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Nanami sulked in his chair like he was in a state of decomposition. Sleeplessness was apart of the job anyways. At least nine hours a day working, making money, going home, sleeping, and repeat. He started to think back to his youthful years of when he became a Jujutsu Sorcerer with his best friend Haibara.

Nanami grunted, withdrawing away from the thought. He threw his head back on the edge of his seat and stared plainly at the ceiling. He needed something to relieve his stress

badly

. Something that can distract him, something that can bring him a tiny bit of satisfaction. . .

Suddenly, Nanami's gaze averts to

you

as you passed by. You were on your way back from grabbing lunch downtown, walking gracefully down the aisle with a water bottle. His eyes follow your figure until you turn towards his direction, startling him. He quickly glances back down at his work, avoiding contact.

Nanami watches you subtly from the corner of his eye where you left the water bottle for the coworker a few monitors away from him. You were having a nice conversation with them and picked up a stack of files. You were still making your way down the aisle of monitors Nanami was in. He relaxed for a bit and sighed.

Why am I staring at her? That's just weird,

he thinks to himself.

Nanami clenched his jaw as he feels your presence nearby. When he looked at you a few moments ago, he

really

looked at you. Something radiated from within your appearance to him. Something so irresistible. Something he

desired

. Overthinking it drove him crazy, which frustrated him even more.

"Hey, Nanami?"

His ears rang at the sweet, bubbly tone of your voice, distracting him from his thoughts. He spun around in his chair to face you, leaning all the way back with his elbows on the armrests. Nanami's face was still the same after working with him this whole

time ' very nonchalant and platonic. You didn't have a problem with that, however.

"These are for you," you continued, showing a tiny smile as you passed the first two stacks of files for him.

Nanami looked down upon them, flipping through the pages and sighed. "Thanks, I guess."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," you chuckled. "Are you okay, though? You look like you haven't. . . slept."

Nanami watches the other salaryman that you encountered before head out with his stuff. It was just the two of you alone. He looked down at his lap and pursed his lips. "Yeah. That's exactly it," he replied.

You stare into Nanami's face, almost caught off guard by how stunning this man really is. At work, you've only seen him passing by for other errands across the building or sitting at his usual desk all day. Sometimes you'd wonder about him, sometimes you'd never think about him like he was invisible. But really, he was just a regular employee like you that only thought about making money.

"What?" he suddenly asks, shooting a glance at you. The baritone of his deep, luxurious voice reverberated through your bones, turning you on.

He made you curious. Curious enough to approach closer to him, looking down at him in the somewhat sexy position he's sitting in right now. Nanami's neck arched, his gaze trailing up your figure as if he was studying you, too, finally getting the chance to see your full face.

"Nanami. . . You're stressed, aren't you?"

Nanami's lips were parted, completely robbed of speech by your radiant beauty. You soothed him. You mesmerized him. He hasn't felt this captivated in forever, especially with an elegant, formal woman like you. However, he forced himself to dismiss these feelings. Nanami's eyes attach at the floor again as he processed your words.

"Something like that."

You tilt your head at him. Nanami sensed your curiousity inside. He felt overwhelmed by the confounding amount of attention he's receiving from you. Though he secretly liked it, he still forced himself to set those feelings aside.

All of a sudden, you slowly get on your knees in front of him, stripping off your coat. You pull back your [H/T] hair away from your face. Nanami's heart raced when he

immediately

knew what you were thinking. He sat there, robbed of speech, aroused by the way you progressed things.

"Is it okay if I. . . help you relieve the stress like

this

?"

Your hands were on his thighs as you gazed up to him with a smirk. Your voice became honeyed with sweet, pure seduction ' enough to turn Nanami on that he had no idea how to reply. He suddenly grew hard, the bulge forming right through his slacks that satisfied you.

"Under the desk," he ordered.

You oblige, on your knees under his desk where he trapped you. Nanami takes your chin and cranes your neck up to see your face again. You were feeling excited ' the risk of getting caught was what made you throb inside, especially with Nanami's dark business tuxedo that appealed to his dominance. It amused you.

"What are you waiting for, hm? Take my cock out."

Your hands run through his thighs and up to his belt, undoing it along with his zipper. You pulled down everything that was in your way, revealing his cock that sprung free. Nanami felt your soft warm breaths flow over his shaft as you exhaled. You wrap your lips around Nanami's cock, taking your tongue and swirling around the tip, using his precum for lubricant.

His cock hit the back of your throat as you slobbered all over it. With your right hand stroking it, your left hand made its way to your panties where you rubbed your own folds, overstimulating yourself.

Moans emitting from you were vibrating through Nanami's body that it made him groan. "God, you're that desperate, huh?"

He takes your head and held it right where it felt good to him the most. You almost gagged, but somehow enjoyed it. Nanami then pulls your head away a few moments later where you coughed a little. As you collect your breath, he lets you take his cock on your own. He grunted from the head of his dick being rubbed on your tonsils.

Finally, pleasure. . .

Nanami held onto your hair as you toyed with your heated pussy and sucked him off at the same time. You found yourself fondling with your own breasts under your sweater. As Nanami watched you, he thought about how an elegant woman like you in the workplace could be such a messy little slut.

"Fuck," he grunted. The salaryman looks around one more time to see if anybody was in the room or approaching the room. So far, nobody came or passed by. He took the chance to stand up from his seat and rocked against you, fucking your mouth this time.

You hold onto his hips as a leverage, pulling him deeper into your throat. Nanami takes his cock out and slapped it repeatedly against your face, the juices rubbing all over your skin. He grabs onto the hair from your scalp and forces you to look up at him again.

"Look at you. Such a filthy little whore."

With your tongue sticking out, Nanami harshly spit on your face, his saliva landing on the corner of your lips. Before you could even process it, he shoved his cock back in your throat again, thrusting roughly into your mouth. He fucked your face, sending you into pure bliss.

As Nanami was near his orgasm, he pulled his cock again from your mouth. He didn't want to fill you just yet. With the both of you enjoying this, he decided to take control of the situation. If you were going to help "relieve" his stress, he might as well play along and bite back. There was still a bit of frustration boiling in Nanami from earlier when you distracted him, leading him to impure thoughts. He's gotta get rid of it somehow.

"Meet me in your office," he says bluntly, zipping back up his slacks and doing his belt. He left you there under the desk, watching as he heads down the hall where you worked at.

You take your time to catch your breath. You pull out the hand mirror from your pocket to check up on your face. Under the sunlight, your face revitalized to a glossy look from Nanami's cum. You were an absolute mess, especially with your subtle eyeliner.

However, you didn't really care. You finally fulfilled your fantasy of giving oral under the desk at work. And Nanami was fine, too ' a handsome, stern man with straw blonde hair in his crisp business suit. Most men you knew in the workplace were like automatons of the modern workplace, measured and valued only for their productivity. But Nanami wasn't like them. He was a total enigma.

A man that belonged, a man almost like the others. . . but not quite. Just like you.

Fuck, it was so big,

you thought to yourself, covering your mouth from wheezing in excitement.

You pick up your coat on the floor and dust it off. You didn't want to keep Nanami waiting. And you definitely didn't want to draw attention to the both of you. You stand up and smoothed out your skirt, heading down the hall with the anticipation crawling on your skin.

You head inside your office, closing the door behind. Nanami was leaning against your desk, his hands placed onto the edges, staring deeply at you. "That took awhile," he says.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." You face down at the ground as you feel your cheeks burn from subtle embarrassment.

Nanami pushes himself off the desk and makes his way to you. Your body freezes as he placed his hand on your neck, this time more gentle. His body was so close where you could smell his aroma; charcoal flames and cinnamon. It captivated you as if it was a drug.

"Do you feel empty?" he asks.

"Huh. . .?"

Nanami makes his way around you. Your lips were parted open, peculiar of his actions that drove you crazy. And his sultry, comforting voice that mesmerized you, like a song that you couldn't stop playing. . .

His hands were on your waist from behind, feeling the stunning silhouette of your figure. "I asked you. . . if you feel empty," he muttered in your ears, causing you to shiver.

"You and me. We're kind of the same," the blonde salaryman continued. "You constantly search for something to pleasure you because working here drains you physically and mentally. I've always thought about that for awhile."

"Well, yeah. . ."

Nanami inched closer to your neck, breathing softly. "Maybe I should reward you."

Your lips begin to quiver from how sensational his warm voice felt against your neck. Your neck was craned back, where Nanami held onto. His hands were big and veiny it overwhelmed you. "You were so desperate for things to escalate from there, am I right?" he smirked.

Suddenly, Nanami's right hand moved from your waist to your thighs, almost exciting you. He gripped harder on your neck, sensing that you were easily distracted from his tease. "You were taking my cock so well. Then you decided to touch yourself. You desperate little slut. . . fingering your cunt like that."

Nanami's words were like ecstasy to you it made you chuckle. He realized that degrading you was just pure enjoyment added on for you, like the cherry on top. Your back was arched against his chest, slowly grinding on his crotch. With your tiny skirt pulled up, he teased your folds.

You give a sigh. 'Please, just. . ."

Nanami placed a small kiss on your neck, where you tilted it for more access. Then he suddenly grabs your neck, almost startling you, and pulls you for an urgent kiss. Nanami drove his tongue inside your mouth, setting off a shattering moan.

You were a complete mess. Your skirt was pulled up, your coat on the floor, and your white dress shirt unbuttoned to where your breasts stuck out. Nanami slowly pulled away and cupped your face. "This will be my reward for you," he mutters.

" ' '. . .Let me ruin you."

And from there, things escalated. As your tongue clashed with his, emitting small moans and Nanami stripping his blazer off, you found yourself standing against your desk. He forces you to turn around again, his thumb rubbing on your sweet spot.

"You're fucking soaked, huh?" he chuckles. "So needy. Allow me."

You give a nod. Nanami moves aside your laced panties, too lazy to take it off or slide it down, and proceeds to slip two fingers in. Your walls clenched around it, throwing your head back on his shoulder. He hovers his free hand over your mouth, muffling your moans as he moved.

The speed of his fingers inside you building was staggering. Completely mind-blowing. Your body felt like it was on fire it sent your knees weak. If he stopped, you'd cry. Cry, and beg. Beg for more of him. Beg for him to shatter you. Ruin you, just like he said.

"Such a desperate whore," he pouted. "You want my cock in you already?"

"Y ' yes!" you screamed. "Please. . ! '

Nanami smiled. He forced you over your desk, your back arched and ass sticking out for him. To him you looked perfect ' a tiny skirt on you, white knee socks, and just radiant beauty. Your eyeliner was ruined from earlier and your eyes watering from the overstimulation Nanami gave.

He pulled his cock out again, slowly sliding it in. Your eyes roll back from how incredible he felt inside you that it made you grin widely. Thick, long, stretching you to your limit. Your knees fell weak again. Nanami holds onto your waist as he thrusted ruthlessly inside you, making you scream and shriek. Your breasts were pressed against the smooth surface as well.

Tiny grunts escaped out of Nanami as he felt your walls engulfing his throbbing cock. "You feel so good, all for me, huh?" he panted out. "Look at how pathetic you are. So beautiful."

Your pussy pulsates, making Nanami's cock twitch. The both of you were so close. As you were nearing your orgasms, he immediately slipped out and finished you off with his fingers again. You began to convulse as you scream into your orgasm. Nanami allowed you to turn around and look up to him, panting heavily. You collapsed on the desk as you felt your pussy drip with cum. Your legs began to tremble.

Nanami hovers above you. He studied you again, this time his gaze much softer than last time. He lets out his load on your stomach, grunting heavily against your ears. You couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair. After finishing, he pressed his lips onto yours for another heated kiss.

"You feel satisfied now?" he whispers.

You sighed, this time cupping his face. "I should be asking

you

that. Do

you

feel satisfied, Nanami?"

The two of you locked eyes. Nanami's pupils were slowly dilating, causing your heart to skip a beat. The more he stared into you, the more he slowly fell for you. . .

Nanami kisses your forehead and smirked. "I

am

," he replies. "All because of you."