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Let me be Yours part1

Nanami Kento x Afab Reader

Content: Office sex, oral and fingering. POC reader

TW: smut. MDNI

Sometimes you wonder what happened for you to stay at your job past 10 pm, especially when you consider how much you despise this side of your job. No, you were not a masochist, even though your browser history has some funny searches, you were just in love with your section chief Nanami Kento.

When you first joined the team you didn’t have many expectations; maybe one or two coworkers you could hang out with during lunch; perhaps a cute guy you could watch once in a while. But Him? Nanami-please fuck me against my desk- Kento? You were one step from combusting in your shitty pink blouse you bought years ago, pretty much wetting your underwear like a horny teenager first discovering porn.

He wasn’t just another man. No, he was way more.

His first impression was just the beginning. His put-together appearance like he had everything in control and the way his deep calm voice would give the team's instructions to function as a piece of well-oiled machinery, heaven and hell itself teamed up to create that hottie of a man. But you were aware that it was a temporary and physical attraction, one you could control.

Too bad the universe made sure to remind you how wrong you can be.

At first, you spent a few minutes of your day looking at him. Then those few minutes got longer. Now you couldn't stop staring at his surprisingly strong arms, the size of his hands that could choke and please every inch of your body, how his fingers parted his hair, or how desirable his chest looked whenever he ditched his blazer over the chair during busy days. But you still thought that it was some silly hobby you did from afar.

But by the time you realized you were in love, it was late. Nanami quickly became someone special.

You weren't sure when, but you were not complaining either. He was responsible and kind to your coworkers, especially to you. He would thank you when you brought him coffee whenever you saw him tired, and help him organize his desk in case he was in a hurry. There were days when you both decided to stay until very late to finish a project and spend an insane amount of time together.

And that's exactly what happened that day. Although; you enjoy each other's company, overtime on a Friday night was a mood killer.

"Oh, Mr. Nanami! Guess who bought you a sandwich from the one food truck that was still open," you said while holding, proudly, a plastic bag with his food. "I was one step from ordering something from WacDonalds, but fortunately I found one. They said their food was good but the final verdict it's up to you boss."

Nanami hated overtime. Yes, everybody does, but he never failed to express his despise towards staying until very late working, so you suspect he didn't prepare any food beforehand, unlike you who always had one or two snacks just in case.

"Here, your favorite." You said, leaving his food on his desk, away from the papers and computer. He just looked at you with a tired yet grateful smile.

"You didn't need to do that. I can eat greasy food without dying. But thank you nonetheless," He said, looking briefly at your appearance and feeling guilty. You look out of breath and messy from all that running, but he couldn’t say more because he knew his dark eye bags and wrinkly shirt were ten times worse.

You chuckle at his answer "You do? I always thought you were too old to enjoy some old-time favorite junk food," you said sitting down in the nearest chair, exhausted. "Sorry, I couldn't get anything to drink. "

"Again, you don't have to, water it's just fine, " he took a bite of his sandwich, leaving a soft moan savoring the food. You were relieved it was tasty enough. "Ok, maybe you do. This is a nice one," he said, licking at his lips, one gesture you'd normally find unimpressive, but Nanami always made sure to catch your attention with the most simple things.

His lips were slightly shiny, tempting. Imagine how soft they might be from afar. He had a respectful way to speak to others. Did that also apply to his kisses? Or his gentlemanly appearance would turn into a disrespectful passion that would put anyone to their knees? Maybe, you knew how sarcastic his persona became when angry. Nanami was a man who carefully humiliated with elegance, you've seen it before, and deep down, you crave being the one put in their place by him.

"Are you alright?" his voice got you out of your trance bursting your bubble. "I'm serious, you don't have to stay with me. Go home and rest, I can finish this tomorrow morning."

"Mr. Nanami, you know I won't let you do that." you stood up in front of him as if you weren't dying a moment before. And unconsciously approached him forgetting any professional behavior " It's the third time this month they left our team extra work for gods knows why! And we both know who takes said extra responsibility. I'll not let you handle this by yourself, you look exhausted!"

Then he said, "So you do," and he was right about that. Within the past months, your concealer has gotten more covering to hide your dark circles. So you sighted defeated

"Are you sure there's something else?"

"Not really. It's either mine or someone else's job."

“Nothing?”

“Not a thing, Miss Guerrero. I’m dead serious.”

"Alright," you accepted his answer. The least you wanted is to sound like a pushover. "I'll get my stuff and organize before leaving."

The clock just struck 11 o’clock, and the temperature in the office got worse, security turned off the air conditioner long ago, and your blouse was paying once again the consequences. You also wish you could get rid of your hosiery right there, but that would be inappropriate.

Thankfully all your things were in order, unlike yourself. As soon as you feel the sweat over your body, you take a look in your pocket mirror.

“Fuck!” you said horrified. Everything was a mess, from the hair to the makeup. “Nanami saw me like this?!” checking and fixing to some degree your appearance. Hopefully, the rest of your foundation could hide your embarrassment. How can you confront him after that?

Well, it was already late. You fixed the rest as much as possible before saying goodbye and finishing the night.

Barely crossing the door to his office, you saw him immersed in his computer. You also noticed he finished his sandwich and left behind a trail of disposable cups with coffee and water along with other folders and documents. You doubt he heard you coming.

"Mr. Nanami, I'm leaving." your voice was low, trying not to distract him more. “I hope you have a good night”

He nodded and said, "You too Miss. Guerrero." while settling in his chair trying to be less uncomfortable.

Then a crack sound, one very loud crack.

You, who were almost closing the door, turned around both surprised and worried. Nanami; in the same manner as yours, looked shocked.

"What was that?" you asked, kinda knowing the answer. "Mr.Nanami!" you approach him immediately.

"Everything is fine, I'm alright!" he tried to say but it didn't matter, you were already in front of him trying to figure out where that sound came from.

You never intended to be bold, but your hands were currently on his neck and shoulder, looking for something. Right at the moment, you didn’t stop, you left aside the fact that he was your boss and you were crossing his boundaries.

Your hands traveled and touched without noticing how red his face was and how nervous his breathing got. In his mind, Nanami tried to convince himself it was because of the situation; but not even he could ignore how close your chest was from his face. He thanked the office for having feeble lights, otherwise, he could have been able to tell the color of your bra.

“Mr.Nanami your body isn’t supposed to sound like that,” you said, doing a bit more pressure in between his neck and shoulder. “How long have you been like this? ”

“For a while.” His answer was vague, like many others that involved his health, so you assume it has been more than a while. “My vacations are in less than a month, I’ll be ok”

“Mr.Nanami, don’t lie to me. I know how much you hate overworking” you said. “If you needed to relax you could have said so. I can give you a massage” you suggested.

Nanami was scandalized, “Miss Guerrero, I can’t let you do that!” He was attempting to dismiss your idea.“It would be unprofessional of me, I don’t want to compromise you.”

Being rational, he was right. Nanami might put you in danger as an employee under his care. But there was more about his answer, he refused to let things escalate because he knew how much power you had over his body.

The slight touch of your fingers over his neck was enough to destabilize him. His legs trembled anxiously anytime you moved closer to him, yearning for more.

In the privacy of his home, he could imagine, whispering your name as a lover does, and you'd do the same. If he focused enough, he might even taste the sweetness of your lips, the softest of your skin, and the way your body reacts to his own.

Nanami would take you in as many ways as possible. Listen to your demands. Harder, slower, deeper. You'd be whimpering and digging your nail on his back lost in pleasure, and he would be pressing down your thighs to make sure you take every inch.

"No, I must stop," he thought.

This wasn’t the privacy of his home and your presence nor part of his imagination.

"You don't have to," he whispered.

"But I want to," you replied. "Now get comfortable and leave it to me, Boss"

"Now that I think about it we should move somewhere less chaotic," you remark. His desk wasn't necessarily easy, full of obstacles. Perhaps that one sofa at the corner of his office would work, there were a few things out of place, but nothing you couldn’t solve. " You know what? Why don't you get more comfortable while I prepare some stuff?"

"Yes...sure," he said quietly.

Meanwhile, he took advantage of your absence to calm himself. His chest moved faster, looking for more air than he normally needed. Unfortunately, the real challenge was hiding the bulge in between his thighs, Nanami doubted the lack of light could conceal his arousal.

Nanami always considered himself someone respectful. He avoided unnecessary conflict as much as possible, just like swearing or violent outbursts, and the fact Gojo still walked with all his teeth was proof of it, however being around you was an exception.

He knows it’s not intentional, he trusts you. But in moments like this Nanami didn't trust himself with you, someone so sweet, so bright. A living temptation that torments him every day he is beside you.

“I’m done, Nanami. You can come” you said with a playful tone, maybe it was intentional.

Thankfully the sofa was big enough for you two. You saw how he left his tie over his desk and came near, undoing his first two buttons and sitting in front of you, giving you his back.

“You can start, I’m also ready,” he said, not looking at you.

When you proposed giving him a massage you never thought it would be naughty because of your previous experience working as a masseuse before changing your career path. You had the training, and the skill, and have seen multiple people with barely anything, not the actual situation, but the point is understandable. Your intentions were never about taking some advantage of; however you'll soon realize how odd the whole situation is, not now, but you will.

As soon as you let your hand reach his shoulder you noticed how his body reacted immediately. The stiffness of his posture was concerning, Nanami's muscles were so tense you could compare them to a rock. You left a sight and started.

You keep massaging his lower neck and shoulder blades. Sometimes a bit further on his back, but never crossing his waistline, now fearing that it would make him uncomfortable.

Up and down, and applying bits of pressure. His breath became slower and his stiffness began to fade. Nanami melted on your hands like butter.

"How are you feeling? It's everything alright?" you whispered, coming near to his ear. He just shook his head with a soft motion.

His voice sounded raspy and lower, maybe he was finally relaxing. "No," he answered almost out of breath. "It feels good"

For instance, you realized that providing these services, in particular, wasn’t your brightest idea. Hearing his voice had an immediate effect on your body; as if it had awoken a dormant kink, but you had to be professional and keep going. You'll deal with your wet underwear later.

"I know it's not my business nor my responsibility," you said. " but I'm honest when I said that I don't like it when you push your limits."

He chuckled softly, which was a relief because you were beginning to sense the difference in his posture.

"Considering the things you do for me, it's kind of obvious that you care for my well-being," He said softly "and I don't think I could be more grateful that you're by my side, especially now. I haven’t talked to anyone but..."

"But?"

"but I think you deserve to know that I decided to leave... "

"You are quitting?!" you asked, obviously surprised by the news.

"Yes, I've been thinking about it for a long time and it's time to move on. We both know this job isn't exactly my passion."

He couldn't be more miserable.

Even when you stopped to process the information, you felt a great discomfort in your belly, as if instead of butterflies you had wasps in your stomach. The universe decides to give you the middle finger and laugh at your face. But you couldn't complain either, at some point, your paths were going to part, you just wished it wouldn't be so soon.

"Oh..." was all you could reply.

"Don't worry, before I leave I'll make sure to make up for all the sandwiches you bought me," he said, trying to cheer you up.

His proposal wasn't bad, that way you'd figure out how to make up for what you had left as partners and coworkers. "You mean go out to dinner or literally pay for them?" you asked jokingly using a more cheerful voice since it wouldn't do to let on how much you were affected by his departure. "Because those gourmet breads you like so much aren't cheap at all."

Nanami, who was still mostly turning his back on you, took the opportunity and that he was more comfortable, to slightly lean his body on you and rest his head near the hollow between your neck. Nanami smiled, his lips almost touching your neck. "Whatever you want, I've always intended to spoil you, even if it's with small gestures" he finally said, his voice just as husky as before. "It's the least I can do for my favorite assistant."

“Nanami, please, I’m your only assistant!”

“Even better, that way I can give you all my attention”

You couldn't hold back the smile "You already do that every day"

“ I do” he asked

“Yes! I couldn't ask for a better boss " When you mentioned his position it was in an attempt to keep what was left of your sanity. Your body temperature was rising with the minutes, your clothes were making you uncomfortable and getting in the way. The reasons had nothing to do with poor office maintenance.

His skin, his voice, the closeness of your bodies, and the subtle scent of his cologne, notes of tangerine, tonka bean, and sandalwood. You could try to hold your breath as long as you wanted, but at the end of the day, this man was the main source of your despair.

"I don't think you understand what I mean " Nanami broke away from you and adjusted her position to face you. "I want to show my gratitude to the one person who has kept me sane all this time. I don't think I could have made it through these last few weeks without you, please let me show you how grateful I am that you're by my side; even if it's just for one night."

"Nanami... I" you murmured without paying much attention to your surroundings or the blond's newfound closeness. At no point could you look away or move, you just stood there enraptured by his eyes as his hands gently cupped your face and deposited a chaste kiss at the corner of your lips.

The sensation was short, basically imperceptible, but that was enough to elicit a desperate gasp from you, eager for more.

He didn't wait, still avoiding your lips, Nanami began to kiss your cheeks. Tracing a map of caresses until he reached the junction of your jaw and lightly tested the ground on your neck. From chaste strokes to more intense strokes, sometimes you felt the brush of her teeth. You felt even more heat on your cheeks and the blond's mouth on the most sensitive part of your neck, biting and kissing more and more vehemently. None of this was helping to keep your moans in check.

"Please y/n, tell me we can go on."

"Nanami" you whispered, your mind was softly and slightly lost in his caresses. "Please" you finally agreed. "Please don't stop"

You sounded desperate for more and rightfully so. Nanami pulled away from you completely and for an instant, you felt cold even as your body kept rising in temperature.

You wanted to beg him to come back, but he just put his fingers on your lips preventing you from saying another word. And with all the gentleness in the world, he started to walk up and down your legs making you more comfortable on the couch, your back was completely laid back on the sofa while he continued his tour of your thighs covered by your stockings.

His hands covered most of your thighs, gently squeezing the soft flesh and tracing his lips over your body again. You already knew how warm his lips were on your skin, but feeling them on the most sensitive part of your inner thighs was a different experience.

“Do you like it, y/n?” he asked looking directly at you “Because I know I do” he said giving a quick kiss to the part where your underwear limits your body. “ But I need an answer unless you want me to stop here”

You gasped before giving him an answer, he began teasing your pussy with kind licks that wet through your hosiery and took your sanity in the process “Yes… Yes please” you finally responded to him.

“Good girl,” he said, smiling at you.

Nanami caressed your thighs until she reached the edge of your underwear and stockings. The blond smiled mischievously as he began to play with the elastic and then carefully slid your stockings down your thigh and calves until he reached your ankles. When he finally managed to get rid of them he didn't hesitate to kiss your ankle before moving your legs over his shoulders.

Repositioning her face again between your thighs, you could now feel the warmth of her skin directly against yours. Nanami couldn't wait any longer, with one last look he brought his tongue close to that wet patch in your underwear. The first few licks were tentative, but once he heard your sweet gasps and felt you moving against his face in search of more friction, he didn't hesitate to grab your thighs and dive into your covered pussy and lick more.

The sounds were obscene. His tongue was hard against your panties, It was getting more and more soaked with your arousal and his saliva. Unconsciously you moved your pelvis looking for more pressure, but it wasn't enough. You needed the contact to be even more direct.

Nanami enjoyed your neediness. Looking at you almost gone in pleasure sure was a spectacle. He was a good man, he could feel what you needed the most, but not yet. For an instant, he separated himself from you. You protested his absence, and he just smiled. Nanami moved to the fabric of your underwear and exposed your pussy lips to the environment.

— So pretty. — he kissed them briefly before submerging himself fully into your cunt. Licking, sucking, and teasing your hole. Nanami was merciless as you began to pant.

His nose hit your neglected clit more than once, the friction was delicious, but not enough to make you cum. In an attempt to intensify the sensation, you grabbed his hair and hump his nose as he dived his tongue inside your pussy. — Oh, please!... Kento, please. — you moaned with a bit of desperation. He let go a little laugh to your annoyance, and before you could protest he dive one of his fingers into your pussy replacing his tongue and moving his lips close to the hood of your clit, but not enough to make contact.

— Oh, is this what you need, darling? Do you want me to suck here? — his tone was playful, mocking your desperation. Nanami gave a quick lick to your click and you clenched your walls over his fingers. You nodded but he didn’t look pleased. — Use your words. Do you want me to suck your clit? Do you want to cum on my fingers?. —

This time he began to move his digits in and out of your pussy, they were bigger than yours and a lot more skillful since it didn’t take them a lot to find that little rough patch above your pelvis. He looked at you, loving how easy it was to make you yearn for him. His mistreatment didn't stop. Nanami kept hitting your spot waiting for your words even if you couldn't articulate his name without babbling.

— ple…aSE! Aah!... Kena…ToO! –

— What you say, darling? I can understand. Do you need something from me? — he teased.

— Cum! I need to cum, pleaasee!

He smiled — Whatever you need. —

He put aside his own arousal and concentrated on moving his fingers with more precision, hitting your g-spot. Your body couldn't hold it anymore, your breathing became irregular, your sight blurry. Walls were ready to finish all over his fingers. And when you did, your eyes closed tightly as your body trapped Nanami's fingers, covering him and the sofa with your juices.

Nanami pulled out from your body, amazed by your beauty. Then he proceeds to lick his fingers moaning from the taste.— Am afraid we need somewhere comfier. My apartment perhaps. — he said. — What do you think?

As you incorporated more, you saw how little his pants were counseling his boner. To say you wanted to reciprocate the favor was an understatement, but he was right. His office was not the place for that, as if he didn't already make you see stars minutes before.

— Well… we do deserve a break.

He nodded. — You’re always right. What would I do without you? — Nanami leaned to your height and kissed you one last time before helping you dress. The night was young, and for to new found lovers, that was the best news they could receive.

Hopefully, I will finish this someday. You guys have no idea how much dust this shit was collecting.

My first smut, not entirely proud of the outcome, but I've seen worse things being done.

if you guys find a mistake, my bad.

Bone appel teet.

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