desk and rail you. You in that fucking dress, you tease. You’re not gonna be able to fucking walk when I’m done with you. I want this whole fucking office to know you’re mine. You’re my perfect little slut. Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m… I’m yours, Kento.”
He slapped your ass, and you whined.
“Louder.”
“Fuck—“ you choked over your words. “Fuck, Kento, I’m yours. I’m yours, daddy, fuck!”
You came again, screaming in ecstasy. It didn’t matter. He didn’t stop. Nanami kept his brutal pace, his hips repeatedly hitting your ass. He kept a hand on your back as a guide, moving the other to grab your hair.
“Look back at me,” he ordered. You turned your head, his imposing figure causing you to clench around him.
“Good. I want to see that fucking face. Let me see how good I’m making you feel.”
“S-so good, Kento,” the words breathlessly tumbled from your mouth. “So good… you feel so good… please, more…”
“Take all of me, baby. I wanna feel you cum for me again and again. I’m so proud of you, you’re doing so well. You’re my good girl, huh?”
You only moaned in reply. His low, soothing voice had sent you over the edge again. Your legs were shaking violently. You had lost count of how many times he had made you finish.
Abruptly, Kento pulled out, breathing heavily. He took your waist and turned your naked body to face you. He chucked.
“God, your body is fucking perfect. Just looking at it makes me want to keep fucking you.”
You looked up at him, eyes wide and filled with tears from the force of his movements.
“Don’t look at me like that…” He groaned, a hand moving to his dick.
“Why not?” You finally spoke, your voice hoarse.
“I’m gonna end up breaking you.”
You shook your head.
“Mm-m. I can handle it.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“How much more can you take?”
“I can go a couple more.”
“Good.”
He lifted you by the waist, forcing you to wrap your legs around him. You were so close; you could see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes.
He sank his cock into you again, and you immediately buried your head in his neck. He put a hand on your hair, holding you to him, and began moving.
“Good girl,” he hummed. “You like it when I do all the work? That’s okay, darling. Just hold onto me, I’ll make you forget about everything. Just focus on me.”
Hell, you had never been so focused in your life. You felt every inch of him against your walls, his hand pressing you to his body. The smell of his cologne enveloped you. He brought his mouth to your neck and kissed you, sucking harshly on your skin.
The stimulation of his tongue on your skin and his slow thrusts brought you to the edge yet again. As you came undone, you heard Kento’s harsh breathing.
“Fuck,” he cursed. He removed himself, putting you down.
“Lay down on the desk.”
You abided, careful not to drop any of his papers to the floor.
He climbed on top of you, scanning your body with his eyes.
“I want you to cum on me,” you blurted.
His eyes widened slightly, before he grinned.
“That’s my girl.”
He entered you once more, and you willingly took him all inside of yourself. You closed your eyes, but felt a strong hand wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides.
“Look at me.”
You opened your eyes, mouth open and tongue out.
“You fucking slut. You like being choked, huh? You want me in completely control, don’t you?”
He moved at a punishing pace, and your vision started to cloud from pleasure. Your eyes teared, and your moans got higher pitched.
“You’re a fucking mess. Drooling and crying? It’s fucking pathetic. You’re just a whore for me. Just a hole for my dick. A slut that wants to be fucked. Keep making that pretty face for me and I’m gonna cum soon.”
You felt the tension snap inside you, and you could tell Nanami had reached his limit. He fucked you through your orgasm, continuing after you had gone lax. He removed his hand from your throat to prop himself up. You glanced at his face, glazed with sweat. His eyes were screwed shut, eyebrows furrowed. His breathing was heavy and labored.
“Fuck, (y/n). Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his thrusts turning sloppy.
“Cum for me, baby,” you breathed.
Once, twice, and Kento pulled out, nutting on your chest and stomach. You both panted, completely spent. After a minute, Kento finally spoke.
“Let me get you something to clean that up,” he smiled.
He got up, rustling through drawers until he found a spare shirt. He used a pitcher from the room to wet it, and then returned to your exhausted body on the desk. He then set to gently dabbing at the mess he made. Your head was fuzzy with bliss, and you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face.
“What?” He frowned in confusion.
“You’re so cute,” you practically slurred. The alcohol and endorphins made your brain feel like mush. He looked away, blushing.
“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered.
You giggled.
“I promise, the next time this happens, I’ll be more prepared to clean up. And I’ll find a more comfortable place for you to lay,” he mentioned offhandedly.
“The next time?”
He blanched.
“I mean—“
“Kento?” You asked.
“Hm?”
“I like you a lot,” you smiled lazily.
He shook his head.
“At least let me take you out to dinner before you decide that fast.”
You sat up.
“Are you…? Are you asking me on a date?”
“If I were asking you on a date it would be phrased as a question,” he stated plainly.
Before you even had a chance to be upset, he grabbed your hand.
“So, (y/n)… will you go on a date with me?”
Your breath caught in your throat.
“After I let you absolutely wreck my body? Is that even a question? Of course, you idiot,” you grinned. He smiled bashfully in return.
“I’m gonna get dressed and get you some water. Is that okay?”
“Mhm!”
“Good girl,” he ruffled your hair.
As you watched him clothe himself, you were suddenly so grateful you had decided to wear that black dress.