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Losing A Bet.

Nanami Kento x fem!Reader

Summary: After drunkenly agreeing to a bet with Gojo Satoru and losing it, he'll have full control over your next actions. However, he is very aware of your inappropriate tension with your boss, Nanami Kento, and loves to play the Matchmaker.

(Basically the Tiktok thing where you go "Your hands are nice, can they be my necklace?")

Warnings: smut! 18+ content, rough sex, slight abuse of power, grinding, huge choking kink, Gojo being a little bitch, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, ceo Nanami, secretary Reader, kinda established relationship, Gojo is Reader's best friend, lots of teasing, dom Nanami, unprotected sex, some fluff, basically have fun!

A/N; Hey ya'lll! Super excited to be putting out content here - so here you go. A Nanami x reader, cause I'm a huuuge Nanami whore<3 If you have any suggestions, lemme know. Have a great day!!

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"I am absolutely not doing that."

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Betting always seemed like a very primitive thing. Either you win, or you lose. Basically, like a flip of a coin or a crystal pendulum on a wooden board. Nothing too hard or to struggle for – like mentioned before, a wind of fortuity. However, how could a person ever deal with starting a wicked, corrupt bet?

Would you just have to accept losing?

Now, to put this in simpler words. You had been Nanami Kento's secretary in his company for about a year now, and it has been, well, tiring. As hard-working and consistent as you were, it was still difficult to keep up with the God-awful amounts of work you had to complete. It was rewarding, of course, and you were nothing but content with the money you were gaining. That wasn't even the whole reason why you enjoyed your position so much.

It was Nanami, himself. Upon seeing him for the first time at the job interview, you've always found him to be slightly fascinating. Not only was he very pleasant to the eyes, he was also indescribably intelligent, and his strict, stoic demeanor drew you even closer.

When you first saw him, you had to take a minute of concentration so you could begin your monologue about your work ethic and values. He was intently listening to your words the entire time, weighing each statement to be either honest or fake. Even after you finished, he did nothing but lean back against his chair's headrest and nod, which, for him wasn't that characteristic. At least, you had decided on thinking that.

He had no other questions, as apparently your pre-written monologue fulfilled his expectations. 'I'm not exactly a talk person', he had exclaimed after some time of silence. 'I appreciate actions much more than empty promises.'

Nanami Kento was a man of his word. From the moment you started your position as his secretary, you had been doing nothing but work. However, it wasn't to say that he hadn't expressed his genuine gratitude towards you, because he had, and a couple of times, actually.

Over the year, you two formed a formal bond, where both of the parties exclaimed respect towards the other. You both even drank coffee in his office a few times – usually in the early morning, as Nanami had expressed his 'enjoyment your encouraging voice gave him on such dull, boring mornings.'

Maybe that meant he found you bright and entertaining? You never asked.

That's why, after a full year of working with him, you started to notice more microscopic details of him, started to observe him more often. Maybe you even noticed details about your own flawed well-being, which grew and blossomed into something much harder to ignore. It also increased to more than twice as big when you met him in the elevator two months ago.

~

"Good evening."

"Good evening, sir," you answered back to the dim voice as you extended your arm to press the elevator floor button. After pressing it, you stood back straight, rolling your shoulders back to slightly correct your posture. "Going home already?" Nanami asked, taking a step forward and tightening his hold on his bag. "Are you?" you eyed him from the side, leaning your hip against the steel-cold wall. "Yes."

You hummed, nodding. "Well, I walked past your office and noticed you gathering your things from the desk. I was about to ask if you'd let me leave earlier today. It's Friday, after all."

"It is," he replied, blinking along with the ding of the elevator as it arrived to your floor. You both stepped in, instantly turning around to face the now closing elevator doors. Once again, you leaned down, this time pressing the button titled floor zero. "So, would you? Let me, I mean." "Well, we are both going down, aren't we?"

You slightly smiled, looking up at him for confirmation. He also stared back at you. Muttering a small 'thank you', you shifted your weight on your right leg and leaned on the side of the elevator. The elevator went silent, forcing your heart to quicken its pace, for no reason other than the enjoyable smell of Nanami's cologne hitting your nostrils.

You subconsciously breathed in, swallowing. The light noise drew his attention to you, and you felt his eyes settle on your hair-covered face. It was partly a try at concealing your heating cheeks, for which, at this moment, you hated yourself like never before.

You flicked your eyes at Nanami's shoes mere moments before you felt him lean in to your side of the elevator space, hand slowly coming up to your overheating face. His fingers lightly grazed your cheek as he wrapped them around a curl of your hair, twirling it around his finger for a few seconds, only to then smoothly push it behind your ear.

You melted into the wall – supporting yourself on it since your knees threatened to give out. Your lips parted, a small noise, you weren't particularly sure of what kind, leaving your mouth.

"You have very good hair," you suddenly heard Nanami say, before his hand traveled down the remaining length of your loose hair, leaving right after it made contact with your clothing. You wanted nothing more than to keep your formality, and tell him a grateful 'thank you', but, for some reason, all you could do was lean into his warmth as his hand trailed away from you.

Falling back against the wall, you inhaled deeply, raising your eyes to the floor number as the elevator rang again. The doors opened – however, as soon as you shifted forward to exit the tiny containment, an arm stopped you. It was Nanami.

You threw him a slightly confused look, watching as he pushed the door close button with his knuckle. You took a step back, intently staring at his actions. Eyes widening, your heartbeat increased even more.

"I surely hope I'm not overworking you," he unexpectedly mumbled, taking a big step towards you and reaching his hand out. He stopped his walk only when you both were almost pressing against each other. Your breathing hitched, and Nanami noticed it. His hand fell on your left shoulder, however, soon slid down to your expressively beating heart. His palm pressed gently to your chest and you closed your eyes in defeat, being fully aware of how bad a situation this was.

"My, Y/N. Are you feeling okay?" he asked, eyes trailing down to yours, which were plastered on his fancy looking shoes.

"It's humid in here," you quietly answered, not daring to look up at him, as you were scared you'd embarrass yourself even more. You didn't expect the low scoff that came from the man in front of you. "Hm, yes," he expressed, his large hand leaving your chest and dropping to his side.

His other hand, however, rose to rest on the elevator wall above your shoulder. You accidentally made the mistake of getting so confused that you lifted your gaze to make eye contact with him. He seemed to enjoy said mistake and, when you looked back down at your shoes seconds later, the hand that previously monitored your heaving heart, was suddenly placed daintily under your chin.

Your breathing hitched again, and you felt a wave of heavy butterflies flutter in your stomach as he slowly raised your chin to his eye level. You felt yourself lean forward on his hand subconsciously. Nanami repeated his hum.

Your eyes met his and you swore he muttered 'fuck' under his breath as he noticed your extremely dilated pupils and glossed over eyes.

You can tell a lot about a person from their eyes.

"Have a good Friday," Nanami unexpectedly spoke, his face relaxing along with the grip on your chin. You nodded, fighting back the need to start laughing at your triumphant and somewhat comedic win. After all, you had been yearning for this kind of attention from your idiotically hot boss for the past ten months, and now...

Now he had you with your back pressed against the wall.

He must've noticed the shimmer in your eyes – his lip corners turning upwards. He stepped away, hand leaving your chin and once again dropping to his side. You turned to the elevator exit, side-eyeing him for a moment, only to let out a small chuckle and fix your shirt before opening the doors and stepping outside.

"Goodbye, Nanami," you exclaimed, flashing him a smile and leaving him standing in the elevator.

~

That elevator accident was left unspoken about from the day it happened, and no one else came to know it except you and Nanami. He seemingly made the best effort to pretend like whatever happened that time didn't.

That left you kind of frustrated at times – when you tried to joke about it the slightest bit, you were practically shoved away or left looking like an idiot as he pretended to not understand the joke.

Not to say that nothing else happened between you two – tensions were definitely high anytime you brought him the paperwork or consulted about a work problem. Being alone in a room with him was rather difficult but, sure, nothing had ever happened.

And the morning coffee that you two would have before the accident, slowly faded away into 'I'm busy' or 'I already had my coffee, sorry.'

Now, two months later, you were still playing the pretending game, however, you had met Gojo.

Gojo Satoru, being simply the worst wing man to anyone alive, since he'd definitely ditch his wing-man position and walk off to talk to other people or, even worse, ditch his 'good friend' status and run off with your date.

However, one thing that he was weirdly amazing at, was catching your glances at Nanami. Perhaps it was like telepathy – whenever you'd look at Nanami for even half a second, Gojo was already poking your shoulder with his finger, a grin painted on his face, and being awfully annoying.

But, it's not like Nanami never returned your stares.

He did, and pretty often. Sometimes his eyes would linger on yours for no longer than a moment, a bored tone added to them, and, sometimes, they would bore into your skull for longer than ten seconds, making you look away at how intense his gaze was. Seemed like the man didn't care for general public.

However, back to now. Now, ironically, it was a mighty Friday. And, actually, the clock counted the baring end of your shift, so you tended to glance at the time more often, later going back to your papers.

You swore you jumped when the door swung open, unsurprisingly showing Gojo walk through. You didn't bother to vocally attend to him, so you nodded instead. He smiled, walking to your desk and leaning down to pull out the client chair from beneath it. You continued concentrating on your work, glancing slightly at Gojo. He practically jumped on the chair, crossing his arms and spreading his legs indescribably wide, making you grimace.

"Sit normally," you spoke, noticing him scoff. "I am sitting normally," he replied, watching you shift a pile of papers into one big and tidy block. "You're awfully giddy today," you pointed out, stealing a look at him from behind your computer. His smile widened. "You should be, too. Your work ends soon." You nodded, tidying up your desk.

"Hey." The sudden announcement made your eyes narrow suspiciously and you looked up at Gojo again.

"You lost the bet," he expressed, displaying a bit too much excitement. "Pardon?" you grimaced, watching his face expressions. "You really don't remember? Come on, the bet we made last weekend. At that bar?" Gojo's shoulders dropped as your face didn't change. That was, however, until he mentioned the bar.

"You mean, when I was so drunk, I barely got home?" you asked carefully, leaning back in the chair. The man in front of you began nodding, and you let out a low sigh. "Remind me," you threatened, and Gojo grinned wider.

"The bet was about the number of times boss man would complain about you during this week. Remember?" he explained, waiting for your approval. You mimicked him and also crossed your arms. "First of all, no, second of all, Nanami?"

"Yeah!" Gojo dramatized, making you sigh again. You shook your head, playing with the bracelet on your wrist. "And?" "And," he sung out. "I bet that he'd complain to me, about you, roughly thirty times....you said ten. And...he complained exactly twenty-six times." Your face dropped, mind going blank at the statement.

"You counted..." "—Not only that, but I said that if I win the bet, you have to do anything I say. And, you know, vice versa."

"I agreed to this..." you exclaimed in disbelief the second time, Gojo cutting you off. "And so, I won, which means, anything goes."

You sat up straight on the chair, leaning forward to push your computer to the side, a blank stare on your face. Gojo seemed to be in complete contrast of your emotions, practically fidgeting on the client chair. You opened your mouth to speak, only to close it instantly. Then, you settled on shooting him a tiredly questioning look.

"Lucky for you, I already have the perfect dare."

Uh oh.

That sentence, paired with Gojo's awful excitement and velvet-smooth tone, meant that you were going to suffer extremely in the next twenty minutes.

"You..." he raised one finger up in front of you. "Are going to go to Boss Man's office, knock on the door, flash him that pretty little smile of yours, and go inside. You'll chat a bit, flirt—whatever. Then—"

"No, no, hold on. Flirt?" you immediately cut him off, practically jumping off your chair. "Yes, I said, whatever—then you will strike up a little compromising statement, make him tense up—"

You slumped back down on the chair, shoulders dropping. He was either drunk, or absolutely insane. Sure, he must've known about your slight interest in Nanami, but, surely, he knew better than to taunt with such an amazing work position like this for some idiotic bet?

Gojo was still going on about how you should make Nanami feel tense, whatever that meant, and slid his chair closer to your desk, making you chuckle. "Satoru," you hissed, him quieting down. "Are you fucking insane? You really think that I'll do that?"

Instead of changing his face expression to a more understanding and apologetic one, he grinned. "No, Y/N, that's not even the best part. So, after everything I just told you—" "I didn't listen."

"...Right. Okay. So, after everything I just told you, you will come closer to him, act all pretty, and tell him that you've been in need of a new necklace. Which, of course, I mean as not an actual necklace, but his hand!" he enthusiastically explained, gesturing to his own hand and lifting it up in front of your face.

"Satoru?" you silently spoke up, raising your eyes to look at his glasses. "Yes?" his voice was a bit too hopeful. "I am absolutely not doing that." This time, his shoulders dropped down.

"I'll get Toge."

"What?" you breathed out, eyes widening so far that they nearly popped out of your eye sockets. "I'll get Toge," Gojo repeated, lips forming into a straight line as he leaned back on the chair. You were simmering in anger and shock.

"Come on, I mean, you've been practically drowning for that man, and, I'm a good friend, so this is my time to help you!" Gojo's voice rose higher, him gesturing more intensely as he watched your angry narrowed eyes.

Suddenly, the light bulb in your head exploded. "You know what, Satoru, fuck you. Fuck you and when I get back, I hope you...leave," you spoke loudly as you stood up from your chair, shut off your computer and walked around the desk. Gojo turned around in the chair faster than the speed of light.

"Y/N, I love you!" he shouted behind you while you opened the door. "I hate you," you answered back angrily, shutting the door with a bang. A small 'I love you' rang through the door after you turned around in the corridor. You fixed your pencil skirt, brushing it down with your hands, mentally screaming at Gojo for being such an idiot. Or maybe you were the idiot for not simply walking away?

Truthfully, that part of you that had such an interest in Nanami was the thing that kept you walking further through the corridor to his office. You were interested to know what he'd do, interested to know how much his eyes would burn through you once you'd say it.

You shook your head once you were standing right in front of his office door. Hearing a slight shuffle inside, you sighed deeply and laid your head against the door for a few moments, before stepping away and placing your hand on the door handle. It was comfortable knowing that everything was Gojo's fault.

"Good evening, sir," you exclaimed after having opened the door to his office and looked inside. Fuck, did he look absolutely amazing – sitting in the chair before his desk, elbows propped up on the hard surface with his head resting in his palms and a sliver of his slightly disheveled hair laying across his forehead. He looked back up at you almost instantly, no emotion changing on his face.

"Good evening," he answered. You lightly swallowed, feeling awfully unsure of your next move. "How are you doing, sir?" you leaned on asking the basics first. "Tired, but alright. You? Come in, and close the door," he spoke blankly, you nodding and doing as he asked.

You walked up to the chair in front of his desk, sitting down and slightly smiling. "I'm alright. A bit tired, too, but I'm glad I finished all the paperwork I had and I can go home soon. Ah, also, Gojo visited," you explained, seeing Nanami nod his head. "What did you two talk about?

"Nothing much, he just wanted to stop by, I guess," you replied, not being quite sure of how convincing your statement was to Nanami.

"Good. And, why did you come here?" he asked, head leaving his palms as he leaned back in the chair. You also leaned back, crossing your legs. "Well, I guess I was just kind of...lonely?" you emphasized the word, noticing his eyebrow slightly raising.

"And you decided to come to me for that?"

"Well, yes. Gojo just gets a bit...annoying at times."

"Do I not?" Nanami questioned, making you quietly chuckle. "Not really, sir. I guess I enjoy talking to you more," you expressed, heart jumping at your sudden statement. Nanami let out a soft but understanding 'ah', shifting his hands to rest in his lap. Your heartbeat sped up as you realized the perfect silence to interpose your compromising word.

"Sir?" you asked, still keeping eye contact with Nanami, as he hadn't moved his gaze away from you since you two started talking. He hummed back in a reply. You felt your voice waver, which made you a bit frustrated, since you weren't the type of person to get easily nervous.

"I've actually been—" you spoke up, raising your head slightly, before catching your awful demise. Nanami raised his eyebrows, showing interest in your announcement. Suddenly, you felt your heart beat twice as fast, again, as you swallowed and decided to simply rip the band-aid off.

"I've been in need of a new necklace, sir," you managed to breathe out, the tense room reaching its peak. Nanami's eyebrows seemed to relax, him taking in a deep breath. Your eyes were still extremely widened from the actuality of what you just said.

"Well," Nanami spoke, and you instantly opened your mouth to interject. Nanami, however, continued speaking faster than you could. "If you told me what kind of necklace you'd like..." his voice trailed off as he leaned forward on the desk.

"Sir! I am so sorry—It is definitely not like that; it was just some stupid joke Gojo thought off—I'm terribly sorry. I don't—I don't need your money," you quickly explained, watching as Nanami's lip corners slowly turned upwards.

"Then, what do you need?" he suddenly spoke. In an instant, you felt your cheeks heat up, and you quickly pressed your cold hand against your left cheek. Nanami chuckled.

"Is it humid in here, as well, Y/N?" You shook your head, your hand falling back in your lap. You lifted your eyes up, back at his, and returned his intense stare. "If not that, then what kind of necklace do you need?" he repeated, hushed tone of voice showing his peaked interest.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you weakly smiled, still staring back at Nanami. "Like I said, sir, it was just a stupid bet that I lost, and..." you trailed off, looking down at your pushed together thighs, blood flow being practically cut off from how tightly clad your dark grey pencil skirt was. You felt his eyes linger on you before pulling away, as Nanami sighed and leaned one arm back to vine it around his office chair. "I don't joke around that much. So, if you were being real, or not, I'd still accept your request."

"You mean, you'd buy me a necklace?" you blinked a few times, being in slight awe of his sudden genuine act. He lightly nodded, lifting one hand up to run his fingers through his hair. You swallowed, feeling your throat getting dry from the sight of his muscles flexing against the tight shirt.

As he swiped his blonde hair back, you noticed a tiny strand of graying hair moving against the golden ones, which caught you by surprise. It must've been the never-ending stress and worry that caused this, however, you couldn't lie that you didn't enjoy it.

You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it right after. You weren't sure how to politely explain how this had nothing to do with money, rather Gojo loving his position as a stupid matchmaker. "Sir," you stalled, thinking of nothing else but drawing his attention with your title for him.

He looked interested enough.

"Sir, I'm afraid that Gojo, that—" you caught yourself seconds before cursing him out. "—afraid that Gojo had no money in mind when he made me say this to you," you quietly explained, voice getting more and more silent, causing Nanami having to lean in behind the desk to hear your explanation better. "Sir." You added to make your sentence sound as proper as it could possibly be.

What came from Nanami was a barely audible scoff, as he brushed off his pants and leaned forward to stand up from his chair. You, on the other hand, instantly fell backwards on your chair, avoiding being close to him while he stood up.

"What other necklaces do you know besides gold and silver?" Nanami lightly sighed out, leaving his chair resting against the office wall, and walked slowly around the desk. "I don't know, sir, but I...I'm not sure I can say it," you spoke, raising your voice so he could hear it. "Why not?" You heard Nanami's reply, which made you want to curl up into a ball and leave humanity behind.

"It's not appropriate," you deadpanned, trailing his form with your eyes as he calmly walked towards the window. "Hm?" he let out a sound of interest, causing you to lean back on the chair and close your eyes.

"Does Gojo enjoy being a matchmaker?" you suddenly heard Nanami speak. You opened your eyes, which widened in unexpected humiliation. Did he finally realize what undeniably cringy thing you were talking about?

"Maybe," you breathed out, feeling the growing butterflies in your stomach stir just from being alone with him. One blink later, Nanami had turned around to face you, and you made eye contact with him. Having leaned back on the chair, your body moved on itself – you quickly fixed your position in the chair and your hands flew to rest on top of your thighs, covering the raised skirt.

Nanami's eyes also lingered on your placed hands for a moment, before moving back to your face. Your cheeks heated up as he took a big step towards you, hands crossing themselves together behind his back.

He hummed quietly, watching you adjust yourself on your seat again. "You're nervous. Do I make you nervous?" he asked, taking another step closer. The abundant use of his word made you swallow, and you shook your head. You gazed down at your shoes, watching as he stepped so close, almost close enough to touch the tips of yours. You decided to look back up at him.

His tall frame hovered above yours, and you craned your neck so far back just to be able to see his eyes – his head shifted down to stare at you. You wished he hadn't stood so close.

"You care about appropriate?" Nanami suddenly spoke, making you scoff.

"Obviously, I do, sir."

"You didn't seem to when we were in the elevator." His sudden statement made you practically jump up from the client chair, facing him directly. "Oh. Oh, now we're gonna' talk about the elevator?" you whispered, words coming out in a quiet, but harsh shout.

"After you ignored me and pretended like that never happened for two months straight?" His eyebrows rose up, eyes narrowing. "I didn't ignore you." "Sure, you did! What happened to coffee? To our formal-informal policy? You just pretended to be busy—"

"I was busy," Nanami cut you off, and you tried to desperately ignore how his hips lightly brushed against yours as he moved. "Were you? I saw your work, you had finished everything, every last paper, meeting, everything. But you were still busy," you quickly spoke, watching as his face slowly relaxed, eyes coating with visible worry.

"You don't need to know about it," he answered, voice hushed and quieter than usual. You stopped, later sighing and surprising yourself by leaning forward and resting your forehead against Nanami. He stood still, exhaling. "I'm sorry that you work too much. But, will I be able to know, someday?" you muttered, enjoying how his tall form supported your lean on him.

Your body moved along with Nanami's as he took in a deep, thoughtful breath. Hearing no answer seconds later, you closed your eyes against him. "So, it's a maybe," you pondered, Nanami scoffing.

"I didn't say that. You did."

The both of you chuckled this time. Suddenly, you let out a surprised gasp as his body pressed itself flush against yours. Now, you could really feel his warmth, and that made your heartbeat quicken.

Your face was now pushed against his shirt, your dominant hand coming up to place itself next to your head for support as you started to feel like falling backwards. Nanami seemed to feel that, too, since right after you moved, one of his hands snaked up to your lower back, gripping you slightly to hold you in place, while the other came to rest gently on the back of your head.

Both of the places he was touching you were starting to burn up, meanwhile your heart filled up with overflowing warmth, you sighing.

This somewhat of a hug lasted for a full minute, before you felt Nanami start to pull away. He must've noticed your reaction, chuckling, as the hand that previously rested on your hair was now gripping your chin, just like it did in the elevator. Once again, he slowly lifted your head up to make eye contact, his eyes sparkling as he saw your heating cheeks.

"You have a thing for eye contact, don't you?" you heard him mumble. You raised your eyebrows, still embarrassed from your stupid reaction. "Not my fault that you stare like that," you replied, watching as he lightly smiled.

"You know, I'm not that old," Nanami suddenly exclaimed, you feeling the air from his exhale on your face. "I know a bit about nowadays' slang."

Blaring alarms began sounding in your head as you slightly nodded, eyes trailing away through the window nervously, however coming back to Nanami's a moment later. "You do?" you asked carefully, repressing a tiny noise as you felt Nanami's grip on your chin tighten. He nodded, gaze wandering off to the lower half of your face, coming back up soon after.

"But, surely, I have been slacking off, since I am fully aware that your little necklace means something way different...however, I'll admit, I don't know what that something is," he took time to explain, watching how you slowly lost attention of his words.

You hummed, lips stretching into a smile as you gestured at him. "I'd tell you, but I'm currently not able to think," you spoke, him chuckling again. Nanami nodded knowingly, and released all hold of you, taking a small step backwards. You were relieved, of course, but a small part of your being ached to have him closer.

"Right—" "And be professional. Appropriate," he suddenly corrected, cutting you off. You took in a deep breath, nodding. "Right, sir. So, uh—" you stopped, eyes going blank as you stared at the floor. "Right, so, it's—sir, please don't make me say it."

You deadpanned again, forcing one of Nanami's eyebrows to raise. "Show me, instead?" he suggested, and you instantly nodded. You kept down a cough, gazing down at his hands, which were now resting alongside him. Not daring to mutter a word, you leaned closer to him, reaching to hesitantly grip his large hand.

It would be a sin to lie that you hadn't thought of his hands before. Because you had, and a lot. His fingers were long, hands slightly veiny and surprisingly soft. You often bet that if he rolled up the sleeves of his formal shirt, he'd have detailed veins running intricately along the length of his arms – the thought of which sometimes came with detailed images of his hands wrapping themselves around the base of your neck, or his slim fingers being shoved delightedly into your throat. And now, as you grabbed his hand, you noticed how much bigger it was compared to yours.

Catching yourself staring, you quietly cleared your throat, being sure that if you were to look up, Nanami would be grinning at your distraction. However, ignoring that, you moved your hand further down, gripping his wrist and raising his hand up towards you.

You swallowed, heartbeat increasing rapidly. He made no effort to move, so you raised his hand higher, finally being able to guide it to your throat. You felt each individual finger of his tighten around your neck, leaving you breathless as you realized how good it felt.

His grip wasn't that tight, but the feeling of his hand around your throat made you swoon. You desperately avoided his stare, being so unsure of your ability to control yourself at the moment. Realizing you needed to play everything off, you lightly chuckled, gesturing to his hand.

"Yeah—see, it's nothing, he just—ah," you couldn't hold back the noise as Nanami unexpectedly tightened his grip, making your lips part and your eyes fly to his. They were intense – glossed over and narrowed, observing you intently.

"You enjoy this," he suddenly spoke, the heat in your abdomen starting to flow even more. With his hand on you, he carefully guided you backwards, pushing the client chair away and pressing you against the edge of his desk. Nanami definitely noticed your breathing hitch at how roughly your backside hit the desk. "You enjoyed last time, too, didn't you? You like it when I handle you," he muttered, as you continued to gaze adoringly at him.

He let out a breathy chuckle, his other hand pushing your hip to help you sit on the desk. "Can't even speak now." Nanami spoke almost to himself, but you managed to catch his words every time.

His hand suddenly left your neck and you quietly gasped, instantly taking in a breath. Your skin still tingled, and you found it to be very enjoyable.

"Maybe I should let you leave again? Forget about it, as well," he asked, question almost rhetorical. You breathed in again, smiling and scoffing. "You think I forgot about the elevator? I kept thinking about it every time I saw you, or spoke to you," you answered, seeing his eyebrows raise. "Of course, you would. You're so needy." You eyed him at the statement, not being sure whether to be offended or turned on, which, actually, you were already the latter.

"Did you forget it?" you reversed the question, watching as he lightly lifted his head up and barely smiled. "No," he replied. You found yourself nodding with an overexcited 'told you' motion.

"If you don't touch me right now, I'll just leave, sir," your voice suddenly rang in between of you, Nanami almost immediately extending his arms towards you, mere moments later gripping your hip with one hand, while the other started on unbuttoning your shirt.

"Oh, no, we don't want that, now," you heard Nanami whisper under his breath – his barely audible and breathy voice almost making you shut your eyes in frustration. Nanami ended up noticing your reaction, which made him grin with noticeable pride.

His hand left the last button of your shirt and rose up, caressing your cheek while still managing to manipulate your head to his eye level. You had now managed to keep your eyes open and let them dance around his features up-close.

"Hm, here, I'll help you," Nanami muttered, unexpectedly leaning his head down to the side of your delicate neck – his uneven breaths tickling your skin. Your hands flew to his shirt, both gripping the fabric desperately as his lips brushed against your throat, later pressing down light kiss. Seemingly content with the gasp that left your lips, he began to abuse the sensitive skin rougher, resulting in you closing your eyes shut again and pressing yourself harder against his figure.

"You're not—ah—not helping me," you managed to choke out, feeling Nanami chuckle against you. He hummed, and seconds later you felt his knee coming to rest in between your thighs. The feeling of much needed friction made you whimper, but Nanami continued biting the skin, now moving his head to the other side of your neck.

Feeling the embarrassment rise from your neck to your cheeks, you swallowed and shut your eyes tighter, biting your tongue to try and keep the whorish moans from escaping your mouth. Instead, you whimpered louder, finding your hips subconsciously moving against his clothed leg – deciding to throw your pride out the window.

However, that didn't satisfy Nanami as he suddenly lifted his head up, eyes boring into yours. "I don't want you to hold back. I want to hear you," he mumbled, eyes flicking down to your lips and back to your eyes. "Sir, Gojo is two rooms down and he'll—" you began, only to be cut off by Nanami.

"Then let him hear," he spoke louder, eyes glinting. Nanami's feverish ignorance rushed to your head and, when he dipped his head lower to you again, you settled on agreeing.

His loving mouth traveled all the way from your jaw, dabbling dangerously close to your parted lips, to your now colorful neck, as he made sure to leave you embarrassed while you walked down the corridor later tonight. You gave him the sounds he wanted – when he ripped the unbuttoned shirt from your body and peppered kisses down your throat, dipping deeper to the valley in between your covered chest, until the contact had you arching and leaning back heavily on his stacked desk.

Nanami settled on simply scrunching your pencil skirt around your stomach, not bothering to take it off fully. He pushed you further on the smooth surface of the desk, knee leaving from between your thighs. He did, however, take time to step back and gaze at the mess he had left you in – a hot, bothered, panting mess.

A chuckle rang from both of you as you continued staring at each other. Nanami's cheeks were dusted a light pink, hair messier than it was when you first entered the room.

Noticing your growing confidence, Nanami furrowed his eyebrows and took a step forward – his hand instantly finding comfort around your throat. Your whimper was silenced, and, moments later, Nanami used his free hand to eagerly push your thighs further apart, the same hand sliding down to your underwear. Eyes full of pride, he placed his thumb over your completely drenched panties, noticing as your hips bucked at the soft action. So needy.

He continued his tiny movements, your breath hitching quietly whenever he pressed down harder.

"Have you thought about me?" he suddenly asked, voice turning breathier again. Your eyes flickered down to his lips. "What do you mean, sir?" you managed to mumble out, his grip on your neck weakening. He lightly snickered. "You know what I mean," he replied, his hand leaving from your throat and travelling up to your chin, later lips.

Your breathing hitched as Nanami's thumb ended up on your lower lip, toying with it. "Hm?" he hummed, leaning forward and slightly slowing down his movements on your underwear, however adding more pressure. "Have you?" you flipped the question quickly, to which Nanami chuckled, and bent down even closer to you, gently brushing against the shell of your ear. "What would you think if I said I have?"

You found yourself smiling, and letting out a small laugh. "I'd say that's, hot," you muttered, both of you smiling wider in unison. "Is it." Nanami retorted, speaking mostly to himself.

Unexpectedly, he quickly managed to grab the edge of your underwear and slide them down your thighs, softly making you lift your ass from the desk in the process. His movements were both gentle and somehow rough at the same time, making you swallow thickly as your throat grew dry. Placing his large hand on your thigh, he gripped the flesh harder.

Wasting no time, Nanami brought his other, right, hand to your mouth, making you whimper as his middle and ring fingers lightly pried your lips apart, shoving themselves onto your wet tongue. You couldn't help but keep contact with his stern eyes – which he seemed to enjoy – fingers travelling further into your throat.

You found his action to be very hot, letting your tongue freely move around him. He slid his now dripping fingers out of your mouth soon after. To your extreme surprise, he suddenly leaned his head down and pushed the same two fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. Your eyes had definitely widened, and he noticed it, slightly grinning.

He then pulled his fingers out, which now had your and his saliva on them, and trailed them down your bare stomach. You suppressed a noise, and further traced his actions.

Nanami placed his head in the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your skin and making goosebumps trail all over your anticipating body. His fingers then traveled back down to your thighs. You tried to suppress a tiny whimper when his cool wet fingers traced your clit, pleasure immediately travelling through you. He went lower, sliding his middle finger into your pussy with ease.

You closed your eyes, lightly rolling your shoulders back and raising your now seemingly heavy head.

"You're so wet, Y/N," Nanami muttered into your ear, you getting even more goosebumps from his deep voice and opening your eyes back up to see him tower above you. "I bet I could just fuck into you right now," he spoke again, his filthy words aligning with the quickening pace of his now two fingers inside you.

Your back arched and you threw your head back as Nanami continued stroking the right spot, heat quickly building up in your entire body. Surely, you weren't going to cum that fast, were you? To be fair, Nanami had been teasing your for quite some time now, not to even mention the unimaginable amount of times you had failed to satisfy yourself with your own fingers.

"Will you—ah—make me cum, sir?" you mumbled, not even realizing the desperate tone of your voice until after you had spoken. Nanami lifted his head from your neck, the corners of his lips tilted upwards as he continued fucking his long fingers into your pussy at a rapid pace. "If you're a good girl for me," he answered, and your eyes widened again, you still not being used to his such way of words.

He hummed. "You like that, don't you? You like when I'm rough with you, you like when I choke you—when I praise you. Ah, aren't you just filthy?" Nanami continued lowly speaking into your ear, and you soon found yourself on the edge of your first orgasm. His left hand stayed put on your thigh, guiding you to spread your legs further. Your breathing became very irregular, whimpers growing more and more loud. His movements didn't stop, but soon rapidly slowed down – his thumb moving to draw circles on your clit while his middle and ring fingers still caressed the right spot inside you.

Your thighs shook, Nanami's touch being all too good, and he leaned back down to kiss the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. You were so, so close when, suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them back in your mouth. "Maybe I'll make you cum on my cock," he mumbled as he watched you gasp and your hips involuntarily move. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself. Seconds later, he removed them from your mouth.

You exclaimed a long, heaving breath, opening your eyes to glare at Nanami, who chuckled in response.

"I'm sorry, couldn't help it," he answered, lust lacing the low tone of his voice. His other, dry, hand came up to your face, lightly caressing the side of your cheek, while Nanami continued eating you up with his eyes.

"...fuck me...?" you asked quietly, watching the reaction in his eyes as he heard your tiny statement. Nodding, he dropped his hands to his belt, undoing it and later unzipping his pants. You continued to stare at him, his delightful hands flexing as he messed with the belt.

Your eyes surely widened as you finally saw the outline of him through his boxers – he was huge, and your insides immediately simmered with slight anxiety and anticipation. "Ah, I know, baby, I know," he cooed, hand coming to lightly palm himself. You couldn't help but smile at his sympathy. Leaning in, your eyes slid to his lips, and you gestured at him.

"Will you kiss me, please?" you asked, and Nanami's hand almost instantly came up to your chin, this time gripping it lightly – only to tilt your head towards him.

He, however, didn't progress anymore – and you weren't able to convince yourself to make the first move.

"Pretty please, 'nami?" you mumbled again, the corners of Nanami's lips turning upwards. "Pretty please." He repeated, as to almost underline how desperate you were to have his lips smashing onto yours as he fucked you good. But, deciding to be meaner another time, Nanami lightly hummed and leaned into you, lips almost touching yours. He mentally slapped himself for not being able to control his teasing, but he still watched your breathing hitch as you opened your eyes.

" 'nami," you whispered, and the smile on Nanami's face widened. Suddenly, your eyes blinked shut as he pressed a short-lasting kiss onto your lips, pulling away a few – seemingly very long – moments later. Even such a short kiss made your lower stomach erupt in huge fluttering butterflies again, and when Nanami pulled away, you chased him forwards, starting another kiss yourself.

This time, Nanami noticed your eagerness, and soon took control of your movements – kissing you back way harder. His fingers gripped your chin even more, manipulating your head to move just the way he wanted. You found yourself whimpering into him, not even trying to contain the amount of fire Nanami made you feel.

Nanami's other hand soon traveled down to your thighs, roughly spreading them apart once again, and shifting you closer to his body on the desk. Unexpectedly, you found yourself completely flush to him, his clothed dick pressed against you. You both felt hot, the temperature in the room somehow rising higher by the second.

For a moment, you staggered against his lips, mind flashing back to your own office down the hall – more importantly, Gojo – but all worries were forgot the instant that Nanami's hand moved to your waist, his hips grinding further into yours.

"Enough of this," Nanami suddenly pulled away, his tongue sticking out to lick the inner corners of his lips. "I wanna'—I wanna' fill you up," he mumbled, keeping eye contact with you as his hands traveled down to his boxers, sliding them down. He definitely had the prettiest dick you've ever seen, you thought, and your eyes then flashed right back to his.

Keeping his tight grip on you, Nanami captured you in another hot kiss – you barely being able to keep up with his needy mouth. You found yourself moaning right into the kiss as you felt the head of his cock push into you with ease – you dripping all over his usually tidy desk. Nanami ended the kiss, pulling back and letting his mouth fall open, however still wanting to be gentle and let you adjust to him.

You shifted your thighs further, lifting your arms up to wrap them around his neck eagerly.

"Just—Just a lil' bit more, alright? You'll take me like a good girl, yeah—?" Nanami muttered as he pushed himself in further, you whimpering into his neck.

"Good girl—good fuckin' girl," he suddenly pulled out, thrusting all the way back in right after. You couldn't control the noises that left your mouth, along with a few expletives. Nanami then repeated the same process, before starting to fuck into you, bottoming out every other time.

Not letting you do any of the work, Nanami just took pride in your face, contorted in pure bliss, and how tightly you held onto him as he fucked you harder each time.

"Fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you mumbled in your fucked-out state, the world starting to lightly spin, your entire body burning with lust and eagerness. "Harder, ah—please, harder," you begged in a higher pitched and desperate voice – Nanami agreeing to your proposal almost immediately.

"Taking—takin' me so good, baby—taking me so good," he seemed to be in the similar frenzy as you were, the both of you coming in for a kiss at the same time. Nanami's touch felt rougher than the kisses before, and the rising heat in your core wanted more.

"Touch—please, touch me, more—" you whined after leaving the kiss, Nanami tutting with his chin placed on your forehead. "I'm fucking the shit out of you, baby, I am touching you."

Not even trying to explain it with words, you rather opted to once again gather his free right hand and drag it to your throat. He caught on well – instantly wrapping his fingers around your marked neck, your eyes rolling back from the even more intense pleasure.

The whole desk threatened to collapse, and each time you met Nanami's hips with yours, all you managed to do was hold onto his strong figure to not fall off, yourself.

"My pretty slut, my pretty little—," you heard him mumble with a rasped voice, you also barely being able to choke out any moans or sentences as his hand only tightened around your throat – the feeling being probably the only thing grounding you at the moment. One of your hands left his back, instead travelling to his one on your neck. You placed your hand shakily around his, him releasing his hold slightly.

You were pretty sure you were drooling at this point – your fucked-out brain thinking of Nanami Kento, and him only. You stared aimlessly back at his eyes, keeping eye contact as he fucked you so, so good. You were sure you couldn't live without him anymore. You were both a total mess – dabbling dangerously on the edge of an overstimulating orgasm – feeling Nanami's hips stutter more often.

" 'nside—inside, please," you begged, voice almost more raspy than his own. "Please—please, please, daddy—inside," you mumbled, voice almost getting lost in the loud sounds of sex. However, Nanami had instantly caught your blabbering, a loud groan leaving him.

"Fuck—fuck, stop," he almost panted out, softly but swiftly flipping his blonde hair back. "Daddy, please," you whimpered. It was hopeless now – you had caught onto the title and for sure were not going to lose it – and it was obvious.

"You want daddy to cum in you? Is that what you want, baby?" Nanami groaned out, unexpectedly stopping his pace and slamming you onto his desk, a couple of document-filled binders flying off the surface. You let out a loud gasp, Nanami leaning down to your level and hovering near your ear.

"You're such a fucking slut for daddy, you know that, baby?"

Right after your eyes widened from such obscene words, he went right back to fucking the absolute shit out of you, not even thinking about letting you catch up. Not even a few moments later, your thighs shook harshly, and you creamed unimaginably hard around his cock – him continuing to aid you through your orgasm with terribly mean rough thrusts and sweet forehead kisses.

Seconds later, he came inside you, continuing to rut into you as he once again abused the purple skin on your neck and chest.

Laying his head on you, he sighed out as he listened to your fucked-out whispers of 'daddy' and soft whimpers of you trying to move.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. Did I hurt you?" he instantly reached out, noticing you weakly shake your head. "I'd usually go for another round, but—uh, God," you humored silently, the both of you chuckling. "Everyone left. I'll take care of you, alright? We can, uh, go to my place—or yours, if you want," Nanami slowly pried off of you, trying to not smile at how hopelessly you arched as he pulled out.

"Your place, please. And tell me you do have a shower, please."

"Hm, pretty sure I do. Can you stand?"

"I can try—"

"Hey, I'll just carry you. It's okay."

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