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gojo-mochi · 8 months

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5 times Nanami apologized to you and meant it and one time he didn’t

CW: ModernAU! Fem!reader, Shy-ish!Reader Dom!Nanami Sub!Reader. Mostly Fluff/Suggestive with Smut at the end, Overstimulating, Dacryphilia, Size Kink/Size differences, Hand Kink, Voice Kink, Mutual Pining, (good golly this man’s whole existence is just a kink tbh) Nanami goes feral at the end. Small noncon with overstimm and Nanami not listening. Legging ripping and small pus** slapping. Reader gets two small anxiety attacks. Slight Drunk driving I’m so so so sorry for this A/N: I blame @downforsanji for showing this TikTok and making my brain think of Nanami fucking you so hard while he soothes you by saying “Sorry” / Also yes, I did add a hand kink in there cuz of the new JJK trailer. THIS WAS ALSO SUPPOSED TO BE A FLUFFY DRABBLE AT FIRST but Nanami rot took over my brain, I’m sorry Zoro, I’ll come back to you soon I swear. Also, we need more Haibara love!! Sort of self-coded sue me alright (actually don’t I’m kidding) Don’t ask me why it got so feral at the end my demons took over me.

Word Count:18k choking and sobbign

You and Nanami were both coworkers stuck in the same boring office job. He sat next to your cubicle but with his stoic face and rough voice you were always afraid to say any more than just simple greetings and goodbyes. You often found yourself glancing over his way on slow days, admiring how he always seem to be focus on something, never easily distracted by anything (unless it was a certain loud-mouthed white-haired man that seems to pop out of nowhere just to bother Nanami and leave). You don’t really know who the white-haired man was and while he was extremely pretty, your sights were set on Nanami and Nanami only. Especially his hands, you didn’t think you had a hand-kink before but now you defiantly do.

Nanami’s long slender fingers that easily glide over to any letter on the keyboard in a rhythmic pattern, veins that subtly pop out whenever he deals with an angry customer on the phoneline or when the boss gives him extra work, that one day when the office’s a/c stopped working and Nanami pulled on his tie to loosen it with only one of his fingers. You had to excuse yourself after seeing that with a flushed face, blaming it on the heat and not the heat that was pooling in your core. Everything about him was so alluring and hypnotic, you often got lost in your head while watching him to your own embarrassment.

Nanami was on another long phone call with a customer that kept going on a tirade about something or other, you weren’t really listening to it anyway. You were more focused on his hand on his nice muscular thigh, that his pantsuit barely contains, softly tapping on it with his ring and middle finger. Sometimes when the customer would cut him off in the middle of answering one of their many questions, Nanami would scrunch up his face cutely and squeezed his hand to not let his annoyance show in his voice. Three times, it was three times he clenched his hand into a fist during that call and three times you also clenched your thighs together right afterwards. You were so lost in watching him for gods know how long that you didn’t notice that he put down the phone a while ago and was talking to you instead now.

“…L/N-san?”

“L/N-san?”

You snapped out of your haze and looked up to find Nanami’s face extremely closed to yours, he was leaning down a bit even from his position sitting down on the office chair to get to eye level with you. You never fully understood just how tall he was until now. You let out a small squeak in surprise seeing the coworker you were openly ogling be so close to you. “Eep! Na-Nanami-san!” You scoot back in your chair a bit, missing how Nanami’s face fell down a bit because of it, he quickly switched back to his stoic but softer face (only around you) when you glanced back up at him. “What’s up?” You faked a cough in your throat and looked away from his intense staring. “Sorry, L/N-san, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just going to ask if you emailed me that contract yet. But if you’re feeling unwell, I think you should think about leaving early.”

His eyebrow furrows a bit as he leans in closer to rest his hand on your forehead, checking for any signs of a high temperature. Nanami’s hand look rough and calloused but it felt so gentle and warm on your skin. It made your whole body burn up quickly, you jumped up from your chair away from Nanami’s hand, you knew that if you stayed there for one more second you would have start nuzzling and purring at his touch. Not wanting to embarrass yourself further than you already had you quickly muttered an excuse about needing to go to the restroom and left. Nanami was left there a bit shocked at your sudden departure, his hand still hanging in the air where it was pressed against you. He looks at his hand and gives a low sigh, missing your warmth that he felt on it.

When you came back, Nanami had already packed up and left but on your desk was a bottle of juice and your favorite snack from the vending machine along with a note attached. “L/N-san, don’t worry about the contract anymore. Take these and feel better. – Nanami” was written in very neat cursive writing. Short and to the point, you can hear Nanami’s voice in your head when you read the note causing you to giggle a bit. Your heart was pounding at the sweet gesture though, it made you even more embarrassed about what happened before. You slumped back in your chair and pressed on forward to finish the work you left ignored in favor of drooling over Nanami’s hands.

The next morning Nanami comes in the office to find you furiously typing away at your keyboard in hopes of finishing of work before your boss get in the office. He also finds a cup of coffee and his favorite pastry sitting on his desk with a note from you that reads “Nanami! Thanks for yesterday -L/N :)”. How unfortunate that you were too busy working on your emails that you missed the small blush that ran across Nanami’s face when he read your note. As he was eating the pastry at lunch later, he wondered if the bakery made it sweeter today or was it just because you gave it to him, that it tasted much sweeter…

Another day at the office but this time everyone was in a frenzy, deadlines for contracts were fast approaching and everyone was running around trying to finish their own work so they aren’t stuck with overtime or a lashing from the higher ups. You were faring no better than everyone else, only Nanami seem to be the only calm one like usually. Between all the phone calls, emails, meetings, documents signing, and general panicking, your mind was all over the place. Your hands were shaking with all the caffeine and sugar you ingested to try to keep your brain and eyes working just enough to write and speak coherently. You completely ignored everything else around you, this includes Nanami, who was starting to get extremely concerned at how many energy drinks were piling up on your desk.

Nanami was diligent in his work, always keeping up to task but never going overboard so while he still had work to do be done, it wasn’t a whole lot so he was free to watch the chaos unfolding around him. His eyes travel to your small form, shoulder shaking slightly as you hunch over to stare daggers at the emails on the computer screen. Your hands typing a mile a minute, your eyes seem to be unblinking as well, the only sign that you were still even alive was the short and staggered breaths you took every few minutes. Nanami’s phone buzz in his pants, he pulls it out, deciding to tear his eyes from your form for now. He immediately regrets his decision to do so as he read the name of who texted him. Automatically feeling his blood pressure rising he swipe up on his phone to read the messages.

Gojo: Yoooo, did you bang that hot chick next to you yet? ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

Nanami: Do not refer to L/N as that again or I will punch you next time you come here.

Gojo: Woahhh! Possessive already? (*/▽＼*) I wonder if L/N would like this side of you

Nanami: If you have nothing important to say to me, I’m going back to work.

Gojo: WAITT!!!!!! ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉД`)ヽ Don’t go yet! I’m bored! Tell me something!! What’s L/N doing?

Nanami felt his veins pop a bit, he didn’t know why he was still entertaining Gojo’s whims, pinching the bridge of his nose he takes another look at you. You weren’t hunched over like a shrimp anymore but now you were multitasking by speaking on the phone with one hand while you kept on writing emails with the others. He would be impressed if he wasn’t worried about your wellbeing. His phone buzzing once again brought his attention away from you. He had half a mind to block Gojo for the rest of the day but he knew if he did that, he’ll just have to deal with a whiny Gojo in person next time.

Gojo: NANAMIN!!!!

Gojo: You’re so cruel and mean and you are a bad bad man, I’m telling L/N to not date you and to stay away from you from now on. ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉﾞ

Nanami: She doesn’t even know you.

Gojo: I could get to know her better… maybe even better than you (¬‿¬ )

Nanami: Watch it Gojo.

Gojo: Joking!! Geez! (＠´ー`)ﾉﾞ Anyway how is your little lovebug doing today?? You still haven’t told me anything.

Nanami: She drank 6 energy drinks and is working like a mad man, I’m worried about her.

Nanami usually wouldn’t tell his concerns so freely to anyone lest alone Gojo but seeing you in this state made him more anxious than he realized.

Gojo: Ohhh? Maybe you should offer some help ⊂(･ω･*⊂) Sexy help ♡ (￣З￣)

Nanami: Goodbye Gojo.

Nanami sighed out and turned off his phone’s notifications. Mood now soured thanks to Gojo, he looked to your spot once again to find no one there. Nanami panned all over the office to try to find where you went. Panicking quietly in his mind as his imagination ran wild. What if you passed out somewhere and no one was there to help you? What if you got lost somewhere in the building and someone took advantage of your state right now? All different types of horrible scenarios bounced around in Nanami’s head as he paced around the office searching for you. Weaving and dodging all the other employees who were having their own meltdowns, but Nanami didn’t care about them, it was only you sitting on his mind right now.

Chewing on his inner cheek anxiously as he went around the office area one last time with no sight of you, his pace quickens as he heads towards the printer room, hoping to see you there. Oof! He felt something hit his chest as he turned the corner, arms swiftly reaching to grab the person he bumped into. He only realized once his hand was grasped firmly on your waist and back that he had bumped into you. He pulls you up to your feet, one hand coming up to hold your shoulder steady as you started to sway a bit. “L/N-san, forgive me, I’m sorry I didn’t see you coming.” Nanami voice came out smooth unlike the inner turmoil he was facing right now. You shook your head, a bit dizzy from the impact and quite honestly, the amount of caffeine you drank today and on an empty stomach for that matter.

Your hands grabs on to Nanami’s bicep while your head slumps down on to his chest. Your caffeine high coming down to a crash as Nanami held you in his arms. Your mind was still reeling so you weren’t exactly all there or else your face would be a tomato red seeing how close you were to your office crush at this moment. Nanami, however, was very clear minded, enough to feel and sense everything, to smell the fragrance of the shampoo of you used this morning, to notice how utterly tiny you were compared to him, his hand subconsciously squeezed your waist and he felt his pant tighten as he feels his fingers sink in your plush skin. A tiny groan left your lips either at the contact or from how nauseous you felt, either way it causes Nanami to blush deeply, reprimanding himself for doing such a thing while you were clearly weak and needed help.

“Na-Nanami-san?” Your voice barely came above a whisper, cheek still pressed onto Nanami’s chest as a headache started to pound at your temple.

“L/N-san, I think you should go home, you’re not looking too good right now.” Nanami cringed at himself, wishing he could come up with something to say better than that. Thankfully, you were too tired to care about his choice of wording right now.

“Ahh… I have so much work to do though, the boss is going to kill me if I leave now…” You protested with your words but your body snuggled in closer to Nanami, seeking out his warmth. Your arms now looping around his waist as far as you can reach, as you inhale his scent, it smelled clean and refreshing with a hint of spice underneath. The crisp scent of his clothes and aftershave followed just a dollop of musk in the cologne he sprays on his wrist. He was never one to overdo things so he only sprays a little of cologne each day, you smelt it before whenever he was lean in closer to hear you better or when you walked by his desk. Getting only a fragment of it each time, but now you could fully indulge yourself in his scent. It was almost like you were drunk by the way you were acting currently, later on at night when you start to remember what you did today, you would scream into your pillow for two hours and berate yourself for acting so weird.

Nanami tried very hard not to hug you closer in this moment, chalking up your actions to your tiredness and being overworked. He cleared his throat once to gather himself and to get your attention. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care your workload for you. I’ll inform the boss that you got sick and your work will be done by me.” You mumbled something incoherent, Nanami takes that as an affirmative answer and continues on. “I’ll ask Ichiji to call a ride to take you home, alright?” You nod, cheek still on his chest, so you were pretty much just nuzzling him again like a cat. Nanami’s will broke as his arms wrapped around you to give you a tight squeeze that last only for a mere five seconds but letting you go. He calls over Ichiji and told him the situation, trusting that the nervous man would not doing anything unjust to you and get you home safely.

Nanami stayed at the office until 1am that night, working overtime, which was something he despised but since it was for you, he found himself not hating as much as he normally would. You did end up getting sick for a while when you got home, laying in bed kicking yourself that you can’t go apologize or thank Nanami for all that did for you. Once you got back to the office though, Nanami just told you to lay off the energy drinks if you felt that sorry, it felt more like a lecture the way he was talking to you but he ended it with a pat on your head that birthed a symphony of butterflies in your stomach.

III

Ever since that day you got sick from all the energy drinks and overworking, Nanami been touchier with you. It wasn’t like he was giving up bear hugs every day, but oh how you wished he did. It was small and simple actions like a touch on your shoulder to let you know he was passing by, his knee coming over to brush against yours when he had a question and turned his chair to face you, even tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear once. He asked you more question, made small talk with you, and always brought an extra water bottle with him whenever he comes back from lunch. He would place it on the side of your keyboard without a word but if you didn’t end up drinking at least half of it by the end of the work day he would send you a silence look that made your knees buckled a bit under the pressure. Sometimes you would purposefully not drink enough so he would scold you, just for a little bit.

You slowly start to initiate your own form of skinship with him. Feeling more confidant that he won’t find it weird now after all you did in front of him lately. You let your pinky brush against his when you gave him papers, letting a hand rest on his shoulder when he asked you to look at something on his computer, tugging on his sleeve when you wanted to get him attention on something. The small sparks that fly off whenever the two of you touch was exhilarating, making you feel like a high school girl with her first crush again. You still find yourself peeping at his hands every now and then, you wanted to find an excuse to hold his hand but came up with nothing that wouldn’t automatically be weird. So, you contained yourself to be happy with the small amount of contact you been having so far.

Nanami was pushing his luck lately, with all the small contact he been making with you. His reasonable side of the brain told him he should stop sooner than later before he makes a mistake and push you too far. He could end up in a HR case or just end up losing whatever kind of friendship the two of you have right now, both are worst case scenarios for him but he always prepared for the worst. Though a very small and annoying voice in the back of his head, that sounded a bit like Gojo, was telling him that he should test the water even further and see where it lands. You weren’t pushing him away or saying anything to him about it, so either you like it as much as he does or you were too shy to confront him about it. Nanami’s head ping pong back and forth on what to do with you, ever since that day when he hugged you closed to his body, he been feverishly missing how your body fitted so perfectly in his arms.

He remembered the scent of your shampoo still; he would go out to look for it last time he went shopping. Staying in the haircare aisle and opening various bottles, trying to find the one that you use. Oh, he was so down bad for it, it was getting embarrassing at this point, if anyone ever finds out about his shampoo adventure, he would perish on the spot. He ended up grabbing three different bottles of shampoo that seems closed enough to your scent but it wasn’t hitting the same spot in his brain as when he first inhaled your smell. The cashier at the market commented on how much he must had loved this kind of scent as they were checking him out, Nanami fought off an eye twitch and just smiled pleasantly with a nod.

Would it be weird if he asked you for shampoo recommendation? He chewed on that thought for a while, watching you flock around the office as he sips his morning coffee that you got for him. It was a routine at this point, Nanami would come in with pastries or sandwiches from the bakery he likes and you would bring in a hot cup of coffee for him with your own drink of choice. Sometimes Nanami would find small messages or doodles on the cup sleeve. His favorite ones were the small cats you drew and the one with the message; “Do your best today, Nanami!” alongside a cat with glasses on similar to his own. When you weren’t looking, Nanami would take the sleeve off and tucked away in it his suitcase to bring home. He has a small collection of your handwritten notes safely hidden away in a drawer. For the rest of the work day when he wasn’t on call or doing work, Nanami would find himself glancing your way, secretly taking some documents placed on your desk while you were away to put on his.

He hated doing extra work but the fact that your dark eye bags were lessening each day helped him press on. It was another busy day at the office, every one beside him seem to be feeling the pressure of deadlines or rude customers. He silently cursed the higher ups for managing everything so shit that the employees were the one picking up the slack. You were groaning out as you see another oncoming call from that one customer that will not stop bothering you for some reason. You send a shaky thumbs up to Nanami as you answer the call in your fake customer service’s voice. Oohing and Aahing at their stories, and feigning an apologetic tone once they started complaining again with an eye roll that Nanami smiled at. The call lasted forever or at least it seems like it did, you weren’t even speaking in full sentences at this point, just humming occasionally on the phone to let the customer know that you were still there as they start on another story. You felt tapping on your shoulder and turn to look Nanami’s way, his hand slid down your shoulder, the tips of his fingers only slightly grazing it, causing you to shiver.

He held out his palm and motioned you to copy him, you give him a questioning look but held open your palm towards him either way. He retracting his hand into his pockets and came out with a candy and a note, placing it on your palm. His own hand dwarfs yours by miles, you felt his thumb swipe a line on your wrist as he pulls away slowly. The friction was short but it set blazes in your stomach. The note was again written in that neat cursive handwriting you seen once before. “You’re doing good, L/N. Keep it up.” Another short and simple note but the way your stomach was coiling in itself with the heat with anything before simple. You unwrapped the candy and pop it pass your glossy lips, Nanami swallowed hard upon seeing that, and you gave Nanami a sweet smile. This sweet moment between the two of you was sadly interrupt by the customer who’s still on the line this whole-time yelling obscenities in your ears. “Are you still there?! Hello?!” “A-ah, sorry sir! I’m still here! The line must had been down for a while-“ You tried your best to soothe the angry customer, turning your full attention back to the call, Nanami frowned feeling annoyed at his moment with you being cut so soon. He would later in that same work day, erased that whole customer’s profile and blocked his number from ever being able to call here again.

The next morning started the same way, you brought the two drinks at the coffee shop and were now preparing to write your daily message to Nanami on it. Every time you would doodle or write on the cup sleeve before bringing it to Nanami, you had to fight off your inner demons as to not draw hearts on it. Maybe he wouldn’t even noticed, Nanami never commented on your messages before, so you thought you could get away with maybe one small heart on the corner of the cup today? Your demons celebrated victory today as you drew the outline of a small heart on the corner of the cup sleeve, far away from the big and bold lettering on your message for the day. “Let’s work hard (but not too hard) today!”. You snort lightly, remembering how Nanami would always tell you not to push yourself just for the sake of this company. Lightly chastising you for the amount of work you do and the amount of work you laze off of on, causing you to have to work extra hard to complete the deadlines. You wanted to call him a hypocrite since when you do get behind on work, Nanami would always stay behind and work extra hours just to help you.

You held the coffee close to you as you start to walk over to the office, foot tapping anxiously on the elevator ride to your floor. You suck in a huge breath as the elevator dinged and open its door. You said your morning greetings to the other employees on the floor, each step you take to your desk felt heavier than the last. The drinks start to shake in your trembling hands as you see the top of Nanami’s head poke over the desk walls. “G’morning. Nanami!” You don’t know when but you both started dropping the “-san” after each’s other names for some time now. Nanami looks up at you from his chair, waving a hand in greeting with a small “Morning, L/N.” back. You set his coffee down on his desk as you passed by, settling your own stuff down by your own desk as you boot up your computer.

As Nanami took a sip from his coffee, he smiled reading the message you wrote for him, then as he set it back down, he noticed the tiny heart left on the corner. His hand gripped the cup a bit too tight upon seeing it, the hot liquid inside almost spilling over the top, the droplets that do escape cascading down the side of the cup to singed Nanami’s fingers and stopped him from further crushing the cup. The roaring beats of his heart overtook all of his other senses, leaving him drowning in an overwhelming sense of affection and cuteness. He squeezed his other hand tightly, feeling so much cute-aggression at the moment, he wanted so badly to turn his chair around towards you and squished you in his hold. Maybe even bite on your cute cheeks or mark up your neck until you were crying just a little. He didn’t know why the idea of you crying from his actions made his cock ache, it wasn’t that he wanted to bully you outright or make you sad, it was a different kind of tears he wanted to see from you. The kind that come out from overwhelming pleasure that he wanted to force upon you.

He takes in a deep breath, controlling his mind and putting away all the dark thoughts that was spilling out. He pinches his nose and lets out a long sigh, shaking his head. You turn to him, tilting your head in a worry look. Your hand going to grasp lightly on his shoulder, as your lips jut out into a cute pout. You were worried that Nanami was pushing himself too hard for your sake by taking on your extra workload. Nanami had to bite his inner cheek to stop himself from jumping on you. Giving your hand a tentative but reassuring pat before responding; “I’m fine, just didn’t get enough rest last night it seems.” His voice came out a been gruffier than he meant it to, making him sound a lot worse than he actually was. This makes you frown more, eyes downcast as you start to apologize for all the work he took on in your stead. He stopped you with a finger on your chin, lifting it up so you meet with his eyes. “I told you, I’m fine, I don’t mind doing all this, truly.” He takes a moment to pause, his finger itching to feel more of you soft skin. “Also, thank you for the coffee again today.”

With that, he lets go of your chin, letting it linger on there for a second, leaving you breathless. You choked out a small “You-you’re welcome.” Then turned back to your work, hoping Nanami couldn’t hear how loud your heartbeat was racing. Nanami felt shamed and excitement at his small action, berating himself internally while he rub on the finger that held your chin. His brain snapped back to reality as he remembered that he still hasn’t given you the stuff he brought from the bakery today. He brought the bakery’s bag up on his desk and brought out the pastries. Laying out them out neatly on his desk, grabbing your attention right after with a cough. “L/N, the bakery had a sale today, I know it not the usual breakfast items but I got some cream puffs as extra.” He taps on the small container of cream puffs as he spoke. “Would you like to try some with me? I heard from the owner it one of their best-selling items but I never tried one myself.”

You nod along listening to his story, mouthwatering slightly at you take a look at the cream-filled pastries in front of you. “I would love to try some! Thank you Nanami!” Your eager hands go to open the container of treats, grabbing a puff and immediately popping the whole thing in your mouth. Moaning as you bit down on the outer shell, letting the sugary cream inside spill on your tongue, enjoying the way it melts so nicely down your throat. You let out a low moan, going to pluck another one, this time taking a half a bite so you can savor it more. Nanami’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed harshly. His mind going to those dark places again upon hearing you moan so lewdly and in a public setting as well. His eyes followed the second puff you picked all the way to your lips as you bite down on it, leaving a little bit of cream smeared on the side of your lips.

Not that you noticed, with the way your eyes were closed, tongue lapping up the remaining cream in your mouth, too lost in the sugary and smooth bliss. Nanami’s hand moved before his brain could stop it, his hand coming up cup your chin again, fingers pressed in on your puff-out cheeks, thumb hovering just above your lips for a second. You pause in your chewing to stare at Nanami, the warmth from his calloused fingers made your brain short-circuit. The cream puff still in your mouth was left there, slowly melting and mixing in with your spit. Nanami’s big brown eyes stared into your soul from behind his glasses as his thumb finally comes down to swipe on your plush lips, collecting the cream left on the side. It was only there for half a minute at most but the time you both spent in that moment felt like an eternity while Nanami pulled away.

His eyes start blinking back to reality, realizing what he just did to you. “L/N, please forgive me, I don’t know why I did that. I-I.. I’m truly sorry, my lack of sleep must be catching up with me more than I thought.” He excuses himself one more, getting up from his seat, “Let me get some napkins for you..” was all that he said, leaving you alone to comprehend what just happened. The cream puff starting to feel heavy in your stomach as everything came crashing down on you. “Fuck..” Your whole body heats up, your face turning a bright red as your head lowers to your knees. Breathing heavily, your heart racing as fast as it can

to lodge itself in your throat. And while you were having this mini-panic attack, Nanami sprinted to the kitchen/break area to grab some napkins for you.

The tips of his ears a bright pink as he yanked out napkins from the container, noticing cream still left on his thumb from wiping it off your face. Now, the rational thing to do would be to just wipe it off on the napkins he already holding in his other hand. And most people who knew Nanami would say that he is a very rational man. However, in this exact moment, Nanami did a very irrational thing and popped his thumb into his mouth. Licking the cream left on there with his tongue and holding in it his mouth with a soft groan. Glad that no one else uses the break room when it’s this early in the day. He wrapped his tongue around his own thumb making sure that every last drop of the cream was gone before he lewdly popped the thumb back out. He quickly wiped away the spit line connecting to it and dribbling down the side of his thumb with shame. Looking around twice to make sure that no one saw that.

He came back to place the napkins on your desk without a word, and the rest of the day went on quietly for the two of you. Neither of you mentioning what just happened earlier, the container of cream puff was left untouched for most of the day until Haibara came around and asked if he could take it home.

You and Haibara weren’t close friend to be honest, he was one of the few others who were closer to Nanami. Haibara just gave off this lovable golden retriever type energy that draws in most people to him. He treats everyone he meets like a friend so it was hard not to be friendly back to him. Though you were quite jealous of how close he and Nanami was with each other. Haibara would always come jogging up to Nanami with a bright smile, prattling off about something he did the weekend prior, arms waving around in the air as he acted out his story in a big way. Nanami simply standing there and nodding along to his story, you think he wasn’t listening by the way he was acting but every time when Haibara would end his stories, Nanami had something to say. Whether it was simply scolding him for going out again with this “Gojo” character or asking him follow up questions. Nanami was a good friend like that, yeah, a ‘friend’.

Could you call yourself friends with Nanami now, I mean you two had been getting really close lately, almost too close as you remembered when he wiped the cream off your lips. You didn’t dare bring it up again, in fear that Nanami felt nothing about it, not like how you did. You knew that Nanami went out with Haibara sometimes, from the conversations you eavesdropped in whenever you’re walking past the two. It wasn’t that hard to listen in, with Haibara being loud as he is. You gathered enough information to know that Nanami did hangout with him and others on occasions, with Nanami mostly being roped into events he didn’t really want to go to. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, wishing you had the courage to ask Nanami to hang out with you outside the office.

Fear lingering in the back of your mind, as he could only see you as an office friendship and nothing more. You didn’t want to be mad at Haibara, since he did nothing wrong but with the way he was hanging out of Nanami’s broad shoulder, laughing like it was nothing special, made you frown. Nanami walked slowly matching Haibara pace as they both came back from their break. Haibara shaking his head onto Nanami’s shoulder, still laughing about a joke he said earlier. His hand squeezing Nanami’s other shoulder as he holds his stomach. You felt your own stomach twist with envy as you saw the corner of Nanami’s lips quirk up in a small smile. Haibara spots you first, waving his arm high in the sky, calling you over to the two of them. You mustered up a smile and got up from your chair, glancing at Nanami as you walk up to Haibara. “L/N-san! Hey! Did you just come back from your break too?”

Haibara was bouncing on his heels as he spoke to you, his arm still dangling off of Nanami’s shoulder. “I just got back a couple of mins ago, yeah, are you guys just getting back too?” You asked like you haven’t been secretly watching them from your desk. Haibara nods also shouting out a “Yes!”, Nanami sighed and knocked him lightly on the back of his head. “There are other people still working, try to keep your voice down.” Haibara laughed while rubbing the place where Nanami hit him. “Sorry Nanami, heh, ah! Anyway! L/N-san!” He was raising his voice again, making Nanami sigh out deeply and you to giggle, the knots in your stomach still twisting slightly but Haibara’s silly action made it less knotted. He started to bounce again, just like an excited puppy you thought silently to yourself.

It made you smile warmly at Haibara, too warmly in fact, Nanami’s gaze turn hard as he watched the two of you. Haibara went as far to unhooked from himself to grab you hand and pull you towards him. Nanami’s hand twitch into a fist as he felt the need to suddenly hit Haibara again, a lot harder this time. Haibara hold your hands in his, shaking it up and down as he kept on talking, not noticing how Nanami’s mood suddenly shifted. You were also too busy to notice, taken in by Haibara’s sunshine like personality. Another warm grin wormed its way onto your face as you couldn’t shake off Haibara’s infectious enthusiasm. “Hey, hey! Why don’t you come join us next time you’re on break then? I’m sure it’ll be super fun! And Nanami wouldn’t mind, right Nanami?” Haibara turns to Nanami with the same wide smile on his face, Nanami fought off an eyebrow twitch and quickly changed his face back to a neutral stance.

“If…L/N doesn’t mind it, I would be happy for her to come join us.” Nanami leans his head a bit towards you, waiting for your response. With your hands still in Haibara’s hold, you looked at Nanami and Haibara for a moment, Haibara’s eyes went wide and round, like a puppy begging for table scraps. You snort, shaking his hands up and down as you agreed to hang out with them from now on. Nanami’s smiled, happy that he now can spend more time with you but his eyebrow twitched, seeing Haibara jumped on you to give you a hug. “Yay! L/N-san hanging out with us now!” He picked you up and spin you around, being surprisingly buff for someone his size and attitude. Nanami stopped him with a hand on his head after one spin, hand squeezing his head tight. “Haibara, I think that’s enough… you’re bothering the other workers.” ‘And you’re touching L/N too much…’ Haibara lets you down gently and yelps as Nanami’s grip get a bit too rough, Nanami lets go as well with a sort of apologetic look on his face.

He faked a cough to break the small tension, looping a hand on to your shoulder to pull you into his side. “Well, I think we went over our break time, so we must get back to work before the higher ups catches us. Goodbye Haibara.” Haibara exchanges his goodbyes with you and Nanami, expressing his joy that you were coming to hang out with them on break tomorrow and left. Nanami’s hand glide over to the small of your back as he led you back to your shared cubicle. Going as far to hold out your chair and patting your shoulders as you sat down, his hands lingering on you longer than usual thanks to Haibara’s actions. He would never admit that he was jealous of Haibara, not even to himself, as his mind justify his actions. You were glad for all the attention you were receiving, any chance to get Nanami’s hands on you were a blessing you did not ever want to pass up. Though you had no idea why he was being so handsy today. Oh well…

The next day rolls over quietly, doing the usual coffee and pastries trade, with no cream puffs this time sadly. Break time soon came and you suddenly remembering that you promised Haibara that you were going to join him and Nanami for break. You stretch out your shoulders, tidying up your desk a bit and grabbing your lunch bag as Haibara came rushing over, almost tripping on his feet. “L/N-san!!! Nanami!! Let’s go!!” He shouted, earning some harsh shushes from workers who were still on the phone with clients. He made a motion of zipping his mouth and bend his head down in apology, Nanami sighed and shake his head while you stifled back a laugh. Haibara whispered very lowly this time; “Are the two of you ready to head up?” While there was a break room in your office floor, it was quite small so normally people went outside or go to a different floor to have their lunches.

Haibara and Nanami liked to have their lunch break on one of the upper floor’s break rooms as it was much roomier and away from other workers. You nod and Nanami collected his things and got up from his desk, leading the way to elevator. Haibara was bouncing in every step towards to the elevator, mouth still zipped shut the whole time until the elevator door’s closed and he lets out a huge exhale, gasping for air. “Haibara, you know you didn’t need to hold your breath as well, right?” Nanami rubs Haibara’s back, helping him calm down. Haibara gives him a shaky thumbs up with a lopsided grin. “I’m ok now! Don’t let this ruin our first hang out together!” He wheezes the end out, still full of energy despite his lungs grasping for air. The elevator’s door dinged once again to signal its door opening. Haibara was the first to run out. Arms stretched out wide towards you and Nanami, hands open and closing, asking for both of your hands.

Nanami gives him a deadpan stare that withers away at one’s soul, while you rolled your eyes but smile nevertheless, offering Haibara your hand. He happily grabs it, even going as far to interlock your fingers between his. Pulling you to his hangout out spot right away, leaving Nanami behind in the dust, watching the both of you sprinted to the common room on this floor. Teeth grinding down like it was trying to compress coal into diamonds in his mouth. His eyes narrowed with fury seeing your hands still locked together with Haibara even when you both were already in the common area, Haibara holding the hand that held yours up in a double wave to Nanami. Nanami adjusted his tie, loosening it a bit to relieve some tension in his throat and face, he did it so smoothly that no one could even tell he was angry about something, his face is usually annoyed looking anyway.

You didn’t really care that Haibara was still holding your hand, your mind too fixated on the way Nanami had his finger curled in his necktie’s knot, tugging it loose as he walked over to you. The veins in his hands seems more prominent today, bulging out so delightfully that you wanted run your tongue over each and every single one of them. You wondered if he was coming down with something or feeling sick as his voice spoke out in gravelly tone. “I’m going to get a drink…Do you want a drink from the vending machine too, L/N?” The way your last name came rolling off his tongue at the end made your own stomach do backflips into a pool of arousal, causing your pussy to leak out, most likely staining the cute panties you were wearing today. “I want one too!” A Cola please!”

Haibara butt in easily as he breathes air, finally letting go of your hand as he does. Nanami felt tension fall off his shoulder seeing that, still looking at you with those soft brown eyes, asking for your order. “Ju-just a green tea, thanks.” You lick your lips, feeling them to be particularly dry at the moment, tongue slowly wetting your bottom lip first then on to your top lip. Nanami’s gaze followed your wet muscle all the way until you slipped it back inside, licking his lips in turn. He gave a stiff nod as Haibara tilts his head looking at the two of you in confusion. He turns to walk to the nearby vending machines to grab the drinks as you and Haibara gets to sit down and open your lunches. Haibara’s lunch was rice with hamburg steak and veggies on the side, while yours was some onigiri in the shaped of tiger’s heads, egg roll omelet, and those cute octopus shaped sausages.

It was all homemade of course, you pride yourself in your cooking and making cute bento boxes. Always prepping your lunches on the weekend so you didn’t have to spend money on the overpriced food in the building. Nanami came back with all three drinks, as Haibara was gushing over how cute your lunch was. “Nanami! Nanami! Have you seen how cute L/N’s lunch is!?” He hasn’t actually, this was also his first time seeing your lunch. He sets the drinks down first, observing your lunch with a curious gaze. “It is…. very cute.” He says after a moment pause, you squirm under his gaze, cheeks flushing a bit at all the attention your lunch was getting from the two. The tips of your ears getting especially red at Nanami’s compliment. “It’s not that special, I made it really quickly so the tigers are kind of lopsided.” You shyly muttered out, bringing up a hand to cover your blushing face.

Haibara was the first one to speak, obviously louder than Nanami. “You made this?!” “You made this yourself, L/N?” The both of them stared at you until you shrink deeper under your hands, nodding at the question voice squeaking a soft “Yes..” Nanami mind went out of control as he started to imagine you as his cute little housewife, making lunch for him every day in an apron. Him coming home from work and seeing you greet him at the door with food ready at the table but the only thing he wants to eat is you, he would keep the apron on, the bow still tied on the back as he devours you from behind, your hands gripping on the kitchen counter for dear life as he would keep you there for hours. Rewarding his pretty little housewife for all the hard work she did and rewarding himself as well.

He quickly recovered once he felt his pants tightening a bit too much, sitting down across from you to hide his emerging bulge, unpacking his store brought sandwich. Haibara was still gushing over how cute your lunch was but toned down his enthusiasm once he saw how shy you were getting, you were grateful for that. Everyone began digging into their own lunches, making small talk here and there, well it mostly consists of Haibara and you talking with Nanami adding small comments every once in a while. Eventually Haibara got back to the topic of your lunch and asked if he could have a taste of it. Nanami choked on his sandwich hearing you agree so readily. Haibara smack his back and you offered him your drink to help. He eyes your drinks for a bit, already feeling the sandwich piece go down his throat but he takes the chance to get a second-hand kiss from you and takes it.

Cautiously putting his lips on the opening and taking in a few gulps, intentionally running his tongue on the edge of the can to get more of a taste of you. Greedily gulping down more than he should, ending it with a sigh that sounds borderline pornographic to your ears. He hands you your drink back, muttering out a soft “Thanks.” Haibara looks over Nanami twice to make sure everything was ok, Nanami waved him off with a hand stating that he was fine. “I think I drank all of your tea though; I’ll go get you another one L/N. Nanami stood up as he says this, followed by you. “No, it’s fine! I can go get it myself!” You grab the can and down the last remaining bit in the bottom, since you wanted the chance to taste Nanami’s lips second hand as well. “I’ll go throw away this as well.” You chuckled out, licking your lips, making sure you got the taste you wanted.

Haibara happily sat back down and chewed away at his lunch, seeing how Nanami was alright, looking at the two of you with a happy unassuming stare until a lightbulb appeared above his head. Like a huge revelation just suddenly occurred to him just now, he grinned wide at Nanami and slammed his hands on the table. “O-Oh! You guys should just go together then! Since Nanami probably won’t back down, L/N-san should go with him to-uhhhh-to make sure he’s alright! Yeah!” He ends his small rant by giving the two of you a thumb ups and slyly winking at Nanami. You chalked up his weird outburst to just Haibara being Haibara and shrugged. Nanami was secretly trying to blow up Haibara with his death glare when you tapped him on the shoulder. “Should we go then?”

You asked nervously, fiddling with the hem of your skirt, you were still trying to get a feel of Nanami’s mood based on some of his tics and different facial expressions. You think you were getting better at sussing out his moods, like how his left eyebrow twitch when he’s annoyed but his right one twitches when he’s confused. By the way his jaw was clenched right now though, highlighting his sharp jawline, you could easily tell he was angry. Angry at what? That was the part you were unsure on, did you or Haibara do something to ignite his angry? You chewed on your bottom lip as you wait for his answer. Nanami sent one last glare Haibara’s way, finally looking at you and seeing your nervous fidgeting, his heart drops as he realized how angry he must seem to you. His anger was defiantly not directed at you by any chance, so he clears his throat to get your attention and drops a hand on your shoulder, rubbing a thumb gingerly near your collarbone.

“I might.. still be feeling a bit off from earlier, please excuse me. I would be grateful if you would accompany me, L/N.” His soft ministrations on your shoulder doesn’t stop once he ends his sentence, only getting longer, his thumb rubs small circles over your dress shirt. Guiding you out of the break room as Haibara sends him another thumb ups from behind your back. His hands slip off your shoulders once you reach the vending machine area, ghosting down to the small of your back as you peruse the choices of snacks and drinks. His long fingers were enough to reach the side of your plush waist and gripped down on it. He leans in close to you ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he spoke. “Have you decided on what you wanted yet?” his slightly still gruff voice echoed down to your pussy.

“May-maybe just another tea again.” You hastily press the buttons on the machine, your arm that was closest to Nanami was twitching slightly unsure if you should also be holding on to him as well. Nanami watches you with a small smile on his face, feeling his jealously from earlier die down as he was the one holding you in his arms and not Haibara. Speaking of Haibara, he was mass spamming a group chat with a certain white-haired annoyance about how he was bringing Plan: Nanami gets his **** wet! together. The plan’s name was obviously made by Gojo, of course, Geto would send Nanami a consoling text, knowing how it is being on the ends of one of Gojo’s scheme while Gojo would send Nanami raunchy memes and tell him to send them to you later to test them out. All of this was happening as you were waiting on the painfully slow machine to drop your tea down; you were about to ask Nanami if what he wanted and if they should get anything back for Haibara when an angry looking salesman came rushing down the hallway.

He was grumbling about something on his phone as he stomped his way past you, roughly pushing Nanami out of the way with a loud, “Move it!” as he runs past to wherever his destination was. Seeing as Nanami was still holding on to you, you were also in the line of attack, Nanami’s arm quickly wrapped around your entire waist pulling you into his chest as his other one slams on the vending machine’s front to stop himself from slamming into you. It all happened so fast that your mind was too slow to understand what was happening until, Nanami’s voice came out to you again. “L/N? Are you alright?” His voice took on a concern tone as your lack of a response. To be honest, you were quite not alright at the moment, body shaking as tears well up in the corners of your eyes.

The shock of that man yelling at the two of you, and being pushed so close to Nanami was overwhelming your senses. The scent of his cologne, the warmth of his body heat and hands on you, the timbers of his voice. It was all too much to handle at once. You hled back a sniffle as you lean your head on his chest, shutting your eyes as you nod your head. Trying to pretend that you were ok even though the evidence was heavily stacked against you. Nanami lets out a worried sigh, arm trapping you in closer as he brings his hand down from the vending machine to brush his knuckles over your cheek. Wiping away stray tears that you didn’t know were already falling, “What’s wrong, L/N? Please tell me.” His voice lowers down an octave, gingerly cooing at your scrunched up face as you try to stop the tears and sniffles from coming forward, hand now cupping your cheek as he tilts it up, “Look at me, dear.” The nickname coming out at the end on accident but it doesn’t feel wrong to say.

You look at Nanami through bleary eyes, noticing how utterly tender his expression was right now, a new expression one you never seen before. Even his glasses were lowered down on the bridge of his nose, his eyes peering down at you with a swirl of unreadable emotions in them. It made your heart do leaps and bounds, worsening your anxiety as well. “You-you’re too close..” you managed to breathe out finally. “Sorry, I really didn’t mean to-“ Nanami quickly spits out and instantly reacting by pulling away and taking his arm off of you but your hands clutch on to his tie and shirt before he close fully go. “Wait!” You clutched on tighter, resting your head back on his chest again. “I don’t… hate it, it just was surprising and a lot.. and it happened really fast.” You breathe out at the end, sucking in a deep breath as you try to calm down. Nanami hands went back on you, rubbing soothing circles on your sides, a hand holding on to the back of your head as he gently rock from side to side.

The effect this man has on you was immense, you snuggled in closer to him, the pit of anxiety in your stomach quicky fading away as Nanami’s cooed out more soft words to you. Minutes ticked by as you two stayed there, interrupted by the sound of Nanami’s phone going off, he checked the caller id and read it to be Haibara calling. Picking it up and holding it between his ear and shoulder so he could go back to holding you in his arms. “What is it?” “Nanami!! Are you two okay?! Did you pass out? Did L/N pass out?!” You giggled into his chest, feeling better already, as Haibara loud voice ring out in the small hallway. “We’re fine, we just had to deal with some rude person that came through.” Haibara lets out a gasp, “I think I saw him too! He was slamming doors and ranting about something really really loudly!” Now it was Nanami turn to chuckle, he must had been really loud if Haibara is saying so. “We are both fine, we’re coming back soon.” Nanami ends the call after that.

“Well, there goes most of our lunch break..” You squish your cheek against his shoulder, all your worries washing away seeing how Nanami was still not letting go after all this time. The delusional part of your brain thinks maybe just maybe he does like you back, or maybe you were inhaling too much of his scent currently and it was messing with you. His hand was playing with the ends of your hair while he was on the call, making you purr a bit. Nanami’s mind was also soaring into many different conclusions, two parts were battling each other. One was saying that you were only still in his arms due to the shock from that man and the other part shyly whispers in the deepest ends of his mind that you were enjoying it and secretly into him. Maybe you even liked him as much as he liked you.

All moments must come to an end though as Nanami pulls away from you, making you almost whine at the loss of heat and contact, his hand still lands itself on your back as he leads you back to the breakroom and Haibara. And ultimately back to work as the break time was almost about to be over. So, the three of you packed your lunches away and cleaned up, heading back to the elevator, ready to face another grueling day of customer service. Nanami also had to send a heavy-worded complaint to the higher ups about what happened. Jotting down in his mind to ruin that man’s life or career at the very least for making you cry like that.

“So, L/N-san, can you make me lunch next time?”

Nanami would say that the smack of Haibara’s head at that moment was totally accidental.

You were hanging out with Nanami outside the office today! Unfortunately, it was also work related. Clank! Gojo made everyone do another round of beer, on him of course, clinking your glass together all around the table. This wasn’t the first time you see the eccentric white-haired male assuming that he worked on a different level in the same company as he likes to bother Nanami sometimes. But he introduced himself to you as a CEO of the partnering company. Your eyes went wide and you started bowing rapidly to him, he laughed and told you it was ok, that he heard a lot about you from Nanamin. The nickname and this information made you blush and sputtered out, causing the man to laugh out more until Nanami came up from behind you and smack Gojo on the head. Telling him off for messing with you, Gojo went and cried to a long dark-haired man with a man-bun on top, his slanted dark eyes rolling over as he wordlessly rubbed the injury on Gojo’s head.

He would later introduce himself to you as Geto, also another one of Nanami’s friend and business partners with Gojo. You go shake his hand as he gave it to you with a smirk, bringing your hand up to his lips as he plants a few kisses along your knuckles. He stopped when Nanami gripped on to his wrist with a dark look gleaming past his glasses. Geto’s smirk only widen after this and he lets you go, offering you a sly wink as he turns back to the group. You met with a long hair woman as well, Shoko was her name, a renowned doctor in her field. Even Haibara was there mingling in with the group, you were surprised to see Nanami know so many people like this, but he just states that their classmates from his high school. Causing Gojo to dramatically wail out; “How could you say that we’re just classmates? After all that we been through?!” Falling to the floor after pretending to have a heart attack at Nanami’s words.

Everyone else in the group even Haibara just went on carrying the convo like nothing happened so you ignored it too. Gravitating towards other coworkers you were more familiar with like Ichiji and the new hire in the company. He was an odd boy, only here for a part time job helping the cleaners and doing menials task around the building. He was kinda loud and brash at most points but you could tell he was a sweet boy at his core, even showing you his many photos of his cute dog named “Pochita” during his break once. You weren’t sure if he was old enough to drink alcohol, judging from his demeanor and overall looking very young. But you came up to him bothering Ichiji about something and spotted him only drinking juice so your worries were faded fast.

You wanted to spend time with Nanami to be honest but he was quickly pulled in to his old friend group and you felt awkward butting into their convo. So, you float around the restaurant, sipping at your own beer while you do, saying hi to people you knew and some faces you recognize around the building before. Gojo’s company brought out the second floor of this restaurant’s bar so everyone in here, either worked at your company or was a business partner or someone’s plus one. Your eyes occasionally flickered to where Nanami was at most of the night, seeing how Gojo wrapped his arm around his shoulder so that he couldn’t escape and even catching Geto’s eyes on you at one point. He looks at you with a devious smirk painted across his lips, eyes softly shutting close as he bumps elbows with Gojo and whispered something in his ear. You turned back around with a blush before Gojo could look your away and catch you staring as well.

Gulping down the last of your drink, you excuse yourself to the bathroom for a bit, feeling the tips of your ears go red after that interaction. You locked yourself in the bathroom for a small while, sighing out at you look at your reflection in the mirror. Fixing up your makeup a little and patting your cheeks with a pout. You hoped the redness was only due to the alcohol in your system and that it would hopefully calm down soon. You were in the middle of applying lip-gloss when a faint knock could be heard on the door. You squeaked out a “Almost done!” and hurried with your application and went to open the door to find Shoko and another girl on the other side. An unlit cigarette hanging from her mouth, same with the unnamed woman next to her, she was sporting an eyepatch? Holding a box of cigarette up in her hand with a grin. “Oop! Sorry about that, didn’t think anyone was going to use this bathroom all the way in the corner.” The dark hair woman sheepishly grinned out.

Shoko moved the cigarette to the other side of her mouth with only her lips as she look you up and down with an unreadable glint in her eye, you nervously backed out of the bathroom and into the hallway as she does. “Oh hey! Since you’re here anyway, you want to smoke with us?” Eyepatch-lady goes to offer you a smoke from her packet, you shake your head. “Ah, I don’t smoke but thank you anyway.” You bow your head lightly at the two women and start to head out before hearing a soft “Hey, wait.” You turn your head around to find Shoko staring at you again with the same look, “You don’t have a boyfriend, right?” She pauses for a bit. “Or a girlfriend?” You felt your ears go even redder than they were before at her question. You shake your head rapidly. “N-no! I mean, I don’t have either.”

Eyepatch lady looked at the two of you with a confused expression before tugging Shoko next to her with a soft gasp. “Oh! Are you into this little cutie?” She awed and cooed at Shoko who smacked her hand lightly and heads to the bathroom with a wave to you. “No, it not like that, and thanks for answering by the way, L/N-san” They both went in the bathroom after that, locking the door, and you sprinted down the hallway, unsure of what to make of what just happened in there. You gather yourself back up as you start to head back into the bar, Gojo spots you down right away and came rushing towards you with Nanami close on his heel. He has some sort of frozen drink in his hand but he acted normally or what you considered to be normal with no redness in his face, so you assumed that Gojo wasn’t drinking any alcohol tonight, even though he made everyone else here order three round of beer at the start of the night.

“L/N!!! Hey! Where you go? We were looking for you!” Gojo danced around you, hiding behind your back as Nanami came up with an angry expression on his face that quickly dissipates upon seeing you. “Oh um, I was just in the bathroom down the hall. and we?” You tilt your head cutely at the end, causing Gojo to poke your soft cheek with a coo. Nanami anger was also quick to come back, swatting away Gojo’s hand quite harshly and pulling you into side by your shoulder. You crash into his taller self with a “Oof.” Nanami rubbed your shoulder soothingly as a silent apology as he tries to send Gojo off with a death glare. Gojo merely sipped at his drink once, smacking his glossy lips annoyingly with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah! We!” He giggled out, dancing around the two of you happily. “Nanami here was sooooooo worried that something happened to you. I swear! He was almost going to turn this whole place upside down looking for you.” Gojo poke at Nanami as he continued to dance around, only stopping when Geto came out of nowhere to trip him on his long and slender legs.

‘Why is everyone one of Nanami’s friends so hot?!’ You screamed out in your mind, looking at two men now fighting on the floor, as Gojo kicked at Geto’s leg causing him to fall on top of Gojo. Now they were rolling around on the floor, Geto’s hair bun out of placed, his dark locks framing his sharp features perfectly and Gojo’s shades flew off to the side, revealing his piercing and gorgeous light blue eyes. Two grown men fighting like children on the playground, rolling on the floor together shouldn’t be this hot to be honest. Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose as you kept on staring at the sight, Haibara was cheering them on with the new hire as Ichiji looked around for help. A tall older man with a stitched scar across his rugged cheek came to break them up, pulling up the two from the floor by the back of their collars. You think he worked for your company, but on the higher floors so you never really saw him. He was the one that taught the new hire though, so you trusted him to take care of things.

Despite being tall themselves or even taller than the rugged blonde hair man, Gojo and Geto was dangling from his grip, looking like sad kicked puppies. Nanami turned you around, so you couldn’t watch them get scolded while Haibara and the new hire were laughing hysterically. “Let’s get out of this area before we get caught up in with them.” He leans down to speak directly in your ear in the loud environment. The low timbers of his voice, send shivers down your spine. You grabbed on to his elbow as he leads you to a small corner of the bar, ordering two more beers as he does. You huddled next to him, feeling a bit of courage from all the drinks tonight. Feeling safe enough in his presence to lean your head on his shoulders, looking at him through your pretty lashes as he rants on about his friend group and how much trouble they caused him over the school years.

You were curious on how he knew people like that so he was telling you tales of his school days, mostly of how Gojo and Geto would bully the younger classmen, including him most of the time. He sighs out, rubbing his face, complaining that Gojo was most likely the cause of his stress lines of his face. You laughed out, happiness bubbling in your chest that Nanami was so talkative today, it was probably thanks to the beers and drinks but you revel in this, soaking up all the information and attention he was giving you. Retelling a story about how Geto was flirting with this girl at a party by the poolside and Gojo cannonball in the pool, soaking both Geto and the girl and also getting a leg cramp in the pool so everyone had to help get out before Geto could drown him further. You held your stomach as you double over in laughter, both at the story and the way Nanami was telling it with his stoic voice.

You lean further into Nanami, half of your body over his lap at this point, wiping away tears from your face. “O-oh my god! How did Gojo even survive that party that night?” You wheezed out between laughs, propping up your hand on Nanami’s knees trying to keep yourself steady. Nanami takes in a sharp inhale, shifting slightly to adjust the needy bulge in his pants. “You be surprised on what he survived so far, he’s like a cockroach I swear..” Nanami smooth voice washed over you, you could barely see a hint of redness on his face, his glasses taken off earlier, revealing his brown eyes looking down at you. The edge of his eyes crinkled a bit, as a hint of a smile made it ways on his face. “Enjoying the view?” His voice takes on a lighter teasing lilt as well.

You didn’t realize that you were staring at him, without a word, your mouth opens and close like a gaping fish as your hands scrambles to get away from Nanami. Accidently pressing down on his bulge, squeezing it faintly, Nanami choked out a groan, fluttering his eyes close at the feeling of your delicate hands on his bulge. You backed up until your back hit the wall, hands up defensively in front of you. “I-I’m so sorry- I-I didn’t mean to!” You sputter apologies after apologies “L/N, L/N, it’s okay-look at me-Y/N!” Nanami’s hand cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. “Y/N, I’m fine, you’re ok, I’m ok.” His thumb gingerly squish down on your cheek, as he spoke to you, resting his forehead against yours. “Breathe with me, ok dear?” he waits until you nod, still in his hold, following the way his Adam’s apple bop up and down as he guides your breathing down to a normal pace again.

His hands slide down to your shoulders and then your waist, bringing you into his embrace. “Better now?” he rubs his hand up and down your spine with one weaving it way into your hair. You sigh out, nodding your head and leaning back to look back up at him, tears stained your lashes and our cheeks. Nanami sigh out at your look, bringing his hand entangled in your hair to wipe away your tears. “You called me by my first name…” Nanami’s hand tense at you spoke out, fingers gently placing themselves on the side of your cheek, twitching slightly as he was ready to let go if you asked him to. You took it upon yourself to grab his wrist and place it closer to your skin. “Does this mean I can call you Kento now?” Your hold on to his wrist as you asked, leaning in closer and closer. The sparks between you in this moment was undeniable and Nanami felt it too. Leaning in as well, “Of course, Y/N… please say my name.”

“Kento..”

“Y/N…”

“And Gojo too!”

Your head bump into Nanami’s as Gojo popped up out of nowhere, utterly ruining the moment between you two. You rub the bruise on your forehead as you and Nanami both turn to glare at Gojo. He still has some decency to sense the foul mood and slowly started to back away with a sheepish grin. “…. I’ll go bother Ichiji instead.” He rushes away from the table. Nanami turns his eyes from the annoying man to focus on you, brushing your hair from your forehead to check for any bruises. “Does it hurt badly?” He tilts your head back and forth, looking for any sigh of discomfort. You shake your head from his grasp and went to hold his hand, interlacing your fingers together with his. “Nana-I mean, Kento, I-I want to say that I-um.”

“Oh! Nanami! I forgot to ask! Could you show me how to that combo again in Tekken? Suguru totally cheated using this illegal move last time so I need you to- “Gojo teleported in once again, just in the right moment once again.

Nanami growls out; “Gojo…” slamming his hand on the table causing it to shake and one of the beer drinks to topple over from the force, splashing all over your clothes. Nanami grabs the napkins quickly and tries to soak all the spill to no avail. You go to stand up, brushing off whatever you can off your skirt and button up but you already felt the liquid soaking pass your skirt and into your leggings. Making your groan out at the gross feeling, Nanami stood up with you, taking your hand in his as you both walk out of the booth. Gojo was long gone again, afraid of actually being throttle by Nanami for this. “Let’s get you out of here and cleaned up, yeah?” Nanami murmured softly in your ear, guiding you by the hand through the bar, heading for the exit downstairs. Some of your other coworkers looks at the two of you with varying expressions from confusion and worry. Nanami only answered them with one word. “Gojo.” And everyone instantly understood and left the two of you alone.

His hand still locked in with your as you both exit the restaurant, “Did you drive here, Y/N?” You shake your head at his question; “Ah, I got a ride with here with Ichiji actually.” The cold night air made you shiver once it hit your soaked clothes. Nanami released your hand and goes to pull you in closer to his side, sharing some of his body heat with you. “That’s good, I can just take you in my car then.” He leads you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. “Ah! My apartment’s pretty far from here so I’m not sure that…” You trail off, getting in the car as Nanami shoo you in quietly. He goes to get in the driver seat next, making sure that you were buckled in and taking off his suit jacket to cover you from the cold. “My place is nearby; we can just go there instead so you don’t have to sit in those clothes anymore.” You meekly nod, heart still thumping from earlier, taking a glance at Nanami’s face and being confused on how he seemed so calm when you two were literally about to kiss mere minutes ago.

Did he not really care that much about it? Was it an only heat of the moment thing? Did he not want to kiss you anymore? All these thoughts swirled around your head as you watch Nanami back out of the parking spot, his arm reaching over behind your headrest as he looked behind to reverse. Drool pooled in your mouth watching his arm flex underneath his white sleeve, the way his head crane at an angle to watch behind him, giving you full view of his neck and all the veins there. You clutch your thighs together, momentarily forgetting that it was still wet and sticky from the beer, suppressing a shudder from escaping your lips at the feeling. Nanami took his arm back on the steering wheel as the two of you drive out of the parking lot, heading to Nanami’s place. The doom and gloom happening in your mind didn’t end since Nanami was keeping quiet the whole drive, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

It might seem that Nanami was calm as the ocean’s breeze right now, but internally he was fighting himself to one; go back into the bar and finally strangle Gojo for all that he does, two; pull over and ravage you right in his car seat, taking off those soaked leggings of yours and lick up all the liquid before causing you to leak more out. That small moment in the bar where you called him “Kento..” lit up all the emotions that he been barely keeping in check over the past months. Now knowing that you at least find him attractive enough to lean in to what he assumed was a kiss, was all the sign he needed to press hard on the pedal, metaphorically of course, Nanami was a safe driver after all. Even if it was only the alcohol in your system that was making you act this was tonight, the lingering voice in Nanami’s head told him he should still go for it. Taking you back to his apartment, away from everyone else, and away from Gojo butting in again was the perfect opportunity for him to try again.

He had to make sure that it was the right moment again though, he didn’t want to push too far and scare you off, not when he was so close to getting the object of his desire. He was far too focus on maintaining a calm composure and controlling himself that he didn’t realize how silent the whole car ride had been not until he was pulling up to his driveway and finally looking over to you trembling ever so slightly under his suit jacket. You looked like you were drowning in it, your face still red from the glow of alcohol, you looked absolutely delectable right about now that Nanami had to gripped his fist until he felt like his fingers would break to stop himself from jumping you. He takes in a heavy breath as he walked over to your side of the car and opens the door once again for you, stretching out his other hand for you to grab. “Cold still? Poor thing… We really should get you out of those clothes.” Nanami said as he pulled you out of the car, steadying you by the shoulder as he leads you into his house.

You weren’t feeling as cold as before, not after hearing Nanami talk to you like that. You hid your face by burying it in his jacket, only to regret that choice once you realize how much his jacket smells like his cologne and Nanami in general. The woodsy and spicy aroma hits your nose like a truck, sending hot flashes thru your core as you walk into Nanami’s house. Taking a look at the surrounding, minimal decors with only the necessary furniture in place. It was nice and all but it felt empty too, lonely, like he was missing something in here that would help fix it all. Maybe that something was you. You shake your head, shooing away the delusional thoughts in your mind as Nanami opened a door and ushers you inside. “My clothes probably won’t fit you, but let’s at least dry you up, yeah?” Nanami shut the door behind him, loosening his tie as he steps forward in front of you, easily towering over you.

You had to look away from his, opting to memorize the pattern of his carpet instead of looking at his handsome face. Nanami smirked observing your reaction to him just coming close, he was feeling a lot bolder now and greedy. He tugged on his suit jacket still covering your body, you let go of it with little resistance, his eyes trail down to your wet stains on your shirt and skirt, all the way to your leggings, poking his tongue out to wet his lips a bit as he does. Your face felt like it was on fire and you felt so exposed, crossing your arms in front of your chest even. Nanami clicked his tongue slightly at that, stepping forward some more until you were walking behind and you felt something hit the back of your knee. It was the edge of his bed, you noticed taking a quick look down before feeling Nanami’s hand swiftly cupped your chin, his thumb resting in the indent of your cheek, squishing the soft fat there just a bit.

“Y/N… I don’t think I can wait anymore, you want this right? Say it for me, please.” He tilts his head down just enough so his lips were right over yours, his eyes looking at you, his tone was soft and pleading but you felt the underlying desire and fire it held. You whimpered, fearing that your voice would fail you if you tried to speak, you just grabbed him by the tie, pulling him in and slamming your lips on his. His other hand found it place on the back of your head as he slots his lips over your, your hand letting go of his tie to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your bodies closer. Your lips molded together with his perfectly, his hand angling you face so he could kiss you deeper and deeper, letting go of your lips to start trailing kisses down your chin to the crook of your neck below your ear. “Tell me that you want this, use your pretty voice, come on, you can do it, my pretty girl.”

Oh god, he was making it hard with his sucking deep markings on your neck. “I ne-nghh-need you, o-oh, ple-please!” You whined out, voice getting high pitched with every syllable. Nanami lets out a growl, sucking one more purple mark on your neck before find his way back to your lips, this time kissing it more ferociously. His tongue poking between your lips, trying to force it way through, you gladly open up for it though. A guttural groan gets ripped from the back of Nanami’s throat as his tongue delves into your space. Tasting the beer that still stained your poor clothes on your own tongue, greedily tracing any corner and inch of your mouth, not letting you breath for air until you were pounding on his chest. Parting from your abused lips with a sting of salvia connecting in between, he wasted no time attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses right after. “I been wanting to this do ever since you first spoke to me.” He murmured in the small pauses between smooches.

His hands roam all over your body, a finger tracing the outline of your back, making your arch closer into him. His other hand quickly unbuttoning your dress shirt effortlessly, sliding your shirt off your shoulders. He breaks off from the kiss to lean back to admire your body, hands coming around the front to grope at cup at your bra, his large hands easily taking over all the soft flesh in his hold. He softly kneads at your chest, eyes soaking up how it easily jiggles and bends to his way, ears perking up to catch on all the soft pants and moans that escapes your lips. Slipping his thumb underneath your bra to roll over your nubs, making you gasp out at the contact. “Nana-Nanami~! You whined, chest heaving up to lean into his touches some more. “I thought I said you should call me Kento now, dear, hmm? Come on now, let me hear my name in that pretty voice of yours again.”

“Ken-hahhh-Kentoooooo!”

In the middle of you calling his name out, Nanami pulled down your bra to latch his mouth on your nipples, flicking it with his tongue. He lets go right after to look up at you with a sly grin. “I didn’t know my name was Ken-hahh-too now.” He mimics the way you moaned his name earlier, chuckling as you pout and turn your head away from him. He apologizes by kissing at your collarbone, finger unhooking your bra from the back and slipping it off your shoulders, as he put his eager mouth back on your nipple. His free hand pinching and flicking at the other nub, the contrast between the sharp pain from his pinches to the pulsing pleasure of his tongue made your mind spin and spin. He was precise in the way he attacked your chest, tongue gently lolling over your nub, circling around it once or twice, flicking it with the tip, then he would hollow his cheeks out just a bit to suck on it. Repeating this motion again and again as his finger on the other side was grasping and pinching your nipple until you were crying out.

Only when you were tugging on his hand that was abusing your poor nub did he switch sides, soothing away the pain with his skillful tongue and going to knead and grope at your chest with his hand. Making it jiggle and bounce, cupping it between his fingers, if you weren’t almost about to cum from just his tongue on you, you would be more focus on how the nice veins on his hand flex slightly when he was playing with your boob. You tugged once again on his hand, feeling your nipple go sore from all the manhandling it was getting. Nanami lets go with a perverted sounding “Pop!” Drool wetting his chin as he takes a look at his handiwork, he scoots you over to the middle of the bed and push on your stomach until you were lying flat down on his pillows. Fingers dancing along your sides, finding their way in the zipper of your skirt and unzipping it.

Tapping your hips once with the command; “Up.” You lift your hips up as soon as you heard it, Nanami praises you with a delicate smile this time. “Good girl.” the way he said it, sounded like he really meant it, he wasn’t teasing or mocking you this time. Pulling your beer-stained skirt all the way down and off. Hands roaming up from your calves to your thighs, squeezing and groping at the soft flesh in every turn. You squirm cutely underneath his grasps, soft whines of his name escape your lips as he continues to tease you. Just massaging your thighs, letting his fingers sinks in and rubbing circles on it with his thumb. Maneuvering up and down your thighs to your hips and pressing his thumb lightly on the juncture there. Snorting softly when he sees your hips jolt up from the light touches, he was doing, enjoying the way he has this effect on you just from simply touching your body.

“So pretty, aren’t you? This body drives me crazy, Y/N, every single inch of it.”

“Shaking just from me massaging you? How cute… Could you cum just from this, hmm? I’m not even touching your cunt right now and you’re already on the edge, haha.”

“Can’t say that I’m faring any better though… Sigh You drive me insane… I’m barely holding myself back still right now…”

Nanami was talking but mostly just seems like the was letting his thoughts speak out for himself, not noticing that you weren’t mustering up responses for his questions and just continuing on. Gasping and whimpering as his hands, the hands that you spent days dreaming about, grope and poke at your body like it was his toy. You let out a high pitch squeak once a thumb roughly ran over the middle of your leggings, right over your needy cunt. Scrambling up on your elbows to look at Nanami with wide eyes, making him laugh out loud at the sight. “Sorry, Sorry…” He was apologizing but still letting his thumb run over the same spot, making you fall right back down on to the bed, biting your lips to suppress all the pathetic moans from coming out. “You know, since your leggings are already ruined from the beer, wouldn’t it better to just get rid of it at this point?” You managed to pants out a “Huh?” before hearing a ripping sound and shivering from the cold air hitting your soaked panties.

“Nanami?!”

“Ath ath, what’s my name again?”

Nanami slaps your cunt over your panties when you didn’t answer him in time. Holding your hips down from arching off the bed with his other hand, another slap comes down a bit harsher this time. You cried out at that, never experiencing this type of pain/pleasure before, your lips wobbled out. “So-sorry, Kento..” Nanami eyes soften at that, his hand gently rubbing over your panties this time, his middle and ring fingers rubbing up and down the middle, pushing slightly in with each thrust of his hand. He lets you buck up your hips this time, leaning his whole body forward to pepper your teary eyes with smooches, whispering praises over you. Your body was in Nanami’s control now, maybe it always has been and you were only realizing it just now. His fingers stop only to dance around your waistband for a bit while Nanami look at your face for your reaction. Grasping your chin and planting a rough kiss on your lips when you tried to look away from his gaze.

“Look at me, tell me that you want me.” ‘Just as much as I want you…’

“I want you, Kento, I need you.” You take in a deep breath. “I wanted you to touch me for so-so long…. I like you.” You close your eyes as your breathe out your confession.

Nanami’s voice hitches in his throat upon hearing you say that, slotting his lips over yours, hungrily, leaving no room for air or movement, his fingers still holding on to your chin tightly as his hand below slips inside your panties and between your slick folds. He swallows up every moan and breath of air that escapes your lips, groaning himself once he feels how utterly soaked you are for him. His long fingers collecting all the slick and stroking your cunt languidly, grazing your clit once in a while, leaving you begging for more. If you could beg that was, Nanami made it hard since he was stealing your breath away from you, quite literally, you felt a bit light headed even. Hands harshly tugging at his blonde locks so you could part from his lips for some air. Nanami lets go of your lips with a hiss, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged and short breath he takes. His eyes still fixated on your lips, licking his own as if remembering the taste, he had on there.

His fingers seem to have a mind of its own though, working hard to make your cunt sloppy and wet, slipping in two fingers inside right away, making you dig your nails into his shoulder as he stretches you out. Nanami goes back to kiss you, leaving your lips alone this time and opting to attack your neck, biting it the point of leaving a mark, on the edge of pain but quickly letting go and kissing and licking at the mark. You wiggle your hips trying to get used to the feeling of Nanami’s fingers inside of you, he was easily reaching much further than your own fingers could ever do. Already brushing against the one spot that makes you see stars. You suck in your bottom lip, holding back moans as his fingers brush up against that spot again. Nanami lips brushes against your ear, hot puff of air washing over it; “Don’t hold back on me, dear. I wanna hear you scream, let me hear how much you love it, how much you love my fingers fucking inside of you right now.”

His fingers start going faster and faster, hitting the same spot making you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your head on top of his shoulders. “Fu-fuckkkk- Kento! Hahhh-ngahhh- to-too much! I’m gonna cu--!” Stars blur into your visions as your legs start shaking around his fingers, Nanami didn’t stop, only murmuring words of encouragement, egging you to make a mess on his fingers, biting your earlobe as you whine his name so lewdly. Hips spasming, reaching orgasm, soaking Nanami’s whole hand as he pulls his fingers out with a ‘squelch’ . Your arms fall from his shoulders and flop on to the bed lazily, already feeling weak and out of strength. Nanami brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking off your essence from his digits and then slurping off the rest with his mouth. Making sure that you were watching him do it with a careful eye. He gradually slips his finger out of his mouth, letting his spit cover his digits messily. Lazily bringing it up to poke at your lips, wetting it more with his spit-ridden fingers, you gulp down tensely, parting your lips uncertainly as Nanami nudge his fingers inside with a soft coo.

Pressing down on your tongue, as his other hand press open on your cheeks so he could watch his spit and your spit mix together. His eyes glazed over with something dark as he watches you loll your tongue out so obediently for him. For him and only him, the idea that he was the only one who could see you like this, who could make you submit like this, it drove him crazy, he never knew that he had a side like this until you came into his life. He knew now that he could never let you go, not when you have kind of hold on him and it was obvious that he had the same kind effect on you, you two were made for each other. “My darling.. you’re too good for me, you know that? But it’s ok, let me show you how I good I can be for you, my sweets.” His voice was too soft for you to catch everything he said, not when your ears were burning with shame and embarrassment.

Your body still tingling from the high, as Nanami leaves a trail of tender kisses down the nape of your neck to your shoulder down your arm and to the tip of your fingers. Kissing each one delicately like it was a fragile flower that would blow away with too much force. You felt so much love and affection in each kiss, the look in his eyes conveyed that much as well, also you felt the deep and dark desire he held for you with the way his lips linger longer every other kiss and his eyes darkening as he lowers himself down. Lifting your knees up and placing them over his shoulders and on to his back as he moves your panties to the side once more. Admiring the way your clit twitches when he breathes out puff of air against it. Your pussy still a mess from him fingering you; you tried to move away from his prying eyes but stopped once he shoots you a look that promise punishment if you did.

“Shh, shh, it’s ok pretty girl, just let me take care of my girl.”

He murmurs so quietly that you had to strain your ears to hear him fully. He starts off by licking a long stripe up, collecting all the cream still on your cunt on his tongue. Holding it in his mouth for a moment, savoring the taste, going back in for more with sweet kitten licks on your clit. His eyes watching your face contorts and body shake with each movement of his tongue. He loves having this sort of control on you, moving his tongue in a fast or slow pace and seeing your reaction to it, keeping in mind which action made you moan and squirm the best. He flattens out his tongue, moving it down to your hole as he moves at an extremely slow pace, placing his whole tongue up across your pussy, his nose poking your clit just for a bit of stimulation. His hands had a firm hold on your hips, keeping you from bucking up or wiggling away from his torturous attacks. You could only beg and pleas for him to give you more, more.

“Kentooooo-nggh-haah-please-I need yo-you-o-oh. I need---”

Nanami let out a deep groan from the back of his throat the timbers sending small shockwaves in your body, eliciting another whine from your lips. He loves hearing you call his name and beg for him, saying that you needed him. He knew that his slow attacks weren’t enough to get you off, he just needed for you to begged a few times before he relented and finally gave you want you been asking for. He pulls you in closer to his awaiting mouth, lips sucking on directly to your clit as he sucks in harshly at first. Making you yelp out a half moan and scream, your hands quickly place in Nanami’s hair and pulling on it. He didn’t mind the painful sting as you kept on tugging it, it made him aware of how close you were again. His mouth was working hard, alternating between sucking and licking on your poor clit. Never taking a break, as he even drools out on your hole, his fingers clamping down harder on your hips, leaving a bruise that would show up in the morning.

You couldn’t even form words at this point, only whimpers and moans as Nanami was eating you out. Your thighs clenched around his head, as your hold on him tighten so much your knuckles turned white. Your mouth open in that cute ‘o’ look as you silently scream out as you creamed into Nanami’s mouth. But oh, he wasn’t finished eating yet, his tongue and head was moving in tandem this time, shaking back and forth on your puffy clit, making your legs start to kick at his back to try to stop him. Either Nanami didn’t feel your kicking or he didn’t care as he kept on, hands releasing your hips to push at your thighs and force them to your chest his mouth still latch on to your pussy as he did. You tried to push his head away but it was fruitless effort and you both know that. You felt the same blinding pleasure build up in your core again, letting your go body go as Nanami force another orgasm out of you, this time he actually let’s go to watch you shake and squirm underneath him, your head lolling from side to side. Your chest heaving out heavy sigh as your body tries to get every bit of air it can.

He crawls up next to your face, wiping away tears that you didn’t know you were crying as he soothingly praise you. “Good, you did so well, for me. Fuck, Y/N, I love you so much.” He held you so close to him, arms rubbing your back, as you calm down from your high. Nuzzling his cheek against your, humming softly as your voice comes back to you. You weren’t sure you heard correctly but did Nanami say he loves you?! You didn’t know if you should question it now so you just opted to turn your head to the side to give him a long kiss. Breathing out; “Please take me Kento, I-I want to be yours tonight.” Nanami’s world stopped, he knew that he wanted you tonight, he wanted you since forever, but hearing you speak out loud for him to take you. It was still unbelievable in his mind, along with the word ‘Tonight’ like this was only to happen tonight, no, he wanted you to stay with him forever, to be his forever.

But he can teach you that later, right now, he yours, yours to hold and to love, and you’re his to love as well and to take, to ravage. He props back on his knees, unbuckling his pants and shimmering it down along with his boxer. His leaking cock springs out with a soft groan from his lips, happy to have some freedom and release. You unabashedly stare at his length, admiring the pretty veins, his red tip, to the mass of yellow slightly curly hair at the base. It was Nanami’s turn to be a bit shy from your gaze, blushing he lowered his undergarments down and off his feet, throwing it off the bed as he positions himself between your thighs. His cock hovering a bit above your cunt the tip barely tapping against your skin with each breath Nanami takes. The rest of his elbow on either side of you head, looking straight at you. Eyes filled with desire, lust, longing, and love, the emotions swirling around each other, as he breathes in your scent, bask in your presence. “You ready, my dear?” You nod, placing your hands on his shoulders; “I’m ready, Kento, take me.”

Nanami sighs out, placing his lips above yours, not kissing you but just being near enough so he could feel you closer, breath in your soft pants and whines as he grabs his length and push the tip in. Your clit was still sensitive but that made it easily for his cock to sink in without a problem, he watches your face closely for any sign of pain. Stopping once you wince when he was halfway in, already stretching you out by a lot. His hand gently grasps the back of your hair, nails scraping against the base of you head in a calming matter as he places quick kisses on your lips. He wanted so badly go all the way in, his cock was twitching inside of you, but he held firm, waiting until you adjusted enough to his girth to breath properly again. Moving his hips and burying his cock all the way to the hilt, a shaky groan parting from his pretty lips as he does.

“Fuck, you’re so warm and tight. Y/N, my sweet girl. You were made for me, weren’t you? This pussy was only made to be fucked by my cock and only me..” He growled, hips stuttering as you clenched at his words.

“You like that? Like being called mine? Cause you are mine, my dear, my sweet Y/N, I could never let you go, not after seeing what this pussy does to me.”

You couldn’t hide your blush or any sweet noises escaping your lips as his face was close to yours, not letting you hide any part of yourself. He snaps his hips back only to slam it deep inside you, creating a slow and long pace. Your moans mix in with his, feeling every inch of cock slide over your walls, his throbbing veins, the tip hitting your cervix so nicely each time. You hold on to his forearms, grasping tightly as you body writhes around in electrifying pleasure. The slow and languid build up was almost too slow for you to reach that peak again, but Nanami took care of you, of course he did, with his hand place below your naval and his thumb rubbing your clit and back and forth. With every thrust and flick of his thumb he made sure to moan out your name in his raspy voice, telling you how much he needs you, how much he wants you, singing sweet praises that made you your cheeks burn.

“Kentooooo~ Nghhh-mmm-Ken-Kento..Kento—ahh-hahh.”

“That’s it, sweetheart, keeping saying my-hahh-fuck, name just like that.”

Your nails dig in his forearms as you clench down again, he never picked up the pace but the build up and all the past orgasm made you sensitive enough to cum from this, and his cock still hit so deeply inside you. “Just cum, my dear, make a pretty mess, come on, please, dear.” Nanami begged at the end. Wanting you to cum on his cock, and how could you refuse after hearing that, cumming soon after with a silent moan, your head lolling backward as your back arch off the bed. Nanami hiss out, his cock being squeeze tight by you now, picking up his pace a bit with both his hips and his thumb as he reaches his own orgasm. “Le-let come inside you? Dear? Are you gonna let me mark you inside too?” His voice rumbled out deep and needy, you nod your head as best you can in your position, squeaking out a “Yes!” He presses his forehead over yours as he place his lips over yours. Messily licking and sucking at your bottom lips as he finishes inside, groaning out, feeling his cum warm up your insides.

He pulls his arms back, loosening your grip on him and letting your arms fall back on the bed. He leans back, to admire the state you were in, all sweat glistening on your skin, your face a sweet blushing red, your chest raising and falling so softly. His eyes go dark and darker, licking his lips as the sight as his cock twitches with need. Pushing lightly on the bulge in your stomach, made by his cock, causing you to whined at the pressure. He angles his hips back just enough so his cock slid out of your cunt, covered in his own cum and your cream. He looks at the mess you both made almost purring from deep within his chest at the sight, grabbing his cock by the base and smearing the cum on the tip over your clit, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure again throughout your body. The overstimulation he was giving you was too much to handle. “Kento-wait!” You look up at him, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, lips out in a wobbling pout. “Hmm?” He pretended not to hear you as he shoves his cock back in your hole, faster this time and with more force, the slapping sound of your skin contacting echoed loudly in his bedroom. His cock seemed to reach deeper than before, reaching places that made you mind go blank.

“Sorry, dear, couldn’t hear you. What was that?”

“Ken-aHahh!”

“Heh… did pretty girl just want to scream my name out? How cute..”

He slams his hips back again, his hands pulling on your hips so you couldn’t wiggle away, grunting as he does. His pace rough and face on your poor cunt, your eyes squeezed shut to the world around you, only feeling Nanami relentless ram his cock in and out of you, any time you tried to talk he would just fuck the words out of your head so you couldn’t speak. This treatment was completely different than before, before he was making love to you. This time he was just fucking you, raw and unhinged, like he was chasing only after his own pleasure but Nanami made sure you were going to cum again tonight for him, his thumb still had that same slow pace as it did before on your clit. Now mixed with the rough treatment of his cock ramming inside you, you were sure you weren’t going to survive for much longer. No build up to it this time as you just came on his dick in the middle of a thrust, causing Nanami to soon cum right after, your pussy clamping down so tightly on him that he had to stop inside you until your body stopped shaking and calmed down. Releasing more of his cum inside your already full belly.

When he pulled out this time, with more cream spilling out, he pulled out for good, wiping away your tears and drool on your face with a loving hand. Kissing your eyelids as you still had them shut, faintly saying that he was going somewhere in a raspy voice. You whimpered out for him when you felt his warmth leave you for a couple of moment until you felt the bed dip under his weigh again, with something cold wiping away at the mess in between your thighs. You tried to move away from the coldness with a whine, hearing Nanami rasps out a small chuckle; “It’ll be over with soon, my dear.” Cleaning up your thighs as best as he can to make sure you were comfortable when you were sleeping later, throwing the towel on the floor on top of his clothes to deal with later as he climbs back into bed with you, rolling you on your side that you were facing him, one arm tucked underneath your head and the other wrapped around your waist keeping you close.

“You did so good, my sweet girl.”

“Was I too rough? Hmm, I’ll remember that next time.”

“Just rest, my love, tomorrow is the weekend, we can rest all we want…”

Planting soft kisses on your forehead as he tells you to rest now. You still wanted to question if he actually said “I love you” or not, what this meant for your relationship, and what happens after tonight but the fatigue in your body was too much and Nanami was too warm. He was humming a lullaby for you too, or at the very least he was humming, his timbre voice caresses your ear so nicely, it was hard to resist sleep at this point. So off you drift into a peaceful slumber in the arms of the man you been crushing on for months, after an intense night of passion. Nanami takes one last look at your peaceful resting face before he too succumbs to sleep.

In Nanami’s group chat on his phone while did was all happening

Gojo: Do you think Nanami still going to kill me or do you think after post-nut Nanami would be nice and not kill me? Σ(°△°|||)︴

Geto: If he wasn’t going to kill you before he will now after he reads that

Haibara: Do you think he and L/N are together right now?!?

Shoko: She was cute, I hope he didn’t ruin his chance with her tonight

… to be continue?

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A/N: don’t look at me ok this is like over 18k IM TIRED I might write the after-morning scene where they talk more about their relationship but also you could just pretend, they talked about it and are now dating wooo UNLESS unless… some cute people want to send me some asks that might fuel me to make more of this au of ppl like it..

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𝕌ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ ℍ𝕀𝕊 ℕ𝔼𝔼𝔻𝕃𝔼

ଘ Pairings : Nanami Kento x fem! reader

ଘ Reader is 21 and in their last year of uni. Nanami is 27.

ଘ Ratings : MDNI, Minors stay the fuck out.

ଘ Genre : Fluff, minor angst, smut.

ଘ Warnings : 18+, MDNI, cunnilingus, blow jobs, masturbation, nipple play, mentions of overstimulation, nudity, protected sex. Mentions of consumption of alcohol.

Synopsis : Getting a tattoo was a part of the bucket list, but being interested in the man who tattooed her skin wasn't. Would (Y/N) be willing to cross the line from being a client to a love interest of the stoic tattoo artist? Would the man she dreams of every night before sleeping even after crossing off the item on the bucket list become hers?

ଘ Word count : 15k. This is literally the longest piece I have ever written.

ଘ Notes : Might make a Gojo version of this. Art is owned by me.

ଘ Status : unedited. If I find mistakes later while editing, I’ll fix the errors :3

ଘ Reblogs and comments are appreciated !!

ଘ Do not copy, translate, edit or repost my work.

Art could come in many forms.

Some came as oil paints on canvases or mindless doodles that were painted on the edges of pages by a person sitting in a chair, but one that seemed to captivate the attention of many was art on skin. Each piece always had a story to tell, eliciting laughter among a group of friends if it was done with a needle in a drunken state or a wave of oohs and ahs at the thought of etching something permanent on skin because of a bet, dare or something more deep such as a love story.

Standing at the threshold of the shop, you tapped your foot against the rough wood, anxious of the appointment you had booked the previous day.

“You should definitely go for it. It would be one of the most not-so-boring things you have done in university years.” Mai said, handing your phone over to you.

“Are you sure? Cause once I get that on my skin, there is no reversing it.” you said, clicking your phone shut.

“Please. Todou has a lot of tattoos and some of them don’t even make any sense. This one does and you should definitely get it done. It would really compliment your skin.” Mai said with the wave of her hand.

Chewing on your lip you knew having a tattoo would call for commitment. There were stories of people advising others to never get a quote or a lyric etched permanently on your skin, often having cover up tattoos over them or having them lasered; with short lived relationships that were in the form of reminders of ex lovers names, tattooed in the most secretive, intimate or open spaces on skin. Being cautious about all these things and opting to not follow the norm was one way to live… but what if you wanted it for your own personal satisfaction and change?

You had decided to graduate from your final year of university with one good memory of an accomplishment you would achieve alone apart from grades; which was the bucket list of the worst decisions you had ever made. Getting drunk and being completely blacked out was a part of Mai’s idea when she had thrown a wild party at her house despite the protests of her twin sister. Going out for a drive at night to no place in particular had been another one of Mai’s contributions to your bucket list with Todou’s complains about having a hangover and Kamo’s groaning about having to deal with the bulky man. Deciding to go more bold, you had made up your mind on a choice every person had when they were young and reckless.

Getting a tattoo.

Dialing the number on your phone after searching for various shops and reviews, you finally found the place that had suited your standards. With three rings, your call was answered.

“You’ve reached the night parade, how can I help you?” a light yet baritone voice said. “Hi! I wanted to ask if you would be able to book an appointment tomorrow…?” you asked shyly, one hand curling into the hem of the bottom of your shirt.

“Just gimme a minute” the young man answered as there was shuffling in the background.

“Sure, take your time” you said, looking at the screen of your laptop, analyzing the pictures that had been uploaded onto the website.

“We’re free at seven.” the voice stated.

“Okay… can I book an appointment for that time?” you asked, toes curling at the thrill of finally getting what you wanted.

“If you want. And if you happen to cancel, do let us know early. Not at the time we close shop” the young man commented.

With a chuckle you said, “I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll turn up at that time.”

“Cool. I’ll write your name down so that one of the artists can start working on you.” the voice answered.

“Might I know your name so that I don’t walk into the wrong shop?” you asked, lightly scratching your cheek.

“I highly doubt you would walk into the wrong shop cause the display board would be outside… but the name is Fushiguro Megumi.” the baritone voice replied.

“Alright. I’ll stop by tomorrow. Thank you, Fushiguro san.” you said meekly.

“Anytime.” was all he said before you heard the phone line go dead on the other side.

‘Megumi… a pretty name but very uncommon for that kind of a voice.’

Opening the door, you heard the charm of the bell as you stepped inside the warm room. Looking on your right, you watched a young man type away aggressively on the desktop that sat perched on the wooden desk. He had spiky black hair and ocean green eyes that shifted lower with every sentence he read on the desktop. Stepping closer to the back of the desk, you cleared your throat, waiting to get his attention. Eyes snapping up in your direction he looked to the ceiling on the wall on his left, noting the time had been seven o’ clock.

“Seems like you stepped into the right shop afterall” he said with the roll of his eyes as he laxed into the chair behind him, folding his hands.

“Megumi. How many times have I told you to not be rude to the customers?” another baritone voice came from behind you.

Looking back, you were met with the sight of a white haired man with round dark glasses. His arms were covered by the long sleeves of his shirt with only a peek of a wing on his neck. Eyes trailing down, you watched as his calves flexed the ink on his skin. Stretching his legs out to display, your eyes quickly snapped to meet his. A playful smirk played on his lips as he got up from his seat and walked to you. You felt your eyes widen at the sight of the man as he fit into the perfect description of a model who would be printed on the cover of the magazine despite the fact that he was adorned in tattoos.

“And you’re miss… uh…” he said, lowering his glasses with one of his hands while the other was in his pocket.

“(L/N). (L/N) (F/N).” you said.

“Right…” he said with a teasing drawl as he watched you from head to toe.

With an awkward clearance of your throat, you spoke. “And you are?”

“Gojo Satoru.” he said chirped back.

“Do you uh…” you said, trying to choose the right words to ask him if he worked in the tattoo shop to not seem offensive while fidgeting with your thumbs.

“If you’re asking me whether I work here, as a matter of fact I do. I co-own this shop with another artist.” he said, sticking his tongue out playfully.

“Oh… “ you said in awe.

“Yeah…that grumpy old man should be here anytime now…” he said, looking at the door in expectation. “Afterall… you are his client.”

It was as on cue, the door had opened with another man stepping into the shop. He was nearly as tall as Satoru but had been a few inches shorter. He had blonde hair, slicked back with a clean undercut and prominent cheekbones; lips pressed into a fine line with a silver ring resting against the middle of the lower appendage. His skin seemed to be covered in tattoos with peeks on it rising to his collar bones while the rest was hidden under a tank top accompanied with an overcoat and a pair of loose fitting platform pants. Taking off his glasses, he placed it with a light clatter on the desk before turning to take off his overcoat and hang it from the rack that was on the left wall into the entrance of the shop.

‘Does everyone who works here have to look like a model?’

“Megumi, I told you not to make me work overtime. This is the third time this week you’ve done that.” he said in a raspy yet frustrated, resting both his arms against the desk, he towered over the green eyed boy.

“I asked Gojo san if he was willing to tattoo on the client and he said, ‘No, Let Nanamin do it.’ “ Megumi said, pointing a thumb towards you. Brown eyes snapped in your direction, causing you to gulp at the awkward tension in the shop. Letting out a heavy groan, Nanami let his head hang before turning to face the white haired man. “When are you going to learn to be responsible, Gojo san?” he asked with the pursing of his lips.

“Oof… that’s very cold of you to say Nanamin. Practice makes a man better and you should be happy that I’m giving you that opportunity.” Satoru said cheekily.

“Whatever. Let’s get this done with.” he said, bending towards the shelf to grab a sketchbook and stationery.

Walking past you he opened a door behind, one hand holding his materials while the other rested on the handle.

“After you.” he said curtly with a shake of his head, ushering you into the room. With a quick nod, you stepped inside, taking a look around you. Shelves were littered with bottles of ink, needles and tattooing equipment with two desks that were placed next to each other with bulletin boards that were pinned with drawings, stencils and rough sketches.

“Did you have something in mind that you wanted me to tattoo or… would you want to explore your options before settling on one?” Nanami’s raspy baritone voice said, as he set materials on his desk.

“I was thinking about doing a swallow holding a letter beneath my collarbone…. But I wasn’t too sure about it…” you said in a meek voice, shuffling your feet at your embarrassing reply.

“Hm…” Nanami acknowledged, reaching for one of the books that was placed among many of the shelves before setting it on the wooden desk. Flipping through the pages, he came upon one which looked similar to the design you had in mind.

“Is this the kind you’re looking for?” he asked, taking a quick glance at you, turning back to the page for affirmation.

“Something like that, yes… but don’t you think it would be a little awkward if the person who got this tattooed and I have the same design?” you said with a shaky voice accompanied with a light chuckle to make the conversation seem lighthearted compared to the tattoo artist’s serious demeanor.

“You would be right about that…” he said, eyebrows furrowing in thought. Pursing your lips, you looked away from the drawing that sprawled in front of you to his hands that rested against the desk, shoulders hunched at the position of him being deep in thought of what he could possibly do to change this tattoo.

“Tell you what” he said, suddenly, breaking you from your stare, “You come back tomorrow and I’ll design something.”

“Okay… what time would you like me to come?” you asked, turning to face him. “Come by late afternoon. Say about three. I’ll have your design ready and waiting.” he said curtly, closing the book and lifting it to place it back on the shelf.

“Okay… I’ll see you tomorrow… uh…” you said, shaking a pointed finger in awkwardness, lips pursed into a thin line.

“Nanami. Nanami kento.” he replied in a raspy voice. “And you’re Miss…”

“(L/n). (L/N), (F/N).”

“I’ll have Megumi note down your name in the register for the appointment tomorrow. Don’t be late as I value both my client’s and my time.” he said, opening the door for you once more.

“I’ll make a note of that Nanami san.” you said softly, turning to leave.

“All done already? You must’ve broken the track record now, Nanamin.” Gojo said, coming to a sitting position, shooting the both of you a playful smile.

“Only a dumbhead would come to that conclusion. I’m working on her design. Something you should be doing instead of lazing around the shop.” Nanami replied boredly, walking towards Megumi’s desk.

“You’re still mean, Nanamin.” Gojo said, pouting, sending a wink towards you.

“Make sure to put (L/N) san’s appointment at three tomorrow.” he said briefly over the desk. Nodding, Megumi typed it into the shop’s desktop, scrolling through the list of names that were prior to yours.

“It’s done. Again, tomorrow. At three.” Nanami said, displaying three of his fingers to make sure to get his point across. Raising three fingers of your own, you spoke.

“Three. Got it.” stepping out of the entrance of the shop.

‘It sounded attractive when he said my name.’

“So you’re telling me that you walked into a shop of drop dead gorgeous models… who would tattoo on your body?” Mai said, taking a bite out of her sandwich. “Yes.” you answered, hand reaching for the flavored milk.

“What’s the name of the studio again?” she said, fishing her phone out of her handbag. “The night parade.” you said, taking a sip out of your straw. You watched as she squinted at her phone.

“What is this slug doing here?” she said in a disgusted tone. Eye furrowing at the comment you became curious.

“Who are you talking about?” you asked, lips separating from the straw of your carton.

“This guy here.” she said, taking the sandwich into her mouth, her now free hand pointing towards the familiar black spiky haired young boy who had a peace sign in the air with a bored expression on his face.

“Ahh… Megumi? Seems to be the receptionist at the night parade. How do you know him?” you asked.

“He studies a year below Maki. Came over to my house for tutoring sessions from her a few times. He is so full of himself and really acts like an all knowing brat. As if he didn’t need those extra tutoring lessons. If that wasn’t enough, he is also a relative of ours. Despite the fact that I am supposed to be on equal footing as an aunt, the brat shows me no respect.” Mai said, huffing up her cheeks in childish frustration towards the young boy.

“You’re just a year older than him, Mai. Never would’ve thought of you to be the type who likes being called ‘auntie’.” you said teasingly as Mai feigned horror at your words.

“You are just as horrid as he is!” Mai said, hitting you lightly while you laughed.

Your friendship with Mai had been a very odd one. Although she was pretty, she seemed to never attract the crowd towards her, earning the name of being the cold queen. It wasn’t until you had been paired with Todou, Kamo, Miwa and Momo, you realized you didn’t have a stable group of friends. The assignment was more of an excuse that made you spend time together and as it went by, the most you grew attached to, was Mai. She had principles, and a goal she was after; to surpass her sister. Soon, she had opened up to being dependent on you, calling late nights when there was a fight at the Zenin estate or crashing at your apartment when things got worse and she needed peace. Such circumstances could cause the friendship between two very different people to become as thick as thieves. Looking back, you wondered how your social life would’ve been in university had you never spent any time with Mai.

“Hey, Mai…” you said mindlessly staring out into the corridor where students had sat in groups together.

Humming in response, Mai turned to take a quick glance at you, one hand on her phone while the other tapped against the wood of the table.

“Where do you think we would’ve been in the past or would be five years from here?” you asked. You often wondered if you would have the same people in your life in the future as much as you did in the present. Asking was always a taboo as it would put pressure on your relationship; yet you were curious to know what her answer would be. “What kind of a question is that?” Mai said with her ridiculous expression. “It is what it is, Mai… a question. It depends on how you answer it…” you said, eyes trained on her. Taking a few silent moments with her eyebrows furrowed, she clicked her phone shut before responding.

“Ask me again in five years and we’ll see where it goes.”

“People usually say things like ‘Oh nooo we’ll be together even after years’ or ‘Even if we part ways it would always work out’ and then there’s you.” you responded. “Your fault for asking such a question, weirdo.” Mai said with a huff. With a small smile stretched across your lips, you shook your head taking a long last sip till the carton was empty. Stretching her hand to place it on top of yours, she gave you a furrow before speaking once more.

“Only time can tell… let’s stay in the present, thinking about what job we’ll have to take once we leave university. Maybe then we can see where this goes in five years…”

“When you become the head lady of the Zenin household?” you snorted smugly. “It's a much better option than letting Naoya claim that position.” Mai said, gritting her teeth. “I agree. Seems like running away from family situations is all we really have at this point.” you said with a sigh. Lifting your phone from the wooden table, the time was close to two forty. “Okay… That’s my time to run to the shop. Do you want to come with me?” you asked, slipping your phone into your pocket while getting up from the chair to leave.

“Nah, I have to get to a meeting with Kamo. And I’d rather not see that little slug, now that I know he is the receptionist in the shop.” Mai said with a casual wave of her hand. “Alright… see you later Mai.” you said, throwing the empty carton of milk on your way out. “Send me an update once you’re done with the tattoo !!” she said with a wave.

“Sure thing!” you yelled back, pulling the door away to step out of the building. The tattoo shop was not too far, with it being a thirty minute walk. Deciding to run, you made a quick jog across the nearly crowded streets of midday Tokyo. Standing outside the shop, you checked your phone again, hoping that you had made it on time.

“You’re three minutes late.” a familiar raspy voice said. Panting for breath,you looked to the side, seeing Nanami standing with his shoulder leaning against the glass window of the shop, one hand carrying a bag of foods from the nearby bakery. Stepping around your figure, he opened the door before you, quirking an eyebrow in silent command to enter.

Stepping into the shop, you dropped your book bag to your knees and took a seat, absorbing a moment to catch your breath.

“Get her some water Gojo” Nanami said walking past the white haired man who was seated at Megumi’s desk, the spiky raven haired male nowhere to be seen in sight. Rubbing your arm in anticipation you watched the white hair male give a silent nod, getting up from his seat to fill you a glass.

“Don’t you look like you’ve run an olympics?” he said with a light tease. “If you consider university as the starting line, sure.” you retorted, muttering a quick thanks before gulping huge sips of water, drops of it flowing down your chin. Holding the now empty glass, you looked up at Satoru, his face contorting into an expression of amusement.

“Right this way,” Satoru said, taking the glass from your hands while the other gestured towards the room you had been to earlier. Stepping into their workspace, you looked at Nanami who was arranging through the tracing paper on his desk. Taking out the delicately drawn stencil, he placed it before you, glancing at you for approval.

“Maybe we should put it on your skin before deciding if you like it or not.” he said, turning towards the box of gloves that were placed on the desk.

“Before I start, I might have to ask you to show me your ID.” Nanami said, gazing at you. “Nanamin” Satoru said with feign hurt stepping into the room, placing one hand against his chest as you rummaged through your bag to find your wallet which contained your University ID. “It is rude to ask a woman her age!” Satoru exclaimed as you pulled out your ID and handed it to the tattoo artist who stood before you.

Ignoring the white haired male, Nanami’s eyebrows furrowed as he read the details of the ID. “Alright, we’re good to go.” Nanami said, handing your ID back to you. Setting your bookbag onto the floor near you, Nanami made quick steps to the metal table placed in the corner of the room, dragging the wheels beneath it to bring it near the chair. With a wave of his tattooed arm towards the empty seat, you sat down hesitantly, dropping your book bag to the side. Settling into the back of the chair, Nanami stared at you from his seat. Eyebrows raised at him, he leaned forward, placing both his arms on his muscular thighs> “Below your collarbone.”

You felt your face heat up at the thought of having to take your shirt off. There have been times where you had, but it made you nervous to do it in front of an attractive stranger who was no less ready to turn your skin into his canvas. Shyly looking to the side, you twisted the hem of your shirt in your fists.

“Get her a sheet from the cupboard.” Nanami said, turning to Gojo who was leaning against the doorframe, watching the both of you.

“Seems like I’ve gone from being a tattoo artist to an errand boy.” Gojo remarked, turning his back to go towards the cupboard of supplies. Rolling his eyes at the response, Nanami turned to you.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you, causing you to look around the room instead of staring at the tattoo artist for too long. It wasn’t long before Gojo returned into the room with a sheet. Handing it over to you, you slipped it into your shirt, covering the too revealing part of your chest that the bra couldn’t hide. Slipping the shirt off, you adjusted the hem of the cloth until you were satisfied with the result of being decently covered. Turning towards Nanami, he pushed his feet, moving the chair closer to you. Taking a shaving blade, he began to dab your skin with water before dragging the blade down on the sensitive patch of skin under your collarbone. Eyes dragging from the blonde dyed hair, you noticed more features such as the piercing that sat over his left eyebrow, the silver ball winking at you under the light of the studio; the tip of his nose that seemed to give him an eccentric personality and the bow of his lips that seemed to be parted in focus as he worked the sharp object over your skin. Taking a towel to wipe it down, you watched as Nanami placed the tracing paper over the patch of skin before pulling it away slowly with the lightest touch, leaving a blue imprint over the area. “Take a look in the mirror and let me know if we need to shift it.” he said curtly, turning to the mirror that was placed on the opposite wall. Holding the sheet close to your chest, you walked towards the mirror, watching the once far away piece of ink become more clear as you stepped closer. It was a simple design, a swallow flying down the bone of your collarbone, carrying a letter that was sealed with a wax stamp. Smiling at the cute tattoo, you watched Nanami’s reflection in the mirror, staring at you. With a nod at him, he turned to the side, rummaging through the ink he had arranged into the compartments of the metal table.

“Color or black?” Nanami asked, hands busy opening the tray of caps that was used to fill ink.

“Color please.” you said, turning around to return to the chair. Placing yourself in the seat, you watched as Nanami poured various inks meticulously whilst eyeing the bottles of blue, red, black, white and yellow.

Dipping the machine into the ink he brought the needle close, drawing a line on your skin. Feeling the object prick your skin, you let out a hiss. “First time huh” Gojo said smugly from the corner of the room as he watched Nanami tattoo.

“Yeah…” you said breathily. “Relax your body. Stiffening it will only make the needle more difficult to pass through your skin.” Nanami said, drawing another line onto your skin. Thinking of a way to distract yourself, you thought of ways to make you relax, trying to block out the noise of the tattoo machine. “Why did you decide to get a tattoo?” Nanami said breaking you away from your thoughts. You blinked in surprise, not expecting him to talk due to his stoic like personality. Looking down at the wooden floor of the studio, you searched for the right words before answering him.

“I wanted to do something different as it would be the last year of university for me.”

“Do you even know the rules of living in Japan? Tattoos are not something to be proud of and considered rather useless. Are you that eager to be told to get away from restaurants or onsens?” Nanami asked, moving the tattoo machine back and forth, eyes trailing on your skin. “I am aware of the rules… but if that is the price I have to pay then so be it, I guess. Not getting a tattoo for the sake of escaping these problems was not a solution. If there is a problem, there is always a way to fix it like makeup or skin patches. Even if you have people who would hate you for who you are, there would always be more who would admire you for it.” you replied with a slight smile.

Moving his other hand, Nanami wiped away the pooling blood, ready to start coloring your skin again. Letting a few moments pass, you bit the inner side of your cheek, deciding it was your turn to begin a conversation.

“How long has it been since you’ve tattooed?” you asked. Furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Nanami pulled away from your skin, repeating the process of wiping away the excess ink and blood from your skin while dipping the tip of the machine into more ink.

“It’s been about ten years now. I began with being an apprentice at the age of eighteen. Turned in my sketches when I was twenty and started taking in clients when my mentor approved.” Nanami replied. Twisting your lips in curiosity to know more about the tattoo artist, you decided it was best to not pester to know more about him despite how much your brain screamed at you to talk to him.

“If you have anything more to say, then say it. You won’t be moving from that chair for the next hour.” Nanami said with a sigh. Eyebrows raising at the remark he made, you mentally smiled at the thought of having your silent wish come true.

“So… how’d you wind up in Tokyo?” you asked.

“I was in my second year of university. By day I was a student and by night I had become an apprentice around the shop. Did a part time of keeping it clean and looking after it if the owners were out along with keeping the supplies in. Gojo san was one year ahead of me and we both studied at the same university, here in Tokyo. It wasn’t long before the owners decided to move to the states, and they didn’t want to abandon the place, so we took over it.” Nanami answered.

‘His voice is oddly very calming.’

“Hm…” you made the sound mindlessly, eyes shifting to the tattoos that covered his skin. The ones that captivated you the most were the dahlia tattoos that rested on top of the surface of his bicep. Eyes trailing down, you noticed he had more traditional tattoos, stopping at his wrist.

“When did you get all these tattoos?” you asked, head shifting to get a better look at the art that splayed out on the arm before you.

“Over the years. First one was on my twentieth birthday and the last one was a year ago.” Nanami said as he stopped tattooing. “You have to stop moving,” he added.

Settling into the seat, you let silence wash over the both of you as you watched him pinch his eyebrows in focus, making sure to cover the spots of skin correctly. It was the repeated process of dragging the tattoo machine over the skin and then lifting the cloth to wipe away at the pool of blood. Letting minutes go by, you turned to face the ceiling, your body growing numb to the pain as you let your shoulders fall by your side.

“It’s done.” a baritone said, getting your attention towards the puffed up skin beneath your collarbone. Pushing himself away from you, Nanami gave you space to collect yourself. Eyes moving up to meet him, he gave a shake of his head, silently asking you to stand in front of the mirror. Walking towards the mirror, you were stunned to the sight covered in permanent ink rather than pen ink. You watched as the shade of the swallow faded from a light blue to a dark tone towards the tail with an old looking letter that was sealed with a wax stamp. Letting out a squeal of joy, you watched Nanami’s reflection in the mirror, smiling at your reaction towards his tattoo. “I love it!” you said, stomping your feet as you tied the sheet around your body. Taking hurried steps towards him, you pulled him in for a quick hug. “Thank you so much, Nanami san!” you said arms clasping tightly around him. Feeling him stiffen in your arms, you felt your shoulders sag from his lack of response, mentally cringing at your actions and feeling embarrassed. You were about to pull away when you felt his hands crawl up behind your back, one placed at your shoulder while the other awkwardly held onto your mid back.

“You should let that tattoo rest before taking quick actions, miss (L/N).”

You felt your heart flutter at his words and warmth at the fact that he returned the gesture rather than rejecting it. Pulling away from you, he placed a wrap over the tattoo while giving you instructions for it to heal. Picking up your discarded shirt, you carefully change making sure to not let the edge of the cloth touch your healing skin, folding the sheet Nanami gave earlier. Picking up your bag, you fished out your phone, deciding to take a picture of the memorable experience before deciding to head home.

“Thank you, Gojo kun.” you said, placing the folded sheet on the desk where he sat. Blue eyes snapping to you, he saw the light wrap below your collarbone, peeking out of your shirt. “Anytime.” he simply replied; “Did you like the tattoo?” he further asked.

“I absolutely love it.” you said with a bright smile, giving him a thumbs up. “Well, you better. Nanamin worked on it all night.” he said with playful aggression.

“He worked on it all night?” you asked, stunned at his statement. “Simple designs are the hardest to make,” he said with a shrug. You were disturbed by the sound of Nanami groaning in pain, massaging the back of his neck as he walked to the opposite side of the studio, wanting to get himself a glass of water. Clearing your throat towards Satoru, you spoke.

“So… how much did my bill come to?” you questioned awkwardly. “Oi, Nanamin.” Satoru yelled across the room, causing Nanami to turn around. “How much does the client have to pay you?” he asked. Looking back and forth between the two of you, Nanami bit his lip in focus on the price you were bound to pay.

“This one’s on the house.” he muttered, putting his bottle away with a small clatter, turning to throw on his coat and leave for home.

“Hah?” you let out a loud gasp. Turning to face Satoru, you decide to ask him instead.

“How much does a tattoo of this size usually cost?”.

“If Nanamin says it's on the house, then it's on the house.” Satoru said in a sing-song voice. Eyebrows furrowing, you turned your gaze to Nanami who was scrolling through his phone. Walking towards the couch he sat on that was placed on the opposite wall, you came to a stop before his feet.

“How much do I have to pay you, Nanami san?” you said, hand moving around your bag to find your wallet. “It is fine, miss (L/N).” he said, pulling out his shades from the pocket of his coat. “I insist, Nanami san. This is business. Doesn’t matter if it was my first time getting a tattoo or not. I want to contribute to the well being of your shop, financially as well as be a paying customer since my ego and dignity will not allow it.” you said firmly. Brown orbs gazing up to meet yours, he let out a sigh before settling on the final price.

“It’ll be 12000 yen.”

Taking the bills from your purse, you handed the cash to Nanami, who took them and shoved it into his pocket, not bothering to count the bills.

“Why didn’t you check the number I gave?” you asked curiously.

“Didn’t need to. I just know.” he said shortly, getting up and moving around you.

Stunned at his choice of words, you turned around quickly calling out to him to wait. “Is it alright if we took a picture? I want to keep this as a part of an album I’ve been working on…” you said hesitantly. Quirking an eyebrow at you, Nanami turned to Satoru who grabbed your phone and took a selfie with all the three of you in it.

“Thank you for today and I hope you have a good evening!” you said, opening the door of the shop. “Do come back again!” Satoru called out after you while Nanami leaned over the desk to check the records of the shop. Shooting both of them a smile and a wave, you turned towards home, sad at the fact that you had to leave but satisfied with creating a memory of the first time you had a permanent piece of art on your skin.

“You should let that tattoo rest before taking quick actions, miss (L/N).”

You blushed as his words repeated in your head, his voice distinct and raspy, mentally giggling over the way he addressed you. That night, you laid in bed, thumbing his face in the photo, admiring his features. Your heart fluttered while reminiscing the short conversation you had in the shop, but ached that it was short lived.

‘I want to see him smile more…’ you yearned as you drifted off to sleep, wondering if you would ever meet Nanami again.

“That’s really well done. He spent the whole night making that?” Mai asked, leaning close to your shoulder to get a better look of the simple design. “That’s what Gojo san told me.” you said, shrugging. “Should’ve taken this guy’s number.” Mai said, clicking her tongue.

“Uh… no.” you said awkwardly. “Why not? If you claimed he was hot, had an amazing voice and was able to make a conversation with you despite having the personality of a log, I’m sure you two would have it off very well!” Mai argued back, pitch a bit higher than yours. Sighing, you used a tender grip to shift the clothing from the side of your shoulder to the top to the top of it.

“It is very unprofessional, Mai. All I wanted was to get a tattoo, which I did. It is sad that I have to leave, but I did enjoy the short amount of time I had with him.” you replied.

“Your social and love life are tragic.” Mai said, flopping on the couch right next to you.

“Hear hear.” you retorted with the roll of your eyes.

“Let’s go clubbing this weekend.” Mai said. “And why would I want to do that? Didn’t we just go last week?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows at her statement.

“That was before you got the tattoo, met a ‘hot’ guy according to your standards. And now, you’re sad about missing your chance to get to know, just because it is unprofessional even though you did have a full blown out conversation where he told you about himself and did a tattoo for you that took him the whole night to design.For the record, he even told you not pay. Who does that?” Mai said in a matter of fact manner. “I don’t want to build a relationship off baseless assumptions, Mai. I was his client and that was it.” you reasoned in a firm yet calm tone. There wasn’t anything wrong with what she said, but what was the point if this relationship did not go anywhere. If you picked up anything about Nanami, he was still a stranger to you. Just because someone opens up a little bit, doesn’t mean they would be interested in you now would it?

“(Y/N).” Mai said, interrupting your thoughts. Giving her a confused look with the raise of your eyebrows she sighed, rolling her eyes and turning to you once more. “Confirmation. I’ll call the guys over after.” Mai said, tapping the group chat on her phone.

Pursing your lips, you nodded your head back and forth.

“Let’s do it.”

The weekend had rolled around pretty quick, given the fact that you had a busy schedule, walking with books along the long hallways, having to complete assignments, papers and tests. If anything, the club would help you loosen up a bit. Getting past the bouncer, the five of you were able to enter the club, with Mai pulling you towards the bar stools. Todou and Kamo were on the dance floor while Miwa and Momo were awkward around the area.

“Look at those two idiots dancing.” Mai said, slapping her thigh and laughing. Todou seemed to be stiff while Kamo struggled with his composure. Coming from a rather traditional background did not suffice for the air of a nightclub for it was wild compared to the tamed atmosphere of teahouses and home.

Turning to the wooden table, you were greeted with the sight of the bartender sliding a glass of alcohol towards you. “The gentleman in that corner wishes to offer this to you.” he murmured politely, causing you to turn your head to the corner. From the side of your peripheral you watched a light blue haired man raise his glass to you with a sweet yet devious grin. Furrowing your eyebrows with a snort, you picked up your glass of alcohol and began to analyze before putting it down and sliding it back towards the bartender.

“Could you convey the message; thanks for the offer?” you asked politely, turning to Mai for ordering both your drinks.

“Why didn’t you take it?” she asked hurriedly, eyes shifting from the glass of alcohol to you. “I didn’t know if it was spiked or not. Never accept drinks from strangers unless they order it in front of you.” you said, tapping with your fingernails on the table, eyeing the labels of alcohol, pondering over the thought if you could afford to get wasted tonight.

“My my, quite the wary one aren’t you?”

Turning around you were stared into the heterochromatic eyes of the said stranger.

“Have to be. I am in a club after all.” you said curtly, folding your arms over your chest.

The stranger reached out to you, offering a shake. “Mahito.”

Taking his hand into yours, you gave it a firm grip.

“(L/N).” you said curtly.

“Say, mind if I join you for a drink?” Mahito asked sweetly, holding your hand still. Pulling away your palm from his, you tilted your head towards the empty seat next to you. Moving towards the seat, you got a better look of his features. His hair was closer to pale blue with a smooth undercut that showed off the stitches that ran down his neck. Turning to the side, he gave you a smile before picking up his glass of alcohol and placing the edge of it on his lips.

“So what brings you to the club?” he asked in a silky smooth voice, body turning to the side to face you.

“I’m just a regular uni student. Decided to stop by here to blow some stress out.” you said in an exasperated voice, looking at the bartender for a drink. “A blue lagoon for me.”

“Interesting choice. Seems like uni has been giving you a hard time.” Mahito said with a chuckle, bending over the bar table in amusement.

“Please, uni was never satisfying for anyone. If anything, it puts you through hell of a lot, just to get a qualification so that you can get a job. Besides, who would want to sit with a stack of papers for hours on end, figuring things out which have no use in the future?” you said with a shrug, taking a sip of your drink.

Mahito chuckled at your opinion, taking another sip from his drink. “That is quite the opinion regarding systems.” After a short pause, you spoke again. “So… what do you do for a living… or are you a uni student like me?” you asked, looking into his heterochromatic eyes.

“I do a lot of things for a living. Never stayed in one place for too long.” he said, staring at couples and groups, moving their bodies against one another as they danced on the floor. “You sound like a wanderer… wouldn’t be surprised of why you came to the club in the first place.” you quipped.

“Oh… I do always walk out of here with someone as a prize.” he said, sliding his hand towards you. Feeling uncomfortable, you drew yours back, with an awkward chuckle, turning to Mai whose seat was empty. Looking around, you found her to be dancing with Miwa and Momo.

“Do you want to go dancing?” Mahito asked, giving you a charming puppy eye look.

“I have two left feet, Mahito san. I’d be the last option you want to dance with.” you said, waving your hands in front of you, denying his offer.

“Oh c’mon it’ll be fun-” “Look who we have here!” a thundering smack of the table could be heard from your right, startling you.

“Do not make a scene, Gojo san.” the familiar and raspy voice said. Turning towards the duo, you felt your heart soar at the hope of both coincidence and the thoughts you had mulled over the past few days.

“How did you guys…” you trailed, looking back and forth between the two of them. “We’re here with our friend, Shoko. And… it seems like you got a little friend there.” Gojo said, head turning towards mahito who was equally as curious as them, eyeing the duo from head to toe.

“Do you mind if we take her?” Gojo asked in a smug manner, leaving no space for Mahito to argue. With a shrug of his shoulders, Mahito gave a devious and dark grin that made shivers go down your spine.

“Sure.”

Getting up from your seat along with your drink, you made way with the tall white haired man and the blonde over to a secluded spot where you could have some privacy and conversations. Seating yourselves down onto the empty seats, Nanami sat next to Gojo while the seat near you was vacant. A woman in a dark maroon shirt along with a pair of black pants joined the three of you, giving you a tired smile as she slid into the empty chair beside you. “(Y/N) chan, this is Ieri Shoko, Shoko, this is (L/N) (F/N).” Gojo said, waving between the both of you. Giving you a slight bow, you returned the gesture with a smile before turning towards the duo who were seated across you. “So… how did you know Nanami and this idiot?” Ieri asked, while Satoru protested and pouted in the background at the insult. “Nanami was the first artist I ever went to, to get a tattoo.” you said shyly.

“Have you been taking good care of it, Miss (L/N)?” Nanami asked in a raspy voice as two mugs of beer were placed before him. “Yeah, I’ve been applying creams and wrapping it before I take a shower. It’s been healing well.” you responded, eyeing the two glasses of alcohol that was placed before you.

“May I see your tattoo?” Ieri asked gently, wrists under her chin, her eyes meeting yours. With a gentle nod, you slipped a bit of your clothing away from the collarbone of your body, revealing the piece of art Nanami had created on you.

“Cute.” Shoko said with a smile. “Your skin is in great condition too.” she said, taking a mug of beer from across the table. “Ieri is a doctor by the way.” Gojo said, taking his cherry sweet soda. “And you don’t drink any alcohol?” you asked. “He’s a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. We went for shots on his birthday once and look where that got him.” Shoko said, scrolling through her phone. Bringing it close to your face, you were surprised to see the sight of Satoru walking in a drunken state only to hug and rub a pole while crying about having no friends to crashing out in a bush and sleeping. Snorting at the clipping, you covered your mouth to prevent laughs while Nanami shook his head in disappointment.

“One tequila shot.” Shoko said, raising a finger.

“Why do I even hang around you?” Gojo said with a sigh, holding onto his bottle of cherry soda.

“Because you don’t have any other friends. And even if you did, they would lose respect for you just like I did.” Nanami said, bringing his lips the glass of beer and downing it in six gulps. Staring at the sight before you with raised eyebrows, Nanami gave you a shy smile, proceeding to play with empty glass by turning it around.

“That’s a statement to be aimed at the doctor who has bad habits like heavy smoking and drinking Nanamin. And you have no shame either, drinking away to glory, leaving me to pay the bills.” Gojo whined.

“Second heavy, compared to me.” Shoko said with a grin, finishing the last of her beer, ready to go another round. The bartender would walk around the table for the next hour while Nanami sat across the table from you, laughing and commenting at Ieri and Satoru’s antics. Stepping out of the club, you were quick to shoot a message in the group chat.

“Leaving for home. See you guys tomorrow :) “

Sent.

“Make sure to use condoms.”

Notification from Mai.

Feeling the heat rush to your cheeks you were eager to put your phone away into your bag whilst Satoru paid the bills for the insane amount of alcohol both Ieri and Nanami were responsible for drinking.

“I’ll drop you home.” Nanami said, settling on his bike, passing one helmet to you while Satoru and Ieri moved towards her car. “Only if it doesn’t bother you.” you said shyly, taking the helmet from him.

With a yell of your name you turned to Satoru who made a quick jog towards you. “Tell me your socials. I’ll add you.” he said hurriedly, handing you his phone. Typing in your handle, Gojo was quick to share it with Ieri. Taking out your own phone, you accepted his requests.

“We’ll stay in touch,” he said. “Take her home safely Nanamin.”

“Isn’t driving while drinking alcohol an offense to the law?” you asked, getting on the back of the bike.

“I’ve done this before. It’s fine, I know the routes around Tokyo.” Nanami said, wearing a helmet of his own. “Where do you live?” he asked, revving the engine of his bike. Giving him the address of your apartment, he was quick to follow. Holding him by the shoulders, you watched as the neon lights of the city street passed, the bike going in and out of alleys and main roads until you reached your home. Stopping before the entrance of the building, you were quick to take your helmet off and hand it to Nanami. Taking it from your hands, he lifted his own, wishing you a goodnight. “Would you like to come in? It’s rather late and I would feel bad for making you drive all the way home.” you offered.

“I do not want to cause you inconvenience, Miss (L/N). I’ll be on my way.” Nanami said.

“But I do feel like I owe you… Would you agree to get some coffee? Maybe tomorrow… or next week or… maybe not if you’re not interested…” you talked shyly, swaying back and forth on your feet.

“Tomorrow sounds pleasant.” Nanami said.

“Okay… would five thirty sound fine to you at the tattoo shop or here or I can send you the location of the shop?” you asked, showing five with your fingers.

“Five. At the entrance of your building.” he responded, raising five fingers of his own. “You better not be late,” he added.

“I’ll try.” you said meekly, heels turning around to leave.

“Good night!! “ you exclaimed, giving him a small wave.

“Sleep well.” he said in a smooth baritone, kicking the engine and driving away into the night.

Tossing in your bed while going through the feed on your phone, you looked into the corner of it, noting that it was nearly three in the morning. Deciding to take a look at your social media before calling it a day, you stared at the heart icon at the bottom.

‘Nanaminyaa has sent a request.’

‘Must be Gojo’s work.’ you retorted mentally, clicking on the confirm button, sending a request in return.

That was the night you stayed tossing and turning in your bed, afraid of what tomorrow might bring. It was also the first time you had screamed into your pillow from the level of excitement you had towards seeing the man you were starting to develop a crush on.

Tomorrow sounds pleasant.

Setting down your clothes on your bed, you wondered which clothing would suit you to impress Nanami. Would a beige shirt with some brown pants do or would you rather wear something casual that was usually worn on a date? You paused at the word ‘date.’ There had been only three occasions where you had met Nanami, and in those three meetings, he had always been formal with you. Choosing to side with the beige shirt and brown pants you picked out, you got on with your day; distracting yourself from the outing you had with the tattoo artist.

Looking at the clock, you saw the minute hand touch six while the hour hand stopped at four.

‘Time to get ready.’

Fixing your clothes and make up, you made your way down the building through the elevator. Stepping out of the doors, you made a beeline for the glass doors at the entrance of your building. Walking towards it, you noticed a figure standing in a tanned brown leather jacket whilst scrolling through his phone, looking up to see you walk towards him.

“You're late by… one minute today.” Nanami said, beginning to walk in the direction as you had, both hands shoved deep into his pocket.

Clutching the straps of your purse close to you, you made a light chuckle.

“One minute doesn’t count, Nanami san.”

“Time is money here, Miss (L/N).” Nanami siad, fixing his shades with his hand.

“Allow me to pay for your coffee then.” you said with tease, sticking your tongue out. “That wouldn’t be very chivalrous of me as a man, would it?” he countered. “We live in the twenty-first century, Nanami san. I do appreciate the gesture, but today is my treat for all the trouble I’ve caused you. With Gojo telling me that you worked on my design all night, this is the least I can do.” you replied. Letting out a sigh, you watched as Nanami adjusted his shades once more. “That idiot cannot be trusted with information.”

Reaching the coffee shop, the two of you were quick to place your orders, you were quick to sit into the spot that was secluded in the corner of the coffee house. Your eyes shifted from the wood of the coffee table to the shoes you wore, searching for words to start a conversation.

“You don’t seem to have slept well last night.” Nanami said out of the blue. Shooting him a puzzled, you settled into your chair, crossing your left leg over to your right.

“What makes you say that?”

Fiddling with the hem of his jacket, Nanami leaned forward, elbows placed on his knees while his hands hung loosely, he raised a finger to his own face, showing the area around the socket of his eye.

“It’s sunken. At this rate, you’ll get dark circles. Sleep is equally important for a human being to function.” he said.

‘Couldn’t stop thinking about you.’

“I might’ve tossed and turned through the night. That’s probably the reason why I didn’t sleep properly.” you lied. “Next time, let me know. I’ll drop with some tea. I bring it to Ieri sometimes and it worked.” he said, being interrupted by the barista who had placed the tea before him. Reaching for your drinks at the same time, Nanami and your hands touched and this was the second time you had felt his skin brush against yours after the evening you had spent in his tattoo shop. Quickly reaching out for his cup, Nanami settled back into his chair, taking a sip of the hot drink, leaving to quell in the thoughts of being giddy. Conversations between the two of you continued, based on your likes, dislikes and what you did in your free time.

“Aren’t you fit for being the perfect househusband?” you chuckled, placing the empty glass back onto the coffee table.

“In reference to?” Nanami said casually, placing his own cup next to yours.

“Think about it, you cook in your spare time. Looks like misogyny has turned tables on us hasn't it. Have you ever given thought about settling down?” you asked, watching as Nanami squirmed in his seat. Letting a huff out of your nose, you knew you had overstepped.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have prodded you so much.” you said meekly.

“It’s fine. Truth is, I didn’t plan on settling down with someone while I still worked as a tattoo artist.” Nanami said, straightening his back and stretching out his legs from his chair.

“Why not?” you asked, blinking in confusion. “People are usually attracted to art… I’m sure they would love what you do.” Adjusting his glasses with the clearance of his throat, Nanami looked at you, biting the inner side of his cheek.

“I’d rather stick to a well paying job rather than settle for something third rate which satisfies my passion rather than paying the bills.” Nanami said, crossing one leg over another.

“Very realistic.” you remarked, nodding your head at his explanation. “Don’t you think that the person you decide to settle down with in the first place would like you for who you are rather than worry about the bills?” you asked.

“The world works in a different way, miss (L/N). Tattooing might seem like my passion, but in practice, it is shit. And so is working in an office.” Nanami said with ferocity, emphasizing the hate he had for cubicles.

“And how… Did that happen?” you enquired. “I might have a lot of tattoos, but it is not entirely impossible when all you wear are suits, full sleeved shirts and most of all… if the company was Jujutsu tech. A lot of people have tattoos there. But rather than working in a company among limited options whose salary is shit, I’d rather do something second rate in comparison to that.” he concluded. “Shall we get going?” he asked, getting up from his chair, turning to face you. Nodding, you stood up from your own as Nanami walked ahead of you. Opening the glass door of the shop, the old lady from the counter thanked you for your visit with a bow while you did the same.

“He opens doors for you? That one’s a keeper. Have a good evening, lovebirds.” she said with a chuckle, turning around to place an order of coffee. Speed Walking from the coffee shop till you were at a good distance, Nanami cleared his throat, until there was a group of chirps behind him. Turning both of your heads back, you saw a bunch of baby chicks following the two of you. As Nanami walked to the side, the chicks still followed him. Hearing you chortle, Nanami adjusted his glasses as a show of disapproval. “This is a rather serious situation, Miss (Y/N).” Nanami said.

“I can’t take them to my apartment. The owners have strict rules about that. Where do you live?” you reasoned.

“I live with Gojo san in a shared apartment.” he muttered, unpleased.

“I thought you didn’t get along well with him…?” you asked in confusion from replaying the flashbacks of Nanami’s hostility. “Don’t get confused. I would trust the man with my life. But it doesn’t cover the fact that he is a shit human.” Nanami stated. “Is the place spacious?” you asked. “Gojo san is rich. And if anything, that apartment is oozing with money from the amount of useless things he buys and throws away.” Nanami stated.

“Alright then. Time for you to take these baby chicks home.” you said, looking up at him as the three chicks chirped. “ I certainly won’t be taking them home, Miss (L/N). Gojo san is irresponsible when it comes to taking care of things, and neither will I be taking care of something that I’m not willing to take care of.” Nanami said, sternly. “You know what… you’re right. If I can’t take care of it, I mustn’t ask that of someone else…” you replied. Pouting, you bent over the group of chicks, touching each chick’s head with the pad of your finger.

“I hope you find a new home soon.” you said, beginning to walk the other way. It wasn’t until you had walked a few meters ahead, you realized Nanami was nowhere near you. Turning back you watched him walk towards you, holding his folded jacket, chirps coming from them.

You stared at him with raised eyebrows as he caught up to you.

“Do not ask.” is all he muttered, walking ahead of you. With a smile playing on your lips you walked down the street ahead of you, as the sun set.

You awoke to a string of messages from a shared chat. Notification from Gojo Satoru : Look at what came in last night !!

*Sent Image attachment*

Opening it, you watched him film Nanami walking towards the Kitchen counter with the three baby chicks trailing behind him. “Nanamin’s a dad now !! Ayy don’t peck me!” Gojo exclaimed from behind the camera, giving a few pats on Nanami’s shoulder.

Notification from Ieri Shoko : Nanami, there is more chaos in your life.

Tapping away on the keypad of the chatroom, you sent the message before starting your daily routine for class.

“Thank you for taking care of them”

“You sure are becoming a changed man, Nanamin. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” Gojo asked, reaching to touch the man’s forehead.

Slapping away his hand in offense, causing the white haired man to pout, Nanami responded.

“I am perfectly fine.”

“No you’re not. I can tell you have a little something for (Y/N) chan…” he said cheekily.

“That is one of the reasons why you shouldn’t work at the shop, Gojo san. You are highly unprofessional with clients and now, you’re making me get caught up in a set of your own fantasies.” Nanami stated bluntly.

“You’re so mean. But look, you brought these babies home. And you’re not usually one to do that right. What made you change your mind?” Gojo debated, gesturing wildly to the chicks that they had kept in a small structure made of wood.

“Just happened to imprint on me and they won’t leave me alone.” Nanami reasoned.

“There has to be more to that. (Y/N) even responded with a ‘Thank you for taking care of them.’ Did she not?” Gojo argued, waving his phone in the air with the evidence of the chat.

Body going stoic was the first mistake Nanami made, and Satoru had noticed it.

“You sure have a little something don’t you Nanamin?” he said poking the sides of the blonde man. “You’ve been watching too many episodes of Japanese housewives. Get a job, you fool.” Nanami groaned, getting up from the table to grab his jacket and leave.

“You can’t fool me, Nanamin!” Gojo hollered as the blonde man stepped out of the apartment.

‘Maybe she is changing me.’

It had been weeks since you had last seen Nanami. Strings of messages you sent were either opened or left unread. It made you feel easy at first, knowing that a week had gone by since the both of you weren’t very close to begin with, yet you had had pleasant conversations and memories of the stone faced blonde man. However, you could tell something was amiss in the beginning of the second week. There were no more messages, proposals of going out were ignored and so was the enquiries of the baby chicks the both of you had picked up.

“Hi… This is (Y/N). Can I know if Nanami is fine? I am really worried about him.” you typed on the keypad to Satoru. Biting your lip you began to question if this was stepping over the boundary of an ex client and tattoo artist. Your feelings were no short than affectionate for Kento, seeing the pattern of him reappearing in your dreams and the times you spent glancing out of the window wondering what he did during the lecture hours or while you studied.

Notification from Gojo Satoru : “Nanamin’s been fine !! He’s extremely busy with clients. You should stop by the shop soon if you want to meet him. He isn’t very tech bent if you get what I mean. He’s a very old fashioned old man (((o(°▽°)o)))”

‘That was fast.’

Making up your mind after the rational and irrational thoughts of how Nanami would react to seeing you out of the blue, you decided to make a quick walk to the shop. Coming to a stop at the front door, you took a breath opening the door and walking in. “(Y/N) chan !!” Gojo waved from the corner of the room, pointing towards the seat in front of him. Walking towards the tall snow haired man, he gestured for you to take a seat, placing his wrists under his chin after. “He’s in with a client. Seems like it’ll be you and me today.” Gojo said with a light laugh, pouring a glass of water. “Oh…” was all you could utter, mentally berating yourself for even coming here. Taking the glass of water, you began to chug the liquid down, earning an amused look from Satoru as your nerves calmed down from the coldness of the fluid.

Hearing the door open behind you, you watched as a client walked out with Nanami after walking towards the desk.

“Thank you for the tattoo, Nanami san.” the client said, placing the bills on the tray before the computer while Megumi managed the accounting part of it.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you.” Kento replied in a silky, smooth voice.

Seeing Nanami again, spared a flame in your stomach, making butterflies flutter at the sound of his voice.

Looking towards the corner where you and Gojo sat, Nanami’s eyes narrowed into slits, unpleased.

“Gojo san, how many times have I told you to not entertain people who aren’t clients in the shop?” Nanami said venomously. You furrowed your eyebrows at the tone as well as the statement he used.

“Nanamin, she’s (Y/N) chan, our friend. And even if I invited her, this is my shop.” Satoru stated politely yet firmly.

“For you, she might be. But there are more places to gather rather than the space where we work. Have you forgotten that business cannot mix with pleasure, Gojo san? Or must I remind you every time about this?” Nanami said, folding his arms across his torso.

‘I really shouldn’t have come here.’

Before Satoru could argue, you placed a hand before him, stopping him mid accusation.

“I am sorry to have bothered you, Nanami san. I’ll be more mindful about that and not interrupt you again. While the job lasted, I enjoyed spending my time here. But now that I’ve gotten what I wanted and came for, there is no reason for me to be here.” you said, turning around to leave. Lifting your hand with a heavy heart, you opened the door as unshed tears began to form at the corner of your eyes of never entering the shop again or seeing Nanami.

He made your relationship extremely clear.

It was a transactional one and it was best if you both made your separate ways.

“Good job Nanami. You fucked up the one thing and probably the only thing you had going for you.” Satoru said, flaying his hands in the air in disappointment while Nanami watched you leave.

‘Things are exactly how it should be.’

“He doesn’t like you?” Mai asked, blinking her eyes in surprise.

“From the way he said that… yeah. I thought he was comfortable with me. But then again, you can’t really tell much about a person just because you have known about them for a few days. Maybe I did come off a bit too overbearing…” you wondered out loud, staring at the quiet fish in the koi pond.

“It wasn’t your fault. If anything, he could have worded it much better. For a man of tradition, he sure doesn’t go by the old rule that a girl’s heart is one made of glass. Even the smallest of things can easily upset us. It doesn’t mean we’re weak, it just means how that thing is significant to us.” Mai said, laying a hand on your knee.

“My my, Mai. Are you reading more shoujo mangas by any chance?” you snickered while she argued.

“I was just saying it so console you!”

Hearing a ping on both your phones, you were surprised to see a message from Todou.

“Party. At my place. Reach there by eight.”

“There’s your chance to meet someone new.” Mai said with a small smile.

“Aren’t you going to message her?” Gojo asked. Silence was the only thing Nanami answered with. “She was a nice girl and probably the first one you had ever spoken to in front of me. All you ever did do after you got home was eat, drink, sleep and read. Why did you have to ruin something when it was going good for you? Are you some kind of a masochist, Nanamin?” Gojo said. Propping his legs on the coffee table with a book in hand was the only answer Gojo received in return.

“Suit yourself. Remember, there might be a chance she won’t come back.” Gojo said, standing straight from leaning over the counter to get the bag of food to feed the chicks.

Nanami was going through an inner turmoil as his life had been very mundane. It was always the same everyday. He would go to the tattoo shop, work, interact with clients only to come back home, shower, eat and sleep. The thought of changing for another person was terrifying to him, yet he couldn't stop thinking about you. You seemed so happy about the tattoo he made for you, as well as appreciated his line of work when a lot of women would rather choose men who made a 'realistic living' than that of an artist. Turning to the window, he let his thoughts take control over.

Settling down was something he had always wanted but it was never something he worked towards. Deciding for the better, he chose to let his actions unravel the next time he met you rather than being restrained by his morals and principles.

'Maybe it is time I had something good for myself.' was all he thought as he headed out of the house.

“It’s so loud in here.” you said, holding one of the cups that contained alcohol. “It is supposed to be. How do you think rave parties are?” Mai said, face contorted in disgust at the taste of the concoction of alcohol into the fruit punch. Watching a sea of bodies move against each other not caring if the music was according to the beat, you felt yourself crave intimacy after watching a tall man grab a short woman by her hips, moving against her body in rhythm. It made you imagine if that’s the way Nanami would dance had he been here.

‘No point in thinking about it now.’

Watching you eye the couple, Mai nudged you. “Why don’t you go find a dance partner?” she asked. Feeling a sense of loneliness wash over you, you felt yourself giving into Mai’s tempting question. Your heart was in agreement with what she said, but your head shook in disapproval. ‘It’s too soon to move on.’

‘I want to remember his voice.’

From the corner of your eye, you watched as a figure with dark hair stared at you. His body moving according to rhythm, shooting a shy smile at you from the corner of the room.

‘Fuck it.’

Placing your glass over the table, you moved among the sweaty bodies of the crowd to join him. “Hey” he said in a gravely deep voice. Under the fluorescent lights, you could make out the deep gash that ran on the side of his face.

“And you are…?” you asked, tapping your feet to the rhythm of the music.

“Muta Kokichi. I’m…”, “Mechamaru.He’s in our year. Fucker just got out of the hospital a week ago. Got into a crazy bike accident.” Todou interrupted, one hand placed on his waist while the other pointed in the air.

“Mechamaru?” you asked, amused by the discovery of his nickname.

“Yeah… that’s what they call me on the road since I’m a mechanic.” he said with a shrug. “Wanna dance?” he asked, one hand stretched out towards you. Accepting his hand, you made small moves causing you to giggle. Dancing after a while felt good. The last time you had a chance to, you had spent the time with Nanami and his friends instead. Throwing up your hands in the air gave you a sense of freedom, moving your body according to the beat, feeling the ambience and music with your eyes closed, trying to forget the memories you had built over the past many weeks with Nanami. A slow friendship was ruined and you were left with nothing but unrequited feelings. It wasn’t wrong to forget him, was it?

Feeling a hot breath near your ear, you gave into the figure ahead of you.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Opening your eyes you stared into a pair of brown eyes, but they weren’t the ones you wanted to look into.

‘I can’t be satisfied until it is him… huh.’

“Sorry, Mechamaru. It was nice for the time we had, I should get going now.” you said, turning to leave. Making your way through the crowd, you reached the end of it where Mai was, bored with a cup along with a man she didn’t seem to be interested in who was talking her ear off.

“What happened to you?” she asked as you stumbled your way across the crowd.

“I can’t do this, Mai. I need time and… I don’t want to rush into it.” you said, exasperatedly.

Grabbing you by the hand she guided you till you were out of Todou’s apartment, pressing the button for the elevator.

Reaching at the bottom, the two of you slowly made your way out of the building, walking in the empty streets of Tokyo. Todou’s apartment wasn’t very far but it was quite the distance in terms of walking. A flash of light was seen ahead of you, with the revving of engines. Turning your head to the side, you were surprised to see Nanami’s bike along with another that seemed to be Gojo's.

“Yo, (Y/N) chan! Don’t you look hammered?” Gojo said with the wave of his hand as he took of his helmet.

“I’m not hammered. Just a little tipsy.” You protested.

“Hmm sure. Where are you guys going?” Gojo aside, resting his hands on the front of the bike.

“We’re headed home. Now if you excuse us, we’ll be on our way.” Mai said coldly, turning around with your hand in her grip to leave.

“We could give you a lift.” Gojo offered with the wave of his hand. “Right, Nanami?”

“How very chivalrous of you. Maybe if you exhibited that kind of behavior, I would’ve considered it. But since the odds are not in our favor, we might as well just leave for home on foot.” Mai said.

Kicking the bike on the stand while grabbing a spare helmet, Nanami was quick to move towards you, covering you with his jacket. Fastening the buckle under your chin, he said softly, “I’ll drive you home.” Satoru did the same with Mai, leaving in the opposite direction of where you lived, leaving the two of you alone.

The drive towards your house was a silent one.

“Nanami san… can I ask you something?” you asked in your tipsy state, earning nothing but a silent response.

“Why were you so mean to me the other day? Did I make you angry?” you asked, curling your arms around his waist as the wind blew in your face.

No response was heard from the blonde man for the second time either. Nuzzling into his tattooed shoulder, you whimpered.

“I don’t know what I did wrong, but I’m sorry… I’m really sorry, Nanami…” you said, hot tears escaping from the corner of your eyes, rubbing away the traitorous salt water with your hand while sniffling.

Pulling to a stop before the entrance of your building, you let your arms slip from Nanami’s waist. Getting off the bike, you tried taking your helmet off, fumbling with the buckles that were placed under your chin.

Taking off his own, Nanami moved towards you, putting his bike on stand. With nimble fingers he unhooked your helmet.

“Thank you for the lift Nanami san. Good night.” you said with a formal bow. Sighing through your nose, you were about to turn and leave when you felt a pull of your shoulder towards the front until you crashed into a sturdy figure. Hands secured behind your back, Nanami pulled you further into him until you felt his muscles brush against the skin of your torso.

“This feels nice.” was all he muttered into your shoulder.

“Nanami san, there are people looking…” you said, becoming aware that the entrance to your building was made of glass, the residents peering through the transparent surface to see who you were with.

“They’ll forget about it tomorrow.” he said, fingers digging into your skin.

Stiff at the position, you returned the hug, curling your arms around the blonde man’s shoulders. Rubbing at the cloth on his back, you felt his muscles relax, becoming heavy against your body.

“As much as I’d like to stay, I can’t breathe and I think my eyes are about to shut.” you said with a sleepy smile.

Letting go of you, Nanami let his arms fall from your figure. Taking a few steps back, you realized you still had his jacket on you. Taking it off, he stopped your hand.

“You can give it to me tomorrow.”

It was an excuse he could use to see you. Maybe during the time when you weren’t so tipsy, he could confront the dreaded talk. Till then he would hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

“Okay… what time?” you said, stretching your arms out with a yawn.

“Eleven in the morning. Do not be late. The apartment is the one on the topmost floor. And if-” he rambled.

“If I am a minute late, you won’t open the door for me. Got it.” you said with a nod.

Patting a gentle hand over your head, he said with a soft smile.

“Make sure to be there, on time.” Nanami said, patting your head gently before turning to get on his bike once more.

“I will.” you said, heading towards the elevator of your building hearing the engine of Nanami’s bike fade into the distance.

That night when you crashed into your bed, you felt satisfied. ‘That was one step… maybe tomorrow would be the end of a mess.’

“So… how did it go?” Gojo asked from the couch as Nanami threw the keys into the glass bowl.

“None of your business.” he retorted.

‘So I take it all well.’

Folding the brown leather jacket in half on your arm with a bag of food from the bakery in the other, you stood before the doors of the apartment Nanami had told you about the previous night. Looking at the time on your phone, you watched the time tick as you had reached ten minutes early. Deciding to stand in front of the door until the clock had struck eleven, the door opened, surprising you. Nanami stood before you in nothing but a pair of shorts, and loose shirt, showing off the body art that was permanent on his skin.

“You are rather early today, Miss (L/n).” Nanami said, looking at you up and down.

“You said a minute late and you wouldn’t open the door…” you mumbled. Opening the door wider, Nanami gestured for you to enter. Taking your shoes off at the entrance, you stepped into the spacious apartment, surprised to see the design was rather chaotic yet minimalistic.

“Tea or coffee?” Nanami asked, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“Coffee, please.” you said, walking into the living room. Staring at the paintings on the wall, you walked to the far corner of the room where you had found a framed picture. Staring at it harder, you heard the sound of porcelain clinking against the glass that it had been set on, finding Nanami to take a seat in the cushioned chair that was positioned to the side of it, while he placed the other one in the side of it.

Coming to sit near him, you asked him about the picture.

“The one on the left is me.”

“No way. You looked so different back there!” you said, nearly choking on your coffee at the thought of Nanami looking someone so different in his younger days.

“People change, Miss (L/N).” he said, dipping his bag of tea back and forth into his cup till the green of it spread into the water.

“On that note… please call me (Y/N). The use of my last name seems too formal… unless you want to keep the relations that way.” you said in a soft tone, hoping he would call you by your given name rather than your family name.

“(Y/N)...” he muttered. Watching him part his lips with the seductive gleam of the lip ring in the middle of his lower lip had heat rush to the tip of your ears and cheeks.

“I know. And It's a very pretty name.” he complimented, taking another sip from his tea. Taking a few sips from your own cup, you looked away from the blonde to stare at the city of Tokyo that never seemed to rest even if it was eleven in the morning.

“Kento.” he said suddenly, turning towards you. Raising your eyebrows in response he cleared his throat to clarify, “You can address me that…”

“Kento… Nanami Kento.” you said once more. “It has a nice ring to it.” you said with a small smile.

“It sounds better when you say it.” he said with a smirk. Feigning a surprised look, you brought a hand to your chest, staring at him wide eyed. “Did THE Nanami Kento just flirt with me?” you mocked. “And what if I did?” he simply said.

“That means you’re interested in me.” you said, placing your mug on the coffee table. Taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, Nanami forced you to look at him.

“And what if I am?” he asked, tilting his head, eyes never wavering from yours. “Then I would give in.” you said, causing him to lean forward, his lips placed on yours softly. Eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his lips meeting yours, a few moments passed when his lust took a carnal turn, the metal of his lip piercing brushing against your lower lip, tongue eager to explore your mouth.

Hands traveling south, he held your thighs, pulling you into him till you were on his lap. Finding balance, he placed both his hands on your hips, massaging the skin that laid beneath the fabric.

“The drinks will get cold, Kento.” you said, feeling him kiss the surface of your neck, each one more heated and needy than the last. You yelped as he gripped your thighs strongly, walking over the part of the house you didn’t know about.

“We’ve danced around each other for long enough to know what we both want, right?” he whispered into your ear, walking into a room that seemed to belong to him. Setting you on the bed, he climbed on top of you, parting your legs with his knee in between. With his figure hunched over you, he tumbed the shape of your cheek, eyes staring with nothing but admiration before diving in for more kisses. You could feel yourself smile into the kiss, not believing if it was real or not.

“Can I touch you here?” He asked huskily, licking his lower lip, eyes focused on your chest before meeting your gaze. Taking his hand, you placed it over your chest. “Yes, you can.” you said, your hand reaching up to brush some of the blonde disheveled hair from his face. Giving you another searing kiss, his hands groped your breast tender and loving until he got more rougher with his squeezes. “Does he hurt?” he rasped. “It does, but I don’t find it to be bad.” you voice back, moaning into his touch.

“Feels good?” he asked, peeling off the hem of your shirt; exposing your belly and bra covered tits to him. Securing your legs around him, you pull him into you, rubbing your greedy cunt against his clothed hardness.

“Feels really good.” you said with a vixen-like smile. “You’re tempting me.” his voice dropped to a whisper, coming close to your ear.

“Tempting you for what?” you asked, rubbing a hand over his chest.

“To ruin you.” he whispered, biting your lower lobe. Moving away from you, he moved to your clothed chest, pulling your bra down to reveal your tits. Staring at them intently, you felt shy under his gaze until he took one of your sensitive nipples into his mouth, the piercing giving you a delightfully rough edge, the other hand pressing and tugging the other hardened nipple. Your back arched into his mouth, startling him. Moaning, you run your hands through his hair, holding the blonde strands between your fingers.

Groaning, Nanami sucked while watching your face contort into that of pleasure. He felt the pressure of his pants against his hardening cock, slipping a hand down to push the hem of his shorts, he let his manhood free, jerking it into the bed sheets beneath the both of you. Pulling away with a string of saliva from your nipple, he switched to the other side to do the same, his free hand twisting and pulling at your other wet and abused nipple.

You felt a pang of pleasure, ecstasy and pain as Nanami carried on with his ministrations. Getting up, he pulled the shirt and the bra off you, throwing them to the side of the bed, before going lower.

“It's not fair that I’m the only one who is naked.” you complained, turning to the side of your body. Getting up in a position of straddling you, Nanami took off his shirt, throwing it to the side immediately. Raising a hand, you ran your fingers through the delicate pattern that ran across his skin, colors of both dark and white mixing to form a beautiful piece of art.

“You’re beautiful.” you said mindlessly. Nanami felt heat rush to his cheeks, his heart beating wildly at the compliment. Moving his hand towards the skin under your collarbone, he rubbed at the tattoo of the swallow gently, leaning down to place a kiss on it.

“I think it's the other way around.” he said, brown eyes gazing into yours. Looking down, you saw his cock, weeping with precum and begging for attention. Flipping over, you pinned him beneath you.

“Maybe it’s time I spoiled you.” you said, kissing your way down his naked chest till you reached the dips of his hips. Placing your hand on either side of his hips, you dragged the constraining material of his shorts and boxers, making him completely nude in front of you. Nanami watched you with a predatory gaze, licking the piercing on the bottom of his lip, anticipating what your next move would be. Giving the head of his dick a few sensitive licks you swallowed the head, running the tip of your tongue across the sensitive slit as Kento placed both his hands on your face, fingers crawling to entangle within the tresses of your hair. Watching him, you began to bob your head along the shaft of his cock, pulling out moan after sinful moan from Nanami’s lips. Pulling away from his cock, you used your hand to create a filthy sound of wet schlicks, causing Kento to desperately thrust his hips into your touch. “Does that feel good, baby?” you asked, bringing the movement of your hand to a slow pace.

“Haaah, feels…” he moaned, throwing his head back against the sheets, fingers digging into the skin of your scalp gently.

“Feels what.” you commanded, stopping your fist all at once.

“Feels good.” Nanami rasped, blinking at the ceiling. Turning to position himself on his elbows, he watched you smile as his cock twitched from being unable to cum, but he wasn’t complaining. Sitting forward, he pulled you on top of him and did the same as you did to him, flipping you over.

“It’s your turn now.” he said, going down your body until he reached your pants. Bringing his fingers under the fabric, he pulled them off quickly along with your soaking panties, staring at the mess you had created between your thighs. Placing a thumb over your clit, he elicited a high pitched moan out of you. With his knees digging into the mattress, Nanami pulled your lower half onto his face, placing either of your thighs on his shoulders. Giving kisses along with a nibble on the inner skin of your thighs, he got to work, running a tongue over the lips of your pussy while he reached a hand down to play with your tits. Keeping your hands above your head, you tried to keep your sanity as Nanami began to twist and turn his tongue into your core. The lip piercing wasn’t helping either, edging you close to an orgasm.

Giving a few licks to your clit, he closed his lips around giving it a deep suck until you screamed. Shiting his head left and right, he watched as you writhed in pleasure, while he rubbed circles into your thighs with one of his hands, the other still toying with your nipple.

You felt you were about to snap when he pulled away.

“Why did you stop?” you asked, panting for breath.

“Cumming on my tongue is something we can save for another time. But now, I want you to come on my cock.” he said, giving a few pumps to his wet and hard dick. Reaching over to the side of his desk, you watched him pull out a foil, ripping it with his teeth and rolling the rubber onto his member.

Spreading your thighs wide, he slapped his cock a few times before turning to face you.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, gaze steady and wary.

“Yeah…Do you?” you asked. Giving you a heartfelt smile, Nanami gave you a light peck, answering with a “Yes.” before sliding into your heat, the both of you moaning. Kento hissed as he pushed more of his shaft into your fluttering hole while you felt your core throb from the stretch. It was painful but it was a pleasure.

“You okay?” Nanami asked, brushing the hair off your forehead, eyes shifting wildly for any sign of you feeling uncomfortable. Taking his hand into yours, you gave it a few light rubs. “I’m fine Kento.” you said, taking his hand to your lips, placing a light kiss. Letting a few moments pass for you to adjust to his size, Nanami began to move his hips, causing the bed to rattle and your back to move back and forth against the sheets as he placed his elbows on either side of your head. “Been thinking about this since the time I did the fucking tattoo on you.” he said, gritting his teeth, hips snapping into yours. Taking a hand to your hip, he squeezed the flesh while the other held your hand against the mattress.

“Been thinking about these fucking curves since the time you hugged me.” he confessed, now getting up to hold your hips and snap his hips even faster into yours. With a series of moans and groans, you watched as Nanami licked the tips of his fingers, rubbing circles into your clit, eager to give you the taste of pleasure.

You felt close to the edge, the sense of pleasure ready to snap. “Cum for me.” is all he commanded, causing you to close your eyes tightly, causing you to let go. You felt your body quiver as Nanami fucked you through the orgasm, each thrust reaching deeper, craving more of your warmth. You felt tears form on the corner of your eyes from the sheer overstimulation. Gritting his teeth, Nanami thrusted a few more times, cumming into the confines of the rubber. He dropped his body over as you caught your breath. Bathing in the afterglow, he laid down next to you, pulling you by your waist into him while the other arm was under your head.

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he brushed his nose against yours, causing you to giggle.

“I’m sorry.” he muttered, eyes dulling at the thought of the hurtful words he said the other day. Looking up at him. You shook your head, placing a searing kiss at the edge of his mouth.

“We can talk about that later. Drinks have gone cold and the bed is warm. I don’t want to get up.” you whined, nuzzling into the soft skin of his chest.

Choosing not to say anything, Nanami closed his eyes, happy at the fact that he had something good for once. Except for money and the thanking of customers whom he rarely saw ever again, Nanami was willing to cherish you, a more valuable memory born from under his needle.

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