Ah, Gojo Satoru. Just by hearing his name could make people either stress or dreamful. The one and only son of the Gojo clan, His father who used to be the CEO of a very successful company that he had built himself. After Satoru's father had retired from his job, of course the CEO position will be inherited by Satoru himself. Oh, to be such a CEO running a successful company at the age of 29, Satoru couldn't help but to feel proud. Which is why, arrogance and egoistic mixes well in his blood.
Sure, Satoru is a genius man himself and does really well to keep the company's business on top, yet the way he thinks too highly of himself could be tiring sometimes! Satoru's narcissistic and thinks that everyone should meet his expectations, even if it seems impossible enough.
Unfortunately, not everyone likes him that much as a boss. But some women find him charming enough due to his handsome looks, no matter how high his ego or demanding Satoru is. But Satoru never once did pay any attention to those who was interested in him, because for him, love was useless. He'll be fine even if he's all alone, because he's already perfect! Or so he says, until something happened in his life that changed his perspective about love forever.
Or to be exact, you happened.
Never in his life would Satoru would imagine falling in love with you, his own personal assistant that had been working for him for six to seven months. The only one who had met his expectations, one whose cleverness could match with his, one whose efficiency, diligence even scares him sometimes due to just how perfect you are as his personal assistant. And he's four years older than you, my gosh!
But ah, anyways. Long-shortened story, Satoru falls in love with you, by alot, and is very much whipped. You both got married to eachother five months after getting to know each other better. At first, Satoru wanted to show you off to everyone in the company, how his personal assistant had now become his wife. But you refused, not wanting for others to know yet. Satoru was very much saddened by this, but he reluctantly agreed anyways because whatever you wanted, whatever you said, he'll obey right away.
Now, here began your story with Satoru together — boss and his personal assistant in public, lovers in private. Although... one wouldn't necessarily agreed that you and Satory were doing good enough to hide the fact that you're both always together anyways.
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Now, it was about 1-ishpm where a meeting regarding the company's business sales would be held together with Satoru. Everyone was waiting patiently, or rather they were more like gossiping with each other while waiting for their boss to arrive.
"Did you notice that he had started to change? Like slightly different... lately?" One of them whispered in a hushed voice, drawing other employee's attention too. A girl with black hair nodded enthusiastically.
"I agree. He's still handsome as ever, but he's more handsome lately! And of course, arrogant too. But... I don't know. It felt like his arrogant ceased slightly by like, i dunno, 5 percent." She added as if wanting to spice up things more in the meeting room at the moment.
"And oh my gosh, did you guys see the ring on his finger? So like, do you guys think that he's changed and became much happier now because of-"
Their conversations immediately disappeared as the door swung open, with the topic of their steaming conversation just now - Gojo Satoru himself making his entrance dramatically with you trailing behind him like always as you're his personal assistant. But it wasn't his presence that surprised all the employees there, it was all the lipstick marks all over his face and neck did.
Yep. Fucking lipstick marks, all over his face. And neck. Seemingly no efforts at all showed for him to erase them.
"Sorry for being late, but we'll start the meeting now." Satoru's command echoed through the meeting room as he glanced almost yearnful over his beloved and darling wife that was standing oh so unfortunately far (mind you only a feet away) from him, which is his own personal assistant - you. Almost automatically, all the other employees' eyes glanced at you as they realized you were wearing the exact shade of lipstick, marked on him, on your lips.
Okay, confusion has been solved.
Clearing his throat subtly, Satoru straightened up, ignoring all of their reactions and gazes before he spoke. "Set up the needed slides now, and everyone else, be prepared with your own reports." He continued almost too casually, as if having kisses marks all over him right now was normal. Like, actually.
𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𑣲 he introduces you to his stream without you knowing
₍^. .^₎⟆ – fluff, sfw, gamerkenma
--- The sound of clicks from a keyboard was all you heard after waking up from your nap. You stretched and groaned softly before rubbing your eyes, you then glanced at Kenma, who hasn't taken a break on gaming for who knows how long.
You were still a teensy bit tired but you wanted attention and to achieve that, you unfortunately had to get up from the comfy bed. So you got up, stiffly walked towards the side of his gaming chair, waiting for him to acknowledge you.
Once he did, he paused his game and grabbed you gently by the waist. You sat on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder for comfort. You left soft breaths against his neck as you nuzzled against him. His free hand on the mouse whilst his other hand was on your waist.
" Did you have a good nap? " He asked you softly. Although you were too sleepy to respond you just nodded instead. Butttttt, little did lil' ol' you know, his chat was going absolutely BONKERS. He hadn't officially introduced you yet so this was your first appearance. You were way to drowsy to even notice he was streaming.
" HOLYMOLYGUACAMOLYYY GF REVEAL????? "
" YOOOOOOYOYOOO SUM1 CLIP TS RNRN "
" LMAOAOOOOO HE LOOKS DOWN BADDDD "
" RESPECT FOR THE SINGLE COMMUNITY PLS???? "
Kenma lowkey just scoffed softly while he read the chat, but he wasn't necessarily opposing so. To be fair, he quite enjoyed it.
" This is my girlfriend chat, She just woke up from her nap. " He said simply, it took you a moment to process what he just said until it finally clicked to you. He was STREAMING the whole time.
" Baby. Your streaming ? " you softly asked.
" Yea, turn around for me? " He asked, caressing your face. " Well why didn't you tell me? " You were internally panicking, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. But you sighed and turned around since you were confident in how you looked.
Lights immediately flashing onto your face, your eyes drifting towards the chat spamming a bunch of different things at once.
" OUUUHOHHH KENMAS GOT GAMMEEE "
" GAHDAYUUUUMM HMO GANNGGGG "
" UMM???? SHES OUR GF NOWW "
When you saw the chat, you smiled warm-heartly. You felt Kenmas grip on your waist tighten, " That's all you guys are gonna get, I'm ending the stream now. " with that said he ended the stream, the chat blowing up with goodbyes and comments saying he got a lil' jealous.
" Awe, what'd you do that for? " You asked, a teasingly smile on your lips. " Hmph, this side of me is for you and only you. " He said before continuing, " Which is why I'm gonna keep you all to myself tonight " You thought it was cute at how he became grumpy so quick, and just from his chat. You chuckled, caressing his hair softly as he buried his face onto your neck. " mind giving me a social battery charge ? " He asked while you responded with " Yesyes as much as you need, you big baby " . He grumbled lightly against you.
Andddd rest is history.
a/n 𑣲 haven't done a fluff one yet so i started with kenma ^ェ^ (got a lil lazy with the layout ... )
𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ⚠︎ heavy smut, mdni, cheating implied, 18+, swearing, vulgar actions > words, au only, nsfw
⌞愛⌝
At Tokyo Metropolitan University was a fucking bore until you met him—Satoru Gojo, king of the underground racing scene. You never meant to get mixed up with someone like him, but fate's funny like that.
The air smelled of burning rubber and exhaust fumes as racers lined up their souped-up cars along the makeshift starting line, betting slips being passed around and money changing hands faster than the cars would soon be moving. The first time you laid eyes on Satoru Gojo, he was snorting lines of coke off the back of his hand at a street race after-party. The neon lights of downtown flickered across his platinum blonde hair, giving him this ethereal glow that made him look like some fallen angel with a devil's smile
You were there with your roommate who knew some racers, and honestly, you were just looking for a good time away from your boring-ass business classes. When your eyes met across the room, you felt this electric current shoot through your body, and this motherfucker had the audacity to wink at you while wiping residual powder from his nose. His girlfriend at the time – some model-looking chick with legs for days – was draped over him like designer clothing, completely oblivious to how his eyes were undressing you.
"Who's that?" you asked your roommate, nodding toward the silver-haired guy who couldn't stop staring at your chest. Your roommate practically choked on her drink and said, "That's Gojo Satoru – best racer in the city, complete psychopath behind the wheel, and the biggest man-whore ever"
Yeah, Gojo Satoru. The asshole who just smoked everyone at tonight's race and then had the audacity to do a victory lap around the cop cars. What a seriously massive asshole.
Your first interaction happened in that dingy bathroom. He was washing white powder residue off his hands—remnants of his post-victory celebration. As he turned around, paper towel in hand, he nearly collided with you, who'd just walked in, apparently oblivious this was the men's room. You didn't seem embarrassed about walking into the wrong bathroom; instead, you looked him up and down with equal interest, your eyes lingering on his muscular frame.
"Well fuck me sideways, you lost or something?" Satoru asked with his signature cocky grin, leaning against the sink. "This is the men's room, in case you missed the stick figure without tits on the door."
You rolled your eyes, unimpressed by his crude remark. "I've been waiting for the ladies' room for fifteen minutes," you replied, pulling out your lipstick from your purse and moving toward the mirror behind him. "Some chick's been puking her guts out in there, and I needed to fix my makeup." you deliberately pressed yourself against him as you leaned toward the mirror, your breasts brushing against his muscular arm.
"You're Gojo, right? The one who just smoked everyone on the quarter mile." His ego practically inflated before your eyes as he ran a hand through that silver hair, and you found yourself wondering how it would feel between your fingers.
"The one and only," he confirmed with a grin. "And you are?" you told him your name, applying your red lipstick with deliberate slowness, making sure he watched your mouth.
"I heard you have a girlfriend outside. She looks pissed, by the way."
“Yeah, well, Hikari's always pissed about something," he shrugged, making no effort to move away from your closeness. "Been that way for the past year. Probably because I forgot our anniversary again or some shit."
You finished applying your lipstick, your plump lips now a vibrant red. "That's too bad. I was hoping maybe you'd want to celebrate your win properly," you whispered, pressing your body against his suggestively. "I've always had a thing for winners."
Satoru's breath hitched as he felt your curves against him, his hands instinctively moving to your waist. "You don't give a fuck, do you? That I got a girl?"
"Do you?" you challenged, your eyes holding his gaze without flinching.
That was all it took. Twenty minutes later, you found yourself bent over in the back of Satoru's car, your skirt hiked up around your waist, your massive ass on full display as Satoru knelt behind you in the cramped space. "Holy shit," he groaned, his large hands spreading your ass cheeks. "Your pussy's so fucking fat, baby. Look at these lips, damn." His thumb pressing against your clit, which made you arch your back in pleasure— it drived Satoru absolutely wild.
"You're soaked through these panties," he murmered, hooking his fingers into the thin material and ripping them clean off your body. Before you could process the destruction of your expensive underwear, his face was buried between your legs, his tongue lapping at your dripping entrance like a man starved. He ate your pussy with reckless abandon, making obscene slurping noises as his tongue delved between your folds, his nose occasionally bumping against your asshole in a way that made you gasp.
He made you come three times before he moved up to kiss and lick you.
"You're a piece of shit, you know that?" you gasped as he sucked bruises into your neck, and he just laughed against your skin.
“Yeah, but you're soaking wet for this piece of shit, aren't you, baby?" he replied, guiding your hand to the impressive bulge in his designer jeans.
When you felt how big he was, you knew you're fucked – both literally and figuratively. He took you right there, with people occasionally walking past the tinted windows, never giving a single fuck about getting caught or the relationship he was destroying.
His girlfriend was inside looking for him, and this sick fuck got off on the risk, whispering filthy things in your ear about how your tits were driving him crazy since the moment you walked in. You remember digging your nails into his broad shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks that his girlfriend would definitely see later
That first night should have been it – a hot, ill-advised hookup with an asshole who clearly had commitment issues deeper than the Grand Canyon. What started as a one-time bathroom fuck quickly spiraled into an obsession for him. Three days after he wrecked that tight little pussy in the back of his car, he couldn't get you out of his fucking head. That round ass bouncing on his cock, those tits swinging in his face—it was all he could think about during his races, during his meetings with sponsors, even while Hikari was blabbing about some fashion show she wanted to attend. Fuck, he almost called out your name when Hikari was giving him head that night, which would've been a disaster of epic proportions.
So he did what any sane man would do, he texted you: "Wanna meet? No strings, just that fat ass bouncing on my cock."
You wish you could say you had more self-respect than to entertain a man who was so blatantly cheating on his girlfriend, but thirty minutes after that text, you're at his luxury apartment, bent over his kitchen counter while he praised your "juicy fucking ass" like it was a religious experience. The counter was the perfect height for him to fuck you standing up, and he took full advantage, pounding into you with a force that had your breasts bouncing with each thrust. Satoru was obsessed with them, constantly pawing at them, squeezing them together to create even more cleavage, burying his face between them as he muttered filthy praise.
Mid-fuck, with your ass jiggling with each brutal thrust, Satoru's phone rang. He glanced at the screen—Hikari. Most men would have ignored it or let it go to voicemail, but Satoru wasn't most men. He answered with a casual "Hey babe," while continuing to pound into your pussy, placing a finger over your lips to keep you quiet. "Yeah, just hanging at home, why?" he said, his voice remarkably steady despite the tight pussy gripping his cock. "Saturday? Yeah, dinner with your parents sounds great." he carried on the conversation, never missing a beat in his rhythm. When Hikari asked what that noise was, Satoru lied smoothly, "Just watching some porn, getting myself off thinking about you."
After hanging up, he spanked your ass hard enough to leave a handprint and growled, "That's for looking so fuckable when I'm trying to have a conversation."
Despite his obsessive behavior, Satoru still maintained his relationship with Hikari, a fact that gnawed at you more than you cared to admit. You told yourself you didn't care, that you was just in it for the mind-blowing sex, but there were moments when the reality of being "the other woman" stung more than expected.
Like the time you'd been in Satoru's bed, both of you naked and sweaty from an intense session, when his phone rang with Hikari's ringtone. Instead of ignoring it as he usually did during your time together, he'd answered, engaging in a sweet conversation with his girlfriend while his hand absently stroked your hair. "I love you too, babe," he'd said, the words like a knife to your heart even as you told yourself you didn't want his love anyway.
When he hung up, he'd noticed the slight downturn of your lips and smirked. "Jealous?" he'd teased, pinning you to the mattress.
"Don't worry, she might have my words, but you have my cock, and we both know which one I value more." He'd fucked you extra hard that night, as if punishing you for daring to want more than what he was willing to give.
It was raining tonight, you glance at hawks who’s attention was up ahead. one of his hands was on your thigh and the other was on the steering wheel. you were adjusting your makeup, you wanted to look your best for tonight since paparazzi would get all angles.
Tonight was a hero gala that was sponsored by a company many heroes—including hawks—were apart of. you weren’t a pro hero, you were a popular model who was in a public relationship with him so you were going as a plus one. hawks took a glance at you before turning his attention back on the road.
“You never put that much effort just for me.” he said. you rolled your eyes and he smiled. "Just teasing you," he said with that same lazy smile, lightly squeezing your thigh before returning his attention to driving. the rain pattered steadily against the car windows.
"You look good," he added after a moment, his voice taking on a slightly more appreciative tone. his gaze lingered on your figure, from your elegant updo to the way your dress hugged your form. "Might just be worth being a little late if I get to have you all to myself for a bit longer." he teased.
The rain-soaked night did seem to grant you a bit of privacy, but no, you’d mess up your hair and makeup. "relax, I'll be gentle," he assured with a sly grin, though the mischievous glint in his eyes suggested he might have other ideas.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
“Hey, i’m gonna show up… later," hawks replied infuriatingly calm in the face of endeavor's shouting. He could hear endeavor's gruff voice chiding him through the speaker. "yeah yeah, I know. Shouldn't be too much longer now." considering the situation, hawks did a good job keeping his voice steady.
You were both now in an empty parking lot, in the backseat of his car. your dress pushed up to your midriff and your heels were discarded somewhere under the passenger seat. hawks was sitting with your thighs on either side of him, his fingers stroking your soaking insides.
As endeavor continued to lecture him, hawks' gaze was locked onto you. he slides a finger inside you, curling it to stroke your inner walls. your tightness grips him, making his cock twitch with need. hawks bites back a groan
He continues pumping his finger slowly. your hips rock against his hand, seeking more friction. he obliges, adding a second finger and scissoring them apart to stretch you open. muffled whimpers made him grin, even as he attempted to maintain a neutral tone.
"Mmhm, yep...definitely on our way..." Hawks assured endeavor, thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit. he could feel your velvety walls fluttering around his fingers, your hips starting to rock against his touch.
Hawks smirked as he listened to endeavor's tirade on the other end of the line, his fingers continuing their assault. the wet sounds filling the backseat were music to his ears, matched only by the breathy moans spilling from your lips.
"just need to swing by and help my date real quick— She uh, forgot her purse back in her house. Wont be much longer."
a/n ᨳ haven't done a mha writing yet, tryin this out cause i feel 2020 vibes again
𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Toji had a really rough childhood with the Zenin Clan and ended up leaving home to survive on his own through fighting, gambling, and assassin jobs. Later, he moved into a cheap apartment that turned out to be haunted, and instead of freaking out, he got weirdly attached to the ghost living there.
ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ! ⋮ 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧
From the moment toji was born, his life would never reach heights as great as his family name. His mother was the maid who used to clean his father's study, always scrubbing the floors at the same time as when his father was in his study. anyone could guess what they had got up to for a baby to suddenly cry out through the halls of the house nine months later.
Toji's stepmother hated him, couldn't look at him without throwing something in his direction, be it her heeled shoes or shards of glass — that's how he got the scar on his lip. all because the damn woman couldn't understand how a lowly maid was able to give her husband a child and she couldn't even come to the term of her pregnancies. all ending in miscarriages, that was what chipped away at her sanity.
As a child, growing up in environment of isolation and abuse meant toji didn't exactly turn out to be the golden child like what normal children would usually be. Instead, he caused troubles and made the zenin clan regret allowing him to breathe seconds after his birth. He was just a child sometimes, breaking windows and tracking dirt inside was what children did, but he got scolded, beat and much worse as he got older.
At the solid age of eighteen, he packed his bags the night of his birthday and left without looking back. that night he spent sleeping in the alleyway of a bakery, the ovens warmth seeped through the walls and kept him warm till morning. he hoped from job to job after that, never able to keep one for more than a few weeks.
Staying constant made him feel odd, like something terrible would happen to him if he continued the same routine. it's not as if his family would come back for him and call him home, but to toji he had feared that they wouldn't. And to avoid that reality, he kept his head down and got his hands dirty doing unstable jobs.
His rowdy behavior died down when he was introduced to the beauty of gambling, instead focusing on earnings paychecks to spend on the beautiful women in bars and show them a beautiful time in a cheap motel room. Even if he didn't always pay for the rooms or drinks, his skills in the bedroom definitely made up for his lack of manner.
Pity the husband's of the married women he slept didn't feel the same, not at all.
Fast forward a bit and to keep himself from getting pummeled by said husband's, toji found his way to an underground fighting ring. And there he learned how to make sure his face never touched the concrete again. good thing working construction had given him muscles otherwise being a weak man in the ring wouldn't have won him money.
He was found by shiu kong when he was around twenty seven and from there made a living as an assassin. His first kill was a woman who had been smuggling her husband's drug imports and he had done it quick and easy. Stabbing her in the gut and twisting the knife in a busy street, leaving her to cough and rot on the ground.
Sadly for toji though, more times than he would like to admit, money was always tight, and his wallet barely weighed anything in his broken pocket. Landlords hated when rent was late, and his current one had sent him packing before he could even argue. With the last of his money he spent it on ramen and ate it to help keep his stomach full and happened the come across an ad for an apartment in the worst part of tokyo.
But did he have any other better options? no. No, he didn't.
The place was decent looking if not livable, and he had signed the papers that afternoon. apart from the mold growing in the corner of the bathroom that he could barely fit in, the tv that didn't work, lack of a bedroom and creaky floorboards, toji was glad to have a roof over his head. he could get used to the problems around him, could probably fix some of them, and he could definitely wait months for the landlord to fix the rest.
What his landlord had failed to mention was that the place was haunted. yep, haunted. he figured something ( other than the obvious ) had to have been wrong with this place for it to come at such a cheap price. Toji didn't believe in ghosts, never saw them as real nor cared for them enough to respect them either. so having a so called, "ghost" in his apartment didn't bother him. At first atleast.
He tried ignoring the noises in the attic, he was a heavy sleeper so it didn't matter much. He attempted to ignore the way the living room got cold when he turned off the ceiling light to go to bed, added an extra futon for himself and slept no problem. He hoped to be able to ignore the shadows he'd see in the corner of his eyes whenever he was in the bathroom taking a piss or trying to bathe in the tiny tub.
Toji never thought living with a ghost would be so hard, especially when he came home after a job to see the house had been turned upside down. he hadn't been robbed, the locks were still in tact and he had nothing to steal. No one else had a key to his place apart from the landlord but she hadn't come to the property in weeks. So the only explanation had to have been the ghost staring at him from the gasp in the boards from the attic.
He found the temper tantrum cute and coaxed them to come out, finally setting eyes on that body that somehow got his dick stirring in his pants. as strange as it sounded, and it sounded really strange, he definitely wanted to shove his dick inside whatever hole you had. Pity he had scared you off a few times with his forward advances, but not tonight.
꒰.ᐣ ˚` ♯ 𓍢ִ໋ ‧₊˚.ᐣ꒱
Holding in a chuckle, toji had been laying perfectly still on his futon, light turned off, the only source of illumination being from the streetlights since he forgot to close the blinds. he heard the telltale creak of the floorboards and knew that you had decided to let your curiosity get the better of them.
A cold hand traced up his jaw, thumb parting his lips and they let out a noise of appreciation. it had been about a week since the two of them had been properly associated with each other and toji still couldn't get over how adorable this ghost was because you couldn't say full sentences for the life of them. he didn't understand why and saw it as a sour spot for you and didn't push, instead doing his best to interpret your simple words.
Suddenly, toji's hand grabbed their wrist and gripped tightly, ensuring you couldn't run away like the little scaredy cat you were. he sat up, pulling you onto his lap and stared into your dull eyes before tilting their head. lips pressing kisses down your neck and giving you red marks on your skin, he spoke in a murmur, "tonight, darlin, you're not running away."
"So be good for me and let me fuck you, yeah?" he whispered, free hand already kneading the flesh of your ass under your clothes. "i've been dying to see what that hole looks like, me and my cock both..." at those words the ghost suddenly felt something hard poking them right between their legs, a bright blush filling their ghostly pale cheeks. "that's it... feel how hard i am?"
"Cmon and take care of it for me, baby."
a/n ♯ this is kinda short but inspiration was taken
ωαяnιngѕ \\ married to divorced man, age gap, n/sfw, au, employee & employer, age gap ꒰ঌ ໒꒱
ѕυммαяιzєd 𓍯𓂃 Reader realizes his wife, Misaki, has been feeling neglected and cheating. Soon after nanami finds out she wants a divorce and vents to reader. While she’s comforting him, the vibe changes and their attraction finally shows, and end up crossing a boundry together.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ °˖➴ ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇʀ × ɴᴀɴɴʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
七海 建人 ─ ...
A strip of light shines from beneath the door study, obnoxiously bright in the darkness of the manor. Mr Nanami rarely works this late. After a year of working for the family, you know their habits, the way they lived. You know that Mr Nanami – ‘call me Kento, darling’ – always drank a straight up black coffee to get him ready for the day.
You know that Misaki, his wife — likes to finish the week with a stupendously expensive bottle of wine, often hosting her friends around the marble countertops in the kitchen.
You also know that their marriage is not a glorious one. As a nanny to their two children, not much manages to creep past you about the inhabitants of the luxurious home you shared, and there's one thing you're absolutely certain of. Misaki was growing to resent her husband. The two of them had worked hard for their luxuries but Mr Nanami, it seems, hasn't stopped.
You barely see him outside of his study or away from his office downtown. Sure, he makes time for his kids, but that's when you weren't needed. They love him, excited for him whenever he walks through the door, showing off their lasted school work or drawings they'd been preparing for him.
That's when you clocked out for the day, watching him shed his suit jacket and tie. You retreated to your bedroom in those situations; listening to the abrupt exchanges you'd hear between husband and wife in the hallway after dark.
Misaki’s words from the previous Friday came back to you as you stand outside the study: swirling the blush-coloured liquid in her cup, stem held delicately between manicured nails. Her friends nodding and pouted in sympathy, her dissatisfaction towards her husband very much apparent as you stayed quietly in the corner, simply minding your own business.
‘Amazing father, you guys already know that. But he's married to his career. Not to me. Not for the longest time.’
The look on her face told you everything you needed to know. You'd seen it before with your friends, felt it before yourself when your relationship with your college boyfriend had run its course. She genuinely looks checked out mentally already.
You'd overheard her again one day when you'd been doing the daily laundry, whispering on the phone about her plans. ‘There's a guy at work’, she'd giggled. ‘Ryuji from Accounting. Is this what it's like to have someone who actually wants you?’ You weren't getting involved. It wasn't your place as a nanny.
Besides, Mr Nanami is always good to you, paying you more than you'd ever dreamed of, asking how your day was going on the rare occasion you see him around the grand home they've invited you to live in. For the most part, he stays out of your way.
You just admire him from afar. You know he's thirty-four; you'd helped the kids make his birthday card last year. He's a whole ten years your senior, but the fact he is incredibly stupidly handsome was never lost to you. Taller, broader, bigger than you but never imposing.
A crush on an older man who employs you to work in his own home? A fucking shameful idea, to be honest. So, you don't indulge it, ignoring your daydreaming about him in the other side of the house, sharing a bed with a wife who no longer loves him.
You shift from foot to foot, now, as the floorboard creak beneath you. Misaki hadn't been home all day, a note left to say Mr Nanami and the children were only who'd need dinner. You wonder, thoughtful, if she was with Ryuji from Accounting right now, drawing up the divorce papers and planning how to split custody of their children.
So, you'll simply knock on the study door, just to see if Mr Nanami is okay, let him know you've finished for the day. ‘That'll be fine, right?’ Your fist connects lightly with the smooth oak, and you hear his low voice allowing you to enter his office.
“Hey, Mr Nanami. The girls are sleeping, so I'm gonna clock out for the night. There's food already made for you if you wanted anything else-”
“Can I ask a question?” His interruption comes as a surprise, until he turns in his chair. He looks.. defeated. His thick-rimmed glasses in one hand, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. White dress shirt halfly unbuttoned with his chest exposed, tie pulled loose and his shoulder slouched.
“Of course, sir.” You responded as you chewed your lip, somewhat nervous as you stand in front of his desk, his gaze bloodshot and broken. You twist your hands, feeling your palms begin to sweat.
“Did you know about my wife wanting a divorce?” He'd never been this direct, never really asked you any other than ‘how was your weekend?, hows the kids’ So this is new.
Apparently Misaki had called him. It was over. There was someone else, had been for a while. She'd had taken a bag of clothes to her parents. And would come by the morning to see the children. He tells you the facts, tone laced with bitterness as he drapes a hand across his face.
You showed innocence, wide eyes and a slight frown at all the right times. It was truly a mess. She blindsided him, and it showed. “I know I shouldn't have been working so late all the time, she most likely felt neglected — I probably should've paid more damn attention towards her.” He sighs. “I guess we were struggling , but I thought that came with us being parents.”
You nod encouraging, even through you didn't know. This is the most Mr Nanami had ever spoken to you, pouring his heart out to the girl he pays to look after his babies. You're not even sure he knows your full name.
“If this is what she really wants, I won't stop her. It's just, the kids. I don't want them thinking badly of me.” You fight a hard urge to reach out and ease his worries, smooth the crease between his brows, cup his face in your hands. You're unsure what's coming over you, you know he's a grown man — much more grown than you.
“Mr Nanami, they'd never in a million years think that. You're the best father ever — that's what they tell me every single day.” You raved on about, fidgeting with hem of your sleeve. “It’s probably for the best in the long run for each of you, if she isn't happy i mean.” Shit, you've said too much!-
He blinks slowly at you, eyes shining in the reflection of the low lamplight. “Well if you say so, sweetheart.” Sweetheart.
You shift your focus away from the feeling the name makes you feel, the butterflies that begin to drift in your stomache. He's so charming — you'd like to his darling, his sweetheart. You wonder what else you could be for him.
“Been trying to guess how long she's been screwin’ some other man behind my back, too. Makes feel like a damned fool.” He pitched bridge of his nose again as he speaks, elbows set on his thighs.
In truth Misaki and her significant other couldn't be further from your mind: Nanami's here and you want help him feel better in any way you can. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, Mr Nanami?”
He chuckles. “Start by stop calling me ‘Mr Nanami', I've told you already, it really isn't necessary.”
“Least I made you smile,” You teased, smiling softly. Your hand subconsciously find his shoulders and he's moves to rest over it. His palm all and swallows yours whole; warm and rough as he squeezes. Despite yourself and his obvious angish, a buzz of desire claws at your spine. You're standing over him, now, watching as his eyes find your waist and the curve of your chest.
Your breathing becomes slightly heavy, unsure how to feel. Something changes in his cold hazel gaze; a split decision being made. You're flustered by the realization of how badly you want him and how much you shouldn't be feeling that way.
“You really want to help me, huh?” He asked voice bearly a murmur and you know he's offering you a choice. Something tells you that Mr Nanami, Kento — would never ever make you do anything you didn't want to do — so you knew you could trust him
Eyes falling onto the broad expanse of his exposed chest, the thick biceps in his dress shirt, you know you want this. Just as much as he does.
“Yes,” You responded somewhat breathy. “I seriously do.”
—
Something passes between you two. Unspoken of but shared in secrecy. You're confident he's doing this out of spite, revenge — a form of payback at the woman who left him for someone else. But your panties were honestly soaked and you're way past caring.
“Lock the door darling.”
And I'm sure you can imagine what happened next.
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a/n – the amount of time taken on bolding and adding italics is insane
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ˎˊ˗ You met Higuruma on your first day, and he seemed nice at first. That is until things got messy and way too personal at work. Then you found out he was married, which made the whole situation feel worse, but it was hard to stop.
ּ֯ . ⋮ ּ֯ ┆꒰ purely fanfic, please do not do in real life ꒱
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ⌖ fingering, married man, nsfw, desk pleasure, mdni
「友達」
You only met Higuruma this morning. It had been a brief, his office the final stop of many on your tour the first day of getting a new job. Your coworker tapped lightly onto the door, before he opened it a crack and told Higuruma, he should come and met the new hire. Your stomach had turned when you heard Higuruma sigh deeply on the other side – you were already feeling awkward enough, like a wrinkled shirt in a bunch of ironed ones and the thought of ruining the day of your boss on the first day wasn't the best idea in the slightest.
But Higuruma was polite enough. He came to the door and opened it wider, stood beneath the arch with an appraising slight smile on his lips as he looked down at you. It was memorable, the way he'd taken your hand in his large palm and squeezed, peering at you with something in his eyes, almost intriguing. “Hello,” he'd told you, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
And now, only hours later, his fingers were deep inside your pussy.
Pumping slow and deep, rhythmically and fully as you lounge on his lap with your legs wide and your head resting languidly against the heat of his neck. He's got your skirt pulled up, one large hand spread firmly against your trembling stomach while he fucks you with middle and index finger. The light flicking of his computer monitor is your only source of light, illuminating his dim office.
Higuruma hears you whimper and his long fingers still, deep within your heat. He quiets you down softly, his thumb caressing your stomache, leaning back in his office chair. “Now now, darling,” He murmurs before continuing, voice low and husk. “Don’t want them to know what we're doing here, now do we?”
No, you certainly don't. Can't imagine the reaction would be if anyone from the office knew that you were being fingered by your boss on your first day. He watches you with an amused smirk as you bit down onto your bottom lip, leaning back against him, looking down at you through hooded eyes as he resumes, slowly plunging his fingers. They're so thick, coated with your release.
He pressed his thumb against your clit, applying pressure, drawing out a pathetic whimper from you. “Ohh, you poor thing,” He murmurs gently. “Need something in your mouth to help you keep quiet?’’ His free hand comes up, brushing against your face. “Hm? You need something to suck on?”
Your brain feels hallow but you nod anyway, eyelashes fluttering close as he wastes no time in slipping his middle and right ring finger past the wetness of your lips. You suck immediately, as he plunged his fingers in and out of both your holes.
Mind you that was only the first half of the day. And you obviously stayed, wanting this job because you needed one desperately.
You stayed late, trying to make a good impression, you also had somethings to sort out on your desk anyway. Everyone else has gone home for the night. Until you'd realized that you and Mr Hiromi, was still here.
Higuruma smiles through the blinds of his office, leaning back in his chair, manspreading and his arms streamed out behind his head. He brought one down when you had met his eyes, crooked his finger to mouth; ‘Come here.’
Higuruma moves you in his lap like you were meant to be there, and it's impossible not to feel his clothed bulge against your backside. You want to see it, touch it, taste it – but he doesn't give you the opportunity. Instead, he circles his thumb against your nerves until your shaking in his arms, hands gripping anything you can reach – the chair, your knee, his wrist. Your climax rolls out and his hand muffles your sounds of your whines, your gasps, until your knees are jello. He stills his movements again and lazily pulled out all four fingers out of you.
“Get up, baby. Bend over the desk for me.” He tells you almost soothingly. “Show me what mess you are.”
You pull yourself off his lap, your legs mildly trembling but regardless you follow his instructions. Inching forward a little to position yourself against his desk. You can feel his eyes on you as you reach back and had your legs spread apart for him, showing him where his fingers invaded, explored and opened you up and made you drool.
“Soaked,” You hear him murmur and then the sound of his belt buckle jangling and you know what's coming next. Legs still trembling, you keep yourself open and push yourself further down onto the desk, skirt railed up high and panties still hanging off one ankle.
Higuruma fills you up in no time at all, his length plunged deeply, making you arch back — he was so much bigger than you anticipated. His tip kissess the spot inside of you that you weren't sure anyone's ever reached before. You quiver and shake against the cool wood, as you let him take you. Until you spot something out of the corner of your eye — a framed pictures of a family – his family.
You averted your eyes, turning your head slightly to see where his left hand gripped your shoulder as he thrusts into you – you spot the wedding ring immediately. Oh gosh.
You know you should stop but you couldn't, not when it felt so good.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ꫂ᭪݁ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘺 providing 𝘺𝘰𝘶 with a 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝚃𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪
𓊆⚝𓊇
Nothing, absolutely nothing was going your way. Your period was due anytime soon, so you were bloated, sensitive emotionally and physically overstimulated, and now your bra was honestly a pain. Your breasts were swollen and the bra was an ache that added another layer into your frustration.
Then on top of it you were invited to a social gathering with your friends, you could cancel it but you and your friends had spent so much time planning it together so canceling it wasn't an option for you. Wearing a bra wasn't an option either, thinking and talking while being uncomfortable during the whole gathering was a no-no for you.
You slid on your dress over your head. At least the dress was comfortable, it was a last minute pick but it fit you perfectly. You stared at yourself, looking at the mirror whilst hyping yourself before making your way out. By the time you arrive at the restaurant your friends and their partners had already ordered and laughing about something and you forced a subtle smile as you joined them at the table.
The conversations went as expected. They talked about life, plans for the weekend. Then they asked the question that always made your heart raise; of you had a boyfriend. You were the only one in your friend group without a partner. You stayed polite and answered the question but we're relieved when they moved onto a different topic.
Truth was that you were secretly dating Toji, the walking red-flag and infamous assassin and a man whos known to leeche of women with money. And of course, you came from a wealthy family, so you didn't want them to know that you're dating him, especially when they like to gossip.
The gathering went smoothly. You were hungry and the dishes ordered were really good. But once everyone started ordering desserts you were starting to feel overstimulated and called it a night, and you headed home.
۫ ׅ𓍼
Not long after you arrived home there was a sound of shoe's being kicked off and the door shutting close. And you knew who was. Toji came into your room. “Not tonight, Toji.” He heard you murmur softly and he immediately knew that you weren't feeling so good. He didn't respond but instead he settled down onto the edge of your bed.
“Cmon, what's putting that frown on your face?” He asked as he placed his palm against your back, rubbing his calloused hand along your spine as he listens to your response. “Hm, would you like me to stay until you fall asleep?” He asked with a soft voice. At your soft nod he shifts, laying down beside you before pushing one arm underneath you and pulled you closer to his chest. Your face nuzzled against his chest as his scent envelopes you.
It was comforting and warm. Toji's slow breaths in and out, the shallow rise and fall of his chest, soothing you off to sleep quickly.
۫ ׅ𓍼
Eventually you stirred up awake after six minutes. It seems that Toji was asleep. His breathing was light and his limbs heavy. You tilted your head back to look up towards him, not that you'd be able to see much in the dark but you certainly would try.
You started to put your arm upward and place your hand on his face softly, slowly running your fingers along his jawline. “Hm..?” Toji groans softly in his sleep state mind. “Sorry, I didn't mean to wake up.” He hears you whisper softly. “How do you feel?” He asked as he stirred up awake, blinking his eyes as he adjusted to the darkness. “A little better now.” He hears you respond as he shifted a bit and gently placed his hand over your thigh. He pulled your leg up over his hip and continues rubbing his hand gently on your skin.
Before you had fallen asleep you weren't in the mood but now, you definitely were. You wiggled your hips and adjusted yourself so that your center was pressed against Toji's. Sneaking your hand downward towards his buttons whilst keeping your eyes on his. Toji laughs. “Want my pants off?”
You nodded, "Yeah.." Toji removed himself from you and sat up so he could undo his pants and he pulled them off his legs. You sat up and placed your hands on the tops of his thighs and moved them upward to the bottom hem of his boxer briefs and Toji grasped your wrists, "What are you doing? I thought you just wanted rest?" You furrowed your brow and opened your mouth to speak but couldn't find what you wanted to say. You were still frustrated and you knew that you wanted him inside of you but it felt like a lot to ask in that moment. You huffed and pouted.
"Is this what you want?" Toji spoke as he moved one of your hands upward over his crotch where you could feel him thickening underneath. His other hand slide up your thigh and to the edge of your panties where he dragged his thumb along the elastic but not touching your warm center like you hoped. You nodded and licked your lips, "Please." Toji smiled and cocked his head to the side as he brought his hands up to your panties waistband to pull them down your hips and off your legs. He gently nudged at you to lie down and he spread your legs, all in silence. When you noticed he was about to put his mouth onto your pussy you sat up.
"Wait! I think im about to start my period, Toji. What if I bleed a little?" You bit your lip. Toji shook his head, "Do you really think that would stop me?" He put a finger through your entrance and you were already slick for him. He rubbed over your clit and you keened when he hit that spot that worked so well for you. "Look at that... you're already soaked and you're all swollen too, honey. Bet it's achy huh?" You nodded, "But just... I want you inside of me. I need to feel really full right now and..." your breaths picked up when Toji didn't let up with his gesture over you clit, "... please.”
Toji wouldn't say no, but he really did want to eat you out. He leaned over you and put his hands at the bottom of your T-shirt and lifted the material over your head. His warm palms massage your tender breasts and you sucked in a sharp breath when you felt him squeeze. "So tender. Poor baby, I'll be gentle," He spoke as he watched you and leaned in to wrap his mouth around your left tit. Your nipples were already hard and his tongue darted around your skin and then he sucked at you. Moving to your right breast he palmed over your wetted one and rolled your nipple softly between his fingers as he sucked on the one in his mouth. You moaned loud and bucked upward.
You felt a storm of desire and need building in your stomache. You lifted your hips upward again and Toji released your nipple from his mouth with a laugh. "Need me to make you feel good?" Toji pulled his briefs down his legs and then quickly put his hands back on your sore breasts. You nodded, "How do you want it? What feels best for you right now?" He asked in serious tone. He wanted to make sure you got whatever you wanted. Normally he'd take you how he wanted but right now you needed special attention, especially since you were sensitive and achy right now.
You laid back onto the soft bed and spread yourself, "Just like this. But slow, and soft. I'll feel you all the way up here,” you slid your hand up your stomache to your belly button. Toji groaned and put himself in between your legs and his dick was rock hard already. He loved feeling you around him. He'd never get tired of it.
He'd never not want you. With his eyes on yours and one hand holding his shaft, he nudged his tip to your entrance and slowly began penetrating your sensitive hole. You both moaned and gasped when he got past your tight opening. The Initial plunge inward was always so tight but once his wide head was past your entry it was easier to glide into and out. In the end, he gave you the best comfort sex possible — taking you as softly as he could, afterwards he held you in his arms and smothered you in aftercare.
Nanami's eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, heavy with exhaustion, as the dim glow of his computer screen reflected off the thin lenses of his glasses, now precariously perched at the tip of his long nose. His tie hung loosely around his neck, the once-neat knot undone and forgotten in the day's chaos. His fingers danced mechanically across the keyboard, the soft clicking sound filling the otherwise silent office, a monotonous rhythm that mirrored his fatigue.
He stole a glance at his wristwatch, the sleek silver hands inching closer to 11:45 pm. Time seemed to crawl, teasing him with its sluggish pace. His thoughts wandered—unbidden, yet welcome—to you. He missed the faint trace of your scent, the delicate floral note that lingered long after you’d gone. The memory of your touch haunted him, the gentle caress of your fingers brushing against his skin, leaving a warmth that his sterile cubicle office could never replicate. And then there was your pussy—a sweetness he craved more than anything, a memory that had become both his solace and torment.
Nanami’s hazel eyes shifted from the slow-moving hands of his wristwatch to the glint of the wedding band on his left hand. The faint light caught the polished metal, a quiet reminder of the day his life had changed forever. His mind drifted back to that moment, the memory as vivid as if it had happened yesterday.
He could still see the way your eyes welled up with tears, wide and shimmering like pools of starlight, as he lowered himself onto one knee. The small velvet box in his trembling hands had felt impossibly heavy, burdened with the weight of hope and love. Your gasp, soft and unguarded, echoed in his ears as he opened the box to reveal the delicate ring nestled within.
It was a decision he never doubted, not for a single moment in the five years that had followed. That day wasn’t just the day he proposed—it was the day he pledged his heart, his future, and every piece of himself to you. The memory was a warm balm against the cold monotony of his office, a tether pulling him back to the life and love waiting just beyond the clock’s relentless ticking.
After what felt like an eternity, the slender hands of his wristwatch finally aligned at 11:45. Relief washed over Nanami, replacing the sluggish weight of the day with a sudden, urgent energy. Without hesitation, he pushed back his chair, the legs scraping softly against the polished floor. Rising to his full height, he swiftly logged off his desktop, the screen flickering off like the end of a tiresome day.
He reached for his coat, draped over the back of his chair, and shrugged it on with practiced ease. The fabric still held the faint scent of you, a whisper of warmth and familiarity that spurred him forward. He didn’t linger—he couldn’t. Every second between him and you felt like an unnecessary delay.
The thought of your welcoming arms, your soft touch, and the way your smile could melt away the weight of the world made his steps quicken. He had to leave, to close the distance and return to where he truly belonged—to you.
Upon arriving home, Nanami paused at the edge of the driveway, his sharp eyes softening as they fell on the familiar figure of the stray cat lounging near the porch. The small creature perked up at his presence, its tail flicking with quiet anticipation. Despite his weariness, Nanami crouched down, retrieving the small bag of kibble he always kept in his coat pocket. He poured the food into a bowl near the steps, his fingers brushing lightly against the cat’s soft fur before rising again.
With that completed, he stepped inside, the soft click of the door behind him cutting off the chill of the night. He bent slightly as he untied his dress shoes, a slight stumble betraying his fatigue. Slipping them off, he set them neatly by the door before shrugging out of his coat, hanging it carefully on the nearby rack. His movements were deliberate, quiet, as if he feared disturbing the peace of the dimly lit house.
Nanami placed his keys down gently, the faint clink barely audible in the stillness, before making his way through the hallway. The soft glow of the bedroom beckoned him forward, each step bringing him closer to the sanctuary he craved. The air grew warmer, tinged with the subtle, familiar scent that reminded him of you. As he reached the door, his heart quickened in anticipation, the weight of the day slipping further from his shoulders.
As Nanami pushed the bedroom door open, the soft creak barely stirred the tranquil silence within. His eyes immediately found you, curled up beneath the warm covers, your breathing steady and deep in the peaceful rhythm of sleep. The faint glow from the bedside lamp bathed you in a golden hue, illuminating the serene expression on your face.
He approached quietly, each step careful and measured, as if afraid to disturb the fragile stillness of the moment. Sitting gently on the edge of the bed, his gaze softened as he leaned closer. With a tender hand, he brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face, revealing the delicate features he loved so dearly.
For a moment, he let himself admire you in the gentle light. His eyes lingered on the soft curve of your lashes resting against your cheeks, the natural pout of your plush lips that seemed to invite his touch even in sleep. His gaze wandered downward, tracing the graceful slope of your neck and the elegant dip of your collarbone. It lingered briefly at the valley of your cleavage, the softness of the swell made his mouth dry.
In that moment, the world outside faded entirely, leaving only the quiet breathing and Nanami's heavy breathing as he found himself growing hard, he needed to taste your sweetness and he felt terribly sorry for disturbing your sleep. But he needed to relieve some stress.
“Sweetheart, open your beautiful legs for me.. please..” Nanami urged breathlessly against the delicate skin of your inner thighs, gently gripping them apart and pulling you closer before burying his face into your slick pussy, not giving you time to fully wake up.
You were so fucking pretty moaning his name like a prayer. He has been eating you out for at least forty minutes, neglecting himself. He couldn't care less as he was addicted to the sight of you cumming again and again, taking more pleasure in knowing that he was the one making a beautiful mess of you without even fucking you.
“One more, darling.. I need to make you cum one more time.” He murmurs in a slurred daze against your pretty pussy, before spitting onto your sensitive nub, plunging his thick tongue inside you, his hazel eyes locked onto yours, full of love and desire. He looked like he would reach an orgasm just from tasting your sweet pussy.
