thinking about ceo!nanami
cw: dub con, drunk s3x, breeding
ceo!nanami who has several different business type degrees, the number one stock company in the east and spent the better part of what he calls his “younger years” in college, so he could build his dream life. (he’s not old now, his soul just is.)
ceo!nanami who never had the time to think about love and romance after high school, he was too busy building a stable future, so he only ever had his fist and a bottle of lotion :(
ceo!nanami who grew accustomed to being single, heart practically non existent, ruling his company with an iron fist.
ceo!nanami who looked like a deer in headlights the first time he ever saw you, his temporary secretary, while his main one was gone on maternity leave.
ceo!nanami who tries to play it cool and pretend to be unaffected by your bright aura, your little jokes and your sexy yet somehow appropriate work attire.
ceo!nanami who hates to admit that after two months of you by his side, he’s enjoying it, you’ve made him smile a little more and took his heart off ice.
ceo!nanami who now has to have you with him at every meeting, no matter how minuscule, if he couldn’t see you, that little high cheekboned smile, and make eye contact with you, he’d flail in the meeting.
ceo!nanami who nearly throws a fit when his secretaries extended maternity leave is over and you have to give her, her job back, he just can’t have you disappear like that, not after the last six months.
ceo!nanami who blushes and smiles like a fool when you give him your number and tell him you’d love to go out for drinks some time, the tips of his ears scarlet red with embarrassment.
ceo!nanami who gets plastered with you and has to have a car take you both back to his place, because neither of you can properly walk a straight line, led alone drive.
ceo!nanami who can’t keep his drunken gaze off of you as you slip your shoes and jacket off out of respect for his house. his gaze lazy and hungry as he looks you over.
ceo!nanami who now was pushing your head down into the couch cushion with one hand, while his other gripped onto your hips for dear life as he sloppily pounded into you from behind with the lewdest wet sounds imaginable.
his vision blurred and distorted but he couldn’t mistake the way your snug walls hugged him so tight. the way you were soaking his dick and moaning into the couch cushion so prettily.
he couldn’t mistake the way you looked back at him over your shoulder with your mouth open through every thrust, gasping out “ri-righ th-there ken..” plap! plap! “please.. d-don’t stop” plap plap! “mngh.. god you’re gonna make me cum ken!” plap plap plap!
and he definitely couldn’t miss the way your spongy walls wrapped around him so fucking tight it almost hurt when you came, hiccuping and moaning out “cum inside ken.. w-wan’ it inside!” and who was he to deny the woman he wanted to make his wife?