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Third Wheeling Your Own Marriage

F!Non-Sorceres Reader X Gojo Satoru X Nanami Kento

Summary: You should be overjoyed that Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento are your husbands. But you feel your skin crawl as you become the third wheel in your own marriage.

Major Tags: Graphic Violence, SMUT—Minors DNI, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Founders and Executives, Gaming Industry, Canon-Divergence

Additional Tags: The Office-style Commentary, Crack Treated Seriously, Social Media Meltdown, Mendez Brothers Vibes, JJK Headcanons, Hurt Reader, Pregnancy Complications, Regretful Gojo and Nanami, Protective Yaga, Internet Sleuths, Domestic Chaos

Warnings: Emotional Abuse, Poly Relationship Drama, Unplanned Pregnancy, Medical Emergency, Canon-Typical Violence, Social Media Backlash, Emotional Distress, Slight Body Horror

A/N: Before you dive in, remember:

You iz kind. You iz smort. You iz a Bruce Wayne-level CEO who works harder than Gojo avoids accountability.

Your employees? Taken care of so well they’re bored—so bored that they are all unhinged.

You’re remote working this chapter because even god-tier CEOs deserve to peace out occasionally.

Alot of 4th wall breaking in this, but not fr.

This chapter was supposed to be a chill 5k words. Now it’s a 17k monster that eats vibes and spits out madness. Next chapter will probably be shorter. Probably.

Graphic John Wick-style violence & SMUT ahead. Not between the people you wanted (sorry not sorry), but it’s there. If you’re underage, go touch grass. Minors, DNI.

Square brackets are included if you wanna skip the smutty bits, but honestly, why would you?

Smut? Yes. Is it good? It’s only my second attempt, so please bear with me, mi lords and ladies.

Buckle up, ladies, because there’s only madness past the first flashback. Leave your brainz at the door, grab some snacks, and prepare to yell in the comments.

Previous Chapter 1: Home Is Just a Place You Leave (Tumblr/Ao3)

Previous Chapter 2: Collateral Void (Tumblr/Ao3)

Chapter 3 - Corporate Warfare: Protocol The Circus of Two

They thought they knew you—until the battlefield proved otherwise.

The day Gojo had had to kill Suguru, Gojo had run. The moment the deed was done—when Suguru’s body fell lifeless to the ground, his eyes still open in that final, silent understanding—something inside Gojo shattered. He didn’t think. He couldn’t. So after seeing his students off, his feet carried him to the only person who might understand the weight of what he’d done.

Nanami had been in Kyoto Tech at the time, finishing the mission log in the dim light of a conference room, when Gojo teleported outside. The door swung open without warning, Gojo’s figure a silhouette in the frame. He stood there, disheveled, his hair matted and sticking to his forehead. His blindfold was gone, revealing eyes that looked wrong—too bright, too sharp, and yet so utterly empty.

Nanami’s heart was racing, but he didn’t need to ask. The haunted look on Gojo’s face told him everything.

Gojo didn’t move at first, his shoulders trembling faintly as he stared at Nanami like he wasn’t sure if he was real. Then, without a word, he stepped inside, his footsteps slow, dragging like his legs could barely carry him. Nanami didn’t speak as Gojo stopped in front of him, his hands hanging at his sides, fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out but didn’t know how. The silence between them was thick, heavy with things unsaid.

Nanami caught it—the unspoken plea in Gojo’s eyes, the desperation he didn’t have the words for. It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t an ask. It was something raw, something broken, and Nanami understood.

He got up and stepped forward, closing the space between them, and pressed his lips against Gojo’s.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t tender. It was teeth and tongue and the kind of desperate hunger that tasted like grief, like anger, like trying to drown something that couldn’t be killed. Gojo’s hands finally moved, clutching at Nanami’s shirt, fisting the fabric so tightly it wrinkled beneath his grip. Nanami pushed him back, their bodies colliding with the table, their kisses bruising and violent. Gojo bit at Nanami’s jaw, his neck, dragging his lips down like he was trying to consume him, to pull him into the void that was swallowing him whole.

Nanami let him. He let Gojo take what he needed, even as his own guilt gnawed at him from the inside. He kissed Gojo back just as hard, his hands gripping at Gojo’s hair, his shoulders, as though anchoring him would somehow keep him from breaking apart. They didn’t speak. There was no need for words—words would have made it real.

[The table groaned under the force of their weight as Gojo pulled Nanami forward, their lips never breaking apart, breaths harsh and uneven. Gojo’s hands roamed over Nanami’s chest, clawing at his shirt until the buttons popped, exposing the pale, toned skin beneath. Nanami tilted his head back slightly, a ragged exhale escaping as Gojo’s mouth latched onto the curve of his collarbone, biting hard enough to draw blood—almost. Neither of them were a fan of giving up control, so the fight for dominance was inevitable.

And Nanami had never been passive. He pushed back with equal force, his hands sliding under Gojo’s shirt—sliding it off along with the rest of his clothes, nails raking against his skin. Gojo hissed, his body arching into the touch, but Nanami didn’t let up. He gripped Gojo’s hips, slamming him back against the conference table. The sound echoed through the dimly lit room, but neither of them flinched.

Nanami’s hands moved, pinning Gojo’s wrists above his head as his mouth descended again. Lips trailed down Gojo’s throat, brushing over the rapid pulse there. His teeth scraped lightly before biting down, leaving Gojo gasping, his head tipping back against the polished wood. Nanami’s tongue followed, soothing the sting, as though the pain and comfort were two halves of the same need.

Gojo’s hands twisted above his head, his defiance crumbling under the weight of Nanami’s control. Neither of them had ever been inclined to give up control, but Gojo needed this—needed someone else to take the reins, to silence the screaming guilt and grief that echoed inside him. And Nanami, for all his quiet guilt and simmering self-loathing, would give Gojo anything. His strength, his control, his very life, if it meant giving Gojo a moment of peace.

Every kiss, every bite, every desperate movement between them was laced with the raw edge of grief they couldn’t articulate. Gojo’s hands finally broke free, tangling in Nanami’s hair and pulling hard enough to make him hiss.

Nanami then grabbed Gojo’s thighs, hoisting him higher against the edge of the table with a strength that left Gojo momentarily stunned. Nanami’s lips crashed into his again, cutting off any retort, teeth nipping at Gojo’s bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Gojo groaned, his fingers tightening further in Nanami’s hair as Nanami’s hands dug into his thighs, keeping him pinned in place.

The fight for dominance was relentless, neither man willing to yield. Gojo clawed at Nanami’s shirtless back, leaving red welts in his wake, but Nanami didn’t falter. His weight shifted, one hand sliding up to grip Gojo’s jaw, forcing their gazes to lock. The intensity crackled like a live wire between them.

“Enough,” Nanami growled, his voice low but commanding. He didn’t wait for Gojo’s reaction. His next kiss was slower, deeper, taking control with a deliberate intensity that left Gojo breathless. The resistance in Gojo’s body faltered, his defiance softening as Nanami’s hands roamed lower, grounding him in the moment.

Nanami didn’t rush. His fingers traced the lines of Gojo’s chest, his touch firm but reverent, as though mapping every scar, every curve, every part of him that told a story. Gojo arched into the touch, his breath coming in sharp bursts as Nanami’s lips followed the path of his hands, marking him with bites and kisses.

Gojo gasped sharply as Nanami’s teeth grazed over the line of his Adonis belt, his back arching off the table. The tension in his body trembled, the lines between anger, desperation, and grief blurring into something visceral. Nanami’s eyes flicked up, meeting his gaze—dark and intent, grounding Gojo in the present even as his own thoughts warred with the past.

Nanami trailed his lips lower, marking every inch of Gojo’s exposed skin, while his hands traced a slow path down Gojo’s thighs. The sensation was maddening, Gojo’s chest heaving as he bit down on his bottom lip to stifle a groan. The restraint only made Nanami’s expression shift—something raw and predatory flashing in his eyes as he gripped Gojo’s waist, holding him steady.

“Let go,” Nanami murmured, his voice low and steady, almost scolding. His fingers wrapped around Gojo’s cock, stroking him with a maddening gentleness that made Gojo’s breath catch. Gojo shot him a glare, but it lacked its usual sharpness, replaced by a haze of frustration and need.

Nanami let go of his cock and dipped his fingers lower, wet with Gojo’s slick precum, trailing a path to his entrance. He circled the rim with deliberate ease, watching the way Gojo’s body tensed and tried to flinch away, only to be held firm by Nanami’s other arm pressing against his stomach. Gojo’s breathing turned heavier, his half-lidded gaze locking onto Nanami’s with something akin to defiance.

When Nanami finally pushed one finger inside, Gojo’s head fell back, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. The stretch was barely there, but the intimacy of it—the vulnerability—made his chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with the physical.

It was Nanami’s silence that struck him the hardest. The way he didn’t speak, didn’t fill the air with meaningless words, but instead focused on Gojo with a devotion so absolute it made his heart twist. Gojo closed his eyes, the memories of Suguru flashing unbidden. The look in his best friend’s eyes before he’d—

He couldn’t think about it. Not now.

Not with his husband. Not with Nanami. He didn’t deserve that.

Soon Nanami dipped another finger inside, drawing a loud groan from Gojo that echoed in the quiet room. Gojo’s hand shot up, grabbing Nanami’s collar and yanking him down, his lips crashing against Nanami’s in a bruising kiss. It wasn’t about dominance anymore—it was about escape. Gojo bit at Nanami’s lip, his nails dragging against his back as though trying to claw away the weight pressing down on his chest. Nanami dipped a third finger in.

Gojo squirmed, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming sensations building inside him, but Nanami wouldn’t let him run. He kept his arm firmly pressed over Gojo’s stomach, pinning him in place even as his fingers worked him open. The stretch was relentless, the deliberate pace leaving Gojo trembling, his body betraying him with every shiver of pleasure.

“Dammit, Kento,” Gojo hissed, his voice cracking as his head tipped back against the table. His pride was in tatters, but his need was stronger. “Please—” The word slipped out, not mocking like he intended but a whimper, and Gojo hated how much it revealed.

Nanami’s gaze darkened like he’d tasted a new kind of meat, his lips curling into something feral as he withdrew his fingers, leaving Gojo gasping at the sudden emptiness. He didn’t speak—he didn’t need to. He pressed the head of his cock against Gojo’s entrance, his hands gripping Gojo’s waist as he slowly pushed in.

Gojo’s breath hitched, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The stretch burned, his body trembling as Nanami coaxed him through it with words—Gojo was too dazed to understand—with a touch so steady it made Gojo’s chest ache. His hands clawed at Nanami’s shoulders, pulling him closer until he was forcefully all the way in Gojo’s soul, his lips seeking Nanami’s in a desperate kiss, or was it his desperate need to connect with someone who’d understand?

A single tear came unbidden, hot and stinging, as Gojo clung to him. The memories of Suguru—of his smile, his voice, the way he’d always understood him without any explanations—flooded back, drowning Gojo in a wave of grief that threatened to choke him. “I didn’t want to do it. Why’d I have to do it, Kento,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, broken. Gojo wasn’t asking.

Nanami stilled, his forehead pressing against Gojo’s, his breath mingling with Gojo’s shallow gasps. He wiped away the single tear with his thumb, his touch gentle, reverent. “I know,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, a quiet absolution that Gojo didn’t think he deserved.

When Nanami began to move, it was slow, deliberate, every thrust measured to draw out the tension in Gojo’s body. Gojo gasped, his head tipping back as his legs wrapped tighter around Nanami’s waist. The pleasure was overwhelming, crashing over him in waves that blurred the line between pain and relief.

Nanami’s grip moved back onto Gojo’s waist, tightening, his movements becoming more deliberate, more focused. Gojo’s sobs turned into broken groans, his body trembling as Nanami pushed him past the edge, leaving him gasping and undone. But Nanami didn’t stop. He held Gojo together, anchoring him with every movement, every touch, every unspoken word.

Nanami moved with purpose, his thrusts deliberate and hard, his control unwavering. Gojo’s gasps turned into whines, his body trembling with the force of the pleasure building inside him. Nanami’s grip on his hips tightened, keeping him pinned as he pushed Gojo past the edge multiple times that night.

When Gojo finally shattered for what felt like the nth time that night, his mind became a static blur, reminiscent of an old TV, while his overstimulated body arched off the table. A choked cry escaped him as his hands clawed desperately at Nanami’s back. Moments later, Nanami followed suit, his control slipping away as he buried himself deep, pressing his forehead against Gojo’s.

They stayed tangled together, their breaths mingling in the heavy quiet. Gojo’s fingers traced idle patterns over Nanami’s back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Nanami’s arms wrapped tightly around him, his grip firm but steady, as though anchoring them both to something solid amidst the storm of their shared grief.

Neither of them spoke. The silence was deafening, filled with the weight of everything they couldn’t say. But for now, it was enough. ]

The cycle started that day.

Every time the silence grew too loud, every time the weight of what Gojo had done—what they had done—threatened to pull them under, they turned to each other. Which was almost every night. Their bodies collided in the dark, sometimes tangled in sheets that smelled faintly of you. Gojo whispered things Nanami didn’t understand, half-formed words lost between gasps and bitten-off groans. Nanami gripped Gojo’s waist, leaving marks that bloomed like bruises, as if hurting him could stop the ache in his own chest.

But no matter how many times they fucked, no matter how many times Gojo’s hands shook as he held Nanami’s face, whispering pleas like a prayer, it didn’t change anything. It didn’t bring Suguru back. It didn’t make Gojo whole. And it didn’t stop Nanami from feeling like a thief—like he had stolen Gojo from someone who should have mattered more.

It was as if they were locked in a silent agreement. Thus was their wretched loop of avoidance sex, a desperate attempt to connect while simultaneously avoiding the deeper issues that lay beneath the surface. Neither of them wanted to acknowledge Gojo’s depression stemming from killing Suguru, nor did they want to confront Nanami’s guilt for taking Gojo away from the dead man, a guilt that festered quietly in the background.

This unspoken tension ultimately led to the situation they found themselves in today. The woman they had both cared for was left out in the cold, cast aside as they spiraled deeper into their own emotional turmoil. In their minds, they had decided she wouldn’t understand—after all, she didn’t know Suguru, nor did she know the truth about Gojo’s actions that day. They feared that if she found out, she’d leave them; she wasn’t a sorceress and would think that their bond was built on betrayal rather than the complex web of grief and guilt that had ensnared them both. So, they kept her at arm's length, convinced that their silence was a form of protection, when in reality, it only deepened the chasm between them.

Now, Gojo paced the apartment like a caged animal, his sunglasses discarded, his eyes wild and frantic, his hair falling out of place. Every inch of the apartment had been turned over, every piece of furniture moved. The emptiness of it was suffocating.

“She didn’t just vanish,” Gojo muttered, pacing the kitchen with the kind of manic energy that only he could produce. His hands slammed down on the counter, sending a ripple through the glass of water he’d left there hours ago. “She’s somewhere, Kento.”

Nanami stood by the window, his back turned, his eyes locked on the skyline of the city. He looked tired, his tie loose around his neck, his posture broken in a way Gojo hadn’t seen before. “She left because of us,” Nanami said, his voice almost hollow, like the weight of the words had crushed him from the inside out.

Gojo stopped pacing, spinning to face him, the anger burning in his chest like a fire. “So what? We just let her go?!”

Nanami’s jaw clenched. He took a slow breath, as if fighting against the storm in his own chest. “No,” he said, his voice sharp, a crack of desperation. “We don’t just let her go.”

It was a quiet acknowledgment of everything they had broken, but neither of them knew how to fix it. Gojo’s frantic search was a result of the chaos inside him—he couldn’t sit still, couldn’t bear the silence of their shared space without her. Nanami, in contrast, withdrew, still retreating into himself as the guilt gnawed at him, the sense that he had lost something he couldn’t ever get back.

Gojo threw himself into the search, combing every bar, every café, and every corner of Tokyo. Nanami’s focus turned inward, poring over old texts, receipts, anything that could give them a hint of where she might be. Days turned into weeks.

“She’s too smart. She doesn’t want to be found,” Nanami admitted one night, rolling the whiskey glass on his forehead for its cold, staring at the fire. His voice was thick with guilt and self-loathing. His words hung heavy in the air, like the weight of an irreversible decision.

“I don’t care,” Gojo snapped, throwing his glass into the fire, making it explode as the alcohol burned. The desperation leaked through. “We owe her that much.”

The next day, with his arms out of his coat sleeves, as it billowed behind him like a cape, Gojo stormed through the glass doors of your office building in Shibuya, Japan—you no longer operated from, but they didn’t know that—with Nanami, whose presence was no less menacing. The hum of low conversations died instantly. The receptionists froze at the sight of them, barreling in like a hurricane. Nanami opted for dark blue, while Gojo wore black formal attire, both pairing their outfits with white shirts to blend in.

“We’re here to see her,” Gojo declared, his voice booming across the expansive space. His crystalline eyes, unshielded and glinting dangerously. His smile, sharp and humorless, made the newly hired receptionist visibly flinch.

The young man behind the desk stammered, his hands trembling as he tried to maintain professionalism. “S-sorry, sir. Who exactly are you looking for?”

Gojo leaned down, planting both hands on the counter. His height, broad shoulders, and intensity loomed over the receptionist like a storm cloud. “Your CEO,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “We’re here for her. Where is she?”

Before the poor receptionist could crumble entirely, Nanami stepped in. His tone calm, polite even, but carrying a razor-sharp edge. “The founder of this company,” he clarified. “You know exactly who we’re talking about. We need to see her. Now.”

The receptionist swallowed hard. “Sirs, please allow me to check. Till then, please have a seat, and we’ll send someone over with desserts.”

Nanami sighed, but it wasn’t of relief but of poorly suppressed anger. “We’re not here for dessert.”

Gojo turned to him, eyes wide with fake betrayal. “Nanamin, I’m trying to mourn our wife running away, and you want me to not have dessert at her company?” He was indirectly taunting the receptionist who had gotten the response to his question on the Slack channel as he eyed the computer screen conspicuously.

A voice from the crowd mutters, “He’s married?”

Another voice whispers back, “To our CEO. Both of them.”

The first voice gasps. “No wonder she ran away.”

Your poly marriage was not public information given your private nature; only the employees who’d been around for a while knew.

Glancing over his shoulder as if praying for backup, the receptionist stuttered. “S-sirs, I… I don’t have the clearance to schedule a meeting with the founder. You’ll need to leave—”

Gojo straightened, laughing sharply. “That’s adorable,” he sneered. “She’s not answering my calls. She hasn’t answered for weeks. I’m not an idiot—someone in this office knows where she is.”

The receptionist’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. Before he could muster a response, Gojo shoved his phone back in his pocket and turned on his heel, stalking towards the elevators. “Fine. I’ll find her damn office myself.”

“Gojo,” Nanami barked, making Gojo freeze mid-step, his smile sharpening into something more feral.

“Don’t make a scene,” Nanami said, his tone carrying the weight of an order. “She won’t like it.”

“A scene?” Gojo turned back, his smile widening in mock offense. “Me? Never.”

Before the tension could escalate further, the sharp sound of heels clicking against marble echoed through the lobby. The employees instinctively parted, revealing the Chief Human Resource Officer (CHRO). Tall, poised, and impeccably suited, she approached with an air of authority that demanded respect.

“Gentlemen,” she said, gaze flicking between them with thinly veiled disdain. “You’re causing a disruption.”

Gojo turned to her with his signature you-will-give-me-whatever-I-want smirk, though desperation simmered beneath the surface. “Perfect timing. Maybe you can help us. We’re looking for your CEO. She’s my—”

“I’m aware of who she is to you,” the CHRO cut in sharply, her voice laced. “And I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss her whereabouts.”

Nanami stepped forward, his calm exterior cracking slightly. “She hasn’t responded to our calls. She could be in danger—”

“Your phantom concerns are your problem, not ours,” the CHRO interrupted, her tone scathing. “Your personal issues have no place here. She has made it very clear that she does not want to be contacted by either of you.”

Gojo faltered, his fists curling at his sides. “She wouldn’t say that. Not about us.”

“She did. Explicitly. And I have it documented.” The CHRO’s tone was measured but unyielding, her gaze sharp. “Do you really think her treatment went unnoticed? That no one here saw what was happening? She may not have voiced it, but anyone who worked with her could see the signs. Employees observed your social media overflowing with pictures of you and your husband for months, while her accounts went silent.

"Do you have any idea how damaging that is to the reputation of a CEO of her stature? She’s not just another executive—she’s the head of a global gaming powerhouse, a company on par with Nvidia in scale and influence. Meanwhile, you two are private individuals with no significant public following. Thankfully, her low profile on social media prevented this from spiraling into a major PR crisis. Otherwise, the company’s image could’ve suffered irreparably.

"And let me remind you—I cautioned her against this marriage. I warned her about the potential risks. I take no pride, but unfortunately, it’s clear now that I was right.”

Her words carried the weight of her authority, cutting through any defense they might have offered. Gojo’s jaw tightened, and Nanami stood motionless, his expression unreadable but his posture rigid.

Around them, murmurs began to spread. Employees exchanged knowing looks, their disapproval evident in the sharp, critical glances they directed toward the pair.

It seemed they were the only ones who didn’t notice anything until it was too late.

The DM HR whispered, “I knew those two were bad news; who the fuck is naturally blond and platinum blond in Japan?!”

The senior executive who knew too much whispered back, "Right!!… I always kinda knew something was off. She’d come in wearing sunglasses, looking like she hadn’t slept. Meanwhile, the blonde one’s voice notes were so passive-aggressive I got secondhand anxiety. It’s giving ‘marriage is a scam.’"

The junior game tester joined in, "I don’t know what they did, but I do know this: if you marry someone who wears a suit every day and doesn’t look at memes while the other one only looks at memes, it’s over for you. Trust me."

The art director sighed, "She’s in some other country sipping a margarita while these two out here embarrassing themselves. Goals, honestly."

The barista chimed in as well, "Okay, so we’re all pretending not to simp for the blond one, right? Cool. Cool. But also... is he single now? Asking for research purposes."

There was a collective groan of, “No, Linda, they are both red flags!”

“It’s not what you think,” Gojo started, his voice dangerously low.

“Isn’t it?” The CHRO’s crimson lips curled faintly. “I will not assist you in locating her. Nor will anyone else in this building.” With a swift motion, she turned on her heel, her voice carrying as she continued walking. “I am running late for a meeting. Kindly ensure they are escorted out.”

Nanami exhaled sharply as she left the building, getting in her car, leaving an unsettling silence in her wake. He closed his eyes for a brief moment. Gojo’s shoulders tensed, his six eyes snapping toward one of your old assistants.

“Mr. Gojo, Mr. Nanami,” the assistant said, approaching them with a clipped, professional demeanor—tall, wiry, and clearly regretting his life choices, his jaw tight with tension. “You’ve already been told that Madam does not wish to be contacted. Please leave before this becomes… unpleasant.”

Nanami exhaled sharply, lowering his head momentarily before meeting Gojo’s gaze. “Satoru. Time to go feral.”

Gojo grinned wide like a mad dog just unleashed to spread his rabies further, like a predator released from its cage with a single command, his eyes burning with excitement. He cracked his knuckles, his energy palpable. His voice was calm but laced with a chilling menace. “Oh, we’re well beyond unpleasant.”

Without another word, he moved with blinding speed, a blur that left the assistant frozen in shock. In an instant, Gojo was on him, seizing the assistant by the lapels and slamming him against the nearest wall. The impact echoed through the building, rattling the artwork and leaving a spiderweb crack in the marble.

The memory of last night’s meticulous planning surfaced in Nanami’s mind. They’d known this wouldn’t be a simple task. Your company wasn’t just a tech giant—it was a fortress, a gaming empire rivaling the likes of Amazon and Apple combined. Its headquarters was an impenetrable monolith, a testament to the power and influence you wielded. But the real challenge wasn’t the walls or the tech—it was the people.

The staff here were loyal to a fault, not just because of contracts or NDAs, but because you were a CEO unlike any other. Benevolent, visionary, and fiercely protective of your employees, you had built a culture of unwavering trust and admiration. The perks alone were legendary: comprehensive health coverage that extended to employees’ families, generous vacation policies, and an unheard-of pension plan that not only matched inflation rates but exceeded them. Even retirees were treated like royalty, their benefits growing year after year. You had created an environment where people didn’t just work; they thrived. No wonder they’d fight tooth and nail to protect you.

Nanami had pointed this out last night. “They’ll never betray her. Not willingly. We’ll have to be... persuasive. And tech companies also keep task forces on a leash. We’ll need to be prepared for more than just resistance.”

Gojo had smirked then, the same smirk he wore now. “Persuasion’s my specialty.”

“Where is she?” Gojo was currently growling, crouching down and pulling the assistant’s collar tight, his crystalline eyes glinting with something unhinged.

“I’m not telling you anything,” the assistant spat, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity. It lasted all of two seconds before Gojo’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling onto the floor with a strangled cough.

“Should… should we call someone?” A voice whispered behind the reception desk.

“What do you think I’m doing?! I’m hiding!” A voice whisper-yelled back.

Across the room, a lead sound designer—stocky, sweat beading on his forehead—had been inching toward the emergency security button. Nanami calmly appeared behind him, like he was Dumbledore and the lead sound designer was Harry Potter putting his name in the Goblet of Fire. His hand shot out, grabbing the man’s wrist before it could reach the button. The lead sound designer yelped as Nanami twisted his arm behind his back, his voice low and terrifyingly calm.

“I wouldn’t,” Nanami murmured, bending low to speak in his ear, his tone smooth, almost polite. “You won’t like where this ends.”

The lead sound designer struggled, his free hand flailing as Nanami yanked him forward and sent him crashing face-first into a coffee table. Sending papers exploding into the air like confetti.

“Holy shit,” a gameplay engineer whispered from under a coffee table. “Did he just suplex Salaryman Kenjiro Tsuda?”

“Kenjiro Tsuda’s dead. He’s gone. He’s not getting back up.” A UI/UX designer shot back, whimpering behind the couch nearby.

“I just wanted to finish my latte...” Their project manager nearly cried behind the large vase.

“You’re wasting our time,” Nanami said coldly, adjusting his coat as though nothing had happened.

Gojo then moved again with his inhuman speed and dragged the your assistant toward the center of the room, tossing him into a coffee table like a rag doll.

“You still haven’t answered his question. Tell us what you know, or we’ll continue this conversation elsewhere you won’t like,” Nanami said, his voice calm but cold as he stepped over the downed lead sound designer and turned back to the assistant. The man was crumpled, his face pale as he clutched his ribs.

“Talk,” Gojo snarled, his foot pressing down on the man’s chest.

“She’s gone,” he gasped finally, his voice shaking. “She left the country. She’s never coming back. I swear, that’s all I know.”

“Never coming back?” he repeated softly, almost to himself. “You’re lying,” Gojo said, his grin widening into something almost feral. He reached down, grabbing the man by the collar again, ready to strike.

“No! I swear! She said she’ll never come back, and she doesn’t even hold video calls for daily sprints anymore, so we have no idea where she is. Last I talked to her, she was feeling cold, but it’s December; every place is cold.” The assistant garbled out, not risking getting his face destroyed further.

The admission landed like a death knell. Gojo’s smirk faltered, Nanami’s expression darkening.

The employees who hadn’t fled watched from behind ferns and corners, their faces pale with a mixture of fear and morbid fascination. A public relations manager whispered to another, “This is like that time in marketing when Cathy somehow exploded the printer, but… worse.”

“Way worse,” the marketing director whispered back.

The sharp clang of boots against marble rang out like a countdown, each step reverberating through the tension-filled lobby. The security guards fanned out, their polished batons glinting as they moved to encircle the two men.

Gojo stood in the center of it all, a smile curling his lips—a sharp, dangerous thing that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m not leaving until someone tells me where she is,” he said, his voice low, almost guttural, a barely contained growl.

The guards exchanged uneasy glances, their hesitation palpable. But their leader, a gruff man with a scar bisecting his forehead, barked, “Take them down!”

Nanami winked at Gojo, “Remember, they’re just the warm-up.” Making him momentarily stunned but regaining his composure quickly, Gojo moved first, a blur of motion that defied logic. The first guard swung his baton, aiming for his ribs, but Gojo sidestepped effortlessly, his body twisting like liquid. His knee shot up, driving into the guard’s gut with a loud thud. The man folded, wheezing, and Gojo didn’t miss a beat—he grabbed the guard by the collar and flung him into another like bowling pins.

“Did he just yeet Security Steve?” a junior designer whispered from behind a potted plant.

“Steve’s out,” murmured another, sipping a coffee she’d swiped from the break room. “We’re down to eleven if the others don’t come soon.”

Nanami moved with cold eyes. A guard lunged at him, baton raised, but Nanami caught his wrist mid-swing. His grip tightened, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he twisted sharply. The guard yelped, his baton clattering to the floor, and Nanami didn’t hesitate. He pulled the man forward, slamming his elbow into the guard’s jaw with a brutal accuracy that left the man crumpled.

“Jesus Christ, did he just disarm a guy with his bare hands?” a lead artist whispered from behind a pillar.

“He did the 12-to-6 elbow; that move is banned in MMA for a reason. That’s not disarming; that’s un-aliving,” came the shaky reply by a lead writer.

More guards poured in, the clash of bodies and batons filling the air. Gojo’s movements remained fluid, playful, but his grin twisted darker. He ducked under a swing, countering with a quick jab to the guard’s armpit, his knuckles connecting with a force that echoed like a gunshot.

“God, why is he so hot?” a QA automation engineer whispered from behind a pillar.

“He’s literally committing felonies right now, Karen.” Her trainer reprimanded, hiding behind her.

“You are not being very inclusive right now,” Karen shot back.

Nanami was fighting like a machine, his strikes calculated and devastating. Another guard came at him, swinging wildly, but Nanami sidestepped, his body language calm, bored. He caught the man’s shoulder, driving his knee into the guard’s sternum with a force that left him gasping.

“He’s like… Scandinavian Batman,” an AI programmer whispered reverently from behind the aquarium.

“Except, you know, without the no-kill rule,” came the dry reply from a senior gameplay engineer, beneath the coffee table next to the aquarium.

“Hey! Note that down! We’ll use it for the Viking action-adventure game we need to pitch next week. Fuckers at Rockstar can suck it!!” A game director yelled at her junior character designer from behind a cactus.

The atmosphere shifted abruptly when the Special Response Team arrived.

“Is that the SWAT team?” a social media manager hissed, peeking out from behind a fern.

“Girl, that’s not SWAT. That’s Jason Bourne’s cousins.” The office manager retorted, adjusting her glasses to get a better look.

The exhausted HR assistant sighed, "I told my manager we should’ve installed metal detectors at the entrance. Now look—half the lobby is wrecked, the marble’s cracked, and we’re out of espresso pods. This is literally the apocalypse."

These weren’t the standard-issue security guards with clipboards and walkie-talkies. No, these were professionals—ex-military operatives handpicked for their ability to handle high-stakes breaches and hostile intrusions. Clad in sleek tactical gear that screamed government contractor, they moved with precision, their boots hitting the marble floor in perfect synchrony. Each carried state-of-the-art equipment, from compact but lethal rifles to augmented-reality visors that displayed a live feed of the situation.

Tech companies don’t just build empires—they defend them like kingdoms. These teams are the unsung sentinels of corporate fortresses, trained to neutralize everything from industrial spies to unhinged fanatics who believe their favorite game updates were divine messages.

The lead operative raised a gloved fist, halting the team’s synchronized march. Without a word, they fanned out, forming a perimeter around Gojo and Nanami. The room filled with the muted hum of high-tech visors scanning every inch of the space.

“They’ve got earpieces and custom boots, so hunky!” a compliance officer whispered from behind a couch.

“They’re like the Navy SEALs of HR.” A graphics programmer whispered back.

“Finally,” Gojo muttered, rolling his shoulders as though shaking off the boredom of waiting. “Took you long enough. I was starting to think you guys got lost in the parking lot.” In truth, it had been barely eleven minutes since the CHRO had walked off.

The operatives ignored the jab. Their leader barked a command, and in perfect unison, weapons were raised, laser sights painting the room in jagged streaks of red.

Nanami sighed, adjusting his tie. “You could at least pretend to take this seriously.”

Gojo tilted his head, mock offended. “I am serious. Look at me.” He gestured at his perfectly tailored coat. “I dressed for the occasion.”

Nanami’s eyes flicked to the nearest fire alarm. With a flick of his wrist, he sent his sleek metal pen—one of those metal executive ones—straight into the fire alarm. The glass shattered, and a shrill, ear-piercing alarm filled the room. Water cascaded over the operatives, drenching their tactical gear. They hesitated—just for a second—but it was enough.

“Really?” Gojo smirked. “You couldn’t just use a smoke bomb?”

Nanami remained unbothered. “Subtlety isn’t your style, and I wasn’t about to bring explosives into her building.”

Then, without another word, they quickly but smoothly shrugged off their coats. Nanami folded his neatly before setting it on a chair, while Gojo chucked his haphazardly onto the floor. Rolling up their shirt sleeves with a synchronized efficiency, Nanami tugged his tie free, wrapping it around his right palm. He spared a glance at the advancing operatives. “Remember, we planned for this.”

“Oh, I remember.” Gojo’s voice was low, dangerous, and filled with anticipation. He cracked his neck as he finished rolling his sleeves.

The operatives regrouped, their leader barking, “Engage! Fire at will!”

But it was already too late.

Nanami was on the first operative before the man could steady his aim. He caught the barrel of the Glock 19 mid-raise, twisting it free and disarming him in one fluid motion. The weapon clattered to the floor as Nanami’s elbow connected with the man’s temple, dropping him like a stone.

Gojo, meanwhile, launched himself at six operatives with reckless glee. His movements were a chaotic masterpiece—dodging, weaving, and landing bone-shattering blows. A Sig Sauer P320 was aimed at him, but he ducked beneath it with an almost lazy smirk, countering with a spinning kick that sent the shooter flying.

An operative tried to flank him, but Gojo grabbed the man’s wrist mid-swing, twisting it until the Beretta 92FS fell from his grip. “Nice try,” he quipped, slamming the man into a nearby coffee table with enough force to shatter.

“He fights like he’s straight out of The Matrix,” an IT support specialist whispered, her voice barely audible over the fight.

An overworked developer muttered from behind a snack bar, “You know what? If my ex showed up here demanding answers, I’d just fake my death. But hey, I guess being a genius CEO means you attract unhinged hot guys who can fight security guards like it’s Mortal Kombat.”

Gojo turned back to Nanami as he ducked another swing. “You know, this is way more fun than that yappy meeting with the higher-ups we skipped.”

Nanami calmly dropped another operative with a swift kick to the tailbone. “You might be right.”

“Always,” Gojo dodged a tackle and sent his assailant flying into a wall with a perfectly executed throw.

The air grew oppressive, tension thick enough to choke on, as the lobby’s glass shattered. A hulking armored vehicle—more tank than truck—rolled in with a deafening crunch of marble beneath its tires. The metallic clink of magazines being loaded and safeties clicking off filled the space, a sound that froze even the bravest in place. Men and women in full tactical gear poured out in synchronized formation, their movements efficient, rehearsed, and mercilessly precise. Their advanced tactical vests gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, patches marking them as the Advanced High-Risk Operations Team—a group designed to handle threats so extreme most civilians wouldn’t survive the first couple minutes of their engagement.

These weren’t just ex-military like the Special Response Team. They were former elite military operatives—snipers, demolitions experts, and tactical leaders. Their specialty? Taking down impossible threats, the kind most people didn’t even know existed. They were armed to the teeth with machine guns, shotguns, and gear straight out of a warzone. They moved like a single, deadly organism, each step to dominate and overwhelm.

Nanami had expected a special response team—maybe a few ex-SWAT officers at most. What he hadn’t expected was this: a team that looked like it had just walked off the set of Sicario. The sheer audacity of it. Gojo tilted his head, an almost childlike curiosity flickering in his eyes as he watched the team fan out across the lobby.

The air thickened with a tension so sharp it felt like it could slice through steel. The Advanced High-Risk Operations Team advanced, their tactical gear gleaming under the cold, artificial lights. Each step they took was deliberate, their augmented-reality visors casting an eerie glow as they moved. This wasn’t just about security anymore; this was war.

Gojo tilted his head, his grin stretching wide enough to reveal the kind of madness that sent lesser men running. “She really went all out, huh? Gotta say, it’s... kinda hot.”

“Focus,” Nanami snapped, his voice steady but laced with something darker, his tie already off and wrapped tightly around his hand like a makeshift gauntlet. His eyes followed the operatives’ every move, tracking patterns and deducing weaknesses. “They have machine guns. Don’t underestimate them.”

“Who’s underestimating?” Gojo rolled his shoulders, his smirk turning razor-sharp. “I’m appreciating. Big difference.” He didn’t seem to care, given he had the biggest cheat code in this gaming company’s building—the infinity.

The operatives spread out, their leader’s hand slicing through the air in a silent command. Rifles raised, safeties off, they moved like predators circling prey.

Gojo leaned closer to Nanami, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. “You think they know we’re not exactly, y’know, normal?”

Nanami didn’t answer immediately, his focus unwavering. But a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “They’ll figure it out soon enough.”

This wasn’t a challenge they had to face. It was one they wanted.

Gojo’s grin was practically splitting his face in half now. The Cheshire Cat would be scared of him, all teeth and no warmth, none. “It’s practically foreplay,” he quipped, already cracking his neck like a boxer about to step into the ring.

Somewhere far away, you joined on a call with your COO, grim-faced, as the tactical team’s live feed streamed across the screen. You had one hand on your heavily pregnant stomach and the other clutching a headset, voice calm but commanding.

“Operative 3, move left. Do not engage head-on. Divide their attention. Nanami will neutralize you with precision if you get too close, and Gojo—” you hesitated, lips pressing into a thin line. “Gojo thrives on chaos. Starve him of it.”

Your COO watched her in stunned silence. “How do you know all this?”

“Because I’ve spent years listening to them yap about how they’d fight their enemies,” you replied, gaze never leaving the screen. “Now, we’re the enemies.”

The operatives adjusted their strategy in real time, your voice their guiding force.

The first shot rang out, a deafening crack that sent shards of marble skittering across the floor. The employees—already huddled behind desks and furniture—ducked lower, their whispered commentary drifting through.

From behind the coffee station, a QA tester whispered, voice muffled, “Are those… machine guns?”

“No, Shivi, they’re Super Soakers. OF COURSE THEY’RE MACHINE GUNS!” came the panicked reply from a QA automation engineer, who clearly had never seen a water fight escalate this quickly.

“Holy shit, it’s John Wick level now,” an event coordinator hissed, ducking even lower, as if the coffee machine could provide cover.

“No, moron. It’s Black Hawk Down,” the Chief Creative Officer whimpered. “If I don’t make it, tell my cats I loved them! And that I left them a very detailed will… in my browser history!”

“They won’t shoot us. They don’t have instructions for that,” the chief of security whispered, his voice shaking as he huddled beneath a coffee table, clutching a stapler like it was a grenade.

“Where did you come from?” they shrieked in unison, as if he had just materialized from the break room.

“Never mind, aren’t you ex-Interpol? Why are you hiding? Go fight them!” a network programmer snapped, clearly forgetting that the only thing he fought was the Wi-Fi signal.

“I have plants at home now!” he retorted, clutching his knees like they were his last line of defense. “They depend on me! Have you seen how needy succulents are?”

The product manager cried fake tears, "I’m sorry, what? The CEO ghosted her husbands? I can’t even get one person to text me back, and she’s out here dodging two supermodels with a God complex and an anger management issue. She’s the whole mood board.” Little did she know, you were also in the same boat despite being married to the two men—who were probably just as confused about their relationship status.

Gojo darted behind a toppled desk, his movements almost lazy in their fluidity. He peered out, his eyes practically glowing. “Pinned down by Nerf blasters. What a tragedy.” They couldn’t use any of their techniques; this was already drawing too much attention now, but they needed answers.

Luckily, all employees were already hiding at the other end of the great hall and nowhere near the fight.

“Cover me,” Nanami said curtly across from him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Gojo chuckled, cracking his neck as he stood. “Anything for you, darling.”

Without hesitation, he vaulted over the desk and sprinted into the open. Bullets followed him, tearing through the air, but Gojo moved like water—unpredictable, untouchable. His steps were erratic, yet every movement was to draw attention.

Nanami used the distraction to close the distance between himself and the nearest operative. The man barely had time to register Nanami’s presence before the barrel of his rifle was wrenched upward, a burst of bullets shattering the ceiling tiles. Nanami’s elbow came down hard, connecting with the operative’s nose in a sickening crunch.

Another operative lunged, swinging the butt of their rifle toward Nanami’s ribs. He caught it mid-swing, twisting it free with a motion so smooth it seemed almost effortless. He stepped forward, driving his knee into their stomach, and they crumpled to the ground.

Gojo was a genius tactician, and he was using guerrilla warfare to his advantage. He had taken his theatrics to another level. He vaulted over a couch, landing behind an operative with an almost casual air. “Nice gear,” he quipped, plucking the man’s rifle from his hands and tossing it aside like trash. “But you’re not using it right.”

He spun the man around, delivering a swift uppercut that sent him sprawling into a glass partition. Gojo’s laughter echoed through the lobby. “Man, this is better than Pilates!”

The operatives regrouped, their leader barking orders. “Surround them! Do not engage alone!”

Nanami glanced at Gojo, who was now crouched on top of a desk like some deranged bird of prey. “Stop playing around.”

Gojo grinned, hopping down with exaggerated grace. “Who’s playing? I’m multitasking—kicking ass and staying fabulous.”

The team leader’s voice crackled through their comms, audible even over the noise. “Regroup and contain! Reinforcements inbound!”

Gojo paused, his smile faltering slightly. “Reinforcements? Oh, now they’re just spoiling us.”

Nanami adjusted his tie-gauntlet, his expression grim. “Focus. This isn’t over.”

“Holy shit, it’s like Call of Duty in here!” A game dev muttered from behind another cactus.

“Dude, no, this is Apex Legends. Look at their loadouts!” His team lead corrected, whispering.

“Can someone livestream this? I need content!” A game tester whisper yelled.

Across the world, you leaned closer to the screen, voice calm and clipped as you spoke into the comms. “Switch to suppression tactics. Target their movement patterns. Nanami leads with his left; exploit that. Gojo thrives on unpredictability; isolate him.”

Back in the lobby, the operatives adjusted their strategy, their movements suddenly more coordinated. Nanami noticed immediately, his eyes narrowing.

“They’ve changed tactics,” he said, glancing at Gojo.

Gojo tilted his head. “Well, that’s interesting.”

He vaulted over the reception counter, sliding across its surface as bullets followed him like angry bees. “You guys shoot like stormtroopers!” he yelled, grabbing a fallen baton mid-roll. In a single, smooth motion, he swung it, knocking the rifle from an operative’s grip.

The man lunged at him, but Gojo sidestepped, his baton finding the back of the man’s knee. The operative crumpled with a grunt, and Gojo didn’t waste a second, delivering a sharp jab to his ribs that left him wheezing on the floor.

Nearby, Nanami grabbed another operative’s wrist and twisted sharply. The man’s weapon clattered to the ground as Nanami followed up with a brutal uppercut that sent him sprawling. But even in this situation, Gojo couldn’t resist being Gojo.

As if the fight wasn’t chaotic enough, Gojo’s eyes flicked to Nanami mid-battle. More specifically, to Nanami’s chest. “Damn,” he said, abruptly abandoning his position to sidle up behind his partner.

Nanami had just disarmed another operative when he felt Gojo’s hands clasp over his pecs like a makeshift bra.

“Nice form,” Gojo said, squeezing for emphasis. “You been working out?”

Nanami froze for a half-second, his face twisting into an expression of pure exasperation. Without breaking stride, he drove his elbow backward into Gojo’s stomach, sending him staggering.

“Focus,” Nanami growled, his tone razor-sharp.

“I am focused,” Gojo wheezed, clutching his stomach but still grinning. “Just multitasking.”

“Idiot,” Nanami muttered, stepping over another unconscious operative.

That made your blood boil further. A distorted voice crackled through the operatives’ comms, audible even to Gojo and Nanami.

“Pull back. Regroup. Adjust formation to staggered offense.”

Nanami froze mid-motion, his eyes narrowing. He heard the distorted voice.

Gojo, too, paused, his grin faltering for the briefest of moments. “Wait a minute…”

At home, you leaned closer to the screen, expression unreadable as you switched to a line only the team would hear.

“Do not let them bait you,” you said into the mic, voice cutting through like blade. “You’re dealing with professionals who are used to being underestimated. They’re dangerous because they don’t need their full power to win. Treat them like the threats they are.”

The COO on call with you could only say. “You’re directing them. You’re actually directing them.”

Your gaze never wavered from the screen. “I’m not letting a midlife crisis derail my employees’ lives. Not today.”

The remaining operatives regrouped, their leader barking orders. “Switch to suppression fire! Keep them contained!”

Bullets tore through the air again, forcing Gojo and Nanami to take cover. Gojo crouched behind an overturned couch. “This is fun. Think they’ll invite us back?”

Nanami kept looking ahead at the operatives changing positions as he said, "You have issues but I can't believe I'm saying this ever since I became a special grade, I have developed a taste for this." He adjusted his grip on the broken chair leg he’d been using as a weapon, his voice low and calm. “And even if I wasn't, there’s an old saying about Grade Ones: a tank might not be enough. And I don’t see the government allowing her a fucking tank.”

Gojo’s smirk widened, the faint shimmer of his Infinity flickering to life. “And she’d need something bigger than a tank to take me down. Maybe a ‘Domain Expansion: The Sun.’” He glanced toward the operatives, his tone turning mocking. “Guess they’re settling for machine guns and prayer.”

One of the operatives moved in close, his Heckler & Koch MG5 machine gun aimed directly at Nanami. But before he could fire, Nanami swung the broken chair leg with enough force to stab his thigh, making the man bolt over. He followed with a quick, brutal jab to the man’s throat, dropping him instantly.

“Did he just take down a guy with a chair leg?” The sales director whispered, wide-eyed behind a metal statue.

“He’s built different,” came the recruiter’s reverent reply, next to her.

The operatives shifted tactics, their movements suddenly more calculated, their strikes coordinated in a way that made Nanami pause.

Quickly regaining himself, Nanami lunged from his position, closing the distance to one of the operatives in seconds. His elbow connected with the man’s solar plexus, sending him crumpling to the ground. Another operative moved to flank him, but Nanami was faster, twisting the rifle out of the man’s grip and using it to knock him unconscious in one fluid motion.

Gojo, meanwhile, had somehow disarmed three operatives, all while maintaining a running commentary. “Honestly, you guys are doing great! I’d give you a solid eight out of ten. Nine, if you stopped aiming for my hair—do you know how hard it is to style this?”

The fight raged on, the duo moving like a well-oiled machine despite the chaos. Nanami’s brutality contrasted sharply with Gojo’s chaotic energy, but together, they were unstoppable.

The lobby doors burst open, and another team entered, this one carrying heavier gear.

“Is that… an exosuit?” Gojo muttered, tilting his head like a curious cat.

Nanami’s jaw tightened. “She’s serious.” Under no circumstance did they think this thing would show up.

The tide of the battle shifted when the exo-suited leader charged. His movements almost too fast for Nanami to block. Gojo managed to land a hit with his baton, but it barely slowed the man down.

It was clear whoever it was, was no ordinary opponent. “This guy fights like he’s got the script,” Gojo muttered, barely avoiding a blow aimed at his ribs.

“He’s not cursed, but he’s better than most sorcerers I’ve seen,” Nanami admitted grimly, blocking a strike and countering with a knee to an operative’s gut.

“You two aren’t bad,” the leader taunted, voice cool. “But you’re not winning this.”

“Winning?” Gojo smirked, dodging a blow. “Buddy, we’re just warming up.”

Nanami’s elbow struck the exo-suited leader’s side, a blow meant to disable, but the man pivoted with an agility that shouldn’t have been possible. Gojo, seeing an opening, aimed a strike at the man’s helmet, his baton swinging with purpose.

The crack echoed as the face shield shattered, pieces scattering to the ground.

The room seemed to freeze. The operatives hesitated, glancing at their leader, while Gojo and Nanami stood stunned. The man’s face was visible now—sharp features, familiar piercing eyes that could cut through steel.

Nanami’s breath caught in his throat. “Haibara…” he whispered, his voice shaking.

The man flinched at the name but didn’t lower his guard.

Gojo's usually flippant tone uncharacteristically quiet.

Nanami took a shaky step forward, lowering his hands slightly. “Haibara… Is it…?”

The man’s brows furrowed, but his face hardened again, but there was a weight to it, as if he’d carried the name like a burden.

Nanami staggered back as if the words had struck him physically. The resemblance was uncanny—too much so. If Haibara had lived, this man could have been his mirror. The same age, the same eyes.

Gojo finally found his voice, though it was softer than usual. “So, what, you’re family? Explains the talent.”

The man didn’t respond immediately, his gaze shifting between the two of them. “I was told about you. About both of you. You were… important to him at that cult school.”

Nanami clenched his fists, his voice trembling with barely restrained emotion. “And you’re here to fight us? Why?”

The man’s lips pressed into a thin smile, his expression cocky. “Because it’s my job. Nothing personal.”

“Nothing personal?” Nanami snapped, his composure fracturing. “You wear his face, carry his name, and you think this is just another job?”

The man’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t reply.

Gojo tilted his head, a slow smirk creeping onto his face despite the tension. “Well, this just got a lot more interesting.”

Haibara—if that was truly his name—moved like a shadow, slipping through Gojo and Nanami’s strikes with a precision that bordered on inhuman. Every dodge, every counter, every attack felt surgical, as if he knew exactly where to hit and how hard.

Gojo growled, swinging his baton in a wide arc. The exo-suited man sidestepped smoothly, grabbing Gojo’s wrist and twisting just enough to force him to release his grip. The baton clattered to the ground, and he delivered a sharp kick to Gojo’s ribs, sending him stumbling back.

“Damn it,” Nanami muttered under his breath. He lunged at the man, aiming for a takedown, but the man anticipated it. He caught Nanami’s arm mid-strike, using the momentum to flip him onto the floor.

“Sloppy,” the exo-suited man said, his voice low and dispassionate.

You watched it all unfold on your monitors. A smirk played on your lips as you spoke into the comms only the exo-suited man could hear, your voice calm and instructive.

“His Infinity is predictable. He relies on it too much—press him into close quarters. As for the other one, his technique is strong, but he’s methodical. Exploit his rigidity.”

The exo-suited man didn’t respond verbally, but his movements shifted immediately. He closed the distance between himself and Gojo, moving faster than the sorcerer could react. Gojo’s smile faltered as the man’s fist connected with his jaw, followed by a brutal sweep that knocked him off his feet.

“Focus, Satoru,” The man said, his tone clipped but mocking.

Nanami pushed himself to his feet, blood dripping from a cut on his forehead. He met the man’s gaze, his expression a mixture of frustration and disbelief. “You’re too good at this,” he said, his voice low. “How do you know exactly where to hit?”

The exo-suited man didn’t answer. He simply turned his attention back to Gojo, who was already preparing for another assault.

You leaned closer to the mic, your tone carrying a hint of amusement. “He doesn’t need to know where to hit. I’m telling him.”

Haibara, or whoever he was, his lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smirk, though he didn’t say a word.

Meanwhile, Gojo and Nanami exchanged a glance, frustration etched on their faces. They couldn’t hear you, but they could feel the weight of your absence.

Their attacks grew more desperate, their frustration boiling over. The man, however, remained calm, his movements fluid and unyielding. He fought like a man with nothing to lose and everything to prove.

“You’re really doing this,” he said softly, more to himself than anyone else.

But you didn’t waver. You leaned back in your chair, watching as the fight unfolded.

They had come to find you, but they weren’t prepared for the version of you they’d left behind—the one who had learned to fight back in ways they couldn’t anticipate.

“Who’s calling the shots now?” Nanami muttered, ducking a blow and countering with a sharp jab.

Gojo grabbed an incoming rifle mid-swing. “Whoever it is, they’re good. Like, scary good.”

A faint laugh echoed through the comms, just audible enough for them to catch.

Gojo’s grin vanished entirely. “No way…”

Nanami’s jaw tightened.

The operatives pulled back, forming a tight defensive line. Over their comms, your voice rang out clearly for the first time.

“Enough. Stand down.”

Gojo’s eyes widened, and he turned to Nanami. “Is that—?”

Nanami didn’t answer, his expression grim.

The operatives held their ground, weapons still raised but no longer firing. The tension was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words.

Gojo blinked, and for once, he had nothing to say.

Until an ominous whistle cut through the air, stilling the gunshot sounds.

Higuruma Hiromi stepped into the lobby, his presence commanding. The police officers flanking him raised their weapons, but Higuruma looked in charge. “Stand down,” he ordered. His hand itching to bring out his sword if Gojo and Nanami didn’t comply. Bastard was crazy enough to expose them.

Gojo straightened, his smirk fading slightly as he turned to face Higuruma. “You’re late,” he said mockingly, though his voice carried a hint of exhaustion.

“I’m right on time,” Higuruma replied, his gaze steady. “Unless you’d like to escalate this further?”

Nanami placed a hand on Gojo’s arm, his voice low. “Enough.”

The operatives moved in cautiously, their rifles trained on the duo. Gojo and Nanami didn’t resist as they were cuffed, their expressions unreadable. Even as they were both hit hard with the machine gun’s back square on the face, making them bleed a bit.

The employees emerged slowly from their hiding spots, their whispers filling the air once more.

“Did you see that? They fought armed guards with their bare hands.”

“Yeah, but like… hotly.”

“They actually got arrested.”

“I thought they’d fight their way out,” another replied, munching on a croissant stolen from the cafeteria during the chaos.

As they were led away and shoved into the back of the police car, Gojo’s voice broke the silence, low and filled with a bitter determination. “She’s hellbent on not letting us find her.”

Nanami’s expression was unreadable, his tone flat. “Wouldn’t you?”

Once shoved inside, Nanami leaned back in the cramped police car, his face shadowed by frustration, like a brooding hero in a low-budget action flick. The distant wail of sirens echoed in the background, but it felt more like a soundtrack to his existential crisis than an actual emergency.

“I knew she was capable,” he began, his voice low, almost like he was convincing himself. “But this... this is something else. No tech CEO operates at this level of... preparedness. Even Tesla doesn’t have an Exo-Suited Special Response Team. I mean, what’s next? A drone army?”

Gojo, for once, was silent, his eyes fixed on the streaks of light flashing past the windows, probably imagining himself in a high-speed chase. Finally, he scoffed, his tone uncharacteristically bitter. “She directed them like she’s been doing this her whole life. Like she was trained for it. But she wasn’t. Was she? Did we miss the memo on her secret ninja training?”

Nanami didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened as he replayed the fight in his mind—the way her voice cut through the comms like a hot knife through butter, her precise commands, the exo-suited leader’s unerring strikes. “No, she’s never been formally trained,” he murmured, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. “But she definitely had a PowerPoint presentation on it somewhere.”

Gojo laughed, but it was humorless, almost self-deprecating, like he was trying to laugh away the absurdity of it all. “We spent all that time together, and what do we know? She likes her coffee and hates hot weather. And apparently, she moonlights as a tactical genius.”

“She’s running a gaming empire,” Nanami said quietly, his tone heavy with realization, like he’d just discovered the meaning of life. “Of course she’d know how to fight. She built this company from nothing. I mean, have you seen her spreadsheets? They’re practically battle plans.”

Gojo leaned his head back, staring at the car ceiling, then suddenly looked at Nanami with wide eyes. “Wait… she runs a gaming company. Man, that’s why she knew how to fight. All those late-night gaming sessions were just her training montages!”

Nanami sighed, rubbing his temples as if trying to massage away the absurdity of the situation. “Still, she was too prepared. I never expected her to be into all this. Tactical shit. I thought we were just going to fight a few ex-military guards, not engage in a full-blown ‘Operation Entebbe.’”

“Next time, we should bring snacks,” Gojo said, deadpan. “You know, for morale. Nothing says ‘we’re about to face armed tactical teams’ like a good box of mochi.”

“Yeah, because nothing calms the nerves like diabetes in a firefight,” Nanami replied, rolling his eyes. “Maybe we should just ask her for a tutorial on how to survive higher-ups warfare while we’re at it.”

“Right? I can see it now: ‘How to Negotiate with Hostile Takeovers and Tactical Dinosaurs.'” Gojo chuckled.

After a moment, Gojo spoke with a dark expression. “We’re not stopping.”

Nanami nodded once, his gaze fixed ahead. “No. We’re not.”

You’d underestimated them.

A few more weeks into your quiet life in this distant city, the first ripple of their presence reached you: a phone call from your old assistant. Her voice was strained, awkward as she tried to navigate the message she had to deliver.

“Your… husbands,” she said, as if she couldn’t bring herself to say the word, “are here looking for you.”

You didn’t let her finish. You hung up before she could speak another word, your heart pounding, panic clawing at your throat as you got on a call with the COO and handled it.

Now it was a couple of hours later that you leaned back in your chair, one hand resting on your heavily pregnant belly, the other typing furiously.

“Alright,” you began, your voice calm but firm as you addressed the executive team over an audio call. “Here’s how we’re handling this.”

Compensation for Injured Staff: “Each affected employee will receive a one-time payment equivalent to ten times the maximum insurance coverage, along with full medical and rehabilitation coverage. Paid leave until they’re fully cleared by their doctors. If they choose not to return, offer severance packages generous enough to ensure their future security.”

Security Upgrades: “Increase armed security personnel across all locations—minimum 45 per site. Implement biometric access controls for high-level areas. I want Fushiguro Sentinel Security Solutions contracted by the end of the hour. Get Megumi Fushiguro himself to oversee it.”

Mental Health Support: “Offer optional counseling for all employees affected by the incident. Trauma doesn’t vanish just because we’ve handled the threat.”

Legal Proceedings: “Gather all evidence. If either of those men steps foot in any of our offices again, treat them as threats immediately. Coordinate with external consultants to reinforce all protocols.”

Additional Measures: “Expand pension plans to cover additional contingencies. This company thrives because of its people. Their safety is non-negotiable.”

Your CFO cleared his throat. “And the cost implications?”

Your expression unyielding. “The cost of doing nothing is far higher. Do it.”

You addressed the CHRO. “Prepare an official statement. No names, no details. Just reassurance that we’re handling the situation.”

“And what about...” the COO hesitated, “...them?”

Your lips thinned. “That’s already being handled.”

With a final ‘later,’ you ended the call, exhaustion creeping into your posture. Your hand lingered on your belly, a silent promise to the life you were protecting—not just your own.

Soon the police station buzzed with the kind of energy reserved for high-profile cases and celebrity sightings. Rows of employees from your gaming company sat awkwardly on long benches, clutching half-empty specialized beverages and wearing various levels of workplace chic—some in sweatpants, others in blazers that screamed, I might be a startup founder someday.

The detective in charge, a middle-aged man who looked like he had seen everything and regretted it, pinched the bridge of his nose as the first employee was ushered into the interrogation room.

Employee #1: Kyle from Game Dev

Kyle slouched in his chair, his hoodie emblazoned with “I paused my raid for this?” barely containing his indifference. He adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and gave the detective a bored stare.

“So, you’re telling me you saw two men—your CEO’s husbands—engage in what can only be described as a brawl royale with armed guards?”

Kyle shrugged. “Yeah, but like… it was kinda sexy? No homo.”

The detective blinked. “Sexy?”

“Yeah. Like, Mr. Nanami was giving off ‘dad who knows how to use a grill but also owns a sword’ energy, and Mr. Gojo? He’s got that unhinged hotness. Like, he’d ruin your life, but you’d thank him after, y’know?”

The detective stared at him, unamused. “No. I don’t.”

Kyle sighed, leaning back. “Look, I don’t even know why you’re asking us. The CEO is fine. She’s probably somewhere sipping an iced tea, plotting how to save the company from whatever PR disaster her husbands bring next. She’s like the gaming industry’s Tony Stark, but nicer. And hotter. Wayyyy hotter.”

The detective grimaced on your behalf.

Employee #2: Mia from Finance

Mia swept into the room, her oversized blazer barely concealing the “I heart NPCs” T-shirt beneath. She placed her iced coffee on the table like it was a prop for a monologue.

“Let me just say,” she began, her voice dripping with theatrics, “that our founder is an icon. THE queen. The moment.”

The detective sighed. “Can we focus on the incident—”

“Icon,” Mia repeated, cutting him off. “She’s literally married to the human equivalent of menace incarnate and a tax auditor (or my floor manager)’s wet dream. Like, opposites attract, am I right?”

The detective raised an eyebrow. “Did you actually witness the fight?”

“Oh, I saw everything. Mr. Nanami broke a guy’s body like he was folding a paper plane, and Mr. Gojo? He threw someone into a wall, and it was like—BAM! Pure art.” She paused, sipping her coffee. “Honestly, I was rooting for them.”

The detective scribbled something on his notepad. “You realize this isn’t a sports match?”

“Okay, boomer,” Mia replied, waving a dismissive hand.

Employee #3: Jay from HR

Jay adjusted his pastel tie, his laptop bag slung awkwardly across his chest. “First of all, let me just say, as the HR liaison, I do not condone violence in the workplace.”

The detective nodded approvingly. “Good, someone reasonable.”

“That said,” Jay continued, “Mr. Gojo and Mr. Nanami are, like, built. I wonder how much they bench press. Did you see their arms? I don’t even like men, but I get it. You know what I mean?”

The detective dropped his pen. “No, I don’t. Can you please just tell me what happened?”

Jay frowned, pulling out a tablet. “I made a PowerPoint, actually. Slide one is a detailed breakdown of Mr. Nanami’s fighting stance—very efficient. Slide two is Mr. Gojo’s ‘feral cat energy.’ Slide three is a pie chart of how many employees think they’re hot versus terrifying.”

The detective’s fist hit the desk.

Employee #4: Fatima from Legal

Fatima entered, heels clicking against the tile, her expression unreadable. “I’ll keep this brief,” she said, setting a stack of papers on the desk. “These are affidavits from the employees. They’re… unhelpful.”

The detective flipped through them.

Testimony 1: “Mr. Nanami looks like he drinks black coffee and hates fun, but man, can he punch.”

Testimony 2: “Mr. Gojo has main character energy. Like, if life were an anime, he’s the guy who shows up shirtless for no reason.”

Testimony 3: “Madam Founder’s taste in men? Impeccable. Very disturbing, but impeccable.”

Fatima crossed her arms. “Frankly, I think this whole thing is a waste of time. Our founder will probably pay off the damages and add a bonus to everyone’s paycheck for the inconvenience. She’s that kind of person.”

The detective looked up, incredulous. “You’re saying she’d reward people for being attacked?”

Fatima smirked. “Welcome to corporate, Detective.”

Employee #5: Emma from Sales

Emma, the youngest employee, clutched her bubble tea like it was a lifeline. “Okay, so, like, are we getting extra PTO for this? Because I was traumatized. Like, literally.”

The detective pinched the bridge of his nose. “You saw the fight?”

Emma nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Mr. Gojo threw a guy into the cactus I named Greg. Poor Greg. RIP.”

“And Nanami?”

“Oh, he broke three ribs on that big guy from the response team. It was… beautiful.” She sighed dreamily. “Honestly, our CEO is living the dream. Two hot men fighting over her? Dream.”

Break

As the employees filed out, the detective stared at the pile of testimonies, his faith in humanity dwindling.

One officer leaned over, muttering, “So… what do we do with the husbands?”

The detective sighed. “Honestly? Let’s just hope their CEO comes back before they burn the city down.”

News segment played on TV in the station.

Anchor:“In a shocking incident at a company’s headquarters in Japan today, two unidentified men stormed the building, engaging in what witnesses describe as ‘Hollywood-level combat’ with security forces. Eyewitness footage shows the men, dressed in business attire, taking on armed guards with hand-to-hand combat skills that defy explanation.”

A clip plays, showing Gojo disarming a guard with a grin while Nanami methodically neutralizes another.

Anchor:“Social media users have been speculating wildly about the identities of these men, with theories ranging from disgruntled employees to members of organized crime. However, sources have confirmed that the men are not affiliated with any criminal organization.”

Tech Analyst:“What’s even more surprising is the revelation that these two men are reportedly teachers at a private academy—one known for its... unorthodox curriculum. And here’s the kicker: they’re allegedly married to the CEO.”

Anchor:“Married? To the CEO? Both of them?”

Tech Analyst:“Yes, it appears to be a polyamorous marriage, which was previously undisclosed to the public. Social media is now ablaze with debates over how two ‘regular teachers’ possess such combat skills—and why they would confront a company known for its impenetrable security.”

Anchor:“This story keeps getting stranger. Are they former military? Yakuza? Or something else entirely? And why storm your own wife’s company? Stay tuned as we dig deeper into this unfolding drama.”

The internet had already imploded.

It started with a single tweet.

@GameNewsNow:“BREAKING: Chaos at a gaming company’s Japanese HQ as unidentified intruders engage in combat with security. Witnesses report hand-to-hand combat, shattered glass, and… exosuits? Details unfolding. #TechWars”

Replies:

@PixelPrincess: “Wait, isn’t this the gaming company with the smart CEO? What is happening?

@CoffeeAndCode: “Nah, this is real. My friend works there. She said the intruders were FIGHTING SECURITY WITH THEIR BARE HANDS.”

@KDramaKween: “Exosuits?? Is this a promo for their next FPS game?”

Reddit was next.

r/TechDramau/InsiderGameDev: “Two guys stormed the Japanese HQ, and apparently, they’re just… teachers? One’s a blond with weird goggles; the other looks like a pissed-off salaryman. They fought like action movie stars. Who are they?”

Top Comments:

u/YakuzaWatch2024: “Teachers? Yeah, right. This screams Yakuza.”

u/CyberNerd93: “Plot twist: They’re her secret bodyguards.”

u/TinfoilHat47: “Jeff Bezos definitely paid them.”

Then TikTok exploded.

@HQBaristaVibes:“POV: You’re hiding behind the coffee station while two men in suits literally suplex security guards.”

The video shows Gojo vaulting over a desk while Nanami delivers a brutal elbow to an operative. A whisper in the background: “I’d show up to their Magic Mike Show!”

Comments:

@GamerGorlly: “This is giving Halo vibes. Is this a movie?”

@BossLadyFan: “WAIT, a woman can marry two hot men and not get arrested?! Plot twist of the century.”

@BigYakuzaEnergy: “Teachers don’t fight like that. I’m sticking with the Yakuza theory.”

Another TikTok showed Gojo yelling, “YOU’LL NEVER KEEP US FROM HER!” before being tackled by five armed men.

Caption: “These men are TEACHERS. At a school. Who TF approved this hire?!”

Comments:

@CultLeaderSuguru’sUnwashedSocks69: “Okay, but how do I apply to this cultist school?”

@WeedFinanceBro420: “Nanami can destroy my 401k; I’d still say thank you.”

@MommyIssuesInc: “Gojo screaming like he’s in a shonen anime is sending me 😭😭😭.”

Then came a shaky, vertical video posted to TikTok under the caption: “Me watching the CEO’s husbands wreck the office like it’s WWE 🫠 #CorporateDrama #TheyHotTho”

The video opened with Gojo throwing a security guard into a potted plant, the sound of shattering ceramic audible over the chaotic screaming in the background. Nanami steps into frame next, calmly adjusting his cufflinks before delivering a devastating elbow to another guard.

Text overlay read, “Who are these men?? And why are they fine while committing felonies??”

The video cuts to a shaky zoom on Nanami’s face, looking utterly unbothered while dragging another guard to the ground like a trained killer.

Caption updated to, “Is he single?? Asking for my friend (it’s me).”

Comments:

@Financically Challenged: “HR would never approve.”

@CorporateTea: “She really deleted her account before the tea spilled.”

@ILoveMyGamerBoysLite: “THEY’RE FINE, BUT WHY DO THEY FIGHT LIKE STREET FIGHTER CHARACTERS?”

@Man-whore: “I’d like to thank whoever recorded this masterpiece. My serotonin levels are soaring.”

Fan accounts dedicated to your company were flooded with reposts of TikToks and blurry images from the incident.

One post, in particular, gains traction: a screenshot of Gojo being escorted out by Higuruma, still grinning like a maniac. The caption reads: “Find you someone who looks at you the way Gojo looks at the camera. 🥰 #CoupleGoals”

Meanwhile, Reddit threads dissect the entire event like it’s a true crime case.

r/CorporateDrama:

u/ThrowawayEmployee123:

“I work in the cafeteria, and I swear one of them stole a cherry tomato before elbowing a guard.”

Top Comments:

u/NoHRLeft: “This has to be staged, right? Like a marketing stunt? No way two hot dudes just... do this.”

u/DefinitelyNotNanami: “They do. Trust me.”

r/GamingGossip:

AlphaDaddyInumaki69:

“CEO’s SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED!”

Top Comments:

u/BlueEyes6’5”Simp: “Gojo Satoru is a whole ass menace. I respect it.”

u/CoffeeAndGuilt: “Nanami could throw me through a window, and I’d thank him.”

u/TakadaChanSimp9000: “Focus, people. What does this mean for her company’s next game launch???”

After Break

The detective’s patience wore thinner with every passing second, while Higuruma Hiromi, now leaning casually against the wall with a cup of tea in hand, watched with the faintest glimmer of amusement in his otherwise stoic demeanor.

Employee #6: Lily from Social Media

Lily adjusted her oversized cat-eye glasses and placed her iced matcha latte on the table. “So, like, first of all, you should know this isn’t the worst thing they’ve done. Did you hear about the time they took Madam Founder to karaoke? There’s a whole thread about it on our company’s internal social media site. It trended for days there. Someone recorded it while they were there too.”

The detective rubbed his temples. “Miss, this isn’t about karaoke.”

“I’m just saying, they’re iconic. Like, I don’t condone violence or whatever, but when Mr. Gojo ripped that baton out of a guard’s hand and spun it like a lightsaber? I mean, c’mon. That’s main character behavior.”

Higuruma took a slow sip of tea. “Main character behavior,” he repeated dryly.

“Exactly!” Lily pointed at him like he’d just validated her existence. “And Mr. Nanami? He’s the broody love interest with a tragic backstory who you know secretly listens to metal while making cute teddy bear bento for his wife. You can’t be mad at them.”

The detective glared at Higuruma, who raised an eyebrow in return. “Don’t look at me,” Higuruma said. “I’m just here for the tea. Literally.”

Employee #7: Vikram from Quality Assurance

Vikram, who looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, slumped into the chair with a half-eaten bagel. “So, here’s the thing. I respect the CEO, right? She’s like the mom who brings donuts to the office but also could fire you with a single email. But her husband's? Absolute gremlins.”

The detective perked up. “Finally, someone reasonable. Tell me about the fight.”

“Right, right.” Vikram gestured vaguely. “So, Mr. Nanami’s out here breaking bones like he’s crinkling bubble wrap. Efficient. Terrifying. Meanwhile, Mr. Gojo? He’s musically laughing as he bashes people’s stomachs in.”

“Did they say anything about why they were there?”

Vikram frowned, taking a thoughtful bite of his bagel. “Not really. But I did hear Mr. Gojo call one of the guards a ‘budget James Bond,’ so there’s that.”

Higuruma chuckled softly, earning a glare from the detective. “What? That’s objectively funny.”

Employee #8: Nina from HR

Nina walked in like she owned the place, her heels clicking with purpose. She set her iced Americano down and crossed her arms. “Look, I’ll make this simple. Mr. Gojo Satoru and Mr. Nanami Kento are walking red flags. And I say that as someone who’d climb those flags like a jungle gym.”

The detective choked on his coffee. “Excuse me? Aren’t you from HR? What happened to your policies?”

“You heard me.” Nina adjusted her blazer. “Do I think it’s unprofessional that they destroyed company property and assaulted multiple guards? Sure. Do I also think they’re the human equivalent of the ‘Enemies to Lovers’ tag? Absolutely.”

“Ma’am, this isn’t Wattpad,” the detective said, his tone exasperated.

“Could’ve fooled me,” she shot back.

Higuruma leaned forward slightly, his expression neutral but his tone amused. “Did they say anything about their intentions while breaking noses?”

Nina tapped her chin. “Mr. Gojo said something about how he’d ‘burn the world down’ to find the CEO. Very dramatic. Mr. Nanami, though? He just glared at people. I think four guys quit on the spot and then never sent the resignation letter because of our amazing pension package.”

Employee #9: Ramirez from Accounting

Ramirez looked unbothered, scrolling through her phone as she sat down. “Can we speed this up? I’ve got a meeting in fifteen.”

The detective sighed. “What did you see?”

“Mr. Nanami snapped someone’s arm in half like it was a breadstick. Mr. Gojo threw a guy into a cactus. Typical Tuesday.”

“Anything unusual?”

She glanced up, smirking. “Unusual? Detective, our CEO is married to the human embodiment of a power imbalance and a walking midlife crisis. Nothing is unusual anymore.”

Higuruma stifled a laugh behind his tea, earning another glare from the detective.

Employee #10: Li from Design

Li leaned back in his chair, twirling a pen like it was a baton. “So, here’s my hot take: Mr. Gojo’s like that guy who talks shit in the group chat but shows up to the fight in Crocs. Mr. Nanami? He’s the one who silently carries the whole team.”

The detective rubbed his temples. “What does that even mean?”

“It means Mr. Gojo’s unhinged but sexy, and Mr. Nanami’s the Dilf who actually gets things done.”

“Why does everything come back to their attractiveness?” The detective snapped.

Li shrugged. “Because it’s distracting. You ever seen a man fix his cufflinks while choking someone out? It’s an experience.”

Higuruma nodded, thinking of Nanami. “It really is.”

Employee #11: Emily from PR

Emily entered, visibly stressed, clutching a planner filled with color-coded tabs. “I’m just here to confirm that the company’s official stance is ‘no comment.’ Also, the CHRO would like everyone to know that all damages will be covered, and the guards are being compensated handsomely.”

The detective leaned forward. “Does the CEO have anything to say about her husbands?”

Emily hesitated, flipping through her planner. “She said… and I quote, ‘They are on their own.’”

Higuruma snorted, setting his tea down. “Smart woman.”

The detective groaned, slumping in his chair. “I give up.”

Emily adjusted her glasses. “Oh, and she also said the cactus will be replaced.”

From somewhere in the station, a faint cheer could be heard. “Greg lives on!”

Break Again

As the employees filed out, the detective stared at the mess of notes on his desk, each one more absurd than the last. Higuruma stood, brushing imaginary lint off his suit.

“Well,” Higuruma said, his tone dry but amused, “at least we know one thing for sure.”

“What’s that?” the detective asked wearily.

Higuruma smirked faintly. “Your suspects might be unstoppable, but their PR game? Immaculate.”

After Break

The interrogation room had become a revolving door of chaos. Higuruma, sipping tea like he was on vacation, had taken over the questioning, his demeanor a sharp contrast to the detective’s rapidly fraying patience. The employees were less helpful than ever, and now more of the game dev, product launch, and sales teams had joined the fray, bringing their own flavor of madness to the mix.

Employee #11: Kevin from Game Dev

Kevin slouched into the chair, his hoodie covered in suspicious crumbs. He adjusted his gamer headset like he was about to stream instead of give testimony. “Okay, first of all, can I just say? The way Mr. Nanami handled those guards? That’s the kind of realism we need in our combat mechanics. Man’s a walking motion-capture studio.”

The detective groaned. “We’re not here to discuss combat mechanics.”

Kevin shrugged. “I’m just saying, if we had that level of precision, our next release would bankrupt Mojang Studios.”

Higuruma leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable. “And what about Gojo?”

Kevin snorted. “Mr. Gojo? He’s the kind of guy who’d spam the emote wheel mid-fight. You know, hit you with a ‘Haha, loser’ after parrying your attack, just to flex.”

The detective slammed his notebook shut. “This isn’t a video game!”

Kevin blinked. “Tell that to the cactus. That thing got ragdolled.”

Employee #12: Maddie from Product Launch

Maddie walked in wearing oversized sunglasses and carrying an oat milk latte like she was on the front row of a fashion show. She flipped her hair before sitting down. “So, let me get this straight. You’re asking me to snitch on them?”

Higuruma raised an eyebrow. “We’re asking for facts, not snitching.”

“Facts?” Maddie laughed, leaning back. “Here’s a fact: Mr. Gojo Satoru is the moment. When he threw that guard into the no-sweetener coffee machine? I felt seen.”

The detective pinched the bridge of his nose, which was reddening now with all the pinching. “Did you actually witness anything useful?”

“Useful?” Maddie repeated, looking offended. “I’ll have you know I was taking notes.Mr. Gojo’s movements? Chaotic but controlled. Mr. Nanami’s? Pure tactical perfection. They’re like the yin and yang of violence.”

Higuruma smirked faintly. “And the CEO?”

“Oh, she’s living the dream,” Maddie said, twirling her straw. “I mean, married to those two? Goals. Sure, they’re a walking HR violation, but I’d take one for the team.”

“Noted,” Higuruma replied dryly, while the detective muttered something about needing a vacation.

Employee #13: Jake from Sales

Jake swaggered in like he was pitching a deal. “Alright, gentlemen, let’s talk ROI—Return on Insanity. Those two? They’re the best marketing campaign we’ve ever had.”

Higuruma tilted his head. “How so?”

“Think about it,” Jake said, gesturing wildly. “We’re a gaming company, right? And now everyone’s talking about us. I mean, sure, there was some... collateral damage. But viral marketing? You can’t buy this kind of exposure.”

The detective’s pen snapped in half. “People got hurt!”

Jake nodded sagely. “Yeah, but did you see the way Mr. Nanami disarmed that guard? That’s brand synergy right there. We could use that in our next trailer.”

Higuruma chuckled softly. “You’re not wrong.”

“Thank you,” Jake said, winking at Higuruma with reddened cheeks.

The detective groaned. “Stop encouraging him!”

Employee #14: Aiko from Game Design

Aiko plopped into the chair, her arms full of sketchbooks and concept art. “Okay, so I’ve been working on a character design inspired by Mr. Nanami. Picture this: a stoic modern-day Viking, his suit pristine, his tie a weapon—”

“His tie is not a weapon,” the detective interrupted.

“Not yet,” Aiko countered, flipping open her sketchbook to a detailed drawing of Nanami mid-fight. “But it could be. Look at these sketches. Imagine the animation potential.”

Higuruma leaned over to examine the art, nodding thoughtfully. “Impressive detail.”

“Right?” Aiko beamed. “And Mr. Gojo? He’d be the chaotic rogue archetype. I’m thinking glowing six eyes, a blindfold that doubles as a grappling hook—”

The detective banged his fist on the table. “This isn’t a brainstorming session for your next game!”

Aiko shrugged. “Could’ve fooled me. This whole situation is giving side quest energy.”

Employee #15: Ellie from HR

Ellie, the most normal-looking person yet, sat down with a clipboard. “So, I’ve compiled a list of damages and injuries. It’s... extensive.”

The detective perked up. “Finally, someone useful.”

“But,” Ellie added, flipping through her notes, “I’d also like to propose a company-wide Mr. Gojo and Mr. Nanami Appreciation Day. Morale has been low, and honestly, they’ve brought us closer as a team.”

The detective stared at her, speechless.

Higuruma chuckled, setting down his tea. “I like the initiative.”

Employee #16: Alex from Marketing

Alex entered with a PowerPoint presentation. “Okay, hear me out. A new ad campaign: ‘Work Hard, Fight Harder.’ We feature Nanami and Gojo as the faces of the brand—”

The detective stood abruptly. “We’re done here.”

“Wait, there’s a slide on cactus replacements!” Alex called after him.

As the employee left, the detective slumped into his chair, glaring at Higuruma. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Higuruma shrugged, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “I find it... enlightening.”

The detective groaned. “Enlightening? They’re turning this investigation into a fan convention!”

“Better than a riot,” Higuruma replied, his tone mild.

“Barely.”

Another video on TikTok popped up, as these things often did now, apparently. As the grainy, zoomed-in footage of Gojo and Nanami leaving the station hit every corner of social media, the internet collectively lost its mind. Fancams were already being made. The soundtrack? A slowed-down, reverb-heavy version of Britney Spears’ “Toxic.”

Caption: “Gojo Satoru—chaotic, probably rich, can’t keep his mouth shut. Nanami Kento—stoic, terrifying, boss you wanna fuck. You—genius CEO, hot.”

Memes too -

@FinanceBroFails: “Poly relationships are for the weak. Imagine being married to two dudes, and neither answers your calls. Couldn’t be me.”

@HimboAppreciationSociety: “Y’all are simping over these men, but what about the poor employees??? My guy, salaryman Kenjirô Tsuda, is still unconscious in the corner.”

@PolyKaisen: “We need a new game where Gojo and Nanami fight for love and also commit tax fraud. #FreeTheHusbands”

@PolyAmoristsUnite: “This is why we can’t have nice things. People ruin it by marrying two hot men and leaving the rest of us to suffer.”

@FanCamForLife: [Fancam of Nanami disarming a guard in the office fight, set to Billie Eilish’s “You Should See Me in a Crown.”]

By evening, the hashtags were trending.

#PolyPanic2024#TwoHolesForAReason#PolyKaisen

But it wasn’t all jokes. Hate comments rolled in too.

@MoralHighGround: “Polyamory is unnatural. No wonder this mess happened. Pick one partner and stay loyal.”

@TraditionalValuesStan: “This is what happens when corporate culture goes woke. First, it’s diversity hires, then it’s this.”

@PolySkeptic99: “Imagine running a billion-dollar company and thinking two husbands was a good idea. Peak bad decisions.”

Higuruma, scrolling through Twitter, raised an eyebrow at a tweet:

@InLawerDaddyWeThurst: “Higuruma Hiromi in a suit? Is he single? Asking respectfully (not respectfully).”

Hiromi sighs, muttering to himself, “Why does this always happen?”

The detective beside him groaned. “Stop reading it.”

Higuruma continues, hiding a smirk as another notification pops up:

@FiddlingWithBothLawAndOrder🍒: “Hiromi can prosecute me any day 😏.”

The detective, who’s fully checked out, whispered to Higuruma, gesturing at Nanami and Gojo, who were sprawled in a cell quite beaten up by the armed guys who’d arrested them. Gojo’s long legs Sprawled awkwardly over Nanami’s lap, who rubbed them absentmindedly as they both stared at the bulb like they were mothmen, "Do they know they’re walking memes? Like, are they self-aware? Or is this just how they live? Because I’m five seconds from retiring and starting a blog called ‘Hot Men, Bad Decisions.’”

Yaga stormed into the station, his face a mask of barely contained fury. He zeroed in on Gojo, and Nanami sat in the holding area; they were cuffed but unbothered.

After the paperwork was done, Yaga shoved the station doors open, leading the way. Behind him, Gojo and Nanami stepped out, walking with the kind of swagger that screamed, ‘We did it, and we’d do it again.’

A crowd had gathered outside the station, barricades barely holding back a mix of paparazzi, reporters, and what could only be described as the thirstiest group of people Tokyo had ever seen.

“Nanami, are you single? Rearrange my guts, please!”

“GOJO, MY THROAT IS AWFULLY EMPTY!”

The cameras went wild. Gojo smirked like he was on the Met Gala red carpet, tilting his head for the best angles. “Ladies, please,” he said, his voice dripping with charm. “I’m married. You’re breaking my husband’s heart.”

Nanami, trailing behind, adjusted his disheveled sleeves and shot Gojo a glare. “Don’t involve me in your theatrics.”

“You’re literally my husband,” Gojo quipped, tossing his hair dramatically. “You’re involved by default.”

As the reporters’ questions grew louder, Yaga finally snapped. “Shut up, all of you!” he roared, spinning around to face the two men. “Married?! Since when? To each other? And the CEO?! What the hell is going on?”

Gojo looked entirely unbothered, raising his hands in mock surrender. “You didn’t know? Thought it was obvious. We’re very progressive.”

Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. “It wasn’t exactly public information, Satoru.”

“Well, it is now!” Gojo said cheerfully, waving at the crowd like a pageant queen.

But the crowd didn’t care about the details. The thirst was too real.

“Nanami, I’ll be your wife!” Someone screamed, holding up a sign with his name in glittery gold letters.

“He’s mine!” Gojo muttered under his breath.

“Satoru, I love you!” shouted another.

Gojo paused, smirking at the camera. “Thanks, but I love my husband. And my wife.”

Yaga shoved both men into the back of the car, the force rattling the frame. He slammed the door so hard it was a miracle the glass didn’t shatter. “Unbelievable,” he muttered as he climbed into the driver’s seat, his voice a low growl.

Gojo sprawled out immediately, legs taking up more space than necessary, his hands resting lazily on his lap. “That wasn’t so bad,” he said, tone light and airy, as if the past five hours hadn’t been a descent into insanity. “Honestly, I think I handled it pretty well.”

Yaga’s hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. “Handled it well?” His voice cracked like a whip, sharp enough to slice through the air. “You turned it into a goddamn circus! And I just found out my students are married. To each other. And someone else. What the hell is wrong with you two?”

Nanami stared out the window, jaw tight. Gojo, of course, couldn’t resist. He turned to Nanami, a pout tugging at his lips. “See? No one appreciates me.”

Nanami didn’t look at him. “You did turn it into a circus,” he said flatly, his voice calm but laced with quiet exasperation. Then he glanced at Gojo. “But that’s your specialty.”

Gojo grinned, the pout vanishing instantly. “Aw, thanks, baby. That’s why I married you.”

Yaga slammed a hand on the steering wheel, the car swerving slightly. “Are you serious right now?!” His voice was dangerously close to a shout. “You’ve drawn too much attention. The higher-ups are done with your antics. Indefinite leave. Effective immediately.”

Nanami’s head whipped around, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually stoic face. “Indefinite leave?” he asked, though there was no disappointment in his voice.

“Do you even know what indefinite means?” Gojo chimed in, leaning forward with mock curiosity.

Yaga glared at him through the rearview mirror, his expression thunderous. “Shut up, Gojo. You’re lucky they didn’t lock you both in the basement for the next decade.”

Nanami, however, was leaning back in his seat, arms crossed, looking... content. “Perfect,” he said quietly.

Yaga blinked. “Perfect? You’re suspended!”

Nanami glanced at Gojo, a rare spark of energy in his eyes. “Finally. Time to focus.”

Gojo’s grin widened, somehow more unhinged. “On finding her.”

Then behind Yaga’s back, Gojo raised a fist. “C’mon, Nami. Forced vacation means forced bonding time. Fist bump for the road?”

Nanami sighed, clearly annoyed but humoring him. He bumped Gojo’s fist lightly.

“HEY!” Yaga barked, catching the exchange in the mirror. “What the hell is wrong with you two?!”

Gojo shrugged, throwing an arm around Nanami’s shoulder. “A lot, apparently.”

Nanami shoved him off. “Don’t touch me.”

You sat in your small apartment, the television blaring the evening news as you unmuted it.

“Today, the gaming world was shaken by an incident,” the anchor said, barely hiding their glee. “The CEO’s secret polyamorous marriage was exposed when her two husbands—yes, you heard that right—stormed the office and engaged in physical altercations with security personnel.”

The screen cut to shaky footage of Gojo grinning smugly as police cuffed him. “Ladies, I’m married,” he said, winking at the camera. “And no, I won’t entertain such things. Besides, Nanami here, my husband would de-ball me.”

Nanami, standing beside him, glared at the reporters and muttered, “You have no tact.”

The news continued: “The CEO, known for her philanthropic efforts and innovative leadership in the gaming industry, has yet to comment. Sources suggest she is out of the country. Social media has been ablaze with reactions.”

For a split second you saw them—Gojo and Nanami; they were staring at you directly like they knew you’d be watching. It made your skin crawl.

You turned the TV off, unable to watch anymore. The words echoed in your mind: “secret polyamorous marriage” and “shaken the gaming world.” You buried your face in your hands, the stress of it all threatening to overwhelm you. The twins inside you shifted uncomfortably, as if responding to your distress.

They don’t even know what they’ve done to me, you thought bitterly. They didn’t even care enough to notice me begging for their attention. And now this?

Your eye flicked to the news flashing on the corner of your laptop screen, “Genius CEO Married to Chaotic Duo? Security Incident at Gaming HQ Leaves Internet Thirsting.”

Your head falls into your hands as you mutter, “This is why I deleted social media. They’ve turned my life into a meme.”

The twins kick inside you, as if to remind you they’re still there, and you sigh deeply. At least someone in your life listens to you… sometimes.

Megumi had come through, and by the end of the night, your offices worldwide were in lockdown, with new measures being implemented to ensure this never happened again. Your heart ached for the lives that had been disrupted because of you, but you refused to let their suffering be in vain.

Later, as you sat in the quiet of your new home, far from Shibuya, you stared at the screen of your phone. The urge to reach out to them lingered, a phantom ache you couldn’t shake. But you knew better.

They had chosen this path, and you had chosen yours.

For now, all you could do was protect the people who relied on you and hope they found their way back to themselves, away from you—without destroying everything in their wake.

But no one could outrun Gojo Satoru and Nanami Kento.

The second time, it would be worse.

Later that evening, Gojo slouched on the couch, lazily scrolling through his phone. Nanami sat across from him, surrounded by maps and books, his hoodie’s sleeves scrunched up.

“So, she’s somewhere cold,” Gojo said, tossing his phone onto the table.

Nanami didn’t look up. “We don’t know that.”

“Sure, we do,” Gojo replied, leaning forward. “Her assistant said she was cold. And she hates being cold indoors. That means she’s somewhere where the cold is... unavoidable. Nordic country vibes.”

Nanami frowned, flipping a page in his book. “That’s a stretch.”

Gojo grinned. “Is it? Think about it. Quiet, isolated, and full of tall, serious people. People who mind their own business and won’t notice a powerful CEO roaming around. Won’t snitch to the Gojo clan. She fits right in.”

Nanami’s brow furrowed as he considered it. “She’d hate the lack of convenience.”

“Which makes it the perfect place to hide,” Gojo countered, already standing and stretching. “Pack your overcoat, Nami. We’re going to Scandinavia.”

Nanami closed his book with a snap. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot with good instincts,” Gojo quipped, heading for the door. “Let’s go find our wife.”

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allow me to distract you

parings: ceo!nanami kento x employee!gn reader

cw: SMUT - size kink + foreplay + fingering + oral sex (giving) + office sex + rough sex + lots of praise; mentions of yelling (bullying) + satosugu are boyfriends your honor; dom!nanami + sub!gn reader; explicit

summary: some fucker believes that he can yell at you and geto just because you unintentionally bumped into him. luckily, your boyfriend, nanami, comes by to save the both of you. nanami will then show you how much that scumbag’s remarks will not mean anything to you in his dimly lit office.

word count: 3.7k+

author’s note: i was talking to my pookie wookie & she mentioned if i ever wrote nanami so i dedicate this post to her !! i love nanami sm why tf haven’t i wrote about him yet. also this happened to me irl expect i defended myself and turns out he was drunk but thank god, i made it home safe with my friend (please be careful when going out in public)

smut below (18+) !! MINORS DON’T INTERACT !!

it was a long day at work in the office, but you’re so glad the day has come to an end. everyone in the office is packing up and getting ready to head out for the weekend where they can relax. despite everything, you were actually happy though since you promised your loving boyfriend that you both will have a dinner date after work.

everyone knows that you're dating the ceo of the office, but then again, people have lives and should respect one other's privacy. given the fact that many perceive him as a frightening guy, he nonetheless treats you with the same kindness and fairness that he shows to his staff. however, when you're alone, he treats you like royalty, taking care of your household duties when you're exhausted and supporting you with the work despite your insistence that you do everything solo. as long as you give him your heart and love to him, that’s all he wants.

“ready to leave, y/n?” a voice asked behind you. it was geto, your friend.

“yeah.” you nod your head. “i need a break. you?”

geto chuckles. “wish i could say the same.”

“how come?”

“gojo and i promised each other a date and his idea of a date is to go to a bar..”

you chuckled. “i’m guessing your boyfriend needs to ‘unwind’, huh?”

geto playfully rolls his eyes. “you could say that..”

you both then headed to the hallway where geto would drop you off at nanami’s office so that you could go on the promised date with him. you and geto had been talking about how your days had gone and him complaining about how clingy his lover gets when he's drunk.

however, you were carrying such a heavy bag that you were blind to the fact that it had unintentionally bumped into a man who was passing by.

you quickly realized and turned your head to the man. “i’m so sorry about that, sir.”

“tch, you should be sorry!” the man spat at you.

you and geto halted as the man turned his attention to you. he doesn’t look like he works here.

“you think you can just bump into me and get away with it?”

“i apologize, sir, i didn’t mea-”

“god, just shut the hell up! i bet you bumped into me on purpose, huh?”

geto intervened right away. “sir, they just didn’t see you. they have no intention o-”

the man laughed. “oh so now they have a lousy bodyguard to protect them, i see how it is.”

you didn’t know how to act. you didn’t mean to bump into him on purpose. all you want to do is grab hold of yourself and bolt with geto to get out of this situation. and geez, what’s up with this guy making a big deal?

“listen, they bumped into me so that they could humiliate me? well i’m not having it! they’re just a waste of space, wanting to humiliate anyone and everyone.” the man continued as he pointed his finger at you. “you should be humiliated instead! you’re embarrassing to even be working here. you don’t belong here with that stickin’ fucking attitude! if i were your boss, i would fire you and get you banned from even stepping foot into this establishment!”

you could feel tears pouring up to your eyes. you didn't mean to bump into him so that he could yell at you for being so ashamed in this place. geto notices and makes an effort to soothe the irate man, but it doesn't appear to be working as he keeps babbling about how embarrassing you are. god, you've had a long day and, particularly now, you really need a break.

“is everything all right here?” a deep soothing voice came from behind you. you turn to see your beloved boyfriend, nanami. you wanted to sprint up to him and let it all out in his arms.

nanami glanced at the man who’s still babbling about you after noticing your tears. the man quickly noticed nanami.

“HEY! you the boss?” he questioned.

nanami kept his cool despite seeing you in tears. he knew the man made you upset because of his loud tone. “yes, sir. is something wrong?”

“oh finally! fire this brat here!” he pointed at you. “they bumped into me on purpose and they shouldn’t work here. matter of fact, they shouldn’t even belong here! also while you’re at it, fire this good-for-nothing’s terrible bodyguard here!”

you were unable to contain it at that point. you turn your head toward the wall as you weep, making an effort staying quiet. geto clenched his fist and jaw but kept his cool. he turned to you and comforted you by giving you a gentle shoulder rub.

nanami saw and he wanted to wipe away your tears with his hands. he wanted to wipe them all. you shouldn’t shed tears over a loser who made offense at you accidentally bumping into him. he reached your face in an attempt to console you, but you covered it with your hands. he feels bad seeing you in this state.

in his head, he wants to hurt the man who’s mistreating his employees like this, especially you. no one should treat you like this, no one should treat other human beings like garbage. it was unacceptable.

geto swiftly explained to him what had happened. nanami became even more enraged at the idea of that man yelling at his employees, especially you, just because you accidentally bumped into him. nanami nodded at geto and then approached the man. the man took a step back, dwarfed by nanami’s intense gaze.

“i see you’ve made a big deal out of an inadvertent bump with one of my employees.” nanami’s gaze penetrated through the man’s eyes.

“h-huh?” the man stammered, being afraid of nanami’s glare. “b-but they did it on purpo-”

“on purpose or not, you have no right to yell at my employees like that.” nanami cut him off.

you’re done wiping your tears on your sleeves as nanami continues on, and you turn to look at the man and notice that his face is getting white. serves him right. and as you were aware, nanami is usually displeased or even furious when he interrupts someone.

abruptly, a few well-suited security officers approached behind nanami.

“you want him away, boss?” one of them asked. you notice geto putting his phone away— guess he was the one contacting the security as he comforted you.

nanami gestured with a nod and a finger at the man. “before you’re escorted out of my building, apologize to my employees.”

“but-” the man remarked before backing up more as nanami got closer to him.

“now.” nanami’s tone grew stern and demanding. “don’t squander their time and mine.”

the man immediately fell to his knees in front of you and geto after being shaken to his very core. “i-i apologize for making a big deal out of you bumping into me! please forgive me!”

he looks so pathetic. geto gave a “tch,” but forgave him and you exhaled deeply.

“you’re forgiven.” you folded your arms.

later, the security dragged him away as he appeared ashamed to be lectured by the company's ceo. that’s right. it’s him who ought to feel ashamed for creating such a fuss, not you.

but the grief from his comments remains. you're not sure why. perhaps those remarks still affect you since you had a difficult day. or perhaps.. he was right—you felt ashamed to work here. maybe even an embarrassment.

“suguru.” nanami turns his head at both you and geto. you both straighten yourself.

“yes, sir?” geto asked.

“you should head home, you deserve a break after what happened.”

“i will. thank you, sir.” geto nods. he then patted you on the shoulder before turning to leave so both you and nanami have more privacy. nanami then glances down at you and you jump a little, his gaze can still make you feel uneasy.

you try to apologize in order to break the ice. “i’m so sorry, sir.. i didn’t mean-”

“do you think we can continue this conversation in my office?” he asked. you notice his attention shifting to the right and when you looked, some people were staring at you and nanami. crap, they must’ve seen what happened.

you nod as both you and nanami walk down through the hallway to reach the elevator and to his office. once you both reached there, he contacted his personal assistant, ijichi, to cancel the remaining meetings for the day since he had personal matters to deal with, which is you. it was peaceful and quiet when you two entered; a dimly lit office radiates comfort. he placed his phone on his desk, helped you in setting your bag down next to it, and urged you to have a seat so you could tell your side of the story.

he listened. he’s always listening to you. he hears your sobs, how you apologize to the man and how that man didn’t take shit from your apologies.

while you were explaining, nanami's jaw and hand tensed, something you missed to notice. how dare he yell at you and call you names just because you bumped into him? he considers those idiots to be garbage. he noticed your tears when you were explaining. were you genuinely convinced that his words were accurate?

"y/n, i'm so sorry you have to put up with that bastard." nanami sighed, wishing the man would suffer more consequences.

“thank you for saving both geto and me..” you exhaled as you finished providing your side of the story. “and i’m sorry that i bumped into that man.”

nanami went silent for a few seconds but continued on.

“y/n, people make common mistakes, especially bumping into someone. yes, you bumped into him by accident and you apologize, but that man made a big deal out of it. he shouldn’t yell at you and geto like that just because of that situation.”

you look up at him. “really?”

“it’s not your fault, y/n.” he nods. “please.. don’t blame yourself for it.”

he’s right. it’s not your fault. but.. why do the man's words still haunt you?

“you’re embarrassing to even be working here. you don’t belong here with that stickin’ fucking attitude!”

nanami is aware of your inability to go past the man's remarks. then a thought flashed into his mind. if you choose not to heed his consoling remarks, you will nonetheless be able to hear him through his words and, more importantly, by his deeds. he rose from his chair and approached you. you arched an eyebrow and gazed at him, puzzled, until all of a sudden you felt like you were being lifted off the chair and onto his desk. he moved closer to you, kicking the chair out of the way and putting his entire frame between your legs.

you swallowed without understanding what he was doing, but you could feel him kissing you, feeling his lips meeting yours, his hands reaching up to the back of your neck to intensify the kiss, the way he rubs against you swiftly and feels beneath your pants.

“y/n..” he groans, breaking the kiss. “if you still feel guilty, allow me.. to distract you.”

“distract..?” you asked, panting heavily from the kiss.

“yes.. will you let me touch you further?” you could feel his bulge and his firm grip intensifying, his hands now roaming your waist.

he asks. he always asks. your comfort should come first when it comes to having sex. you nod and ask, “is your office soundproof?”

nanami reached for the button on his desk to lock his office door. “now it should be.”

you felt him carefully taking off each of your clothes as you drew him in closer for a kiss. he loves to savor the moment. knowing that his love is genuine, you whimpered as soon as you felt his warm touch against your skin. he gently grabbed your wrists as you attempted to take off his clothes by holding onto the blazer and pulling it out of him.

"let me do it.” he murmured, his voice growing raspier.

you moaned as he released his hold on your wrists and buried a kiss on your lower jaw.

“don't worry about me, y/n. i’ll be concentrating on you. you don’t need to do anything right now."

with one arm, you heard him unbuckle his belt to remove his pants, and you felt him remove your top with the other, leaving you bare. nanami then catches both of your wrists, swiftly removes his silk tie from his shirt to bind them, and lowers you on his desk as you bury yourself in embarrassment, feeling your body and cheeks burn in the dark. feeling the cold glass against your skin makes you gasp, yet nanami's warm body from above soothes you.

then, panting fervently, nanami removed his blazer and quickly unbuttoned his shirt while maintaining eye contact with you. you moaned as he took off his boxers and displayed his massive cock with loads of precum, leaving you to wonder how long he had been waiting. you looked away, preparing yourself for him, but as you felt his cock grind against you, he lowered himself to you and grabbed your chin to face him.

"nanami.." you whimpered, wanting him to fuck you already.

“are you ready, y/n?” he asked.

you couldn’t wait anymore. you press up against him, hearing his seductive groan escape his throat.

“yes, please..” you begged.

you thought he’s gonna take you here, but not yet. he had to get you prepared– prepared for the pleasure, prepared for him in particular. he will undoubtedly distract your mind from that man's insulting words.

he stood up and moved to kiss your thighs from below. you writhed as his wet, warm lips traveled up your thigh and onto that sensitive area of you– sensing his lips on yours.

then without a blink, nanami then began to lick you, probing you with his tongue. you clasped your hands on your mouth to silence yourself.

the moment nanami starts to lick and suck you more quickly, your whole body trembles. his groans vibrate against you as his nose rubs against your sensitive areas. as if he were a starving guy, he’s essentially feasting on you. his name practically cried out of your muffled mouth. no matter how much you try to stop him, he will not stop until you are ready for him. it makes no difference how tightly you close your thighs. it's almost as if your legs are made of jelly from the overwhelming stimulation.

you felt your stomach getting tighter and tighter, your body getting hotter and hotter beneath your muffled mouth, until at last you lost it. as you came, his mouth and chin were coated with your own juices. your chest heaves uncontrollably from the overstimulation as he laps at you eagerly, wanting a taste of your cum.

you can see he isn't quite content as your face flushes when you catch a glimpse of him. there's still hunger in his eyes. he is committed to capturing your attention—and yours alone.

“i’m not done yet.” he panted in a low, grating voice.

and you're eventually here, biting your lip to contain your moans as you feel the intensity of nanami's thrusts inside you. and it appears you forgot his office is soundproof. nanami leans down to give you a kiss while your arousal is still in his lips.

"don't hide." nanami groans, feeling your warm walls squeezing him.

your voice is what nanami loves to hear the most when he makes love to you. as you felt him becoming larger, he lowered himself to gently suck your neck, your voice turning him on more and more.

"you're making me feel this way," he moans, breathing more heavily.

“w-wha..?” you asked, feeling his warm breath on your neck.

"allowing me to be the way i am around you. how much you turned me on, you know that?"

you squirmed, gripping his shoulders more as you became more vocal as you felt him stroking and pounding you.

“n-namami..!”

“that’s it, y/n.. let it all out. let me hear you.”

you held onto him more tightly, unable to contain yourself any longer. nanami smirked as you screamed his name and he continued to mark your chest.

"look at how fucking gorgeous you are, y/n.” nanami spoke to you in such a way that you swear you felt like you were in heaven. with your thoughts numbed, all you could do was utter his name endlessly.

“fuck.. i never regret having you here at my building.”

you gazed at him genuinely as his words awakened you. did he really mean that?

"nanami." you whimpered, unsure if you should embrace him or cry in his arms right now. "am i always embarrassing you at least?" you added, wanting to hear more from him.

nanami left another mark on your neck by nipping you fiercely and giving you a hard thrust inside of you. you cried out as you felt his cock almost sinking more and deeper into you.

“never y/n, no, you never make me feel embarrassed." you drew him in closer, kissing him as a thank you.

you love him because he never tells you lies—his words are always accurate—you love him because he lets you be who you are around him, and you love that he says he never regrets meeting you and that you have never made him feel embarrassed. you could feel your eyes welling up with tears. not out of pain, but comfort. nanami gave you a kiss on your tears and grinned, the kind of smile he saves for no one else—not for his friends or acquaintances—but for you right now.

his words quickly cause you to forget what the man said. you come to the conclusion that his remarks no longer pain you and that he's just a stranger you'll never see again. nanami’s prediction that he was going to distract your thoughts came true.

“i love you, nanami!” you blurted out as you felt your high intensifying and his words sinking in. “i love you! i love you..!”

nanami chuckles with his hoarse voice. “i love you too, y/n. never forget that.”

nanami’s thrusts and strokes became rougher as your high approached, as you clawed his back to hold on to him. guess he’s getting close too.

“fuck y/n..” he moaned. “are you close?”

“y-yes!” you moaned. “i’m close! i’m close!”

“then go ahead and cum, y/n. i got you.”

as you descended from your high, you cried out his name while cumming onto nanami’s fingers and feeling all of his warm cum inside of you. nanami groans loudly and moans your name as he came inside you, feeling your walls tighten around him and your cum finally coating his fingers and cock. you both panted as you sank onto his desk, and you whined a little as he slowly withdrew.

when you noticed him sucking your cum from his fingertips, your flush got even hotter. he chuckled softly as he realized. he bent down once more to plant a kiss on you, allowing you to taste yourself once again.

gazing into one other's eyes, you both release the hold on each other.

“you think we can still go to our promised date?” you asked.

“are you asking me after our wonderful moment?” he grinned.

“y-yeah, just asking..”

after giving it some thought, nanami asked, "is it possible for our scheduled date to double? i want to see how geto is handling his well being in light of what transpired. if you would still like to go to our primary promised date, that is acceptable.”

you gave a hurried nod. “actually i wanna see how he’s holding up too.”

since you were having difficulty feeling your legs, nanami assisted you in putting on your clothes, and you made an effort to assist him as well. once you're both dressed, you give geto a call to check if he's still in the bar. it was fortunate for you both that geto was still there, enjoying food with gojo and shoko. shoko was also present in the bar, where she rapidly became a third wheel for the two of them.

nanami draped your bag over his broad shoulders and carried you bridal style. you two had no trouble leaving the building because, fortunately, nobody else was present. after that, nanami contacted his driver to arrange for him to grab you both and take you to the bar where gojo, geto, and shoko were hanging out. nanami assisted you in fixing your messed-up self during that period as the car picked you both up.

nanami carried you inside the bar even after you both arrived, where you both saw gojo consuming alcohol irrationally from the front at the booth table. geto and shoko both gave him a weary expression. you snicker at what you see.

“having fun?” you teasingly asked. both geto and shoko shook their heads to you.

“please save us.” geto sighed, taking a swig from his glass.

“getoo, i love youu~” gojo slurred.

“i love you too, but you’re drunk right now.”

nanami and you each had a seat saved when shoko patted the area next to hers. nanami seats you in between him and shoko. geto was trying to talk gojo out of drinking across from you.

“y/n, whatever your alcohol tolerance is, please don’t be as overstimulated as him.” shoko giggled.

“i won’t.” you grinned, taking the ambience.

after that, you all enjoyed the bar food, with nanami feeding you, shoko going about her business, gojo being a clumsy man, and geto grudgingly lending a hand.

you forgot about the man from the previous ugly remarks and were quickly replaced by nanami and this cozy moment. you appreciated this night with free beverages and free food that is paid by both geto and nanami. nanami responded enthusiastically to your prompt kiss on his cheek with a kiss on your forehead. he may do it with people he feels comfortable with around him, and that's with them right now. you are aware of and appreciate his lack of interest in pda.

and with that, you all enjoyed this fantastic night together as you all toast a wonderful evening.

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kleoyeager78 · 1 year ago

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Can i request a kento nanami one shot where kentos a cold ceo who had a assistant who is very cute and kind but has a secret praising kink and kento figure out so yk stuff happen 🤭😻

High standards | Nanami x reader

Tw: smut

“I SAID HAVE THOSE PAPERS READY BY NINE IF THEY ARENT YOU CAN START LOOKING FOR A NEW JOB” Nanami yelled at one of his employees before slamming his office door and walking over to his desk.

Just as he was about to put his head down because the way nothing was going according to his plans today had his stress levels so high he heard a knock at the door making him groan, “come in”

“Shachou, I have those papers you asked for an hour ago! They are completed” you handed them to him and he looked over them with a little smile,

“You’re the reason my standards for this office are so high y'know” he looked up at you with a small grin, “No one works as hard as you y/n -San and it’s pissing me off” he lets out a little laugh, but it’s dry. Like nothing is funny to him at all and that he’s quite agitated,

“I do my best sir and will continue to do so for as long as I work here! If you need anything else please let me know and it’ll be done in a timely manner” you looked at him trying not to show how his earlier words had you flustered, you loved when he let you know how good your work was, it did something to you both physically and mentally,

“You’re such a good girl” he closed his eyes and leaned his head back looking up at the ceiling, “Will you make sure that everyone finishes on time? I need to take a long break” you saw that ge was undoing his tie while saying all this and that only made you want to go feral, he looked so hot doing almost nothing.

“Yes sir I’m on it!” You walked out his office and began to get everyone in line. For the most part you helped people but for the other part you just did the work because you didn’t like how some of them worked and you knew Nanami wouldn’t either.

At the end of the day when everyone has went home you still had a load of paperwork to do so you sat in your office and did it not even noticing everyone had left because you were so immersed in the work.

Your door knob twisted and in came Nanami looking at you with confusion, “why are you here so late?” He asked making you finally look up,

“It’s only six I’ll leave in about another hour sir! I’ll be sure to lock up as well” you sent him a smile before getting back to work,

“Y/n it’s eight” Nanami looked at his watch and then you,

“Crap I have less time than I thought” you mumbled to yourself and started working faster,

You didn’t notice Nanami had come behind you until he spoke, “the fact you’re rushing yet your work remains flawless” he praised making you flustered,

Your legs instinctively rubbed together and you had to forcefully stop them, “Thank you sir” you tried really hard to tame yourself but at this point you were sure he knew what he was doing to you because he stayed closed to you not saying anything and of course he could’ve just been observing your work but only a fool wouldn’t be able to see the affects this man had on your body and you knew for a fact Nanami was no fool,

You could feel his steamy breath on your neck as he spoke, “Are you hungry?” He gently spoke into your ear,

“Are you sir?” You asked a bit nervously,

“Very” he continued to speak gently into your ear,

“I can go get you food after I’m finished with this paper it’ll only take a minute. Did you have in mind something you wanted to eat?” You asked rushing to finish your work.

“You” he said with no hesitation. After saying that he straightened his back and put each one his arms on the side of your desk while standing behind your chair basically trapping you in between him.

“Sha-“ you started to speak but he quickly cut you off,

“You didn’t think your flustered faces and body language went unnoticed by me did you?”

You tried to stand up and he noticed this so he moved out your way and rolled your chair out of his way. You looked at him with shock all over your face, “Sir I-I” he cut you off with a kiss that you didn’t deny,

“Call me kento.” He said cupping your thighs and placing you on the desk. He spread your legs so that he could be in the middle of them, he place his hand on the back of your neck and pushed you into another kiss it’s not like it was hard for him to do so though, you barely could keep up with what was happening but you sure didn’t mind Nanami touching your body.

Nanami started to move down to your neck and you tilted your head back to give him more access,

As he sucked on your neck he couldn’t help but admire the moans that left your mouth, he couldn’t help but move faster so that he could get to the more sensitive parts of your body to hear them more.

He began to unbuckle your shirt and you helped him. As soon as he got it off he was unclasping your bra and showing your boobs some affection too,

You tried your best to keep down your moans but Nanami didn’t appreciate that, it didn’t take him long for him to take off your skirt and panties and have your bare ass bent over the desk,

He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants and boxers “Be a good girl and don’t hold back those pretty moans” was the only thing he said before entering you from behind,

He didn’t even let you adjust to him before he started pounding your pussy with no mercy, he loved the wet sounds your pussy made as he pounded into you but most of all he enjoyed the sounds that left your mouth,

You were moaning so loud. He was glad the only people in the building were the custodians,

“I can’t-“ you moan, not even being able to finish your sentence. Your eyes were in the back of your head at this point,

You suddenly squirted on Nanami and couldn’t keep yourself up so he put his hands on your waist and his thrust only got rougher,

Then you felt it.

Your legs began to shake and you creamed on his cock.

This made him speed up only making your legs shake more violently and also caused you to moan and cry from the pressure,

After just a couple of minutes he exited your pussy and just as you thought he was done and was just going to nut on your back you felt him put just the tip of cock in your ass and he fucked it until his cum was leaking out of him and into it. Some of it dripping down to your pussy causing him to fuck it in there.

By the end you could barely walk or speak, your throat hurt so bad from moaning.

Kento took you to get something to eat and then took you home, he noticed that you couldn’t physically do anything after what happened in the office so he ended up crashing at your place,

He made sure that you were not only feed but clean and that was enough for him to call it a night,

A/n ~ I completely forgot how to write smut I’m so sorry yall I wish I could’ve done better on this one

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azuramarigold · 3 days ago

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Underground Dealings

Synopsis: You were a typical office worker that one day gets fired at your job at a smaller office ran by Naoya Zen'in, but your friend, Yuji Itadori, who works at a small coffee shop that you discovered a year ago on your way to work, suggests that you apply to his uncle's company. What you didn't realize was that your assets were going to be important to the company in every department, and that every head, from the CEO to legal has their own underground dealings on what keeps the company afloat.

Characters: officeworker!reader x CEO!Sukuna, officeworker!reader x businessassociate!Gojo, officeworker!reader x salaryman!Nanami; other pairings to be added

Other characters: Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Naoya Zen'in, Maki Zen'in, Mai Zen'in, Uraume; other characters to be added.

Genre: modern au, eventual smut, 18+, angst, violence, gore

WARNINGS: (eventual) smut, blood, violence, gore, using weapons, death, drug use, smoking, alcohol use, cussing.

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Ch 2. Word count: ~4.2k

Chapter 2: Tour of the Office

“If you can sign here, here, and initial here…”

The attorney that sat in front of you was older, him with nice dark, disheveled hair and eyes with a large nose, but honestly was still quite attractive, and with a strong jaw. He wore a black tailored suit and black tie with a crisp white dress shirt, it wasn't too extravagant – simple and neat. He used a long finger to point at every spot for you to sign on your new employee contract – deliberate and to the point.

“You'll also be given a personal work laptop and personal cellphone as well,” the attorney stated, he had introduced himself as Hiromi Higuruma. Said items were beside him, a simple thin black laptop and the newest model of the top-of-the-line smartphone – your own phone was a few models behind. “You’ll need to sign an agreement regarding these.” Higuruma then pulled out a couple of documents.

The documents were simple enough. They stated that you would not use the laptop for personal use such as storing photos, personal data, etc. It was the same for the phone, the phone was to be used to contact clients, arrange things for Mr. Ryōmen for business trips, order necessary things for him, and for him to contact you directly; you were to not give that phone number to anyone unless Mr. Ryōmen gave permission.

“So, no Candy Crush?” you joked with a slight smile after you read over the contract.

Higuruma looked at you with tired eyes. “Mr. Itadori tried that on his phone…” he sighed. “Mr. Ryōmen didn’t approve.”

“Wouldn’t go easy on his own nephew, huh?” you grimaced as you signed. You signed your name with semi-bad penmanship, something your teachers have scolded you for years for, but you never bothered to correct as your mind worked too fast to care for neat handwriting.

“If anything, the boss is harder on him,” the attorney informed with a slight grin. “He wants Mr. Itadori to be successful.”

“Yuji never talked about his uncle before…” you mentioned. “Only his grandfather… Is there a reason?”

“That is not my place,” Higuruma replied stoically, his grin disappearing. He then slipped out another piece of paper. “I almost forgot… you also need to sign an NDA agreement.”

You internally sighed. You were familiar with those in your line of work. Back when you were an intern during your college days you had to sign quite a few while you were at numerous offices. Then you had to sign one while working with Naoya.

After a moment or two of reading over everything – which was quite standard stuff – you signed off on everything. Higuruma took the papers back and neatly put everything in his suitcase. He slid over the laptop and cellphone over to you.

“You of course can put the laptop and phone in any type of case you like,” he told you with a sly smile. “You do get the luxury of having a company credit card as well.” Higuruma then handed you a red card, heavy in your hands as it was made of a heavier material than traditional credit cards.

Sheepishly, you pawed over the card, noting that there was no significant bank name on it. Its red color was almost a metallic color, reminding you of freshly spilled blood. There was no name on it either, making you wonder how it could be proven to be used as a card, but sure enough there was a magnetic stripe and a chip reader on it.

“Mr. Ryōmen doesn’t mind what is spent on that card,” Higuruma specified to you. “So, no need to go to him for approval, or do anything for paperwork regarding what you spent on.”

You raised a brow in confusion. Many, if not all, companies expected receipts when something was bought. Or they expected a full ledger report on what you were going to use the money for just to deny you it and watch you squirm.

Once you were done in Higuruma’s office, he led you out and standing in front of the door was the white-haired man from the day prior.

“Why, hello there, Y/N!”

“Ah, Mr. Gojo, it’s nice to run into you again,” you greeted with a smile.

Gojo’s crystal blue eyes brightened. “Ah, it’s great running into you again, sweets!” he jested. His eyes darted over to Higuruma, who was getting another document from his briefcase. “Higuruma, I know you are not grabbing what I think you are grabbing!”

“A sexual harassment form?” Higuruma deadpanned. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

“Asshole, put that away!” Gojo hissed angrily. “She’ll get the wrong idea!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, trying, and failing to cover it up with your hand. “What brings you here, Mr. Gojo?”

Gojo gave a large smile. “Well, you’re officially hired, so, I thought as a lovely gentleman I would give you a tour – HIGURUMA STOP FILLING OUT THE DAMN FORM!”

There was the subtle sound of Higuruma’s pen haphazardly scratching at the paper on the surface of the wall, filling out the necessary, or in Gojo’s mind unnecessary, parts.

“Just getting a head start,” the attorney mumbled. He then put the paper away. “Now, Ms. Y/N, the phone I gave you already has some numbers programmed into it. It of course as Mr. Ryōmen’s number, Uraume’s, Mr. Itadori’s, mine, and every department head in the company along with their secretary.”

Gojo’s eyes sparkled mischievously behind his glasses. “Oh, that means you already have my number!” he informed teasingly. “Feel free to program it into your personal phone as well!” He gave a not-so-subtle wink.

Higuruma’s hand twitched toward his briefcase again for the form.

“I swear to any deity that is willing to listen to me, Hiromi, I am going to beat the fuck out of you if you keep doing that!” Gojo threatened, raising a fist and waving it at him.

“Not very wise to threaten an attorney, Satoru,” Higuruma quipped back, a smile playing on his lips. “Anyways, we are finished here, Ms. Y/N. If you would like to go with Gojo for a tour, I guess I cannot stop you.”

You gave Higuruma a bow, ignoring the slight hike in your skirt that you for sure Gojo noticed. The skirt you wore was a tad bit shorter than you’d like, but it was the only clean one that you had available.

“Thank you, Mr. Higuruma,” you thanked. You then took the phone and laptop, cradling the laptop under your arm.ō

Earlier when you arrived back at Ryōmen Enterprises for your new employee paperwork, the receptionist, Shoko, had set you up with your new employee badge. She took your picture, complimented your hairstyle and makeup, and printed it on a nice official badge. Shoko had given you a generic lanyard for it but informed you that you can use any type of lanyard you’d like.

As Mr. Ryōmen’s personal assistant now, you have access to every part of the building. Basically, if Mr. Ryōmen, Yuji, and Uraume had access to something, you had access to something. In a way it was refreshing, you had a lot more access to things than when you were with Naoya.

Gojo was trying to be a decent guide as he wanted to start from the ground up. On the ground floor he re-introduced you to Shoko first, stating that he and her had gone to high school together and in turn when to college together.

“Actually, a lot of us went to school together,” Gojo pointed out with a smile.

You quirked an eyebrow. “Just how old are you then, Mr. Gojo?” you inquired with a sly smile.

He gave an over-exaggerated open mouth gasp, putting his hand to his chest. “My, my…! How rude asking a young man his age!” he dramatically stated while Shoko chuckled.

“He just turned 32,” Shoko informed coyly. Gojo glared at her in return.

“Keep smoking and your 32 is going to turn into 62 real fast!” Gojo quipped back.

You tilted your head to the side. You didn't think Gojo and Shoko looked any older than yourself, mid-twenties. In fact, you wonder how old Mr. Ryōmen was, as he was Yuji's uncle, he didn't look very old either.

“So, did you guys go to school with Mr. Ryōmen then…?” you then asked curiously.

“We met in college,” Shoko explained lightly. “He's a few years older than us.”

You nodded. “It's just… like you guys, he doesn't look his age…” you noted. “It's weird he has a 19-year-old nephew.”

Gojo shrugged offhandedly. “I think his twin brother knocked up a girl like, right after high school…” he mentioned.

“Explains why Yuji and he look so much alike…!” you nearly gasped aloud.

“Yeah, no shit!” Gojo laughed. “I thought Yuji was his kid at first. I was told to shut the fuck up and get back to work.”

“Which you should be doing right now,” a deep voice rumbled.

Comically, it looked like shivers ran up Gojo's spine and tingled through his white hair.

“Oh…! Boss!” Gojo greeted smoothly as he spun around to see Mr. Ryōmen large form behind him. “What a pleasant surprise~!”

“Get back to fucking work, Gojo!” Mr. Ryōmen griped, his face flushed with anger, teeth gritted, a vein about to pop from his forehead. “I swear to fucking Christ, the Brat does more work than you do and I catch him looking at AI porn of Jennifer Lawrence on his damn tablet!”

Gojo gave a low whistle, “Kid got balls, man…”

“Satoru…”

“Alright, alright…!” Gojo griped, raising his hands up in surrender. “I just wanted to give the new girl a tour is all!”

Mr. Ryōmen seemed to finally notice that you were standing there awkwardly to the side, now clutching your new work laptop to your chest. You gave a sheepish smile and wave. Mr. Ryōmen narrowed his eyes at the white-haired man.

“Did Higuruma already start paperwork on your ass, because if he didn’t, I’m-”

“What the actual fuck…” Gojo groaned in complete dismay before finally walking away in utter defeat.

Before he could say anything to Shoko, the phone rang, and she promptly answered it with a faux smile and peppy voice.

“Y/N,” Mr. Ryōmen said to you.

“Yes…!” you answered with an almost terrified squeak.

“Come with me, I’ll show you around,” he then ordered.

“Yes, sir.”

Mr. Ryōmen started on the bottom floor, which made sense since that was where you were. The bottom floor had the few receptionists that were there, Shoko being the lead one. There were a couple of college aged students that were interns that ran the back office making copies of documents and ran a small office for filing.

He then showed the small café area where the workers got their coffees and some snacks. There was one lone barista, and he wasn’t all too busy since the morning rush was done.

“I’ll admit he doesn’t get too much business here,” Mr. Ryōmen grinned. “I’ll probably not renew his contract after its up.”

“Oh, why is that…?” you asked politely.

“Ever since I bought that coffee shop for the Brat and he’s been working there with his little friends, most of the employees here get their coffee from him on their way here,” he explained with almost a proud tone. “Some even go on their lunch break for more coffee or the little lunches they have – everyone says the coffee and pastries are better there and love the customer service.” He gave you a side glance, a smirk playing on his lips. “And I recall a little someone walking in this morning also carrying one of those coffees.”

Your face immediately flushed red. “Oh… well… that coffee shop was how I met Yuji and the others…” You admit that it the coffee was indeed better there than most chains, and you always enjoyed the hand decorated desserts that Megumi and Yuji did together. After hearing that Yuji wanted to franchise it out after getting a business degree, you wonder if that nice charm would still be there.

“So, I’m gonna be paying you to buy my nephew’s coffee?”

“What…!? Oh, no…!” You were trying to quickly explain yourself when you heard that he was chuckling under his breath. You frowned, realizing he was playing a joke. “Oh, ha, ha…”

The tour continued to a large staff break room that had a complete kitchen with state-of-the-art stainless-steel appliances. The refrigerator was stocked with bottled water, sparkling water, and soda, along with some employees’ packed lunches with their names written on them. A few microwaves were attached against the walls and quite large, proving to be better than an average break room's 300-watt microwave.

The countertops were a nice dark granite, something you would see in a six-figure home and not in a break room. There were small towers in random spots that held condiments and seasonings, all available to twirl to get what you needed. A few spots had electric stoves, so anyone was able to reheat something on a stovetop instead of a microwave. And lastly a lovely double oven was in the center.

“Once in a while for parties I have professional chefs come and cook for the staff,” Mr. Ryōmen said. “But anyone is allowed to use the facilities here to prepare their lunch – as long as they clean up after themselves.” He stressed that last line heavily.

You couldn't help but chuckle at that. “You make it sound like you have a couple of children here that don't look after themselves,” you nearly laughed.

“Yuji can cook very well, he's an excellent chef in the making, but the fucker can't clean up after himself to save his life,” Mr. Ryōmen stressed heavily, you took note that this is the first time he referred to his nephew by name. “And Gojo, he'll start a fire just looking at an empty bowl… in the sink that has water in it.”

“Oh, dear…” you nearly laughed. “That’s bad.”

On the next floor on the tour were sales. The sales department was run by a man named Suguru Geto, who had the longest mane of black hair tied up you had ever seen. He gave you a friendly smile and shook your hand while he introduced himself. He didn't wear a suit jacket, most likely had it hung up somewhere, as he was just sporting a black dress shirt and purple tie with black dress pants and shoes.

You had a feeling that you would be working with Geto a bit more than other departments as sales connect with clients a lot more. So, you chatted with him for a moment before a young girl with caramel colored hair tied in a neat bun with part of her hair as ringlets framing her face, her light brown eyes wide with worry as she gripped a piece of paper in her hands.

“Mr. Geto…!” the girl nearly wailed. “I just got news from the client…! They want another revision…!” She then fussed as her dark purple skirt and cream cashmere sweater while bouncing between her feet nervously.

Geto gave you a smile and excused himself for a moment. “Nanako, you and Mimiko have done it four times already, yes…?” he pressed, clearly trying to keep his agitation to a minimum – clearly it was toward the client and not the young girl.

“Yes…” Nanako tearfully replied. “But they want another…”

Geto's eye twitched. “Damn monkey…” he muttered under his breath. “Nothing but a circus show here…”

Mr. Ryōmen seemed to know when Geto got in the mood it was time to leave. He escorted you from the office and headed to the next part of the tour, you were looking over your shoulder to see an almost devilish smile on Geto’s face as he was on the phone with the client.

The next floor was marketing, although you could tell by seeing Mr. Ryōmen’s face he would rather skip it since it was Gojo’s department. However, it was part of the tour.

With marketing, Gojo’s job was to make sure the brand was profitable and to help team up with sales to create awareness for clients. Gojo and Geto were high school best friends, so they were very familiar with each other and worked well together.

Speaking of the devil, Gojo sat at his desk, his head cradled with one hand as he was on the phone no doubt with a client himself. His brows were furrowed angrily while he had a couple of people bussing about with numerous papers.

In your line of work from previous companies, you have also dealt with marketing. There was no doubt that you would be working with Gojo as well as Geto. Luckily, Gojo was very easygoing, and since he was close to Geto you were sure you would get along with the raven-haired man as well.

Gojo, having no time to do his usual charms, uncradled his head and used the now free arm to give you a subtle wave. He went back to what he was doing, looking as though he wanted whoever was on the other line to explode.

Mr. Ryōmen decided to skip the next floor, as you were already there earlier – legal. You have already met Mr. Higuruma and the attorney showed you around. There were only a few lawyers with the company, but Mr. Ryōmen trusted Higuruma the most as they were classmates in high school and were roommates in college.

The next floor was finance, which was run by Kento Nanami. He was a tall, blonde man with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline, his hair neatly parted. Like the other heads of their respective departments, he was wearing a suit, but he wore beige with a dark, royal blue dress shirt with a spotted yellow tie and a pair of brown dress shoes.

He was not very sociable as his greeting was short and curt, his hazel eyes barely taking a glance at you. It seemed Nanami was busy as he was looking through papers and asking others in his area to go over the numbers once more, including his second in command, Yuu Haibara.

Sales, marketing, and finance all work closely together in a business – and as the personal assistant to the CEO of the company, now it is your duty to make sure to get the details of each department and make sure everything was running smoothly. Again, you will most likely get along with Gojo and Geto, but Nanami seemed very intimidating.

There were a few other departments that Mr. Ryōmen introduced you to as well, such as IT, run by Takuma Ino, who Mr. Ryōmen had to remind him apparently once again to remove his beanie while in the office. The young man, who was the same age as you, only gave a sheepish smile as he complied while he introduced himself. He had messy brown hair, messy from his beanie, and large brown eyes, making him look much younger than he was – it didn't help that his professional attire was a dark gray polo shirt and black slacks with black and white canvas high-tops. In a way he was cute, you could admit that but compared to the other men you had just met Ino was almost too “Boy Next Door” type.

Several small administrative offices were in the building as well, each connected to the main departments run by each person you were introduced to. Many of the employees on the administration side seemed to be around your age, or even a couple of years younger, around the same age as the café trio you've come to befriend. They all seemed friendly and excited to meet you, although a but uneasy to see who you were accompanied by.

After roughly two hours of touring the building, Mr. Ryōmen even showed you where the supply room was and smaller kitchenette areas were for mini-fridges and coffee makers, you were finally back at the top floor where his office was located. Uraume was at their desk, typing away at the computer, their eyes glancing toward the two of you exiting the elevator before quickly finishing and getting up.

“Sir, I have Ms. Y/N’s desk prepared as you have asked,” Uraume informed with a slight bow.

“Ah, good, right-on time,” Mr. Ryōmen smiled. He then proceeded to lead you to a decently sized desk that was across from Uraume’s, but still in front of Mr. Ryōmen’s office. You could tell that the desk was new and sturdy, a nice, sleek desktop setup already booted-up with a printout of your new log-in information on the keyboard.

There was still enough room on the desk to put the laptop to the side and work on it. You didn’t have a desk phone as everything you would do as the CEO’s personal assistant would be through the work cellphone. While Uraume was the secretary and kept up with the paperwork in the office and meetings within the building with the staff, your job was more for his social meetings with clients outside the office.

You settled at the desk, the chair contouring to your body with easy. It was ergonomic with amazing lumbar support, and it even helped support your head and neck. You could easily sit in the chair for hours without pain. It sure beat the regular $20 Wal-Mart chair that Naoya had for your desk…

“You are free to put some personal objects on your desk,” Mr. Ryōmen informed you when he noticed you were in bliss from the chair. It sounded like he was trying to hold back a chuckle. “You know, like pictures, I know Ino and the Brat puts up little figurines on their desks.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, still content in the chair.

“I’m guessing you like the chair…?” your boss rumbled in amusement, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“This is the best damn chair I’ve ever sat on…” you sighed blissfully.

“Damn, getting a hard on over a chair?” the man nearly choked with a cackle.

“I am but a simple woman… nice chairs and maybe a nice cheese platter…”

Another low rumble escaped Mr. Ryōmen. “Well, I'll be sure to have a cheese platter for you as your official welcoming gift to the office.”

His comment snapped you out of your trance as you clumsily shot from your chair, causing it to nearly fly out from behind you. “Oh, no!” you nearly shrieked. “That is not necessary at all!” you insisted.

The man only laughed as he turned away from you to walk back into his office, waving overhead as he did.

For the rest of the day you sat at your new desk getting your desktop set up, Uraume helping you through the system and showing you the scheduling software. It was a couple of hours later when Yuji showed up to the office, in another crisp looking suit tailored, looking excited to see that you were officially there at a desk with Uraume.

“I told you I was starting today…” you nearly deadpanned to him. “This morning I did when I got my usual coffee…”

“It's so different from being told versus seeing it though!” Yuji said excitedly. Giddily, he almost ran to your desk at your side seeing what you were doing. “Did you already meet all the heads yet?”

You nodded. “Yeah, Mr. Ryōmen showed me around,” you replied.

Yuji blinked in surprise. “Really? He didn’t even show me around. He had Nanamin do it.”

You tilted your head to the side in confusion. “Nanamin…?” you repeated.

“Oh, Nanami in finance,” Yuji elaborated with a grin. “I just call him that.”

You honestly couldn’t imagine the blonde, stoic man tolerating that.

Yuji then shrugged. “Well, hopefully my uncle didn’t make you uncomfortable,” he then said.

The next hour was you finishing up all your login information, both Yuji and Uraume making sure you were all set. Mr. Ryōmen saw the two crowding you as he walked out of his office, raising a curious brow.

“You all settled?” he called out.

“She should be good!” Yuji answered for you with a thumbs up.

“Then she can go home, and you can actually do what you’re supposed to do!” Mr. Ryōmen snapped.

Yuji hung his head, and he groaned, “Dude, I don’t even get paid here…!”

“I literally bought you a whole ass coffee shop,” his uncle deadpanned. “Suck it up, Brat.”

“Ugh… yes, Uncle Kuna,” the young man grumbled.

You chuckled at the sudden familial nickname Yuji called your new boss. However, you did notice Mr. Ryōmen’s eye twitch slightly.

“Y/N,” Mr. Ryōmen then said, a devilish smile on his face. “You may leave now for the day. I have… some words to speak to my nephew.”

You didn’t need to be told twice as you logged out of the computer and gathered your items. As you began to walk away, you did wave at Uraume goodbye and went to do the same thing to Yuji, only to see Mr. Ryōmen dragging the poor boy into his office by the ear. All in all, you thought your first day wasn't too bad.

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The Affair chapter 2

AU: human ceo sukuna x female reader

Contains: fluff, smut, cheating, lying, unfaithful sukuna, falling in love, mentions of gojo and nanami

Summary: Sukuna did all he can to spend as much time with you as he could, even if that ment he had to lie about his true self to you just to keep you close to. It was easy to do this when he wife is gone. But soon all this time with you and the feeling of his heart. Sukuna had to say what was truly in his heart.

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chapter1 ch2 chapter3

The next day sukuna went into the office making his morning rounds with his coffee in hand. He stopped by his wife's office and was about to open the door but it was locked. One of his employees walked by him informing him that she didn't come in today. He wondered why.

He tried to call her but there was no answer. Sukuna went on about his day when his phone started to ring. He thought it could be you but when he saw it was his wife.

Being the concerned husband he is he answered it quickly, "hey where are you? You alright?" She sighed and said "yes of course I am alright. I thought you would have seen the email that was sent. I was called to a business trip from a company that wants to make a deal with my part of the company. I will be gone for a week." Sukuna went through his emails and saw the one she was talking about and let out a grunt.

"Oh and you didn't want to say anything to me about this after I left."

She hummed with annoyance saying "well I didn't think you cared since you left. So who did you go home with?" "No one. Even if I was with someone it was just a hickey. Or flirting like you did. But I guess have fun on your trip." She smirked and said "have fun with yourself love. When you get lonely just send me pictures. I will be home soon. Goodbye." She hung up on him as he sighed and said "love you too."

After work sukuna again was feeling stressed and his mind just raced with thoughts of his wife. She didn't even say anything to him about leaving or notified him of what this company does that's taking her on a trip. A lot of business men had their eye on his wife. She is beautiful, sexy and confident in her status. He just didn't feel like she is what he wants for a life partner. Maybe as a business one or a quick fuck but not to have a family.

As sukuna left work he walked to his car hearing his phone chime then looked at it seeing a message from you and smiled. He checked it seeing a picture of you holding up a plush white tiger with the text 'it reminded me of you because of your tattoos.' Spending his time with you this week should not be so bad he is actually looking forward to being with you.

Today you were out with your friends when you sent sukuna the picture of the plush. They looked at you with a giggle seeing the light purple bruising on your neck. "Hey y/n. What is with the hickey?" You looked at them with a blush and tried to cover it with your sweater saying "its nothing."

"Oh my gosh you had sex!" "Who was the lucky man you slept with?" You heard them asking you questions as you let out a sigh.

"I uhhh. Slept with sukuna." They begin to squeal and ask you questions. "Give us all the details about him. What does he look like down there?" "Is he big and thick?"

You put up your hands saying "hey guys calm down I will talk when we sit down and have lunch."

When you sat in the food court you told them a few details of sukuna. How his body looked and the tattoos that ran across his upper body. How big he is and how you got the hickies on your neck then the shower you shared with him after. They started to tease you about you and him being in love and wanting to be invited to the wedding.

Sukuna didn't change out of his dark suit after work as he sat in his car thinking of what he was going to do today. The first thing is to call just to see how you were doing. He heard the phone ringing waiting for your answer. You looked at your phone see sukuna was calling interrupting in the middle showing pictures of sukuna. Telling your friends to be quiet as you answered with a flirtatious "hello kuna."

He smirked starting his car saying "hello beautiful." You blushed hearing the new name as your friends leaned in to you to hear him. "Is everything alright sukuna?" He sighed and said "yes everything is good just got off work and I was wondering if you want to get lunch?"

"Oh, I am out right now with friends. I just had lunch with them." He rubbed the back of his neck saying "oh ok well then I will let you go and have fun." Your friends gasps as one said "let him come here and join us." "Yea don't be rude to that hot man let him come."

Sukuna heard the conversation and raised an eyebrow then heard you say "well sukuna do you want to join me and my friends?" He smirked and said "sure thing sweetheart. Just text me where you are at and I will be on my way." You said goodbye to him the hung up seeing your friend smiling and freaking out about seeing him.

After a few minutes you got a text from sukuna saying that he was there at the mall. You texted him that you were hanging out in the food court. Just as you looked over your heart stopped gazing at the man of your dreams.

Sukuna walked with so much confidence and radiated with a cold fuck off stare to people. His hands in his jacket pockets, the button dark shirt, and the dark jeans with the dark boots. When he noticed you he smirked and your heart fluttered as your friend looked to where you were staring seeing the man you have been telling them about. They stayed silent as he walked over to your table standing in front of you with that proud smirk.

He leaned down taking your hand and said "hello darling." You stared at him in the eyes feeling his soft lips on your knuckles then saw a smirk forming on his face when seeing your cheeks blush and lips form a smile. You heard squeals from your friends and the both of you pulled away from each other as sukuna cleared his throat.

"Sukuna, these are the girls jasmine, Liz, cerin." He smiled at them and gave them a wave saying "I hope you ladies have been good to my girl. Keeping her safe." They all nodded in agreement just staring at him. Liz smiled and said "you are all she talks about."

He chuckled and took a seat next to you while the girls just stared at him. You shifted closer to him feeling that this was a mistake, thinking this was just going to be them flirting with him. Sukuna took your hand giving it a squeeze and said "darling you alright?"

He snapped you out of your thoughts and hummed a yes as your friends said "hey how did you two meet?" "Yes, tell us."

You went on to explain the event on how you met sukuna, to the chicken wrap, the cafe and the cupcake. They all started to blush and say aww, making you lean more into sukuna hiding yourself. Jasmine looked to sukuna asking "so out of all the women in the world seeing her. A man like you would be taken by a model or something. So what is your plan, our girl? You better not break her heart, we will come after you."

He chuckled with a smile and looked over at you hiding the guilt then said "I would never hurt her." Sukuna placed a soft kiss to your cheek then pulled away to look at the girls. "Honestly I've been looking for someone normal, away from my whole business life. Since I work for a company a lot of women look my way but none of them had my interest until I met her. I guess my heart finally found the one."

They all looked at him and said aww again holding their hands over their chest. You blushed and hid your face against sukunas bicep making him smile and chuckled as your friends started to whisper amongst themselves then looked at you.

"Hey y/n we are going to head out now." "Yea we will talk to you later." "Spend time with your man."

You stood up saying goodbye while giving them a hug and they all waved bye to sukuna leaving you alone with him. Sukuna stood up and put his hands in his jacket pocket and said "sorry I didn't mean to call and disturb your time with your friends." You turned around and hugged him around his torso saying "you didn't kuna. They are just happy I found someone. They've been trying to get me to go to clubs and other friends' parties to hook up with someone but that is not my cup of tea."

He hummed, then pulled out his hands to hug you back, placing a kiss on your forehead, then said "want me to take you back home?" You smiled up at him saying "yes! But you gotta stay as well. I am making dinner tonight." He smirked saying "what is on the menu tonight?" "Mac and cheese."

At home sukuna stood in the kitchen watching you as you started to prepare the water to boil and pulled out a box of mac and cheese. "You know you can go sit in the living room." He looked at you with a chuckle. "Maybe I was thinking of having you for dinner."

You gasped, turned around, then pointed a wooden spoon at him saying "sukuna that is dirty! Go sit down." A laugh came from him and he walked away to sit down on the couch leaving you to set up dinner. While the water boiled you went to plop yourself on the couch next to him grabbing the remote to turn on the tv to one of the streaming channels.

"What do you want to watch?"

"Hmm anything is fine, it's your home up to you."

You sat there thinking then put on a romance animation that you liked so much hoping he would like it to. "Have you seen this one?" He shook his head leaning back against the couch as you said "good cause I like this one."

As you let the title screens play you got up running into your room, sukuna watched you leave then came back with a big blanket and sat down close to him. You nuzzled against his body putting the blanket over him as well, feeling his arm wrap around your side and smiled at you. You giggled then placed a kiss on his cheek and said "kuna pay attention to the movie."

After minutes have passed you had to remove yourself from the warmth of sukuna and go check the water. "Want me to pause it?" "No, watch the movie. I already know this scene."

You continued cooking only taking slight glances to see the scenes and to take peaks at sukuna. "Alright dinner is done!" You made yourself and sukuna a bowl then happily walked over to him handing him his portion with a big smile. "If you need more, tell me there is still a lot more in the pot."

There fell a silence between the two of you while you ate and watched the movie. Sukuna really paid attention because of you. He also didn't want you to feel sad that he didn't pay attention to it because all he wanted to do was have his attention on you. His wife never liked to sit and watch movies like this with him, it would always be a way to nuzzle against him trying to make him hard and get into bed.

When finishing your bowl, you leaned against him under the blanket. He wondered if you were going to do the same as his wife, tease him and get in bed. But you just nuzzled against him watching the movie as sukuna moved to lay down against the couch you took the opportunity to lay on his body.

Feeling the warmth of him, being safe in his arms and hearing the sounds of his heart beat mixed with his breathing you closed your eyes relaxing against him. He looked at you and noticed your tiredness and shook you awake. You jolted up looking at him saying "what?" He smirked at you. "Falling asleep now are you." You pouted and laid your head back down on his chest keeping yourself awake to watch the movie again.

It came to the part you hated to see the saddest part of the movie. One of the lovers died breaking your heart all over again. You begin to tear up and turn away putting your face in his chest. "Damn what is up with this part I thought this was a romance." He said and noticed your silence hearing a sniffle. "Hey sweetheart?"

Sukuna moved then cupped your face forcing you to look at him seeing the tears fill your eyes. "I am sorry I just hate this part." He smiled softly then used his thumbs to wipe away your tears then pulled you tighter against him. "It's alright beautiful I am right here."

When all the sad parts were over with you closed your eyes feeling the comfort in sukuna, falling into a sleep. Sukuna watched the end of the movie and said "well that was cute and sad at the same time. I guess I like it." You didn't answer which worried him. Slowly he sat up seeing you passed out on him making him smile wide.

Sukuna turned the tv off then pulled the blanket off and moved carefully to pick you up into his arms. You groaned a little and held onto his shoulders, nuzzling your face in his chest as he felt his heart flutter. Walking into your room, he laid you on the bed, seeing you were still in your clothes for today which he knew you would not be comfortable to sleep in and decided to at least remove your shorts.

He gulped and reached his hands to the hem of your shorts you wore today then carefully unbutton them. That was enough for you to open your eyes looking at him in shock and he stared right back at you freezing in place.

"You fell asleep so I was trying to make you comfortable sorry. I wasn't doing anything weird." You sighed and wiggled yourself out of the clothes leaving you in just underwear. "Are you going to stay tonight?"

"Do you want me to?" You gave him a nod with a smile and he said "well then I am staying."

Sukuna covered you with a blanket and said "stay in bed I am going to the bathroom." You hummed and rolled onto your side and nuzzled against the pillow. When sukuna came out of the bathroom with no shirt he saw you already asleep as he chuckled and left the room into the kitchen to put the food away. He went through the cupboards finally finding the plastic ware that was animal shaped to put the mac and cheese away.

He chuckled at the childish things you had in the kitchen then started to put the dirty dishes in the skin as a knock on the front door stopped him. He looked at it and growled but curious to see who would be at your front door. It wasn't late but he didn't want anyone to disturb you. Sukuna walked over looking through the peephole seeing a young looking man outside your door. He let out a grunt and opened the door revealing himself to the man.

Seeing his eyes gaze over sukuna who was not wearing a shirt, he didn't know about you having a man. "Can I help you?"

The man stared at sukuna for a moment then cleared his throat saying "is uhh y/n home?" Sukuna crossed his arms staring at him and said "she is asleep. Why do you ask?" "I uhh..brought her some cookies..I just moved in a few days ago and I only met her for a moment. So I wanted to bring her a neighbor-friendly treat."

He felt nervous under sukunas presences as he showed him the box of cookies. Sukuna just stared at him, hearing the neighbor say "I didn't know she had a.." "husband." Sukuna cut him off with an answer. "She doesn't like to say anything to people about me because of my reputation. But I will take these cookies." He leaned over taking the box from his hands and gave him a smug smirk. "I will be sure to tell her you stop by. Now go away."

Sukuna closed the door in his face then opened the box looking at the cookies. He picked one up and squeezed it, seeing it crumble in his hand. "Pathetic quality of cookies." He walked over to the kitchen and tossed them in the trash then walked into the bedroom slowly closing the door behind him. He made his way over to the bed and unbuttoned his pants letting them drop to the floor then laid down in the bed carefully beside you.

You woke up a little feeling him move around but you smiled and nuzzled against him. Sukuna turned on his side, putting his chest to your back and an arm under your pillow with the other around your side. With moments like this he wishes to never leave.

The room was quiet as you opened your eyes to see the sun coming through the window making you groan. You didn't believe how fast you fell asleep and stayed asleep, only a few times of waking up to use the bathroom as sukuna held you down because he didn't want you to leave.

But when you put your hand behind you, sukuna was not there which made you pout. You sat up feeling sad thinking he might have just left you, then you heard a bang coming from outside the room.

You got up quickly putting on a shirt that was on the floor then a wave of sukunas scent hit your nose, making you freeze in place. You looked down at the shirt seeing the dress shirt unbutton. A smile formed on your face to know that he is still here but you were still curious of the noise. You opened the door to your bedroom then quietly stepped out walking down the hall to the kitchen and saw sukuna only in underwear cooking.

A blush filled your cheeks as your eyes scanned over his back seeing the way his muscles flexed and eyes trailed down to his ass making you giggle. You quickly covered your mouth then he looked over with a smirk. "Hello darling. Wearing my shirt." You looked down, keeping the front closed and nodded with a shy smile.

"What are you making?"

"Breakfast." "Alright smart ass. What kind?"

He smiled back at you and said "pancakes and eggs. I had to explore your kitchen to find things. You know some of the things you have in here makes me think you might have a kid."

You pouted, crossing your arms and said "you know they are easier to handle and more cute." He smiled hearing you walk over to him and felt your arms wrap around his torso feeling your bare breast touch against his skin. "It smells great sukuna." Sukuna turned off the stove then turned around to look at you and leaned down placing a kiss to your forehead. "Get ready for breakfast, I will set the plates."

You smiled and ran off into the room as he stood there letting out a sigh and turned away to set up the table. He looked at the two plates of food and rubbed his face then looked at his phone seeing nothing from his wife giving his heart a heavy feeling. Soon you came back dressed in shorts and a long sleeve then walked over to him handing him his shirt you were wearing. You took a seat close to him already digging into your food but he didn't touch his yet.

Looking at him with concern you looked at the food then back to him saying "did you not make it right?" He smiled slightly and said "no I did, it's just I am feeling upset. It's nothing though so just eat, don't worry about me alright darling."

You put your fork down then stood up, moving his arms away while he looked at you confused. Sukuna watched you sit onto his lap and cup his face with your hands, feeling the warmth and softness of them as he looked in your eyes.

"Kuna do you like me?" "Of course I like you."

"Do you really like me sukuna?" "Yes".

You smiled and moved to put your arms around his neck nuzzling your cheek against his saying "sukuna you should know that you can always talk to me. I care about you a lot. So please talk to me."

He sighed, finally holding you tight and said "it's been so lonely lately at home. The people I care about have not talked to me in three days and I am worried." You rubbed his back saying "do they do this often?" He sighed and said "recently they have been doing it a lot to me only."

"Well, it sounds like they do not deserve your time. Focus on what you want and feel sukuna." He turned his face to look at you then pressed his lips to your cheek giving you a quick kiss. "I should hurry and eat. I have to go to work." You sighed and removed yourself from him then sat in your own spot to finish your breakfast.

After finishing the breakfast you put the dishes in the sink then walked sukuna out the door telling and kissing him goodbye. Sukuna drove back to his single home and picked out his suit for the day then headed off to his building.

Just walking in already getting the attention of the other females in the building as they stared at him with flirtatious smiles and hellos. Every woman here wants to have him in bed but they never trespassed because he is a married man, that still didn't stop the flirting.

You stayed inside for the day cleaning up your apartment, doing the dishes and reorganizing your books. When you looked down inside the trash to the kitchen you saw a white box that was not familiar. Curious you pulled it out seeing a note that read "enjoy the cookies love the new neighbor."

You smirked while letting out a sigh, shaking your head to think that sukuna had a run in with the new neighbor and wanted you to have nothing to deal with him.

On sukuna's lunch break he sat at his desk with his food and called you since his wife was never going to. When he heard you answer a smile formed on his face and said "hello sweetheart."

"Hey kuna. How is work?" He sighed saying "boring and slow I might leave early but sadly I won't be able to see you today I have to get food for the week." You hummed and said "well can I come with you. We can shop together. I need to go shopping too." He smirked and said "sure I will like your company." "So you met the neighbor and threw away his cookies." Sukuna froze not thinking you would find it. "Yes the cookies were poor quality and I did not want you to eat them. Only the best for you."

You giggled while laying down in bed and said "kuna that is not nice but if you think there are better cookies out there then show me." "Is that a challenge?" "Yes it is." Sukuna smirked wide and said "alright then I will find the best and you will love it. I will pick you up after work. I should go eat now before my lunch is over." You smiled as the two of you stayed silent for a moment but you broke it. "Kuna be careful." He smiled and said "I will. Goodbye beautiful." "Bye kuna."

Sukuna went home after a short day at work to get changed out of his work suit and put on his casual clothing. Hearing his phone ring put a smile on his face thinking it was you but he looked at the screen seeing his wife calling. He sighed then answered her hearing that she missed him and that she was doing great. She went on about this so-called lovely businessman who showed her around. Sukuna stood there with no interest; he already had a feeling of what she was really doing. He had to cut her off. "Hey look dear i got to go I am very busy right now. I will text you later. Goodbye."

All she did was scoff and say whatever and hung up on him first. Is this how it was going to be between them now, the bickering back and forth and not being respectful to each other. It was already too late for faithful hearts, she was planning on cheating if she hadn't already and he had already slept with you.

Sukuna drove over to your place annoyed and just wanted to see you as soon as possible. You were the only one that made him happy, that made him feel loved.

Hearing the knock at your door you opened it to see sukuna giving him a wide smile and slammed yourself into his body giving him a hug. He chuckled, almost stumbling back, hugging you tight. "I am guessing you missed me?" "Yes of course I did. Let me get my shoes and we can leave."

You ran back inside as sukuna followed you through the door and waited for you to get ready. When you went back to him, he saw the outfit you wore. Shorts and stockings that went just up passed your knees. A gray zip up sweater with a small little tail on the back and ears on the hood and some ankle high boots. "I am ready! Let's go."

Sukuna walked you to his car seeing your wide eyes and carefully stepped to the car looking at it. "It's so pretty. And expensive looking." "It's the cheap one." You gasped and said "that is the cheap one. Do you have more?"

He shrugged, opening the door for you as you got inside thanking him for being a gentleman. Sukuna gave you a slight bow of his head before he closed the and quickly got to the driver's seat.

You gazed around the interior of his car while putting on the seat belt, seeing the dark trimming color of a steel black color and dark leather seats with red stitching to the leather. "This car is just like you." He smirked saying "it's a good thing then." You looked over to him seeing him put on a dark pair of sunshades, giving him a more intimidating look, the way he held so much confidence a don't fuck with me look while he drives.

One hand on the wheel with his elbow resting on the driver door, the other resting on his lap and touching the bottom of the wheel. "You want music? What kind do you like?" You hummed and said "anything is fine honestly." As soon as sukuna turned the radio on you sighed hearing the song and said "oh I hate this song." He laughed then said "I thought you said anything was fine." "Yea but not that song."

He chuckled and said "well then press this to change the stations." You leaned over changing through different stations till you found the romance and sexy song station. Sukuna slightly looked to you, hearing the sexual song that was playing and chuckled lightly.

"Are you trying to seduce me in my car?"

You laughed hiding your face and said "no it's just they have good tunes to their songs. But what if I am?" He looked over to you then back to the road saying "then I will pull off somewhere no one will bug us and I will take you on my lap while I thrust into you making you scream my name." You blushed and shifted your legs feeling the slight growing wetness just at the thought of what he said about taking you in his car but you were bold to tell him. "Sounds like fun. We have to try it sometime."

Sukuna looked at the road and turned away from you, slightly hiding his growing wide smug smirk on his face. All he could think of is, that's my girl.

When you arrived at the store you saw it was one of the more expensive with all the better food but more of it. You looked over at him saying "sukuna this place is way out my budget." He parked the car with a smirk then got out with no response. You just watched him walk in front of the car to your door opening it for you to step out.

"Darling don't worry, I will pay for it." "What?! No your not I don't want you to waste your money on me." You told him trying to drop his offer but all he did was chuckle and take your hand helping you out the car then he went into the back seat grabbing a black beanie to put on. You raised an eyebrow saying "you look better without it."

He was only wearing it because he didn't want people to recognize him here with you and question things.

Sukuna walked alongside you into the store then looked at you saying "so where to go first." You bit your lip with a hum and looked around saying "I have never been here before so I don't know what is here." "Well then we can just walk around till you see what you need."

You stayed close to him until something caught your eye down the aisle and went to look at it. You looked at a couple cookies and found a big box you liked but after seeing the price you put it back and sighed. Sukuna watched you walk away from the spot not getting the box, he grunted then took two boxes placing them in the cart as you looked at him. "I told you y/n that I will pay for it just get whatever you want."

After walking through half the store the cart was half full of stuff from both you and sukuna but you still felt bad for making him pay for everything. You got a lot of things you never tried but heard that they are really good sukuna just got his usual groceries to make food for himself.

You were satisfied with the things and just followed him to the checkout but sukuna could feel his heart beathard. The cashier knows who he is but not enough of his personal life. Though she always bugs him by touching his arm or winking at him he is curious to see how she will act with you next to him.

When he got to the front the cashier smiled looking at him then said "sukuna hello. You have a bad hair day today." He chuckled and said "something like that." You stayed out of the conversation and helped put the stuff on the belt from the cart while listening. You picked up a container of ice cream you didn't see him grab and raised an eyebrow seeing it was the flavor you liked but bigger size. "Kuna what is this?"

Sukuna looked at you, catching the girl's attention as she was biting her inner lip. "Well darling of you remembered a few days ago. That nightly fun we had, you said I owe you ice cream." You blushed looking at the cashier looking between you and sukuna then you looked away feeling embarrassed. He chuckled as the cashier continued to scan the items while she kept side eyeing you.

"So sukuna how is life? Still working hard to get any free time?" You looked up to him then felt him put an arm around your side pulling you closer to him. "Work is still a pain as always and my life has been better since she came into it." You smiled slightly and waved a little saying hello. She just gave you a quick hey quickly ignoring you. Sukuna let you go to pull out his card while you walked over to the cart and put the bags inside.

Sukuna gave you a wink but the girl was trying to get all of his attention. After putting everything in the cart you looked over to see her smiling at him then gave him a wink saying "see you later kuna." A light growl filled your throat. Only that name can be used from you, that was his nickname from you.

You watched him walk over to you noticing the pout on your lips. "Hey, why are you pouting?" You looked up at him then grabbed him by the shirt making him smirk and raise an eyebrow. Sukuna felt you tug on his shirt pulling him down towards your frame feeling you smashing your lips against his. Giving a scene right in front of the cashier. Sukuna pulled away giving you a bright smile knowing what you were doing then heard you say "my kuna."

Sukuna laughed lightly then took the cart out of the store with you following beside him seeing him take off the beanie, tossing it into his car. After putting the stuff into his car and a quiet ride to your place you took his free hand and held it while playing with his fingers. He smirked looking at the road feeling the warmth of your thigh and soft skin, his fingers started to trail under the fabric of your shorts.

"Sukuna, stop. Not now." You giggled pushing his hand away. "Oh what, now you are shy." "Sukuna at least make it romantic." He smiled wide with a chuckle as you looked at him, seeing the corner of his eyes wrinkle up and the sunset glow through his hair. He is such a beautiful man and you still don't know how you have him in your life.

When you got home sukuna helped you put away the groceries but sukuna had a hard time not looking at you from behind whenever you bent over.

"I guess it's time for me to go home." He said while rubbing the back of his neck. You let out a slight groan with a pout then went over to wrap your arms around his neck. "Sukuna, I don't like it when you leave. I wish you can stay with me. I am sorry if I am being possessive. I just had a really hard time finding a relationship. Now that I got you I just don't want to screw it up."

Sukuna pulled you tighter against his body giving you soft kisses against your cheek. You both let go as he gave you a smirk saying "don't be sorry darling. I like to know that I have an effect on you. I am more worried about messing up. Besides I think it's sexy to see you, how should I put it, taking a little control. Showing your dominance." He spoke as he leaned in closer to you then gave you a quick soft bite to your ear.

"Just call me if you need me to come over." He gave you a kiss and one last hug goodbye.

An hour after he got home while laying on the couch he saw a message from you, a picture you sent of yourself eating ice cream with a follow up text of 'thank you kuna'. He smiled slightly and texted back 'anything for you beautiful.'

The next day, going into work you notice how quiet and boring the day was. You wished hard to be with sukuna right now, wanting anything with him rather than being here today. You loved working at the bookstore and everything there is great. The owners are sweet but sometimes the job is sometimes to easy that you work through anything quickly. You texted sukuna on your breaks or restroom breaks but he never answered back any of them.

You started to worry wondering why he wasn't texting you. He is a busy man so you think nothing of it, probably just dealing with work. It must be hard on him but you didn't mind giving him a relaxing release in bed or just cuddling.

Sukuna was not having a good day on his end he had to fix a slip up because one of his employees was slacking and he had to do the work himself then another sent the wrong info in an email. He had to go to that part of the building and yell at everyone to do their job right. To top it all off his wife had nothing to say to him. He still worries about her but it is slowly draining any care he has left for her.

One of his right hand men, Nanami, another great worker that helps with the other side of the building that sukuna can not get to, had noticed the stress and anger radiating from sukuna. "Ryomen. You are having too much over time."

Sukuna groaned, closing his laptop while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I can't just stop and let these idiots run this place. Seems like I need to do everything around here. Doesn't help when my wife is off running around somewhere."

Nanami was seeing the distance between them lately but he never stepped boundaries, it was none of his business, but he still wondered.

"Just go home I got it. I will keep a eye on satoru as well."

"That man needs to be watched after what happened last time I let him take part in the birthday celebrations. He turned my damn office into some sort of night club." Nanami waved his hand telling sukuna to just go home already.

Sukuna got in his car taking off his suit coat and tossed it into the back seat and let out a heavy sigh. He placed his hands on the steering wheel then laid his forehead on top of them letting out a growl.

His mind started to drift to you, maybe going on a small date should lift his spirits, get him in a better mood. He took out his phone calling you hoping you would pick up since you should be off work now. Hearing your phone ring you ran over and smiled wide seeing sukuna was calling.

He heard you answer with a flirtatious tone of his name, a wide smirk formed on his lips. "Hey darling, get dressed in something cute and relaxing. I am taking you on a date somewhere. I will be waiting in the car."

He quickly hung up not giving you time to process anything then you went into panic. You went through your clothes throwing some shirts on the floor then picked a low cut black shirt and quickly put it on. You found a skirt that would be cute to wear, giving him something to look at. Just as you were putting it on you heard your phone chime for a text then you panicked more. You grabbed your phone seeing it was a text from sukuna that he was here. "Shit".

You ran out the room to the front door struggling to put on sandals and almost tripping yourself as you tried to walk. After closing your door you ran straight to his car opening it see him with a smile. "Hello sweetheart." "Hi kuna".

During the drive you just looked at the landscape go by and begin to get curious to where he was taking you since you were heading outside the city.

"So are we going to a restaurant?"

"No."

"Are we going to the park?"

"No."

"To the mall?"

He chuckled and said "be patient y/n its just going to be us."

As you left the city life heading up into the mountain terrain you began to question.

"Are you going to murder me?"

He laughed not answering your question and drove to a lookout spot just near his home where he was staying alone. You saw the spot as it looked over the city and the sun beginning to set.

"We are here."

"Sukuna its so beautiful up here. You can see everything. Can we step outside."

He gave you hum with a nod then got out of his side and walked over to yours to help you out. His eyes scanned over your body seeing the skirt you wore and the tight shirt that showed off everything. He never took his wife out to these types of things. She never like the idea, but with you, he felt his heart flutter every time.

Sukuna took a seat on the hood of the car as you walked over and pressed your back against his chest sitting between his legs looking at the scene in front of you. He looked at the side of your face then rested his chin on your shoulder tilting his head to press his lips against your neck.

You could feel his arms snake around your torso holding you against him while kissing your neck lovingly. The feeling of warmth and softness of his lips was putting chills through your body.

"Why do you make me feel this way?" You moved slightly to look at him saying "make you feel like what?"

Sukuna looked into your eyes seeing the colors of the setting sun reflect in them, making his heart stop. He didn't know he could ever feel like this with someone. He can not complain how beautiful his wife looked on their wedding day but she was all dolled up. Here you are just your natural self looking more gorgeous than his wife everytime he sees you.

"Sukuna? Make you feel what?"

He was so caught up in the sight of you he forgot his words all he could say is "you're beautiful."

You blushed with a shy smile but then you felt him grab your face cupping your cheeks then pressed his lips softly moved over yours. It didn't take long for the kiss to turn into something passionate. You turned around fully facing him, lips moving in sync as he hands moved from your cheeks then placed them to your hip gripping them and pulled you against him.

His hands started to wander down over the hump of your ass then slipped them under the back of your skirt giving your cheeks a squeeze. You couldn't help but to moan into his mouth then slightly pull away, taking his lower lips between your teeth. Sukun let out a light groan as he gave you a seductive smirk, you could feel the flips of your heart as it beat against your chest feeling the flutter through your lower abdomen.

He then moved one of his legs slipping his knee between your thighs then moved in to hungrily kiss your lips again while you felt a hand trail over to the front of you under the skirt. A blush filled your cheeks and heart racing to be out in the open doing something that should only be behind closed doors.

Sukuna could feel how wet were through the fabric of your panties making him smirk against your lips while he pushed aside the fabric and slid his fingers across your leaking folds, the pad of his thumb pressing onto your clit giving it a circling motions while his fingers sank into you. You moaned louder but it was muffled by his mouth. One hand of yours moved to squeeze his bicep on the arm that was now wrapped around you keeping you close while your other drifted to the button of his pants.

You could feel how hard he is, the bulge straining and ready to break through. His fingers continued to pump and curl inside of you, feeling him press against the good spot while you struggled to free his cock. Sukuna could feel you struggling and pulled his lips away with a chuckle escaping him. "Let's get in the car. I am going to give you a ride."

You felt his fingers pull out slowly from you and watched him lick them clean making you breath out a sigh of satisfaction. Taking a few steps back you let him walk back to the driver door watching him unbuckle his belt then open his door as he singled you to come over with a curl of his finger with the wide playful smirk on his face.

You just quickly ran over to him with no hesitation or question then watched him whip his belt from the loops of his pants and tossed it into the car.

Sukuna got into his seat sliding down the pants enough to not struggle with it later, then his eyes gazed to you waiting to see your next move. "Don't worry, no one is here. It's just us."

You stepped closer to him then started to take off your sandals handing them to him so he could put them on the passenger floor but when he looked back over to you. He watched you put your hands under your skirt and slide your panties down your legs and toss them onto his lap. Sukunas eyes landed on them seeing the inner part of them soaked. He smiled then looked to you saying "do you know how fucking sexy you are? Fuck. Get on my lap."

You did as you were told climbing onto his lap straddling him and shifted around enough to get into a comfortable spot. Sukuna leaned over grabbing the door and closed it then stared at you waiting for the sign to continue.

In the moment of silence and staring at each other, both of you clashed lips together, hands roaming each other's bodies, and you rolling your hips against him, already desperate to feel him inside you.

As your hands roamed across his chest you felt the buttons of his shirt and started to unbutton them but the frustration was getting to you. Sukuna pulled away, giving out a laugh while pushing your hands away and said "here let me do it."

Sukuna unbuttoned his shirt with skill making it look so easy as his mind started to drift. He never felt so much thrill like this with a sexual partner. Not even remembering any thrill like this with his wife, all he could see was the bad things with her now.

While sukuna undid his shirt you grabbed the bottom of yours and lifted it over your head, then reached in front of your bra to unclip it letting your breast free. He noticed the style of bra and gave you a smug smirk. "I like that bra. Makes it easier for me to get through."

You giggled tossing it with his shirt then wrapped your arms around his neck pressing your bare chest against his. Feeling the warmth and burn of his flesh against you, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Sukuna lifted his hips and pushed down the rest of his clothing further to finally let his cock spring out between the two of you.

Taking the chance to raise your self as he positioned his tip at your entrance and sat down slowly feeling him stretch you with every inch of his length. Breathy moans escaped both of you and he quickly grabbed your hips under your skirt watching himself disappear inside you. "Go ahead darling take the ride."

The car was soon filled with moans, the squelch sounds of your cream and scent of sex. You could feel your bodies getting moist from sweat and the warmth in the car. Sukuna left more love bites across your neck decorating your sink with slight red marks of his teeth and pink purple bruising. His hips bucked trying to thrust deeper in you but the space was making it harder for him so you helped with that by rocking yourself down onto him.

His hands gripped tighter around your hips and gazed over your lustful eyes, blushed cheeks and swollen kissed lips. He could feel your hands gripping his shoulders digging your nails into his skin, the roll of your hips becoming harder and faster feeling close to your release.

You had a feeling that if anyone did show up they probably would have seen the car rock, but you didn't care you loved it. This thrill, the sex, him. That was all you thought about. Just sukuna and that was all you could say, the chants of his name.

Sukuna could feel you growing wetter and squeezing around him, he is on his last few thrust as well. "Cum baby. Release yourself on me. Cream my cock."

Hearing his words made you completely come undone and gushed around him. Sukuna gave a few more thrust squeezing your hips as he shot thick ropes of hot cum inside you.

"Sukuna!"

You threw your head back yelling his name but as you leaned your body backwards pressing against the steering wheel and hearing the car horn go off scared you. You yelp and jump forward hugging him around his shoulder hiding your face into the crook of his neck feeling your heart race.

Sukuna put an arm around you laughing a full deep laugh. It had been a while since he laughed like that. You could feel the joy through the shaking of his chest hearing his laughter fill the car. You couldn't help but to smile and laugh along with him as you did, you could feel yourself squeeze around him.

Looking at you with a loving smile and feeling you shift then lift yourself off him. When he pulls out from you, hearing the squelch sound and feeling of cum dripping from you knew it was most likely going to stain his pants.

He raised his hips again to fix his pants and put his shaft away then stared at you. Sukuna could see the last glow of the sun behind you making his heart swell. How much more beautiful can you get?

Feeling your hands lightly touch the back of his neck and run your fingers up into his hair pulling the locks on the back. His crimson eyes scanned over the features of your face while his fingers grazed across your back.

It was this moment he knew it had gone too far, so deep. He can not let you go. You dug your way into his heart, pushing his wife out of the way and took that spot. The spot he so badly wanted to fill with true love and affection.

"I am in love with you."

Sukuna was so lost in your eyes he didn't even realize the words slip out from him. Seeing your eyes go wide. The flip and twist of your heart, the blush filling your cheeks. You never thought he would say it so soon but what did you expect with all that you two had been doing lately.

"Sukuna. I love you."

You could feel your heart thump, nervous that he might change his mind and push you away but he didn't. Sukuna cupped your face and smashed his lips against yours, kissing you hard but passionate. After the battle of tongues the sun was fully gone leaving you two in the dark.

Sukuna felt himself starting to panic his heart thumped with worry. He just fucked up by saying those words and hearing them from you. But seeing the loving smile on your face as he cupped your cheek made his heart throb. He can not hide how he truly feels about you.

"Beautiful I love you more."

ahhh thank you so much for reading!

Finally sukuna had spilled out his feeling to you by saying those three words but now he is scared. What is going to happen when his wife comes back?

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𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲

[Chapter 1] Business Trip

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Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Boss/Employee Relationship

That sound. That stupid beeping sound that wakes Kento up every single morning, making him get up from bed. A sigh leaves his lips as he turns off the alarm, so tempted to hit snooze but he remembers he isn’t the only one that has to get ready.

He gets up from the bed and walks to the bathroom, not an ounce of energy in his body although he just woke up. He turns on the light, no natural light entering the room considering the sun isn’t even out yet. Kento has such a strict and mean boss, making him show up so early to the office. But he’s accepted it as a requirement of being the CEO’s secretary.

The job has its bad things. A grumpy and strict boss, extremely long working hours, and stressful tasks. The job also has great perks. An extremely sexy boss, great pay, and he seems to be respected by everyone at work. Dealing with his boss certainly is something respectable.

They’ve heard a lot about you. Way too much. And it’s never something good. They’ve heard you have quite the temper, and there’s too many stories about it. That once you poured hot coffee over a new hire because she messed up your schedule. Or that once you slapped an employee for arriving a minute late to work. All rumors that haven’t been proven.

But Kento will admit that you do have quite the temper. You’re often yelling, throwing things around the office. Not at him, but he has to dodge them sometimes. You do raise your voice, and it’s hard for you to control yourself, but you never dare to physically assault an employee and often your mean words have nothing to do with the employee personally, but instead the mistake they make.

God, but your temper makes working with you a bit of a nightmare. Kento is scared of messing up because of the repercussions that come afterward. It makes him stress too much, causing him to age faster. He’d thought he would age faster because of his daughter, but no, it’s a woman a couple years older than him that is at fault for his gray hairs (he plucks them out).

Kento washes his face to wake himself up because it feels like he’s sleep-walking with every step he takes. He’s not completely conscious, he just knows he wants to fall asleep again and wake up at noon. He wants to do nothing all day long, but his work doesn’t allow that. And even if his work did allow it, a certain someone in his house wouldn’t.

“Daddy!” He hears a yell that drags out. There’s his other alarm. She knocks on the bathroom door aggressively, until Kento is forced to open it for her. Kento is in charge of waking her up, but somehow she always manages to wake up before him.

“I’m awake, honey. I’m not sleeping in the bathroom.” He confirms, and she nods in response before walking out of the bedroom, back to her own. Only six-years-old, yet she manages to be a hundred times more responsible than him. He once fell asleep on the toilet, and she had to wake him up. He was almost late that one time, and he swore his life was flashing before his eyes.

Kento brushes his teeth before turning on the faucet of the shower. Washing his face is not enough to fully wake him up. But after his shower, he’s fully woken up and ready to go to work.

“Asami, are you changing?!” He yells when he’s out of the shower. She doesn’t say anything, which makes Kento assume that she’s playing with her toys or something along those lines. Sure, she’s responsible but she’s still a child.

Kento puts on his work clothes. He’s wearing that white dress shirt and the green tie combination that you seem to like so much. Especially when he rolls up his sleeves after working for so long. At least you seem to stare at him too much, and give him some looks that certainly aren’t chaste. Those times he wonders what goes through your mind.

When he’s finished putting on clothes, he goes to his daughter’s room. She’s putting on her socks and she looks extremely focused. He clears his throat to not spook her. She turns her head to look at her father, “What do you want for lunch today?”

“I don’t care.” She answers, shrugging. If it were up to her she’d have candy, but it’s not up to her. Last time she answered that, her father told her that she couldn’t have that for lunch. She doesn’t desire anything else to eat.

“I’ll pack last night's leftovers then.” Kento tells her and she nods in response. She doesn’t care much. Last night's dinner was good. If anything, she’ll just trade her lunch with a classmate.

Kento doesn’t worry about breakfast. It’s so early in the morning and his daughter’s school doesn’t start in a while. He typically drops her off at his mother’s house where she eats her breakfast and spends some time with her grandparents before she’s dropped off at school by his mother. Now for himself… Some coffee suffices and keeps him awake and functioning till noon.

His phone rings as he prepares his daughter’s lunchbox. It startles him, but after the initial scare he gets his phone out of his pocket. He has to take a deep breath when he sees the name that’s displayed on the screen. When he exhales, he picks up the phone. “Good morning, ma’am-”

“Took you long enough.” He hears and he has to shut his eyes for a moment. He takes a deep breath. It’s too early for this. He has to maintain his composure. He can’t just snap at his boss although he’s irritated. “I want you in the office in ten minutes.”

“Ma’am, I live twenty minutes away and I have to drop off my daughter-” He begins but he’s cut off by you.

“Make it work.” Are the last words he hears before you hang up on him. He scoffs before chuckling in disbelief. He bites his tongue to not start cursing in the house because Asami is always listening and she picks up words easily.

“Asami, hurry up!” Kento yells, knowing that he can’t waste any time.

“I’m almost done, daddy!”

“Good morning, ma’am.” Kento walks into the office, holding your coffee in one hand and the agenda in the other. You move your head to look at him. You look him up and down, and he feels too intimidated under your gaze to even put the coffee down on your desk.

“You’re late.” You point out and he slightly nods. There was no way of getting here in ten minutes when he’s twenty minutes away and had to drop off his daughter. His job is a priority but his main priority is his daughter.

“Sorry ma’am, traffic was horrible-” He begins to make up excuses, but you put your pointer up and cut him off.

“Don’t let it happen again, Nanami.” You tell him, not having enough time nor patience to listen to excuses. That lets him know that today you won’t drool over his outfit. “I don’t care if you’re twenty minutes away, if I tell you to be here in ten minutes, you better be here in ten minutes.”

“Next time I’ll speed and risk my life and my daughter’s.” Kento says, and you roll your eyes.

“We’re going to New York next week.” You inform him, which certainly catches him off guard. You stand up from your chair, grabbing your coffee and taking a sip. You begin to walk out of the office, and Kento begins to follow. “I’ve been offered to be on the cover of Forbes, and obviously I’m not turning that down. You have to come with me.”

“Can I bring my daughter with me?” Kento asks, making you click your tongue. You walk to the elevator, and he follows like a lost puppy. You pay him to follow you like a lost puppy.

“If you have someone that can babysit her while we work. Unless she’s old enough to take care of herself.” You answer. Kento holds back a sigh, thinking of contacting his daughter’s mother, although he doubts that’ll work out well. The woman can barely take care of herself.

“Can I bring my parents with me?” Kento proceeds.

“Is this a business trip or a family trip? Invite your siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins while you’re at it.” You mock. You finally enter the elevator and click the first floor, making Kento wonder where you’re going. “If you can find someone in New York that can take care of your daughter then you can bring her with you. Otherwise, no.”

“Where are we going?” Kento changes the topic, hoping that you won’t proceed to call him dumb or anything along those lines. You’ve never actually called him that, but he still wants to avoid it, just in case the rumors are true.

“Read the schedule.” You answer, which makes him open the agenda. Today you have a meeting outside of the hotel. That totally slipped. “It’s an hour away, Nanami. Hopefully we’re not late because of your lack of punctuality.”

“Sorry, ma’am.”

At noon Kento notices that there’s something off with you. Everyone else does too. Although Kento eats at his desk to not be bothered, no one seems to get the memo. There’s always a small group of people that join him for lunch, although there’s no place for them to sit.

“She’s really moody today, isn’t she?” Lexi asks as she sits on his desk. Kento isn’t annoyed enough to tell her to get off. He simply couldn’t care less. He doesn’t even know where Lexi works, he just knows she comes to bother him almost every lunchtime. Of course, Lexi doesn’t come alone.

“I heard her boyfriend broke up with her.” Yukari shares, which does make Kento raise an eyebrow. That’s certainly something he wasn’t expecting to hear. Last time he heard an update about your relationship, engagement rumors were thrown around. “Poor thing.”

“I only feel bad for you, Kento.” Lexi says, batting her eyelashes as she looks at him. “Can’t imagine how she’s treating you right now.”

“Same as any other day.” Kento keeps it vague. He doesn’t want any more unnecessary rumors to spread. “She’s a really nice boss-”

“Tell your fucking friends to go somewhere else, Nanami. I need you in my office in five minutes.” He’s cut off by you. You were supposed to be eating lunch outside of the office, but clearly your plans changed. You enter your office and slam the door shut.

“She’s uhm-” Kento begins as Lexi and Yukari turn their heads to look at him after your little outburst. “She’s never like this.”

“Whatever you say, baby cakes.” Lexi says as she stands up.

“Bye, Nanami.” Yukari waves at him, giving him a sweet smile before she and Lexi begin to walk to the elevator. Kento sighs as he gets up from his chair. He wants to call the information he just received a rumor, but it isn’t. You were definitely broken up with.

He stands up and walks to your office, not knocking before entering. Which he senses is a mistake the moment he sets a foot in your office. You glare at him for his lack of courtesy, but you don’t scold him.

“Did you book the rooms?” You ask, and Kento hesitantly shakes his head. The trip is next week, he wasn’t planning on doing everything so early. He already has so much work to do. You click your tongue. “Call the hotel in New York and get a suite for tomorrow night.”

“Isn’t that too soon, ma’am?” Kento questions, not wanting to come back into your office to tell you that he couldn’t get you your suite. That usually doesn’t end well so Kento wants to avoid it.

“I’m the owner of the hotel. What are they going to do? Turn me away?” You reply, which Kento can’t argue with. “Be at the airport at five in the morning. Figure out what to do with your daughter because she’s the reason we’re not leaving tonight.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

“Alright, honey. I love you.” Kento kneels down and presses a kiss on his daughter’s forehead. She pouts and crosses her arms. She would’ve preferred staying with anyone else but her mother. “Asami, please behave.”

“Couldn’t I just have stayed with grandma?” She questions, before Kento stands up, a sigh escaping his lips. He has enough to deal with your attitude, he can’t deal with his daughter’s as well. Kento doesn’t know how to explain that she has to spend some time with her mother, even though she doesn’t like the woman that much.

“Asami, she’s your mother.” Kento responds. Asami thinks that because of her mother, their family broke up. Truthfully, Kento wasn’t happy in the marriage either. They both got married because of a little surprise, who six years later is a kindergartener whose first name is Asami. But Asami doesn’t really know all this. “She loves you a lot.”

“She’s boring.” Asami replies, which isn’t a lie. Although it isn’t all because the woman is boring, but rather she doesn’t make the effort to see her daughter either. “Can’t I just stay with grandma? Please?”

“Grandma will take you for the weekend.” Kento informs her. She still isn’t satisfied with this. Kento doesn’t have enough time to deal with this. Rather than dropping her off the previous night, Kento decided to drop her off at almost four in the morning at her mother’s house. “I’ll bring you a doll from New York.”

“Okay!” She agrees. He grabs her hand and knocks on the house’s door. It takes a couple of minutes before his ex-wife opens the door. She smiles at her daughter then at Kento.

“I’ve been expecting you honey!” She manages to excitedly respond, even though it’s so early in the morning.

“Okay.” Asami responds, meeting her mother’s enthusiastic tone with a much more uncaring one. Asami looks at her father one more time before letting go of his hand. She has no option but to stay here. At least her grandma will take her for the weekend. “Bye, daddy.”

“Bye, honey.” Kento waves at his daughter. “I love you, Asami.”

“Love you too, daddy.”

With that, he walks away. He rushes to his car in fear of being late. He can’t imagine being late to a flight. You’d kill him. He gets in his car and he begins his drive to the airport. He’s set on being at least fifteen minutes early.

And just as he planned, he arrived at the airport fifteen minutes early. But when he parks his car, he realizes he has no idea where to go. He didn’t buy any plane tickets. This is his first time traveling with you, and he’s forgotten the plane tickets. You’re going to kill him. Fuck, you’re going to kill him.

He pinches the bridge of his nose before grabbing his phone. He has to inform you before you find out on your own and curse him out in public. He clicks on your contact, his hand begins to shake as he calls you and brings the phone up to his ear. You sure are one scary woman.

“Good morning, ma’am.” You surely can hear the fear in his voice, and it almost makes you laugh.

“Good morning, Nanami. What’s up?” You question. You wonder why he’s calling.

“I’m very sorry but I- I forgot to buy plane tickets.” He’s about to mutter a hundred apologies and plead for his job. The pay is simply too good and he has a daughter to support. But he hears a chuckle coming from you. Either you’re about to lose it or you couldn’t care less– You’re definitely about to lose it.

“Nanami, I have a private jet.” You inform him which nearly makes his eyes pop out of his head. A private jet? Well, he shouldn’t be surprised but he is. You’re filthy rich with hotels all over the world and properties too. He’s seen your credit card statement after a shopping trip, which was around the same amount that he makes yearly.

“Oh- I should’ve known.” He responds with a chuckle.

“You know where to go, right?” You question and Kento hums in response even though he has no idea. He’ll just ask around.

“Nanami.” You smile brightly at him as you get out of the backseat of your car. Kento finds you dressed your best, as always. You seem to be in a good mood, at least in a better mood than the one you were in yesterday. He assumes that you and your ex-boyfriend made up somehow. Or you found yourself a boy toy. “Was getting here a trouble for you?”

“A bit.” He admits, which makes you slightly pop out your bottom lip. You walk over to him, and he’s shocked to hear the sound of your heels. It’s so early in the morning and you have a long flight ahead of you. You put your hand on his shoulder and pat it.

“I’m sorry, Nanami. Next time I’ll pick you up.” You tell him. He tenses up when you touch him. That’s certainly something that’s never happened before, at least something that he can’t recall. You certainly haven’t been close to him either. “Let’s get in.”

You’re the first one to get into the jet. You greet the crew before you take a seat. Kento sits right across from you, unsure of where else to sit. You don’t complain because you don’t care.

“New York sure sounds exciting, doesn’t it?” You comment and Kento nods in response. He’s never been on a plane before, let alone a private jet. He’s more excited about flying through the air than going to New York. Although from what he’s heard about New York, he’s pretty excited about that too. “You want a mimosa?”

“This early in the morning?” He questions and he hears a laugh from you. You’re certainly in a much better mood than yesterday.

“C’mon. Time isn’t a thing in the air.” You tell him, and he raises a brow.

“We’re still on the ground.” He informs you, making you click your tongue.

“Hey, can we get two mimosas?” You ask someone in the crew, and they nod in response. You then look at Kento, “Who cares about time anyway. It’s night in New York right now.”

“Alright.” Kento chuckles. He can’t deny you a drink. This can technically be a vacation– Even though he’s working. For the first time in six years, he’s separated from his daughter. It seems exciting, as much as he hates to admit it.

“This is going to be a fun trip.” You comment when you get your drinks. You give one to Kento before you begin to sip on your own.

“We’re going there a week early. Why?” Kento asks, feeling comfortable enough to ask. You’re clearly in a good mood so he might as well take advantage of it.

“Hmm… Why not do some business there? It’s a very profitable place.” You tell him, although you’re not there for that. You’re already getting as much money as you get from the place. But you answer his question with your next words, “Plus a perfect place to shop.”

“So we’re going to New York a week early because you want to shop?” He questions and you fight back a smirk as you sip on your drink.

“You can’t complain. It’s a paid vacation.” You respond and he couldn’t agree more with you. He certainly likes that. As much as he loves his daughter, he needs a break every now and then. Almost two weeks child-free is a perfect way to spend his time.

“That’s true, ma’am.” He answers, finally bringing the glass up to his lips. You watch him take a sip, trying his best to make himself comfortable.

“Please don’t call me ma’am. Once again, it’s technically a paid vacation. Call me by my name.” You say, which makes him tense up. It’s supposed to make him comfortable, but it certainly doesn’t. If he lets himself get too comfortable, he’ll certainly make some type of mistake which will lead him to get fired.

“Alright.” He nods before calling you by your last name. It feels awkward when it rolls off his tongue. Whenever he calls you by your last name, miss always comes first. It’s never been just your last name alone.

“That’s good.” You respond. You rarely ever praise him and when you do, it makes him blush. He tries to hide his face when he feels that warmness on his cheeks, but it’s noticeable. You notice it but you don’t say anything about it. “So excited about going to New York. It’s been a while since my last trip there.”

Your excitement wears off after twelve hours of being in a plane. Sure, you have everything imaginable in there but you’d much rather be on ground. It’s seven in the morning when you land in New York, and while you never want to waste the day by sleeping, today’s very much different for you.

You’re on your way to the hotel, trying your best to not fall asleep in the backseat of the car. Some music plays in the background, and while it should help you stay awake, you’re still almost falling asleep. Kento is almost falling asleep as well, but he has to make sure you’re going the right way to the hotel; although he doesn’t know where the fuck he is. It’s his first time in the place, yet he’s somehow trying to make sure that they’re going the right way.

“We’re almost there.” The chauffeur says. Kento is startled when he feels the weight of your head fall on his shoulder. You refused to sleep on the plane since you weren’t tired, at least that was what you claimed. Kento can’t judge you because he did the same. Except he isn’t going to fall asleep in the car, even though he’s fighting his exhaustion.

“We’re here.” Kento wakes you up, and you gain consciousness. You raise your head and quickly take off your seatbelt. The chauffeur puts the car in parking to take your luggage out of the car.

“I’ll expect you here at seven.” You tell the chauffeur, a yawn escaping your lips. Kento opens the backseat door and he exits the car then he patiently waits for you to get out of the car as well.

You walk to the entrance of the hotel, knowing that they’ve got the luggage. You don’t know who, but you know someone else will bring it in and they will make sure it gets to your room. You walk to the front desk and pull out your ID. You give it to the woman there before she can even properly greet you, or before she can tell you that check-in is after noon.

“Welcome ma’am. We’re glad to have you here.” She says, quickly giving you back your ID. You read the name tag that reads Rachel. She gives you the keycard to your room, and just when you’re about to leave, your secretary walks up to the desk.

“He’s my secretary.” You tell the woman so Kento doesn’t have to waste his time.

“Your secretary?” She asks, and you nod in response. “We only reserved one room under your name, ma’am.”

“Did you book another room under your name?” You look at Kento whose face is turning pink in embarrassment. He ends up shaking his head. “Rachel, are there any available rooms?”

“No, ma’am. We have no rooms ready for him, plus those are booked too.” She answers and you sigh. You can’t just kick a paying customer out because of your secretary’s mistake. You smile at the woman and then look at Kento.

“You’re staying in my suite tonight.” You inform him, and Kento doesn’t know how to respond. His mouth opens but quickly closes a few times before he ends up just following you as you walk towards the elevator, “Ugh I’m so nice. Always doing charity for the poor.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Kento says as he follows. Kento for sure is surprised that you didn’t just force him to sleep on the streets, but then again you seem to be in a great mood. Maybe because it’s like you said, this is a paid vacation.

You get in the elevator and click the floor of your room, “I expect you to pay for dinner tonight, Nanami. As a thank you.”

“Um- Yes, ma’am.” Kento responds. He’s already thinking of how he’s going to pay. He’s been making payments on this certain card to then cancel it, but he might have to use it tonight. A laugh escapes your lips as he brainstorms, which causes him to awkwardly chuckle. Just then, the elevator doors open and you walk out onto the floor.

“I’m joking.” You reply, which lifts so much worry from Kento’s shoulders. Of course you are. You’re in a great mood, why wouldn’t you be joking. “I’ve been dying to go to this restaurant. Of course I’m paying.”

“I thought you were serious, ma-”

“Stop calling me ma’am.” You say which causes him to apologize. You open the door to the suite, and enter. You’re quick to throw your purse on the couch and plop down, a sigh leaving your lips. “I’m going to take a nap on the bed. You’re free to do whatever you want.”

Kento also planned to take a nap, but he can’t do that while you take up the only bed available. The couch does look comfortable, at least in his sleepy state. He might just sleep there.

“Hey, Nanami.” You gently tap the man that’s passed out on the couch. He’s snoring very loudly which would’ve disturbed your sleep if you hadn’t been so tired. You continue tapping his chest until he stops snoring.

“Asami, give me five more minutes-” Kento murmurs and you furrow your eyebrows. You continue tapping his chest until he opens his eyes. He quickly realizes you’re not his daughter, and he’s quick to say, “I’m so sorry-”

“Get ready for dinner. We have to get going soon.” You inform him and he nods as he gets up from the couch. He’s either getting old or that couch isn’t great for sleeping. He begins to walk to the bathroom before he realizes that he has no idea where it is, so he comes to a complete stop. “First door by the entrance.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” He responds, and he walks away before you can reprimand him for being so formal. You take a seat on the couch that the man was just snoring on, and pull out your phone from your purse. Ten missed calls from the same person. You roll your eyes when you find that he left voicemails too. Your appetite goes away when you read the messages that he left on your phone. The excitement of finally being in New York and exploring the city goes away.

You shouldn’t give an incompetent man the satisfaction of getting you so worked up, but your mood is truly ruined. You put your phone down on the couch and walk to the room to lay down for just a second. To cool yourself down, then go to dinner.

You came here a week early to forget about him and to let your frustrations out after your breakup. Especially after the final argument you had the previous day– Which now, technically is two days ago. You can’t allow yourself to be bothered over something that happened two days ago. You can’t allow yourself to be bothered over a man that you dumped because he’s not worth your time.

You’re ready. You’re wearing your black valentino dress, your diamond necklace and your diamond earrings. All new, of course. You’re more than physically ready to go out and enjoy the night. Have some dinner with your secretary– A man who you’re definitely attracted to, have some wine, then come back and do whatever the hell you want until you pass out on your bed. You’re more than just physically ready for those plans, but your ex-boyfriend certainly ruined that mood.

“Ma’am.” Kento knocks on the door but it’s pointless because it’s open. He can see you laying on the bed, dreading your life. You sit up to look at him. He immediately recognizes that face and he knows that the once somewhat-cheery mood you were in is now long gone.

“You can go wherever you want. I think I’ll stay.” You tell him, and Kento slightly tilts his head to the side. He wonders why you suddenly changed your mind. It’s not appropriate for him to ask. However, he doesn’t want to leave on his own. He hasn’t looked up any restaurants to go to and he isn’t sure if the place you wanted to go to is good. He also doesn’t know if it’s within his budget.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? You were pretty excited about going out.” He asks before he takes a seat on the corner of the bed. He’s making himself comfortable and internally he’s praying that’s okay with you.

“I’m not in the mood anymore.” You confess, and Kento wonders what could have possibly happened in the ten minutes he spent getting ready. He knows to not push it further. As much as he loves a bit of gossip every now and then(he denies it), he’s staying in your room and you can decide to kick him out at any moment. So he stays quiet. “Well aren’t you going to ask?”

“I thought it’d be inappropriate to ask.” He responds. You don’t know whether to laugh or roll your eyes. You end up doing both, a chuckle as you roll your eyes.

“You’re staying in my room and you’re sitting on my bed right now. I don’t want to hear about inappropriateness.” You reply, which is something he wasn’t really thinking about.

“What happened?” He finally asks, and an exaggerated sigh leaves your lips. Kento holds back from laughing at your sigh. It’ll just be plain rude to do so, but it takes everything in him not to.

“My ex-boyfriend keeps bugging me.” You share. So the rumor wasn’t just a rumor. Although you weren’t dumped. You dumped him. “Because of him we’re here on our little vacation.”

“Would it be inappropriate if I asked why you two broke up?” He questions and you shake your head. Before he can actually ask, you answer his question.

“Suguru Getou sticks his dick in every woman he sees.” As much shame as it brings you, you share it with your secretary. “He proposed maybe three days ago. That same night he went to the restaurant’s bathroom to fuck someone else.”

“Oh God- That’s awful. I’m sorry.” Kento’s eyes nearly go wide when he hears what happened to you. He definitely understands why you’ve been moodier than usual. “Tonight we can order room service, then tomorrow we can go out.”

“You sure you don’t want to go out?” You ask him, and he hums in response. “Get whatever you want.”

“Will do.” He says as he walks to the hotel’s phone. “What do you want?”

“I don’t care. Just get me whatever.” You answer as you stand up. You walk to the vanity that’s in the room and take a seat while Kento orders whatever he wants. There’s no point in wearing your jewelry since you’re not going out. In the end, it feels uncomfortable while you’re laying down.

The earrings are easy to take off, but you struggle taking off your necklace. You can’t seem to hold on to the clasp. You continue struggling until Kento orders the food that he wants. He hangs up the phone and walks over to you to help you take off your necklace.

“I think the necklace looks cute.” He comments while he attempts to take it off. You feel his fingers subtly touch the back of your neck, making goosebumps spread all over your body. That’s certainly a reaction, you think. He manages to take off the necklace and gives it to you.

“Thank you.” You respond as you take the necklace. “The necklace does look cute, but since we’re not going out there’s no point in wearing it.”

“Are you taking off the dress too?” The moment the question leaves his mouth, he regrets it. That could’ve been worded differently. Very different. He has to apologize, but the words won’t roll off his tongue even though he opens his mouth.

“Would you like to take it off, Nanami?” You question, looking at him through the mirror of the vanity. His cheeks quickly turn pink at your response. It’s not like he’s going to turn you down. “I’m just joking, Nanami.”

“Yeah, I knew that.” He awkwardly chuckles in response. “Um- So I’ll-”

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You cut him off before he can finish his sentence. You stand up and walk over to the bed before taking a seat. You watch Kento intently, as he decides what to do. “Or do you like the idea of taking off my dress better?”

“Hmmm… That’s very inappropriate.” Kento responds, knowing that you just need a rebound. As much as he’d love to fuck you, he doesn’t want to be a rebound. You’ll dump him the moment you get bored, and he’ll lose his job. As much as he wants to, he can’t afford to think with his dick. He still walks over and takes a seat next to you. Even when you’re laughing and giving him that look that makes men weak to their knees.

“Again with the inappropriate talk. Aren’t we past that?” You ask, the tone in your voice being something that he can’t ignore. He wonders what your ex said that you suddenly changed your mind. Or maybe this was your plan all along. “Am I not your type, Nanami?”

The way you say his last name makes him melt. It always does, but the voice you put on is making it worse for him. But he has to remain professional and composed. That seems easy until your lips go up to his ear, “We both know I am. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“We both know that this won’t end well.” He replies, fighting back the urge to give in. You know he’s fighting back. You just have to give him a little push. “Is this about your ex-boyfriend?”

“I just want you because you’re hot, Nanami.” A sensual chuckle leaves your lips which is what breaks him. That front didn’t last long. “Do you really not want me, Nanami?”

“Please, just call me Kento.” He says before his hands cup your face before his lips meet yours. You can feel how passionate he is with the kiss. His tongue quickly enters your mouth and presses against yours.

You grab his hands and move them down to your body. His hands quickly begin to look for the zipper of your dress, while your hands begin to unbutton his shirt. Maybe he should stop because what good is fucking your boss? But he’ll let destiny decide. If room service interrupts him then he shouldn’t do this.

He pulls away from the kiss and begins to kiss down your neck, stopping at certain spots to suck on them. It makes the softest moans leave your lips. Your hands land on the buckle of his belt and begin to undo it. You’re too impatient. You need him so bad.

“So desperate.” Kento comments, pulling away. He stands up, and takes a second to admire the lipstick that has smudged on your face. The straps of your dress are falling to the sides while you lift up your dress, revealing your black lace panties.

“Get on your knees, Kento.” You order, making him click his tongue. Even in bed you’re a bossy little thing. And he wants to be mean yet he gets on his knees for you. He pushes your panties to the side and licks a stripe of your cunt.

He licks your folds before his tongue ends up flicking your clit. Two fingers run through your folds, gathering the slick of your cunt. He gets his fingers wet enough before he pushes them into your cunt.

The fingers that you’ve seen at least a million times are inside of you, and they feel so much better than you imagined. And he curves them just right inside of you, while his tongue works his magic.

Kento simply can’t believe he’s tasting you on his tongue because not even 24 hours ago he was cursing you out in his head. Yes, he’s always thought about fucking you but those were just fantasies that he never thought would come true. Yet now, he’s on his knees, eating you out and fingering you.

“That’s it.” You moan, throwing your head back. Your fingers begin to run through his hair while he begins to suck on your clit. You throw your head back, biting your bottom lip. You don’t know if you’re touch deprived or he’s just doing a good job because your orgasm is quick to build up.

“Fuck-” You say, and Kento can’t wait to hear his name leaves your lips. With that soft whiny voice. Your hips begin to buck and you push his head down. Curses leave your lips as you feel your climax approaching.

“You’re- Doing a great job.” You praise him. One last moan leaves your lips before you reach your orgasm. Kento stops sucking on your clit and pulls his fingers out. They’re covered with your juices so he puts them in his mouth and he licks them clean.

He stands up and completely takes off his shirt before he pulls down his pants and boxers. You smirk as you look at it, your hand wrapping around his cock. You begin to stroke his shaft, your lips kissing the tip.

“As much as I want that, I want you more.” He tells you, pushing your head away. He forces you to lay down on the bed. He puts one leg over his shoulder while he runs his cock through your folds. He waits a minute, giving the world a chance to stop him before he fully does the act.

But the world doesn’t stop him, so he pushes his cock inside you. He hisses when he feels your cunt wrap around him. He has to shut his eyes to not finish right there and then. How pathetic would it be to not even last a minute inside his boss?

“You feel so good.” He comments before he begins to move. He moves slowly, letting you get adjusted to his cock while he gets adjusted to the wonderful feeling of your cunt.

Kento is so much bigger than you expected. His cock is truly perfect, and while you’ve lusted over him at times, you’ve never expected his dick to be this good inside of you. You’ve stuck with Suguru for so long, deciding not to try out your secretary. So many opportunities wasted.

“Kento-” You finally moan his name, and he has to pause his thrusts again to not come so soon. He exhales before he continues his thrusts.

His hands land on your waists, and he holds on to you to steady his thrusts. He’ll make sure to last at least until room service comes– That might be an exaggeration but he has to take advantage of this opportunity. After this, the rest of the trip is going to be so awkward so he has to make this worth it.

“Love your little cunt.” He says. He’s picking up speed with every passing second and the sound of skin smacking is very prominent in the room. “A good little cunt like this one needs to be bred.”

“Oh, God!” You moan louder than you intend. You don’t understand why but that turns you on more. Kento also begins to play with your clit, wanting you to finish before him.

“Is that what you want? For your secretary to impregnate you?” He asks, his question coming out a bit muffled because he bites his bottom lip. Your cunt tightens around him, nearing yet another orgasm.

“Yes! Yes! Knock me up!” You yell. You continue clenching around his cock, closing your eyes as you near your second orgasm of the night. Your legs spasm as you reach your high.

“Gonna make sure to get you pregnant.” Kento continues his thrusts. They become sloppy as he nears his release. God, he doesn’t want this moment to end because everything will be so awkward. You’ll get meaner afterwards for sure.

“Fuck-” He throws his head back, coming to a complete stop. His seed fills you up, and the man doesn’t pull out until he makes sure every drop is inside of you. Once he’s completely finished, he pulls his cock out.

He lays down on the bed, both of you catching your breaths. Neither of you are sure what you’re supposed to say next– It’s fair to say that he’s nervous and if he doesn’t pick out the right words then he’s screwed.

But there’s a knock on the door that saves him.

“Room service!”

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musings-and-moans · 3 years ago

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will you leave me and go?

submission for: @cirigiri 's Leaked Files Collab (file #07- employee seduces boss for promotion) (thank you so so much for organizing this, lucy <3)

features: boss!kento nanami x employee!f!reader | setting: modern au, office au

synopsis: you've been working in the same company for years, but you've never gotten a single promotion. will the arrival of a new boss in the form of kento nanami change things for you?

warnings: yuuji,nobara,megumi, etc are aged up, porn with plot (so you have to read the story to get to the part hehe), power imbalance (employee/boss), use of vibrator while masturbating, food play (lollipop), oral fixation, office sex, oral sex (m + f receiving), possibly hickeys too, deep throating, voyeurism (to an extent, 'cause of cameras), clit slapping, sir kink, praise kink, overstimulation, edging/orgasm denial (either one of the two), spanking, unprotected sex, creampie (that's all I could think)

song: earned it by the weeknd / often by the weeknd | WC: 4k (needed to establish plot before getting into it hehe)

beta reading: @kazububs @beware-of-the-rogue @arlertslove (thank you so so much <3333)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

visual inspiration: @mrskenmakozume 's moodboard ehehehe AND Nanami's attire for the JJK x Dolce and Gabbana official fanart look (ISTG I needed to use this somewhere hehehe)

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a/n: so i’d learned a couple of months ago, that kenjiro tsuda (nanami’s va) was the japanese dub for christian grey in 50 shades of grey and now my brain’s in a frenzy. hence, i’ve been in a nanami brainrot of late. also, this is my first nanami smut so i hope y’all enjoy this one ♥️ y'all know the drill, likes, comments and reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. reposts are not allowed at all!! i'll need all the feedback i can get so thank you so so so much!!! also, minors, ageless blogs and blank blogs are not allowed to interact with this post at all!!

Tokyo Jujutsu IT Services has been your workplace for many years. While it's not that you didn't enjoy working, before you were fully committed to your role in one department, you were transferred to a different position in another department, often without explanation. If you knocked on the door of your boss, the company's CEO, Masamichi Yaga, to ask for a promotion, you would be metaphorically slapped on the face with a pay raise. While this was initially flattering, the initial frustration worsened, as you felt that they were trapping you in the company by keeping you for too long without giving you the position you deserved.

In light of this, you thought about leaving the company, and you logged onto LinkedIn to look at different job opportunities. Although you didn't want to leave your colleagues behind, you were left with no choice, but to start drafting your resignation letter. Until one day, you, along with the whole company, learn that Yaga was arrested for illegal insider trading and subsequent embezzlement of funds, and a replacement was assigned and would arrive by Monday.

Upon hearing the news, it hit you how Kyoto Jujutsu IT Services, your rival company’s CEO’s assistant, Kasumi Miwa, often came to the office bearing a plethora of goodies and even taking autographs with Satoru Gojo, one of the junior partners in your company, as he was popular in the software industry, in exchange for confidential information. You had your suspicions though when you could sometimes hear grunts and moans of their names from his office, but who would’ve believed you? Everyone thought he was a good man. The ambiance of the workplace plummeted even more as there were colleagues that looked up to him, especially your best friend, Yuuji Itadori. However, his mood was immediately lifted when you took him to a nearby restaurant and gave him his favorite food.

Contemplating your position in the company, you shrugged and got to work, not wanting to waste any single moment. You were all then called to the center by Kiyotaka Ijichi, the communications liaison for the company, who then introduced you to the newest and youngest CEO, Kento Nanami.

As he entered the office, he was clad in a grey double-breasted suit over a blue high neck cashmere sweatshirt with a golden brooch and black Moccasin gold-plated loafers. He’d fiddled with his blonde hair as he walked and stood next to Ijichi, using his green armless glasses to communicate much better than words ever could. It was no surprise that at that moment, everyone, including you, found him very handsome. But, you were shaking your head because you didn’t want to think lewd thoughts while you were at work.

No sooner did you return to your studio apartment than you freshened up, changed into your blue nightclothes, and took out your vibrator. Turning it on and placing it on your clit, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. The tip of the toy moved up and down the entrance before ultimately entering you, slowly, then increasing the pace. The sudden thought of his cock in you made you burst out in a series of moans, the vibrations causing you to roll your eyes to the back of your head, where you called out, “Mr. Nanami, sir, please fuck me.” For the first time since your apartment was filled with your lewd utterances, when your coil snapped as you orgasmed, you were dissatisfied with your own touch.

However, you were oblivious to the fact that your neighbor could hear you moan from his apartment, causing him to smile as he read his books.

The next day, no sooner do you enter the office than Nanami calls out to you, “(L/N)-san, can you please come into my office for some time?”

You’d gulped in some air before entering the office, and you felt a sense of tension in the air and bit your thumb in nervousness. That’s when he threw a small smile your way and asked you to sit down. You felt a sense of warmth slowly covering you like a blanket.

He then says, “(L/N)-san, I've been meaning to ask you for advice since you're one of the employees who has been there the longest. I’d like you to explain everything that’s been going on in this company without holding anything back from me. ”

As you began explaining what projects had been going on in the office, what different kinds of software people were working on, what challenges people were facing, and so on, Nanami had taken out a small notebook and started noting down every point verbatim, causing your heart to skip a bit, smiling at his gesture. Your previous boss was never keen on hearing different kinds of feedback, but your new boss was.

What took you by surprise, however, was that after you left his office, he contacted the respective department heads, gave different instructions to them, and thus implemented the changes that you were looking for in the company, causing you to develop a sense of trust in him.

Over the next couple of days, you started to build a professional rapport with him, and you deemed him to be a better CEO than Yaga any day. He knows a lot about a wide range of things, and you could ask him for help with any project. You also got to know each other through your shared love of books, certain types of music, and other hobbies.

You were one of the few that were able to see through his tough exterior as he smiled more whenever you were around, and he’d stand beside you at parties when crowds got too overwhelming. You gradually became his favorite employee, earning jealous stares from everyone, especially Akari Nitta, a senior employee. She vocalized her thoughts of earning his favor to earn a promotion, much to your chagrin.

As your rapport with him grew, you kept wanting him more, in every way, especially to satiate your carnal desires. You tried shaking the feelings off; you even tried sleeping with other men, but you finally realized that it wasn’t the same. It would never feel the same, no matter how hard you tried. You wanted your boss to yourself.

One Friday morning, he called for you, asking you to meet him before you clocked out for the day. As the clock was about to strike five, your heart started pacing, because you wanted to talk about getting a promotion that you deserved. You were curious about what he was trying to tell you when others had left. Wondering if he felt the same way about you too, you shook the seemingly ridiculous thought away.

Your mind came back to reality as Yuuji called out to you from your reverie, excitedly crying out before leaving, “Goodnight (L/N), don’t forget to meet Nanamin before you go!”

It makes you chuckle every time the nickname that you used for him spreads like wildfire. While people left the office and called it a night, you gathered a small red box and walked confidently in your black knee-length pencil skirt, which accentuated your curves, a white full-sleeved shirt, and black heels, whose clicking and clacking could be heard in the corridors. When you knock on the door and enter the office, you see him wearing a dark red shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes. He sat back in his chair, loosened his tie, and sighed as he tilted his head upwards.

He then leaned towards the table, putting his arms on it, with his hands joined together, and ankles crossed, speaking to you with a tender tone, “So, (Y/N), I wanted to talk to you.”

Your heart was racing so fast you couldn't understand why. After taking a deep breath, you brought yourself back to reality and nodded. “Of course, Mr. Nanami,” you answered. Your voice quivering, you replied, “I wanted to talk to you as well.”

As he tilted his head towards you, he took off his armless glasses and put them on the table. He spoke with a sense of candor, “I was wanting to know something.”

“How come I see in the records,” he pursed his lips and furrowed his brows as he flipped through some documents, “that you've been here for years but have never been promoted?”

It was as if someone had just injected adrenaline into you, because suddenly, the nervousness turned to determination. You then place the red box on the table and open it to show that you’d bought him some hard candy, causing him to say, “Thank you (L/N)-san, I appreciate it, but-” You interrupted Nanami when you took out a strawberry lollipop from the box and put it in your mouth, licking it slightly with your tongue and sucking on it slowly as his gaze fixed on your lips, slightly wide.

He thought to himself, “Please don’t do this to me, (Y/N).”

“Mr. Nanami,” you clear your throat, bringing him back to reality while still sucking on the lollipop, “is there something I can do for you? After all,” you slyly look at the buttons on his trousers, and say, “That’s my promotion you’re talking about.”

He threw a perplexed look at you as if you had figured out why he was hot and bothered. He bit his lower lip, trying to keep his thoughts from wandering as he noticed the scarlet lace lingerie you were wearing underneath.

He composed himself before speaking to you. “I have been thinking about promoting you, but just to a senior team leader,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Considering Nitta-san's prior experience as a senior employee, I was considering promoting her to become a junior partner.”

You roll your eyes and reply, “Nitta?”

You scoffed, “Please, she's been here for what? Five years at most? She always runs home earlier than most other people.”

Approaching him, your fingers flitting across the table, you shrug your shoulders, replying, “I've been here for more than she has, and you very well know that, Mr. Nanami. Throughout your transition to the company, I've been your main contact. Therefore, I am the one who needs to be in a position higher than my current one. If not, then I am left with no other choice but to file for a resignation.”

In response, Nanami retorts, “Like I'll let you leave the company, (Y/N). It may have been Yaga’s negligence that you weren't promoted right away, but are you really going to leave me? ”

You start to persuade him while still casually sucking on the lollipop.

“Mr. Nanami, the records and the reports of different revaluation meetings must have shown you,” you continue as you unzip your skirt, displaying your lace panties, then straddle him, grinding along with the now appearing bulge, “that my performance is exceptional because I know I'm pretty good at what I do.”

Nanami looks at you intriguingly and asks, “Do you know that there’s a camera in my office?”

You shrug, and murmur, “I do, I was the one who asked for it,” giving a wink.

“Come on, Mr. Nanami, I don’t really care.”

When you come near him, you take the lollipop out of your mouth and place it in his to suck on it, slowly. “I think I wasn't promoted because I refused to give into Yaga's subtle advances, but since you've had the chance to know me, you know how capable I am of taking on any challenge. It's high time I take things into my own hands.”

Then, having got the assurance that you got to him, you take the lollipop out of his mouth, tilt your head, finish the lollipop, throw it away, and smirk, purring, “so I might as well show you how much I want, no need, this promotion.”

“Well, is that all you want. (Y/N), to be a partner?” He asks you, raking his fingers through your hair, humming. Shaking your head, you reply, with your lips brushing his, “You know that that’s not the only thing I want,” and purr, “Kento.”

He nods with a smirk, “You’re going in the right direction, sweetie.”

You then press your lips against his and kiss him passionately, with you straddling him, sucking on his bottom lip and tongue, and your teeth clicking together with one of his hands on your waist and the other cupping your cheek. You then slip down, unbutton, and remove his trousers, leaving his black boxers on display, and upon bringing them down, you let his cock spring free as the head slaps his clothed abdomen.

His cock is exactly as you imagined it to be, long and girthy, with the prominent vein visible. Like the gentleman that he was, he liked to keep things clean down there, just like you. You begin to savor his shaft by wrapping your lips around its head, licking the tip, and tasting his pre-cum. You then keep sucking hard, maintaining eye contact with him. He watched you, entranced, and his mouth was slightly agape.

“Shit, (Y/N),” he rasped. “You’re doing so well; this has got to be one of your best performances,” he continued, smirking down at you.

Using your hands and lips together, you lather his hardened length with your saliva and bob your head up and down hard while keeping your eyes on him. If it was hard for him to maintain control then, he started to lose it the moment you spent some time playing with his balls, licking and sucking on them. All of this caused him to moan and whimper while his eyes rolled back in his head. It was amusing to watch him squirm for someone who had a strong authoritative presence among everyone.

“Mr. Nanami,” you purr, sucking on his delectable cock like there's no tomorrow. “I was hoping you'd have my revaluation meeting on Monday and hopefully discuss getting me rewarded.”

He then murmured, with a knowing smirk, “Oh, absolutely. Especially, as long as you’ll be at my beck and call, 24 x 7, I'll give you something else as a reward along with the partnership.”

If there's one thing you've learned about Nanami, it's that he prefers to take things slowly and in his own time. However, with the tension between you two, he couldn't keep himself away from you any longer.

You smile and continue to move your lips up and down, back and forth, pushing against his firm length. As you continue to suck him completely, that's when he confesses, “(Y/N), ever since I first met you, I’ve been intrigued by you. That night, I could hear you moaning for me from my apartment, and ever since. And now, mmmm-” he couldn’t say anything else as he was so drunk off of the way you’re blowing him, making you realize he was the neighbor that could hear you all along, which turned you on even more because he knew you wanted him.

A tint of blush appears on your cheeks as he moans softly, sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door, causing you to jolt a bit, but not a bit unfazed in the slightest. You then crawl under the desk, Nanami not moving an inch as you take one of his hands, and run your fingers through your hair, enabling him to guide you on how fast to go. Nanami fists your hair and bobs your head up and down, thrusting hard, causing tears to appear in the corner of your eyes.

While you’re so engrossed in how good his shaft tasted, Nanami shuffled himself on the seat and answered with a raspy voice, “Come in.”

His demeanor shifted as his business partner, Shouko Ieiri, walked in, saying, “Nanami-kun, here are the documents for the next meeting.” She asks him, catching the micro-expressions on his face, oblivious to what was going on below the desk, “You okay, Nanami-kun?”

Nanami then smirked, with Ieiri giving a confused look, and said, “Yes, Ieiri-san. Before you say anything, I told her that she was to be promoted to senior team leader to check as to where her loyalties lie, but I’m glad that I-” He coughed to cover up a moan as you took all of his dick down your throat. “I got to know that she wants to stay in the company regardless of the position.” Your eyes widen.

The boss is willing to lie for you?

He leaned towards the table with his arms on it, continuing, “See, Ieiri-san. I was the one who ratted Yaga out.”

Ieiri stared at him in surprise, to which Nanami calmly replied, “He was a bastard. Years ago, he fired my best friend, Yuu Haibara, accusing him of something he did not do because Haibara refused to cooperate. It was going to be the same for (Y/N), but I made sure that he wouldn't repeat that mistake. There is nothing to worry about, Ieiri-san. Have a wonderful weekend!” As Ieiri nods and leaves the office, you slide off his desk. He then picks you up from under the desk and kisses you.

Then he sits you down at the desk, and carefully pulls your panties off of you while you take off your shirt and show him your lacy bra. Having unhooked the bra's hook in front, you leave yourself at his mercy, exposing every part of your body, submitting yourself solely to his pleasure.

He licks his lips, softly moaning and remarking, “Ah, I see that you were planning to do this all along, weren’t you, you cheeky little minx,” and before you could refute, he immediately slaps your clit. This causes you to open your mouth wide and close your eyes as you whimper in pleasure.

“(Y/N), oi, (Y/N),” Nanami calls out to you and your eyes look into his brown orbs. He commands, “Look at me,” pausing after every word.

Causing you to nod frantically, he spreads your legs, grips you by your thighs, and murmurs, “You know what, I'd been thinking about this pussy for a long time. She looks so pretty and do you know what else? She’s all mine.”

He then kneels down, leaning against you, splays one hand on your waist, and uses the other hand to keep slapping your clit while licking it, sucking on your folds, and using his fingers to reach the g-spot, curling them inside. This caused you to moan loudly, dropping all inhibition and care, letting go of the thought that someone must be watching you, and your fingers raked through his light blond hair and pressed it closer between your legs.

He then grips one thigh hard, spreads your folds with another hand, and devours your pussy like it’s his last meal. The coil kept building in you as your back began to arch, your toes began to curl, and you scream, “I-I-Please, sir! I’m a minx for you, please don’t stop,” while pressing his face between your thighs.

This causes him to smirk and continue to eat you until he praises you, pussy drunk, “Oh angel, your pussy is so good for me, it’s so delicious. I’d like her to be available for me, 24/7, so what say, partner? Will you cum for me as a sign of approval, sweetie?”

Hearing this was enough for you to give out one last cry before the coil in you snaps and he continues to slurp your juices. He then looks at you, with your essence smeared all over his face.

“I wasn’t joking about this by the way,” Nanami then stated, matter-of-factly, while he puts your right leg on his shoulder, aligns his dick with your entrance, and while not waiting for you to relax, slams himself into you in one swift motion, with his hands interlocking with yours and his mouth grabbing one of your nipples and suckling on them, eventually bottoming out, with the tip of his head reaching your spongy cervix.

You screamed when you realized that your vibrator could never fill you in the same way that he did. Like he was made to fit into your pussy, every part of him fit into you like a glove. The moans you made seemed to have flipped a switch inside him that he could never turn off. As he started off slowly, you felt your pussy throb and whimpered with every movement he made. "Shit, that's too tight. Look at her clenching around me," he grunts while sucking on your nipples and playing with them, biting hard, while your gaze lingers at the way your wetness coated his dick really well.

As he continued to increase his pace while thrusting into you, he eventually mauled your pussy, with one hand of his rubbing your bundle of nerves and the other hand inside your mouth to muffle your moans as his thrusts got deeper and faster. Eventually, a coil forms in you, again, and he whispers, “Don't come just yet, baby,” causing you to whine and try to hold it all in.

Just then, he pulls out, turns your body around, with your derriere up, and licks your slit from bottom to top. You mewl in pleasure, crying out, “Nanami, sir, please allow me to cum. I can't take it any longer.” He hummed near your cunt, “Oh, but you can and you will,” while you squirmed, unable to contain the pleasure any longer. He continued to devour you until your eyes rolled back, and you let go, with him slurping all your juices again.

“Aaaaaah, (Y/N), you taste so good. This cunny is now mine,” he murmurs as he lines his dick with your entrance, then adds, “and so are you.”

He then thrust himself deeply into you, causing you to mewl with your mouth agape, drunk on the way he made you feel. The sounds of skin slapping, mixed with both of your moans and grunts, reverberated in the room as he increased the pace of his thrusts, with one hand spanking your ass and the other hand around your neck, pinning you to the desk. You were both unconcerned about the consequences you would face in the near future because all that mattered was your desire to be one with each other.

A specific thought crossed your mind for a brief moment. You were never going to leave him, no matter how hard you tried. You were completely satisfied with what was going on right now. You not only became a partner, which was long overdue, but you also bagged the boss. You managed to kill two birds with one stone.

Your walls clenched around his length as your release approached for the third time, causing him to grab you by the neck and pull you closer to him as he rammed into you. Sucking on your neck and biting it a little, reminding you that you belonged to him now.

As your orgasm washes over you, your cum forming a ring at the base of his shaft, he moans, “I'm going to cum inside you as a token of sincere appreciation for your work in this company, baby. Consider this a gift of congratulations, so take it,” he grunts as he lands one final thrust, unloading his seed into you while painting your inner walls white.

He kisses you all over your back, with one hand coming around to fondle your breast as you pant. He whispers in your ear, “Good girl, you took it all in for me.”

While you two try to catch a breath, he pulls out, with the mixture of both of your essences dripping out of you, and you whimper, feeling incomplete, so he cups the back of your head, kisses you, and whispers, “Oh, but we're not done yet, partner,” while smacking your ass again. “Get dressed and let's finish this at home together.”

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