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kentosovertime · 2 years

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(n.) the sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees

work retreat au, manager!naoya x f!reader - 2.3k

CW: explicit content, explicit language, smut, dubcon, teasing, exhibtionism, rough smut, public setting, boss/worker relationship, fingering, pet names, name calling, spanking, slapping, impact play, naoya the asshat, just like i like him

A/N: in collaboration with @taixju Summer of '22 event <3 i had a blast writing this fawn! thank you for hosting this event for everyone to enjoy :) make sure to click the link below to check out all the amazing fics people have contributed!

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Outside. Camping with tents. No running water.

Whoever’s idea it was to drag your entire department out into the middle of the woods could suck your fat fucki-

“Ms. (L/N)?” Your volunteer counselor tries to grab your attention for the third time. “It’s your turn to do the ice breaker.”

She smiles so sweetly at you, so sickly sweet it makes your stomach turn. Everyone already knew your name. Your life story. What could possibly be gained from this? “Hey, guys…” You start, maintaining a slightly elevated monotone. “ I’m (Y/N). 27. I’m the director’s administrative assistant and I like black raspberry ice-”.

You’re rudely cut off by a snort and stifling laughter. Your glare cuts across the clearing human resources had circled you up to, seeing Naoya, the director of sales, your boss, and his little posee of incels.

“That’s enough Mr. Zen’in.” The manager reprimands him. “Thank you for sharing, Ms. (L/N). Let’s move on to team building activities!” She claps her hands in front of her so excited with her idea.

You let yourself take a deep breath, schooling your features to complacency, knowing your team would be looking to you as an example now the attention was on you. Nor did you want to be pulled into a meeting when this was all done.

A meeting you were hoping Naoya would get pulled into instead. The moves he put on you in the office were bearable, constrained by the rules of the office as he expertly toed the line of propriety, but on this trip? Any hope of keeping your head down and getting unscathed dwindled the hotter it got.

You stretch your arms above your head, following as the group tightens the circle, wiping the sweat from your brow as the hot July sun beats down on your head.

“We’ll be listing off names. When we say you and your partner’s name, find each other!” She calls over the large group. “You’ll be sitting back to back, linking arms and attempting to use teamwork to stand up together!”

Please don’t be Naoya. Please don’t be- “Naoya and (Y/N)!” Shit.

“Aw, wipe that look of disappointment off your face, sweetie.” He coos, walking up behind you, slipping to sit on the ground, looking up at you over his shoulder with a sly grin. “Don’t want to get down here and dirty with me, princess? Afraid to get grime under those manicured nails?”

Whoever’s idea this was… You chant in your head again. Your eyes flick over his form, his athletic shorts riding up his thighs and the skin tight shirt. Whoever made this all a thing couldn’t have done something that required to see your boss in normal people's clothes?

You can feel a retort ready to fly from your throat, urged on by the smug satisfaction you can feel rolling off of him as you kneel on the ground before pressing your sweat slicked back to his.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure HR doesn’t work your body too hard.” He chuckles as the two of you push, attempting to stand up.

“That’s not necessary.” You grunt out, panting at the effort of how hard this actually was. “I didn’t ask for the help, sir.”

“That’s cute.” He laughs before whispering so only you can hear. “You think I’m being nice for your sake? I may have use for you later. And I’d hate to have you worn out before we begin.”

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You’re about ready to collapse in exhaustion as the day wears on, time seeming to grind to a halt. The group had slowly moved to a more shaded area as the temperature increased, though it didn’t do much to prevent the majority of the men from shedding their already questionably cut up gym tees .

Your eyes flick to your bosses form. Out of habit, you tell yourself. This is a fucking HR nightmare, and you’re absolutely not enjoying the sight.

“Ok! Water break’s done everyone!” How this woman was still as bubbly as she was when the day started, you have no clue how. “Human knot time!”

You stifle a snort at the groans that go up around the group at the woman’s lack of situational awareness, pressing the ice cold water bottle to the back of your neck in an attempt to cool off.

When the group gathers, you manage to deftly avoid Naoya’s seeking grasp in the favor of two female coworkers, but that’s where your victory ends. As the conglomerate of sweaty bodies untangles, you’re twisted forcefully in the hard plane of someone’s abdomen, his muscles rippling under your squirming body, sweat glistening from today’s activities as the slickness smears against your arms.

Embarrassment floods your system, contributing to the slight burn settling across your nose and cheekbones. You can’t decide if it would be worse to stare at his well defined pecs, or to look up, making eye contact with your coworker. A dark chuckle pulls you from your reverie, making the decision for you.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” Naoya coos at the way your eyes widen and pupils dilate against your will, making his cock twitch in excitement as he watches a bead of sweat fall to trail down your neck. “Can’t handle the heat?”

“I can handle hotter than this.” You bite out, scowling and letting innuendo drip from your aggressive tone, aggravated by how delicious he smells despite his garbage personality.

Your arm is yanked, pulling you from his clutches for the time being, just when you think your face can’t get any redder.

The next time you’re forced together, you’re climbing gingerly through his circled arms when the movement halts. You let out a defeated whimper, your hot center straddled astride the expanse of his forearm.

If only he was as determined as you were to ignore the positioning , catching you off guard as he remains quiet, refusing to alert you from where you were purposefully gazing away from him, as he grinds his arm up into you.

He doesn’t even manage to pull off an innocent look as he pretends to just be shifting from the position he’s stuck in, rubbing repeatedly against you, edging you until you’re ripped away from him again.

He chuckles under his breath, the huffs of hot air exhaling from your panting mouth having nothing to do with the broiling heat and extensive physical team building. He can see how flustered you are from where he is across the group.

The final straw happens as the group has almost completed the task of untangling themselves. The partner you’d been holding hands with jolted you down the hard forest floor as they crawl between someone’s legs.

The halting of the line, like before, leaves you vulnerable, but this time, with Naoya looking down his nose at you as you try to contain your desperate panting, it feels different.

“I can think of a better reason for you to be panting on your knees for me like a bitch in heat.” His face slides into a suggestive smirk, his perverted gaze raking over your body. “HR approved, of course.”

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As the activities end for the day, and the group, transitions to free time, you swear you can feel his gaze for the rest of the evening. Raking up your form, trying to catch your eye. You opt to remain near as many people as possible, joining dozens at a large bonfire that lasts well into the night and early morning, past when the majority of people had retreated to their tents.

You stretch with a yawn, rising from your spot in front of the sparking embers to make your way to bed, trying to ignore the burning itch that is still simmering low in your stomach.

Your mouth is covered swiftly as you’re pulled behind a large oak, far enough from those still awake to remain out of their sight. A shocked yelp flies from your mouth, muffled by the firm grip across your lips as the force pins you face first to the rough bark of the tree.

“Thought this was what your body was begging for.” Naoya chuckles, the air puffing against the sensitive shell of your ear as you try to pry yourself from his arms. He presses the painfully obvious bulge of his athletic shorts against the seam of your legging clad legs.

Your desperate squeaks as you squirm away only fuels his desire. “‘This not what you wanted? You talk a bigger game than you can handle, princess?”

Your chest aches from the burn of the bark as Naoya anchors himself against your back, forcing his way under the seam of your pants, roughly rubbing through your slick folds, sucking his teeth in disappointment at what he finds, thinking someone so soaked for him wouldn’t be putting up such a fight.

“You certainly seem like you’re enjoying the attention, slut.” Your center clenches on nothing as he teases your entrance with his digits. You shake your head, trying to clear the haze and push back against him, knowing the group of your coworkers were just a few paces away.

“Choice is yours.” He plunges his fingers into you without warning, expertly teasing the rough spot within you as you squeal out his name in pleasure. “Admit you want me to bully my cock into this drooling cunt and I’ll drag you back to the tent.”

“Mr. Zen- N-Naoya-! Shit! W-we can’tt- please s-s-stop!” Your eyes cross as he doubles his efforts, adding his thumb to circle your clit.

“Or.” He growls. “That whore mouth will stop stuttering and start screaming when I fuck you into this tree for everyone to hear.”

“T-tent-! Your t-tent!” You manage to moan out before you clamp your own hand over your mouth, attempting to silence yourself. He pulls his fingers from your center, flicking the accumulated slick at your face, chuckling when you flinch.

“Uh uh. You’re not going to be able to move when I’m done with you.” He herds your stumbling form towards your tent. “Don’t plan on making this a fucking sleepover, sweetheart.”

Naoya’s hand lands harshly on the swell of your ass as you arrive at your tent, pulling a sharp gasp from you, causing those still stilling around the fire to gaze into the darkness behind you.

“You alright, (Y/N)?” Someone yells to you, causing Naoya to give you a knowing smirk as he unzips the door to your tent.

“Jus’ t-tripped on a root!” You hope the cloudiness that made its way into your brain kept itself out of your voice, or at least that it played off as pain. They seem to buy your excuse as Naoya shoves you into the now open door, onto the floor, landing you with a dull thud onto your sleeping bag.

He only gets the zip closed halfway before he launches himself at you, ripping at the fabric of the leggings, pulling them down to your knees before reaching into his shorts, pushing the band just far enough for him to slip his cock out before he sinks into you with no prep.

“Are you gonna be a perfect little assistant, princess?” He grunts above you, pushing your legs to your chest by the back of your thighs, bullying his cock into you with such force it jolts your body, making your eyes cross as you see stars. “Gonna take every inch? Gonna beg for my cum, sweetheart?”

“P-please-!” You babble out helplessly, unable to control the volume of your shrieks as he somehow hits the exact spot you need, ramming and assaulting your cervix deliciously. “Naoy-!”

Your pleas are cut off with a chokes whisper as the palm of his hand descends upon the side of your face before squeezing your cheeks harshing, forcing your watery, hazy gaze to meet his dark one.

“Use your manners, slut.” He growls, stilling his movement, causing you to chase him, your hips pleading for him to move again. “I’m your boss. You’ll address me as such. Now beg pretty, bitch.”

“M-Mr-...” You sniffle, more tears streaming from your face as you teeter over the edge, clamping and fluttering around his stilled length, your haze sending your ego straight out the door. “Mr. Zen’in.. Please- shit- p-please f-fill me up my p-pussy!”

He hear him groan, whimpering helplessly as he effortlessly flips your body, forcing your face and torso into the hard ground before sliding into you from behind, fucking into you harder than before.

“Gonna cum, princess?” He scoffs, chuckling at how desperate you look pushing your ass back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Forcing my way into your cunt does it for you, you filthy bitch?”

“Y-yes, s-sir-!” You whimper below him ready to explode, making him groan ubscencely.

“Hope you're ready for all the overtime-” His head falls back, ready to paint your walls white. “M’own personal cum dump. Paid for by the company.”

His degrading words are what send you over the edge, making you shriek as you bite into your sleeping bag to silence yourself as your body trembles helplessly, your soaked heat sucking him in, causing him to quickly come inside of you.

He watches transfixed as he pulls his length from you, gazing hungrily at how mess you’re oozing his seed all over your overnight bedding.

“See you Monday.” He smacks your leaking cunt, making you collapse from your elbows as he tucks his messy cock away in his pants. “Come in an hour early so we can get started.”

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