BE LIKE A WOMAN . . .
In which, your co-worker, Nanami Kento gets far too intoxicated at the office party.
Out of immense peer pressure from your colleagues, you've ended up at this bar, wasting away your evening doing nothing but nursing a drink in silence. Everything's overpriced, and everyone's boring, even the bartender dozed off at one point.
Beside you, there's drunk patrons blabbering about their younger days, engaging in conversation between themselves. Your tipsy colleagues mill about, struggling to keep their balance each drink they take, not forgetting to congratulate the boss in hopes of a promotion, probably.
Stumbling into the stool beside you, is none other than Nanami.
It's unusual to see him like this, staggering and slurring, but you'll admit it's nice to see everyone so laid-back and casual. Lost in thought, you notice Nanami glancing at you, his cheeks are flushed. Cute.
“Problem?” You ask coyly, shifting closer to him.
Flustered, Nanami pushes his thin wire-framed glasses up, a nervous habit perhaps, a small twitch in his hand, too. “No, no. Not at all.”
As you begin to conversate, the lively music simmers down into jazz music, which makes it easier to hear the stammer in his low voice.
“Did my staring bother you?”
His soothing voice, his softened gaze, it all stirs something inside of you, a foreign feeling you're not used to in the slightest.
Letting out an exhale, you shake your head. “I quite liked the attention I received from you, actually.”
Nanami hums contentedly as he watches you sip your drink, the alcohol doing nothing to ease your heart's frantic thumping. “Would you like more attention? Maybe a little more. . . hands-on?”
Ah, you've got nothing else to lose, why not?
Who knew this well-mannered man would suggest bathroom sex? Although, you didn't turn it down, the risk made it all the more appealing to you.
After Nanami led you into the most spacious stall, a frown formed on his face. “I don't have a condom right now.”
Intoxicated, you shrugged it off, under the impression Nanami would go raw. Certainly not.
Making haste with shoving your skirt to your ankles, Nanami positioned you carefully, your legs resting on his shoulders. Once you got comfortable, he caressed your inner thighs, his fingers tracing your panties.
Nanami glanced up at you as he slid your underwear off, you were soaked since you both locked eyes tonight. Dragging his nose over your mound, his tongue darted out occasionally, making you jolt. “Don't tease me, Nanami.”
“I'd prefer if you called me Kento.” That alone already had you pulsing, your slick coating his chin. “I'm simply just savouring your taste, not teasing you, sweetheart.”
Licking a stripe up your glistening pussy, Nanami's tongue circled your clit and the pleasure was well-anticipated, making you keen out. “Ken—yes, that's it!”
Quickly, he clamped a hand over your mouth to cease your moans, you'd forgotten you were both in a public place. But, his tongue lapped at you faster, desperate to hear your muffled moans. Two fingers pumped in and out of your hole, your obscene squelching bouncing off the bathroom walls.
Under the fluorescent lighting, you found yourself appreciating how hot he is while he ate you out. Until his tongue hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Yesyesyesyes,” you repeated over and over like a mantra.
You're suddenly glad you listened to your co-workers and went to this party, after all.
A/N: i missed writing so bad












