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“Here’s your coffee, sir! Thank you very much for your business!”

Yuuji beams at the bored businessman as he swipes the drink from her hand, not bothering to look up from his phone. Her smile drops as soon as he turns his back to her, eyes rolling as she goes to dump out the used espresso grinds. The bell chimes as he leaves and again as a familiar figure walks in. She flushes to the roots of her hair as a tall man in an endearingly tacky tie and strange glasses nears the counter.

“Good afternoon, Nanami-san! The usual again?” She puts her trembling hands to use behind the counter as she reaches for a cardboard cup, turning around to pour regular dark roast into it. Ignores how hard her heart is racing as she taps his order on the screen; ignores how she can smell his cologne from here, masculine and rich.

“Thank you, Yuuji-kun,” he says, smiling kindly at her. There’s tired lines around his eyes and his usually crisp suit looks rumpled. Her lips quirk down. He really pushes himself too hard she thinks, immediately feeling foolish. She doesn’t even know him, he’s just a regular at the café. His card beeps in the machine and he tucks it into his wallet, murmuring a polite farewell.

“Nanami-san…don’t work too hard, okay?”

He glances back and she bites her lip at the smile she sees on his, wringing her fingers together behind her back. He nods once before leaving. She sighs, leaning forward to hide her face in her hands. Nanami Kento, businessman - she didn’t know what kind, something with money maybe? - and new regular to the café she worked part-time at to help her gramps. If she had enough time, he’d be the secret love of her life. As it was, she was nearing the end of her final year of high school and already cramming for the university entrance exams. There was no time for her to pursue a handsome older man. He’d laugh in my face if I asked him out she thinks morosely. She’d be eighteen in a couple months but it was still too young to ask him out for a drink.

“Honestly…that was embarrassing to watch.”

She screeches, hand to her chest as she whirls around. Nobara’s smirking at her, hip pressed to the counter. “Boss! Don’t scare me like that, you’re going to give me gray hairs!”

“You’re still way too young for that,” she says, sniffing. It’s not like Nobara’s some old lady, she’s only a year older. “It makes it kind of corny, you know?”

“What does?” Yuuji asks, confused.

“You have a type, it’s sooo obvious,” she pouts, wrinkling her delicate nose. Nobara waves her hand at her dismissively. “The whole innocent school girl secretly thirsting after the hot older daddy thing.”

Yuuji chokes on her spit. Spinning on her heel, ears hot with embarrassment, she fusses with the dishes in the sink. She did not have a daddy kink. Just because she’s a young girl without a father doesn’t mean she had some sort of perverted fetish. Even if Nanami’s voice is always so deep and comforting; her toes curling in her sneakers when he praises her for making the occasional macchiato just the way he likes it…

“I think you need to get laid already,” Nobara says bluntly behind her. Soapy water splashes down her front. She turns, eye twitching.

“I didn’t ask, but thank you for sharing your feelings anyway.”

“I mean it, Yuuji. I have Maki. You deserve someone to make you happy, too.”

Yuuji crosses her arms. “I was with Megumi for a while! It’s not my fault his dad showed up out of nowhere and moved him across the fucking country.”

“Okay, look. You know I love you, right?” Nobara grips her shoulders tightly, leaning in close enough that Yuuji's eyes start to cross. “So please, for the love of god, listen to me when I say you should not, ever, in any circumstances…” she trails off, inhaling a deep breath. Yuuji's eye twitches again, wishing she’d just get to the point. “...lose your virginity to a teenage boy.” She pauses, smirking as Yuuji's cheeks turn pinker than her hair. “Maybe a girl, but that’s just my personal exp-”

“Will you shut the hell up!” Yuuji whisper screams, shooting a panicked look at the empty shop. “Customers could walk in any minute!”

Nobara snorts, turning back towards the office. “Well if they ask to speak to the manager, tell them I’m not here.”

Yuuji sighs, dragging a hand down her face. The bell dings as two giggling teenagers walk in. She pastes on a bright smile as they show her a video of some annoyingly elaborate drink, thoughts a million miles away as she considers what the older girl said.

It takes two days for Yuuji to muster up the courage to download a dating app. There’s so many options and some are embarrassingly specific - and really fucking kinky.

Picking the least threatening one, she sets up her profile. Grateful for the beautiful candid shots Nobara and Maki took of her when they went on a day trip to the Sensoji Temple last month. There’s one in particular of her profile as she holds a wagasa over her shoulder - there’s a soft smile on her face as the sunset gilds her body in a golden glow. They had all worn traditional yukatas and it looks like she stepped right out of the Golden Age. It’s her favorite picture of herself and she’d frame it on her wall if it wouldn’t feel utterly narcissistic.

Deliberating when it asks for her age, she eventually chooses twenty. Lots of women in their twenties looked really young still, she reasons. It’s also young enough to tempt an older guy, but old enough to make them feel okay about it. She snorts to herself, swiping left- left- left- oh.

Saturo Gojō, 28

Yuuji could admit that he ticks all the boxes, nibbling at her thumb as she scrolls through his photos. Tall, white haired - older than her - and honestly kind of arrogant if his bio is anything to go by. There was a weird blindfold pic and she wondered if it was, like, a kink thing. He had an insanely dark pair of sunglasses on in the others - maybe he was blind? She didn’t see a cane, but that wasn’t really what she was focusing on. His hands were fucking huge, with long elegant fingers that could easily span her entire torso. She squeezes her eyes shut as she swipes right, holding her phone to her chest when she hears the little ding that indicates a match.

She throws herself back on the bed, squealing and kicking her feet. It was an immediate match, which means he’d already seen her profile and thought she was cute. Oh my god oh my god oh my god.

(Her phone vibrates the next day with a message from him and she almost gives herself second degree burns trying to steam milk for an impatient mother of three’s quad-shot mocha. It hurts like hell but she waved the lady out the door before yelling to Nobara that she needed a lunch break. Locks herself in the bathroom and giggles into her phone as she makes plans to meet up with the white haired stranger. Presses it to her lips and collapses on the toilet, nerves making her heart race. She needs something special to wear for this and she doesn’t have the time - or the money - to go shopping. Wrenching the door open, Yuuji hollers at her manager.)

Yuuji pulls at the material of her dress, frowning. Nobara is still fussing with her hair, pulling half of it up in an elegantly loose bun. The rest hangs down her back and delicate strands frame her face. She looks beautiful, sophisticated. The dress though…

“I can’t wear a bra with this, can I,” she asks flatly. Nobara shakes her head distractedly, focused on getting the ends of the pink hair to curl just right.

“The only kind of bra you’d wear with this are the kinds that will get ripped off,” Nobara says, pointing the curling wand at her reflection. “And you and I do not have the same chest size. More’s the pity.”

Rolling her eyes, she adjusts it across her chest. It’s not particularly revealing, just a peek of cleavage, but the deep green material clings to her body in a way that makes her feel somehow more exposed. It cinches in at her waist, emphasizing the curve of her hips. Thin straps leave her shoulders bare and she makes a mental note to grab a jacket. It was still so chilly at night but she was willing to make the sacrifice. She looks really good. An elegant young woman, the kind of cool girl you’d see at the bar and wonder about days later.

Pressing her chin to Yuuji's shoulder, the older girl smiles at their reflections. “You look so fucking hot, Yuuji.” Nobara’s grinning, an excited gleam in her eye.

(Yuuji meets up with Gojo at a local park. The dark glasses from the pictures conceal his eyes but fuck does he look good despite it. Dressed in casual - yet expensive looking - slacks and button down, his white hair brushing his forehead. He’s so tall she wants to climb up his body, perch herself on his shoulder and enjoy the view of the sunset reflecting off the city’s skyscrapers. There’s kind of a fuck boy aura about him - like he knows the effect he has - but other than the heated gaze he trailed over her body when he first sees her, he’s a complete gentleman. The warm palm on her lower back sends chills up her spine, and he’s chatting enthusiastically with her as they munch on street food. He’s expressive, waving his hands dramatically as he tells her about his wealthy upbringing. Wipes actual tears away when she does some of her best celebrity impressions. It’s casual and fun and absolutely perfect. She’s laughing loudly at his easy wit when he pulls her to a stop, inviting her up to his apartment for a cup of tea. Biting her lip as she stares up at him - she really doesn’t want tea. Doesn’t think Gojo wants tea either, if the tantalizing way he’s brushing his knuckles down her bare arm is any indication. Thinking of the condom stashed in her purse, she nods shyly. Texts Nobara the address in the elevator in case he’s like, a serial killer or something.)

The apartment is clearly expensive, but the masculine minimalist style is honestly kind of boring. The art is sparse, just generic black and white landscape prints. It wouldn’t kill him to put up some plants. Her eyes are wide as she takes in the breathtaking view from the expansive windows; the city lighting up as night falls. He urges her to take a seat on the couch while he prepares the tea. It’s an ugly white leather thing on metal legs, but comfortable, seemingly built to accommodate his height. Deep cushions hug her body as she settles in.

“A friend of mine is staying with me for a bit,” he calls out from the kitchen. “But he won’t be home tonight. Poor guy’s pulling an overnighter at work.”

“Another workaholic, huh?” She commiserates, thinking of blonde hair and tired eyes. She crosses her legs. Uncrosses them. Taking a deep breath through her nose to settle her nerves, she decides to take her jacket off at least. Setting the tray down on the glass coffee table and offering her a steaming porcelain cup, Gojo asks her about what she does for a living.

“Oh, I’m still in university,” she says, rattling off the name of one of the random schools she applied to recently. “I also work part-time at a coffee shop. It’s actually really close to here.”

He leans forward, intrigued. “Eh? Would that happen to be the little specialty place around the corner?”

“Uh, yes, actually. Have you been there?”

“No, I haven’t had the pleasure,” he says, amused. She doesn’t really get what’s so funny and hopes he isn’t teasing her. It’s perfectly respectable for a student to have a part-time job! She was learning valuable life skills, kind of. It’s hard to read him with those dark glasses obscuring his eyes.

“I don’t want to sound rude, Gojo-san…” she trails off, politely sipping at the delicately floral tea, “but are you visually impaired?”

“Heh, I get that a lot. No, I actually have exceptional vision,” he says, shaking his head. “My eyes are just very sensitive.”

Ducking his head, Gojo tucks the glasses into his shirt pocket before peering up through impossibly long lashes. Yuuji gasps, touching a finger to his cheek as she stares into the bluest, sparkliest eyes she’s ever seen. They look like opals - no, maybe diamonds - she’s learning into him without thinking about it, not noticing how close they are until he wraps a strong arm around her. There’s a lingering scent of a heady, spicy cologne that goes straight to her head. His fingers play with the hair at the nape of her neck, sending shivery tingles down her spine. She knows if she looks down, she’d see her nipples peaked against the silk. He does look down, taking their cups and setting them aside. She can almost feel the icy gaze burning a trail over her body.

“Have you had sex before, Yuuji-chan?” The words are blunt but the tone is soft, cajoling. Biting her lip, her gaze flicks to her hands, fingers curling into the hem of her dress. It really wasn’t something she’d normally wear and she didn’t think of how much it’d ride up when she sat down.

“Yes, I had a boyfriend back in highschool,” she lies, making sure to make eye contact. They never had sex, but she’s used toys and stuff before. It was close enough.

His brows raise. “High school. That’s young.”

She flushes, scowling. “I was seventeen. It’s not that young.”

“Seventeen, huh.” Those piercing eyes of his seem to see right through her. The idea of him telling her to call back when she’s older and kicking her out of his apartment is mortifying. Sliding her leg over, she lifts herself up to straddle his hips.

“Good thing I’m not seventeen anymore, right?” Yuuji smirks down at him, hair falling over her shoulder as she presses her chest to his. Gojo looks amused but she sees the way his pupils dilate, feels how hard he’s gripping her legs. Holding onto the back of the couch, she slides the other hand down his light blue dress shirt. Her nose scrunches as she pops the buttons open, exposing his pale, leanly muscled chest. It’s not like he needs to emphasize the color of his eyes. They’re commanding her attention, like the eager way he’s stroking up her thighs, silky fabric bunching around his large hands. I was right she thinks faintly. They almost span the length of her thighs and she’s holding her breath as he finds her bare hips.

“Naughty girl, not wearing any panties on the first date,” he says, giddy. She knows her face is red but she tries for a demure smile anyway. Feels it wobble at the edges as he palms her pussy. Gojo shudders then, sitting up straight. Rubs a long finger against her entrance, dipping in to collect more of the wetness gathered there. “What’s this, huh? You’re soaking my pants, Yuuji~”

“I was hoping, fuck,” she trails off, lost in the sensation of his finger circling around her clit. “I hoped you’d think I was c-cute and-” The words are juvenile and she wants to stuff them back in her mouth immediately. He smirks, and she can feel the slickness coating his fingers as he trails them back up her body, gathering the dress up and yanking it over her head.

Bare except for low, strappy heels, she places her palms on his chest to resist the urge to cover herself. Studies his face as he drinks in her body. Gojo's hands flex greedily into the soft swell of her waist, eyes dancing over the revealed skin. It’s like he can’t decide what part of her he wants to explore first and the feeling is heady. She dances her fingers down his chest, pushing apart his shirt to ogle his abs. He’s kind of shredded, eyes glazing as she brushes her fingers over his tented erection. It’s hot under the fabric of his pants and he hisses as she lowers down to roll her hips over it.

“I do think you’re cute,” he murmurs, lapping at her nipple. She bites her lip, afraid of sounding too eager or inexperienced. “Cute tits, cute little body.”

Yuuji's hands shake as she reaches blindly for his belt, fumbling with the soft leather as she tugs it open. Gojo grunts, hips lifting as she palms his erection through his boxers. It’s hard and so hot. Lifting his cock out with a confidence she doesn’t really feel, she strokes up gently. It’s…kind of pretty. He’s cut and long, curving up towards his stomach. She swipes her thumb over the flushed head, catching the drop of precum. He shudders, pulling her forward into a sloppy kiss. He tastes like tea when she delicately sucks his tongue into her mouth. The noise he makes is feral as he pulls her hand away and drags her forward.

“You still want to do this?” Gojo asks, pulling back to catch her gaze. She wonders if this is a normal thing guys ask and immediately decides it probably isn’t. He’s fisting his cock slowly with one hand, rubbing circles into her hip with the other. Adrenaline and pure heat course through her veins. She’s so fucking turned on even without any real foreplay, wonders if he assumes she’s experienced enough to be okay without it. The arousal dripping down her thighs is testament enough to that.

“Yes,” she whispers, peering at him through her lashes, “I want you to fuck me, Gojo-san.” She’s proud that she says it without stuttering, prouder still as he mutters to himself “oh thank fuck.”

Her nipples tighten almost painfully as he positions her over his length. Noticing, he drops wet kisses on them, curling a pink tongue around the little buds. She keens, arching her chest into his greedy mouth. Gojo releases it with a pop and notches his cock at her entrance. It feels like she’s been dipped in champagne, a giddy thrill shooting through her. We’re really doing this she thinks, dizzy and nervous with anticipation.

Gojo's fingers twine with hers, and she uses it for balance as she slowly sinks down on his cock. It’s a lot to take in, thighs trembling as her body gives way around the thick length of him. The fancy shirt is hopelessly wrinkled where it’s bunched around his elbows. The belt of his buckle digs into her ass and she whimpers as she bottoms out. He’s barely undressed and the way the fabric of his pants brushes against her feels positively lewd. He’s encouraging her, whispering filthy praise under his breath - "fuck that feels so good, just like that." Between that and the blood rushing in her head, she doesn’t hear the door open and gently click shut.

“Nanamin, welcome home! Look who I found!”

Her back is to the door and she freezes, breath stuttering in her lungs. Nanamin? Gojo’s breathless and possibly a little unhinged as he continues to shallowly thrust inside her. Hesitant, she cranes her head back to see Nanami fucking Kento standing in the entryway. He’s frozen in place, hand clutching his tie as if he was in the middle of loosening it as he was walking in. The friend staying here…is Nanami? Her thoughts are muddled, brain short circuiting as she squeaks, hiding her face in Gojo’s neck. His hands wrap around to grab her backside. She bites him.

“What do you say, huh?” Gojo’s tone is lilting, suggestive. “Care to join us?”

She smacks at his shoulder and he chuckles, long fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, trapping her to him. There’s a long, weighted silence in which she imagines several creative and savage ways to murder him. It’s too long of a silence, actually, and she peeks over her shoulder at the stoic man. Nanami's knuckles are white around the briefcase.

“No,” he finally says, taking off his glasses and meeting her eyes. There’s a husky rasp to his voice and she shivers violently. He clears his throat, gaze ticking away for a moment. As if to collect himself. “I think I’ll just watch, if that’s okay with Yuuji-kun.”

She feels her walls flutter at his words, at the implication that he wants to watch as she gets fucked by someone else. She nods faintly, as if in a dream. Gojo laughs, delighted. “Oh, she's more than okay with it - fuck - you should feel the way she’s clenching around me right now.” He’s been slowly working her open the whole time, holding her still as he lazily fucks up into her.

“Look how exhausted he looks, Yuuji~“ Gojo whispers in her ear. “Let’s do our best to give him a good show.” He lifts her off of him, turning her around until her knees are draped over his lap with his chin on her shoulder. The front of her body is completely exposed to Nanami’s darkening gaze. He lowers his briefcase to the floor, shucks off his jacket and hangs it up. His movements are graceful, unhurried. There’s no pity for her as Gojo holds her over the head of his cock. Yuuji whimpers when he rubs it teasingly over her clit.

Loosening his tie, Nanami strolls over, stopping when he’s right in front of her. “Is this your first time?” The question draws her attention away from the tent in his dress pants.

“Yes, Nanami-san,” she admits softly. Utterly unable to lie to him - knows instinctively somehow that he wouldn’t like it one bit. A thrill runs up her spine. Might even punish her for it.

Nanami goes unnaturally still as Gojo laughs behind her. “Who knew there was such a horny little virgin working at that café you like, Na~na~min~” he sings the words. Nanami's brow is furrowed as he strokes sweaty pink hair out of her face. She tips her head against his palm, whining when he drags his thumb down her lip. Her tongue darts out to taste and he hisses, recoiling as if burned. Embarrassed, she goes to lean back but Nanami stops her with a firm grip on her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

“I said I wanted to watch.”

Toes curling against the cool leather, she obeys the cool command in his tone. “Yes, sir.”

He straightens, keeping his hand on her jaw, keeping her eyes on him. Nods to the other man and Gojo doesn’t hesitate. Her sharp wail drowns out his groan as he slams her down on him, a hot hand slithering around her body to pluck at her nipples. It feels like she’s been set on fire; every nerve ending lit up after warming his cock and being mercilessly teased. Gojo tilts her forward, grasping her hips as leverage as he fucks her hard and slow.

She’s off balance where she’s kneeling above Gojo, catching herself by holding onto Nanami. Her nails dig into his hard thighs, wrinkling the fine fabric of his pants. He’s soothing her, running broad palms down her back as she pants and moans breathlessly against his abdomen. The belt buckle is cold on her cheek and she musters the strength to lift her head, eyes widening when she sees his erection so close to her face. She leans down without consciously deciding to do it; brushes her lips against fabric covering where he’s hot and throbbing-

Nanami yanks her back by her hair, neck craning uncomfortably to meet his piercing gaze.

“Fuck, Kento. I think she liked that. Can you see the way her pretty little pussy is sucking me in?” Gojo slaps her ass once, soothing the skin when she yelps.

Nanami lifts her hands to rest on his broad shoulders instead as he kneels in front of the couch. His lips are so close to hers now and her eyes cross as she watches his tongue dart out to wet them. Her fingers curl into his shirt; his skin feels so hot, flush riding high on his cheekbones. Sliding her hands down, she flicks open a few buttons, greedily seeking out warm skin.

Nanami groans low and she catches it on her lips, breaths mingling together, heating the space between them. They’re barely touching and it’s the most intimate thing that’s ever happened to her. Gojo apparently feels left out, both hands on her hips as he starts to fuck into her in earnest. She’s wailing, scrabbling at Nanami’s chest as the force of Gojo’s thrusts rocks her forward. Nanami fists her hair in his hand, holding her still. There’s an intense pressure building in her lower belly and she’s begging "please, please, please."

“Use your words, Yuuji-kun.” Nanami angles her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Please what.”

She whimpers, overwhelmed by his presence, by the thick drag of Gojo’s cock hitting her sensitive inner walls. “Please c-can I come, sir,” she whines, tears pooling in her lash line. “Please - ah, Gojo, fuck - I need to, please let me come.” Gojo’s hand at her clit has her babbling mindlessly, hips jerking into the touch. Her eyebrows pinch together at the wet, filthy noises their bodies are making. She’s so close.

“What do you think, Kento,” Gojo pants, leaning forward to lick the sweat running down her neck. “Has she been good?”

Nanami nods, leaving her hair to wrap his fist loosely around her throat. She leans into it, mewling - his fingers twitch. “Yes, she has,” he murmurs, tone low and dark in a way she’s only dreamed of him sounding. He runs his thumb over her lips again, this time boldly slipping into her open mouth. Moaning, she slides her tongue along it before sucking it between her lips. Nanami moans outright just as Gojo drags slick fingers over her clit, pinching hard-

Nanami’s face blurs as she comes, legs trembling violently as her body arches with pleasure. It feels like she’s falling off a fucking cliff, mouth open but she can barely hear through the blood roaring in her ears. Hands clutch at her hips and shoulders, keeping her pliant body upright as Gojo grunts, cock pulsing in time with the clenching of her walls. There’s a foreign warmth inside her and she distantly remembers they didn’t use the condom Nobara had slipped in her purse.

Tilting her head up, she locks gazes with Nanami. She can’t imagine what kind of mess she looks like right now - body wracked with tremors, tears falling down her flushed face. There’s a muscle feathering in his jaw and he helps lift her off Gojo’s softening cock and into his arms. Her head feels disconnected from her body and she nuzzles into his neck, wrapping her weak legs around his narrow hips. He bands an arm under her butt and if she wasn’t so spent, she might be embarrassed that he’s carrying her like a sleepy child.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Gojo calls as Nanami carries her down a narrow hallway. Her brows scrunch together. Kind of a douchey thing to say. Even if it had been genuinely mind blowing...though she suspects it was particularly intense simply because of Nanami’s presence.

Opening a door at the end of the hall, they enter a dimly lit room. Nanami's silent as he lowers her gently to the bed before abruptly stepping back out. She looks around at what is clearly a guest bedroom. Plain white bedspread, an empty dresser and vanity, walls even more barren than the rest of the apartment. She yawns, jaw cracking. Her body is still humming pleasantly and she feels the siren call of sleep beckoning her into the admittedly soft sheets. Yawning again as she snuggles into the pillows, she decides to just rest her eyes for a minute while she waits for him to come back.

Yuuji walks stiffly into work, still a little sore between her legs. There’s a subtle glow to her skin and the blush hasn’t left her cheeks since she woke up this morning. It’s a little strange. She’s paranoid people will take one good look at her and immediately see that she’s been well and truly fucked; like there’s flashing sign above her head saying not a virgin!

(The bed was empty when she woke up this early morning, and there had been no indication that either man had joined her. Gojo made her a cup of coffee, joking that it probably wasn’t as good as she was used to. His lip is split and she assumes he must have bit it too hard last night. Playing along, she invited him to visit her sometime for some real coffee. She was adamantly ignoring the little ache in her chest but she couldn’t help wondering where Nanami was. Why didn't he bother saying goodnight or goodbye?)

Stuffing her bag in a locker, she frowns. It’s late, the night shift, so maybe he’ll stop in after work. Maybe he’ll ask for her number, try to see her again, just the two of them. She imagines it, smiling dreamily.

“Yuuji~”

She turns, dropping the apron she was absentmindedly wrapping around her waist. Nobara is grinning evilly at her from the office.

“So the weirdest thing happened earlier,” she says, advancing on Yuuji in a way that makes her nervous. “That regular you like? Y’know, the blonde guy who needs a nap?”

“Nanami-san?” Her voice is pitched way too high and she coughs awkwardly.

Nobara snaps her fingers. “That’s it! Nanami-san,” she purrs. “Guess what your precious businessman asked me when he was in earlier?”

Yuuji's pulse leaps in her throat, hands going clammy. He came to see me, he asked after me. Oh my god oh my god oh my g- Nobara waves a hand in front of her face. “Earth to Yuuji, are you even listening to me?”

“I’m trying,” she croaks.

“Well…he came in to ask when your birthday was,” Nobara laughs, giving her a look that the pink haired girl cringes away from. “Like, down to the year. What the hell did you do? Why do you look so-” she waves a hand at Yuuji's everything, “-flustered if you just went on a date with the white haired douchebag?”

Yuuji smiles weakly and tells her everything.

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Yuuji's eighteenth birthday came and went with the bloom of the sakura trees.

The graduation ceremony was a solemn affair, but she celebrated wildly with her friends afterwards. Maki and Toge snuck them drinks at the karaoke lounge they went to, laughing at her and Nobara’s drunken renditions. They had stubbornly decided to only sing songs from the most embarrassing animes they could think of but devolved into sobbing over their favorite characters dying as the night went on.

The school she’d chosen didn’t start until the fall. It was a tactical choice, specifically so she could earn some more money after moving into Nobara and Maki’s spare bedroom. It was exciting, leaving to start her adult life, even if she was worried about leaving her gramps to fend for himself. He may have been kicking her out of his own free will - “Get out of here and live your own life, Yuuji! Stop fussing over me, damnit!” - but she knew he’d miss her. She made a point to stop by twice a week for dinner and to help him in the garden. He was subtle about it, but she saw the gleam in his eyes when she brought sweet strawberry daifuku from work.

There was a full time position available and she begged Nobara to put in a good word for her with the owner. There was only six months left until she started classes and she’d have to switch back to her usual schedule, but she needed to keep busy in the meantime. Besides, Nanami had dropped by the shop again about a week after that night. It had been...intense. They hadn’t exchanged words, just a weighted stare and the brush of his long fingers against hers. She’d gasped as he took the cup from her, his eyes flashing before he turned on his heel and walked out. She had needed to rest in the cooler for a while after.

(It took another week after that for Nobara to stop staring as if she’d never seen her before. After confessing, Nobara had sat her down and rubbed her back as Yuuji started panicking. She was still muttering under her breath - what do I do, oh my god - when Yuuta popped his head in to ask if she could please start her shift so he could go home.)

The stoic businessman’s visits had stopped entirely. She had mentally prepared all the things she wanted to finally confess until she stopped expecting him at all. It left her feeling driftless. Without the pressure of school looming over her head, she has more free time than she knows what to do with. Gojo never asked to…hang out with her again, but they’ve maintained a friendly banter over text. He sends her dated memes with crying-laughing emojis and she teases him about it. They don’t talk about Nanami as an unspoken rule - one he breaks just once, with a casual mention that he finally has the apartment to himself again. She didn’t answer any of his texts or snaps for days, too busy moping over missed opportunities.

Of course, now he’d never come back Yuuji thinks glumly, wiping down the already pristine counter. It was dead at the café, too late on a Sunday night for caffeine. Yuuta usually monopolized the night shifts to accommodate his school schedule, but he had to cram for a test and begged her to cover him. She couldn’t really say no - it was more than likely she’d be doing the same to him later. It was almost time to close up, but she’s lost in her thoughts as she listlessly wipes down the immaculate shop.

The bell tinkles and she perks up, surprised that someone bothered coming in. Turning with a smile, she goes stock still when she sees the object of her thoughts walking directly towards her, thumbs flying across the screen of his phone. His blonde locks are in disarray across his forehead, like he's been running his hands through it repeatedly. There’s dark circles under his eyes and his expression is miserable before he notices her. Her neck feels hot as they stare in unified shock at each other.

“Good evening, Nanami-san,” she says, bowing her head slightly. She knows she doesn’t need to be so formal after he’d seen her naked but she’s so unprepared for this. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Where’s Yuuta-kun?” he asks, his tone unreadable.

“Oh, he uh- he’s home tonight, studying,” she says, crestfallen. So he was still coming in, huh? Just not when she was there. He’d somehow figured her schedule out and was actively avoiding her. Fists clenching at her sides, she smiles tightly at him. “So, the usual? Or was there something else I can get for you?”

Brown eyes flick down briefly, tongue wetting his lips. “The usual is fine, thank you.” His normally sonorous voice is a little rough and he clears his throat as he pulls out his wallet. Turning to the drip coffee, she takes her time pouring his drink. A couple months ago she would have made him a fresh batch - it gave her more time to chat with him - but she decides he deserves the stale and probably slightly burnt coffee instead. Feels the heat of his gaze on her back and she steels her spine before sliding the cardboard cup over. Blatantly ignores him as she rings him up, thanking him for his business blandly. Returns to running a soft cloth over the gleaming steel appliances, willing away the pressure building behind her eyes. She hears heavy footsteps as he walks away but doesn’t hear him leave.

“I lied that night,” Nanami calls, “when I called you a good girl.”

Shoulders stiffening, she has an insult on the tip of her tongue when he continues quickly.

“I am sorry that I missed your birthday, however.”

Yuuji's arms are rigid where she’s clenching the counter, head dropping down with an aggrieved huff. “How do you even know when my birthday is?” There’s a tightness in her chest like she can’t breath, shoulders a tense line; she just wants to hear him say it, hear him admit to coming in just to ask questions about her.

“I asked the manager here,” he says bluntly.

She scoffs, not trusting herself to look at him. “Why would you do something like that?”

“Don’t be a brat, Yuuji-kun,” he snaps and her back straightens instinctively. “You know exactly why.”

So, I’m a brat, huh? She’ll show him a brat. Angling her body to stare at him over her shoulder with wide eyes, she pretends to be confused. “I don’t think I do, Nanami-san,” she says innocently.

Nanami levels a flat look at her, clenching his jaw. Takes slow, deliberate steps until he’s pressed against the counter closest to her. She turns to face him, tangling her fingers together behind her back. He looks kinda pissed. Adrenaline rushes through her veins, making her feel reckless.

“Do you need me to explain it to you?” His tone is low, dangerous.

“That would be helpful, Nanamin,” she hums, bouncing on her toes, delighting in the shocked anger on his face.

His eyes narrow. “Don’t call me that.”

“Or what?” She raises an eyebrow. “Sir.”

“Where did this attitude come from?”

“Ehh, sometime after you helped your friend fuck me I think,” she says sweetly, cocking her head. “No, wait…it was later than that. Maybe when you started avoiding me?”

“Watch your mouth,” he growls, eyes flashing. They had leaned unconsciously closer to each other while they bickered, the bar of the pick-up stand the only thing between them. They’re both breathing heavily, cheeks flushed with emotion as they stare at each other. The air is thick with tension and it's absolutely intoxicating.

“It was for your own good,” Nanami says stiffly. “Believe me, you wouldn’t have wanted to see me after that.”

Her eyebrows raise. “That’s something you get to decide for me?”

“It is when the only thing I could think about…” he pauses, voice lowering as he leans down to speak the words into her ear, “...was bending you over this counter…” he brushes her ponytail over her shoulder without touching her, “...and spanking you until you cry.”

Biting her lip so she doesn’t embarrass herself, Yuuji leans her weight against the dark wood. His words dance in her head and she imagines it; her work skirt pushed up as he massages her reddened cheeks. It’s so erotic; she decides then and there that she would do anything to make that happen.

“See?” Nanami sighs, pulling his hand back from where it was playing with a lock of her hair. “You’re still too young. Forgive me for making you uncomfortable, Yuuji-kun.”

He goes to back away but she grabs his tie, halting his retreat. Staring up at him through her lashes, she nibbles her lip. This couldn’t just stop here. There was a sinking feeling in her gut that told her if he left now, she’d never see him again.

“Don’t apologize for that,” she murmurs, sneaking a finger through his buttons to stroke over warm skin. “And please, just call me Yuuji. We’re both adults now, aren’t we?”

He considers her, inhaling sharply through his pert nose. “Technically.”

“Well, then, technically, couldn’t you still do those things to me?” It comes out as a purr she didn’t intend but she can’t stop staring at his pulse leaping in his throat. It’s bold, possibly too bold, but his shoulders slump as he sighs in defeat.

(Nanami had left abruptly after that and she grinned triumphantly at the stiff way he walked out the door. It was an ambiguous ending to their little confrontation. It paid off, apparently, Yuuta handing her an elegantly wrapped box a few days later, fresh cherry blossoms tucked into the silk bow. Opening it in the dubious privacy of the staffroom, she finds a delicate gold chain nestled in white velvet. It’s a choker, she realizes as she holds it to the light. There’s a beautiful teardrop shaped stone held in the center - the same shade of dark green as the dress he never got to see her wear. It rests against the hollow of her throat and she can’t stop touching it. Nanami's smile is small, tender, when he sees her wearing it for the first time. He’s a regular again, her regular, and it feels like spring - like growth and renewal, like hope.)

It’s like he’s courting her, leaving her flowers and timing his arrival to coincide with her lunch breaks. They talk about anything and everything except that night - she mentioned being kind of friends with Gojo once and his hands clenched into fists on the table. Nanami asks about her upcoming classes and complains about how annoying his boss is. His eyes are soft as she tells him about growing up with her grandfather, how she doesn’t remember her parents. No matter how much time they spend together, butterflies still flutter to life in her stomach when she spies his tall figure cutting through the foot traffic to enter the café. An entire month passes with easy conversation and heated glances. It’s delightful, it really is, but she’s quickly frustrated. He only touches her casually, like a close friend would - a hand on her upper back or a pat to her head. There’s no more mentions of the lewd act he insinuated wanting to do with her.

They’re sitting at one of the tables outside, enjoying the warm sunshine. It was going to start getting hot soon, breezy spring bleeding into the heat of summer. Their empty cups shine in the light, a light breeze dusting the leftover crumbs of her cake across the table. It’s his day off and he’s relaxed, dressed casually - well, casual for him, she supposes. No jacket, just a crisp white button down tucked into tan slacks. Nanami always looks good, but his shoulders look so broad in the fitted shirt. Yuuji's fingers itch to touch the thick muscles of his thighs where they’re gently straining the stiff material of his pants. They’ve been chatting about nothing at all really, several stretches of silence where they simply enjoy each other’s company. It makes her heart flutter a little but the wicked voice in her head tells her this is a good time to try and move things forward.

“I was wondering, Kento,” she starts, his first name still feeling foreign on her tongue. “Don’t you want to hang out somewhere else?”

“Isn’t it more convenient for you if I visit you here?” He tilts his head at her, brushing a thumb under his lower lip. Yuuji tracks the movement avidly. The memory of her sucking on that thumb flashes in her mind and she shakes her head.

“No! Well, yes, sometimes,” she stammers, shredding a paper napkin. “There’s just not a lot of privacy here, you know?”

Nanami chuckles, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his spread knees. She summons the willpower to resist looking at the bulge between his legs. It was like he was advertising it to her. “And what’s so important that you can’t talk to me about it here?”

“I was just thinking about how I’ve never been to your place,” she admits, nearly swallowing her tongue when she realizes the implications of her words. There was being forward and there was being shameless. It was surprisingly easy to totter over that line.

“Well, it did just get renovated. I’ve only recently been able to settle back in,” he says easily, a small smirk on his lips. She’s grateful he doesn’t acknowledge her faux pas. “Would you like to see it?”

Yuuji nods immediately, rattling off the next few days she’s available. Hell yes, she wanted to see his apartment. Hoped he’d give her the grand tour before thoroughly introducing her to his bed. Nanami's amused by her enthusiasm and he promises to text her his address. They make a date for this coming weekend and she marks it on the calendar in her phone in all caps.

(Maki and Nobara threaten to kick her out if she doesn’t stop freaking the fuck out. She’s a total mess during the days leading up to their date. Is it a date? Or is he just being considerate? She begs Nobara to teach her how to do that cute fox wing with her eyeshadow and sniffs pathetically when she doesn't get it right on the first try. Buys ten different outfits with her savings and returns most of them. Considers wearing her old school uniform to fuck with him, but worries that might be taking things too far. She eventually decides on a long white dress. It drops down at her shoulders, displaying the necklace he gifted her and drapes loosely down her arms. Twisting in the mirror, she admired the long slits running up the sides. It seemed sweet and innocent at first, but if she shifted just so, the entire lengths of her legs would be exposed. It was perfect.)

The apartment isn’t far too from hers, but it’s definitely out of the way of the coffee shop. It warms her heart knowing he travels so far just to visit during her tragically short lunch breaks. Nanami has dinner prepared when she arrives. Still in his suit, he apologizes for not making something more elaborate since he was called into the office earlier. Yuuji demurs, enjoying the flavorful shogayaki. It’s paired with fresh vegetables and perfectly cooked rice. It could taste like ash in her mouth and she’d still be appreciative. Nanami made this for her. Even if it makes her regret wearing white, paranoid that she’s going to spill the sauce on herself.

He’s a gracious host, insisting she relax while he clears the table. Sipping on her tea, she eyes the empty wine glass in the sink, wishing he would have offered her some. She could use a little liquid courage right about now, skin tingling with nerves and excitement. She’s staring at his back while he rinses their plates, admiring the shift of his muscles under the tight blue dress shirt, the way his suspenders dig into his shoulders. He catches her ogling him when he turns around, drying his hands off with a dish towel.

“Would you like to look around?” he asks, lips tilted in a knowing smile.

Hastily setting her mug down in the sink, she nods, linking her arm through his. “Yes, please. I’m curious to see your office here.”

There was a recurring fantasy she was particular to. One involving her spread across his desk. It probably wouldn’t happen tonight, unfortunately, but she wanted to see where he worked when he was home alone. Have a better idea of what it looked like to strengthen the image in her head - one of him pulling his cock out while she hides under his desk. Her cheeks are flushed and Nanami raises a brow at her before escorting her past the living room.

“Is it what you expected?” he asks wryly as he ushers her in. It’s an elegantly designed room, much like the rest of the space. Modern but made cozy with plush armchairs and tasteful, interesting art. Low, warm lighting bathes the room from a floor lamp in the corner. Yuuji hums, trailing her fingers over the smooth wood of his desk. It’s large, tidy, with a small stack of papers near a bamboo organizer. Gleaming fountain pens rest inside it and she picks one up, twirling it around. It looks expensive, fancy.

“It suits you,” she says over her shoulder. He’s standing casually, hands in his pockets.

“Thank you, I suppose.” Walking over to her, Nanami plucks the pen from her hands and puts it back. Pouting, she rests her backside on the edge of the desk. Silently begs him to yank her up and lay her down over it. She’s seen it in movies before, guys sending everything crashing to the floor before spreading their lover down. He doesn’t, but he does lean into her space, resting his hands on either side of her legs. Shifting her thighs, she runs a finger under the strap of his suspenders, tugging him closer. Catching her hand with his, he holds it tightly as he glints down at her.

“Now, will you tell me the real reason you wanted to see my office?” His tone is low again and she bites her lip, shaking her head playfully. The desire to see him all riled up and bossy was overriding any rational thought. The scene in the café had kept her up at night, and she was so close to getting what she wanted.

“So shy all of a sudden,” Nanami says, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s okay, Yuuji. I think I know what you want.”

She shivers as he trails fingertips down her skin until he touches the necklace, toying with it with a small smile on his face. Then his entire demeanor shifts; the good-natured teasing is nowhere to be found, dark eyes hardening as he contemplates her. Turning her abruptly, he presses her forward until her hips are flush to the front of the desk. His hands travel down to her legs, and she hears him choke when he instantly finds the bare skin of her thighs. She wore underwear this time but only because she wanted to give him something to unwrap, too. He digs reflexively into her skin before gathering the white material and pushing it down to puddle at her feet. Goosebumps erupt on her skin, nipples tightening.

“Bend over, all the way down,” Nanami says, the tone guttural. Authoritative. “Hands above your head.”

Obeying, she flinches a little when the cold wood meets her heated skin. The soft fabric of his pants brush against her butt as he leans over to arrange her the way he wants, stretching her hands to curl over the opposite edge.

“You’re going to want to hold on to something,” he murmurs in her ear. “If you get uncomfortable and need to slow down, say yellow. If you want me to stop at any point, say red. Do you understand?” Her mouth goes dry as she wriggles, flushed with anticipation, nodding quickly.

“Use your words, Itadori,” he says drily.

“Yes sir, I understand,” she whispers.

Nanami pulls her head back by her hair and she shivers, tingles running down her neck. Turning her to face him, he kisses her forehead, the tip of her nose. Not her lips and she pouts. He smiles crookedly. “So sweet for me…” Shifting back to stand behind her, he runs his palms down the length of her spine and she rises instinctively to the touch. His hands feel impossibly large against her as he slips under her panties, caressing the skin there.

“I was going to be nice, treat you gently,” he admits, tugging them down her thighs to join her dress. “Give you the first time you deserved.”

There’s a whisper of fabric before she feels a silky material sliding down her back. It feels like his tie and she squirms at the ticklish sensation. His words, his deep, rumbling voice…her eyes flutter shut.

“You always blushed so prettily when you saw me,” he continues and predictably enough, her cheeks warm. Yuuji didn’t think she was that obvious. “It had occurred to me that you might be a virgin. So imagine my surprise when I came home after a long day of work to see you blushing like that while you worked Gojo's cock into this sweet little cunt.”

The words are punctuated by a slap of the tie against her ass and she gasps in surprise, too embarrassed to remember what they were here for.

“You know, you still haven’t apologized for that.” Another light slap. It doesn’t hurt but not knowing when he’s going to do it makes her dizzy.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, closing her eyes, heart aching. “I wanted it to be you.”

There’s a heavy silence before a loud crack of his palm as he smacks her ass sharply. She yelps, jerking into the hard corner of the desk. Fuck, that stings.

“Too late now, isn’t it? Such a shame,” Nanami growls, smacking the other cheek with equal force. “I had such plans for you, Yuuji.” Both of his hands rub gently over her ass and she releases a shuddering breath. “But plans change, and bad girls get punished for being so recklessly impulsive.”

There’s no holding back now as he spanks her almost viciously, as if releasing the pent up jealousy and frustration he’s been keeping in these past few months. Guilt makes her inclined to take it, even as tears start rolling down her face as she hangs onto the desk for dear life. It really fucking hurts and she sobs when he slaps against her opening. It smacks wetly and she wonders at how her body is responding to the painful stimulation - the ache between her thighs overshadowed by the flaming sting spreading along both of her cheeks. The blows halt as he pauses, running his palms soothingly over the heated skin.

“Too much?” he asks, voice soft but hoarse. Yuuji sniffs pathetically, trying to take stock of her body, focusing on the steady pulse of arousal building in her center. She shakes her head.

“I can take it,” she mumbles.

“That's my girl.” Shivering, she preens at the words. “Can you take a little more?”

“Yes,” she breathes, arching her back enticingly. He groans low in his throat.

“Open your mouth,” he demands, leaning forward with his tie in his fist. She obeys, eyes wide as he presses it past her lips. Blinks wet lashes at him when Nanami nudges her chin up. “Bite down.” The lustrous material is soft against her tongue, comfortable against her cheeks as he ties it into a knot at the back of her head. Studying her, he drags a thumb across her lips where they’re stretched slightly by the fabric. “Can you breathe?” The concern etched on his face after such rough treatment…her eyes crinkle as she tries to convey the overwhelming affection she feels for him in this moment. She nods and he mimics her, eyes dark as he pulls away.

“If you need me to stop, knock on the desk. Nod again if you understand.”

She does, then- a rustling noise, the click of metal. Her heart races when she realizes he’s taking off his belt. Skin prickling with awareness as she counts down the seconds, muscles tensing in suspense.

It comes out of nowhere, a harsh slap on her upper thigh and she’s dancing on her toes as blow after blow rains down. The texture is entirely different, the cool leather whipping against her. There’s no rhythm to the strikes, and he varies the speed as well as the strength to catch her off guard. Her hips keep jolting into the hard corner and she expects to have bruises there, too. Little punched out whines escape her as the pain slowly edges into pleasure. Her thighs rub together slickly, desperate for some sort of friction. She’s burning up from the inside out, drooling past the gag and onto the desk as her mind drifts away from her body. It feels as if she’s in a trance, succumbing to the sensation of his hands once again stroking gently over her aching flesh.

“Your ass is all red, Yuuji,” he mutters darkly. “There’s a perfect imprint of my hand, just here.” He lays his palm flat on the curve of her left cheek.

As if realizing her utter submissiveness, Nanami stops, coiling up the belt and placing it within her eyesight. Yuuji bleats softly, the sound muffled, when he presses his hips to her, grinding his dick against her sore butt. He stays there, resting along her back just enough for her to feel the strength and heat of his body. She flinches, not expecting to feel the brush of his lips on her spine. Melts into the touch as he drags his lips across her shoulder, up her neck. He noses just under her ear, pressing a sweet kiss there.

“You did so well, darling,” he whispers against her heated skin. “You’re so beautiful like this, I’m so proud of you.” Tears are still dripping down her face. He hums, getting up. “I think you deserve a little reward.”

Hiding her face against the hard surface as the endearment makes her giddy - the way it rolled off his tongue so easily, like he was already calling her that in his thoughts. There’s noise and movement behind her and she resists the urge to see what he’s going to do next. Long fingers slide up the back of each thigh, the arousal dripping down from her pussy easing the way. The muscles in her legs twitch violently as his thumbs reach her center, gliding up on either side of her clit - not quite touching it. They go higher, spreading her folds to reveal her fluttering hole. Yuuji huffs, feeling vulnerable and so exposed, but the dry click of his throat as Nanami stares at her so intimately sends a thrilling rush of adrenaline through her. She’s barely touched him and he’s already so affected, literally on his knees behind her.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, running a finger teasingly around her entrance. “What a lovely little cunt you have.”

The filthy word and the heat of his breath has her shuddering. Yuuji chokes on an inhale as he runs his tongue up the length of her slit. Oh my god oh my fucking god. She doesn’t know if she’s trying to babble out loud or not, brain melting as his hot tongue glides through her folds, sucking lightly at her outer lips before circling around her clit. She’s keening around the gag, balanced precariously on her tippy toes as she tries to rock back into his greedy mouth. He denies her, roughly gripping her cheeks as he spreads them wide. The blunt edge of his nail catches against what’s sure to be a welt. She cries out sharply, knee banging into the desk as she tries to run away from the feeling. Nanami soothes it with a gentle kiss before returning to her pussy. Sure, she’s fooled around a little bit in the past but nobody had ever done anything like this to her. It’s filthy, the way he’s licking up the slick dripping from her - the sucking kisses on the crease of her thigh sounding far too loud in the small room.

Yuuji's nails bite deep into the wood when he presses a finger inside her. She’s panting erratically, forgetting to worry about damaging his property. Maybe he’d see it later, brows furrowed as he hunches over his paperwork. See the little gouges she’d made when he was fucking her with his tongue. She imagines him tightening his fist around the pen until it snaps, leaking ink and ruining his hard work. She grins dopily at the thought, garbling a moan as he pulls out only to push back in with two fingers. Nanami Kento, meticulous and neat, getting messy because of her. She might be moaning wantonly as he curls down to massage her inner walls, making her legs jerk and tremble. The power to make him lose control was in her grasp; she could tell by the way his hand tremors as it holds her down. The little moans as he eats her out hungrily - savoring her - like a man willing to spend hours between her legs. He sucks on her clit with a hum. It sends a nearly blinding rush of pleasure through her nerves and she wails, arching up on her toes.

“Please, please,” she begs under her breath, the words unintelligible but the meaning clear as she tries and fails to push his fingers in deeper. Nanami's teasing her, bringing her to the cusp of release only to wind her back down. He bites where he struck her thigh particularly hard with the belt and she hisses, uselessly kicking a leg back. A dark chuckle and he’s removing himself from her body entirely. Yuuji whines, craning back in a panic to see him rising to his feet, palming the rigid length of his erection where it strains against his pants. There’s a flush of pink on his high cheekbones and he’s licking her wetness from his lips with a smirk. She really hopes he only stopped so he can fuck her into the desk like she’s fantasized about - the wicked glint in his eyes makes her think twice.

“Only good girls get to come, remember?” Pulling her pliant, trembling body up, he walks her over to the other side, pulling out the large chair. “Come sit on my lap while I finish some paperwork.”

(Nanami had removed his dampened tie and propped her up against the edge of the desk. Yuuji watched with hooded eyes as he slowly lifted his cock from its confines. It was long, thick, and - she’d rather die than to admit this out loud - there was a small part of that was grateful for her experience with Gojo. It made her a little less wary over her ability to take him into her body. The rest of his clothes stayed on, which was both disappointing - she really wanted to feel the slide of his body against hers - and wickedly thrilling. Easing her onto his lap, legs spread wide over his broad thighs, he slowly lowered her down onto him. She puffed heavily against his lips, foreheads pressed intimately together. Nanami watched her pussy stretch around his cock as if enthralled, brows furrowed and mouth hanging slightly open. Running his hands up her sides, cupping the warm weight of her breasts in his hands as she took him in fully. The urge to seek out his skin was too strong to resist, unbuttoning his shirt past his neck and running her tongue up his strong throat. He toyed with her body, plucking her nipples and running blunt nails down her thighs - warming her up to the point of orgasm before stopping entirely. Muttering that he’d be done soon, he reached around her to sort through the papers.)

Time was a distant concept, mind hazy as Nanami keeps her just on the edge of coming; it feels like he finished hours ago, putting his pen down with a soft click before pulling her in close to kiss her reverently. His lips are so soft, so achingly gentle on hers. It’s indulgent, the way he’s treating her, caressing her quaking frame. It’s luxurious, delicious, the way his tongue dances with hers. Like he could spend eternity pressing little kisses to the corners of her mouth. Yuuji glides a trembling hand up his neck, scratching her nails through the short blond strands there. Shifting on his lap, she mewls loudly when he grinds up into her. He’d do that intermittently while he worked, snapping his hips when something seemed to frustrate him; shushing her when she’d sniffled at the aching fullness, running a placating hand down her belly to stroke her clit. Every inch of her feels so sensitive, like she touched a livewire, her blood vibrating in her veins.

“Kento, please,” she begs, overstimulated to the point of discomfort.

He clicks his tongue at her. “Try again, darling.”

“Please sir,” she whines desperately, clinging to the straps of his suspenders. “It’s t-too much, please, I’ve been so good-”

Nanami's eyes appear black, brown irises barely visible around his dilated pupils. This has to be affecting him, too she thinks, his cock throbbing deep inside. She sobs as her strength leaves her and she slumps on his lap, the head of him kissing her cervix. Gripping her hips, he lifts her up until only the tip is still inside.

“What did I say?” he asks, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. It’s hard to make out his face through the frustrated tears beading in her eyes but his tone is forceful, unforgiving. “Use your words, Itadori. Tell me what you want.” He pulls her back down forcefully and she yelps, thighs tightening around his.

“I want to come,” she cries, toes curling as he begins to thrust viciously into her. “Please can I c-come sir, please.”

Sliding down and gripping her throat, he squeezes the sides, applying just enough pressure to cut off the blood supply to her head. His fingers find her clit, rubbing hard circles over the swollen nub. Black dots dance in her vision as the devastating feeling in her lower belly heightens; the deep rasp of his voice as he finally gives her permission - “yes my darling, you’ve been so good, want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

She does, eyes rolling back as the thread coils tighter until it snaps, the long delayed release almost unbearable. Her head falls back, pushing her throat harder into his grasp as she comes with a hoarse scream. Yuuji can feel every inch of his body pressed against her, and he’s moaning right along with her, crushing her tight to his chest. Her nipples chafe against his shirt and the added stimulation is maddening. Even in her fucked out daze, she still feels him, unyielding as her pussy convulses around his length. He’s murmuring sweet nothings under his breath, stroking her hair and dropping kisses to whatever bit of skin he can reach.

“I want to come in your mouth,” he says, slightly out of breath and not asking, not really. She whimpers as he pulls her off to settle her down on her knees before him. Staring up at him with glazed, hooded eyes, she can’t help but to admire the sight - dress shirt creased and half open, exposing his flushed chest, thick thighs spread wide in the seat as he fists his weeping cock.

Nanami drags it against her lips. “Open,” he mutters roughly. She does, sticking out her tongue, curling it under the head. Holding the back of her neck to keep her still, he pumps himself roughly. He comes with a shudder and a drawn out groan, hot ropes of come pooling in her open mouth. Remembering something she saw in porn once, she keeps it there, displayed on her tongue. His eyes are wild as he stretches a shaking hand to cup her chin, running a thumb through the drops caught on her lips.

“Look at you, so perfect for me,” he pants, cupping her flushed cheek. Yuuji squirms, delighted by the praise. “Go ahead, swallow.”

Closing her mouth, she does with an audible gulp. Nanami's eyes clench shut for a long moment before he hauls her up, lifting her into his arms. He nuzzles her cheek as he carries her to his darkened bedroom. Laying her flat on the bed, he disappears briefly into the en-suite bathroom, returning with a soft, damp cloth. Her mind is empty, body utterly drained as he wipes her sweaty face before running it gently between her legs. Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, she’s surprised to see how late it is. Feels a sense of feminine pride when she counts back the hours, realizing she managed to keep up with him for so long.

Clearing her raspy throat, she turns to him. He’s undressing slowly and her jaw drops as she watches miles of pale skin being revealed. There’s a twinge of interest in her core and she shifts a little on the soft sheets. His thickly muscled physique has her mouth going dry as she gawks at him shamelessly. His smirk is cocky - a look she hasn’t seen on him before but it makes her feel some kind of way - as he slips their naked bodies under the covers. His skin feels so fucking good where he’s pressed flush to her back.

“That was perfect, Kento,” she whispers, remembering what she wanted to say before his brickhouse of a body thoroughly distracted her. “Better than I ever imagined it.”

He hums in sleepy agreement, pulling her possessively closer. It feels as if she’s been cleansed, purged - like there was a curse slowly sucking the life from her, from the possibility of a them. The repercussions of her…indiscretion with Gojo exorcized. She didn’t regret it much - it had brought them together, after all. But it was as if they’d turned a page - a fresh, blank sheet for them to start over on, together.

(The next couple of days are rough and she’s incredibly grateful for not having a desk job, her butt bruised badly enough to make sitting something she fervently avoids doing. It’s still disappointing when they eventually fade, pouting as she strokes her fingers over the paling welts. A wicked smile curves her lips as she faces her reflection in the mirror. A shame, really she thinks mildly, already planning how she can torment him into doing it again.)

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Itadori Yuji is a problem.

An itch under his skin. It makes his fingers twitch with every bob of that silky pink ponytail, the curve of her lips as they stretch into a sweet smile he knows is just for him. It’s not his ego that compels him to think that, either. Kento's been by often, seen her interactions with other customers enough to know that the gentle way her teeth dig into her bottom lip is reserved for him alone.

The fact that her age was an unknown factor is the only thing staying his hand, limiting their interactions to soft smiles and lingering glances. Plenty of women looked younger than they were, the skincare industry amassing constant worshippers to the altar of youth. Kento didn’t care either way, it really wasn’t any of his business. But he was uncomfortable by the idea of pressing his advances on someone without enough experience to keep up with him. His tastes could run a little…dark, he’d easily admit. And she did not seem like the type to partake in particularly lewd acts.

There was no way in hell he’d rudely ask her age and frankly he was hesitant to even find out. Stopping by the expensive little café had become a ritual of sorts since he’d temporarily moved into Satoru’s apartment. He was loathe to stop and found it impossible even after he discovered she was still in fucking high school.

It was late one afternoon when he stopped by before heading back into the office for another late night. Irritation had twisted his features into a scowl as he ordered his drink from the unimpressed brunette behind the bar. Yuuji had rushed in behind him, completely missing him in her panic. He quickly turned his back to her, grabbing some napkins after gripping the cup tightly enough that it spilled hot liquid over his white knuckles. He had caught a glimpse - she was still in her high school uniform. Had to avert his gaze when the pleated material of her skirt danced around her legs as she ran, revealing tanned, supple thighs.

Apologies were spilling from those full - underaged he thought, grinding his teeth - lips as she breathlessly explained that her club ran late. She had continued to babble nervously before the brunette laughed her off. It wasn’t typical of him to eavesdrop but he couldn’t help himself, fiddling with the lid and adding creamer he didn’t want. He was grateful for it, learning she was in her final year. Horrified at his own existence, he discreetly exited the shop, ducking into the nearest alley. Leaned his head against the wall, banging it a few times to knock the indecent thoughts out of his skull.

(Seeing Yuuji spread out over Gojo’s lap, dick buried deep in her cunt nearly sent him into an early grave. The way her eyes went comically wide and the blush on her cheeks deepened when she saw him standing there. It was a bit impudent of her, Kento thought, to look so shocked when he could feel his blood pressure going through the fucking roof. It was only fair for him to stay and watch as she carelessly gave that smug bastard what should have been his. He would have waited, as long as she needed. Would have made it so good for her, repressed his natural instinct to control and treated her kindly. His heart felt like a cold, dead thing in his chest as he selfishly stole her attention. He couldn’t have her first time, but he would have this. Would make sure that when she thought back to this moment, it’d be filled with memories of him. Even if he couldn’t stand to talk to her the next morning; too exhausted after he spent the night watching over her in the stiff armchair to make sure Gojo didn’t try to sneak in and snuggle her to death. Though he found that he couldn’t resist pulling the blankets a little higher over her shoulders before he left. Kento punched that white haired fucker as soon as he'd open his mouth to try to explain. Read and re-read each frantic text his friend sent, claiming he didn't even know who she was at first and really - didn't he do him a favor, anyways?)

Itadori Yuuji is a distraction.

The little red star on the calendar in his office mocks him. It’s written neatly on the square for the twentieth of March and it looks like a little red eye, jeering at him as he taps his pen rapidly on his desk. Her eighteenth birthday is in less than a week. Kento spends his days idly daydreaming on what she’s planning to do for the special day. If she’d party with her friends or spend it quietly at home. Wonders if she’ll spend it on a date, with some random person around her own age. His fists clench, making the pen leak ink over his fingers. Swearing, he cleans it up, vehemently shoving away thoughts of a pretty gold necklace hugging her slim throat.

Kento was absolutely convinced that Yuuji wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Who would, after being so coldly snubbed the morning after such an intimate night? He continues to avoid the café when she’s there, ducking out of sight before reaching the doors when he spies vibrant pink hair. He’d already made the mistake of trying to see her. Just once, and he would explain to her that she’s still far too young for him to realistically consider. At a decade older, it would be implicitly unfair of him to keep her from exploring her youth. He wouldn’t mean the words, not really, but he needed her to believe them. To back off because for once in his life, he genuinely did not think he could control himself if she pursued him. He’d give her anything she wants, fall to his knees and worship her if given the chance.

But he choked on the speech he'd prepared, guilt and lust twisting his gut when he finally sees her. Neither of them muster up the courage to speak, but he feels the way her hand trembles as she hands him the drink. Blood rushes to his cock at her sharp inhalation of breath and he’s practically running out the door, walking blindly down the street with temptation biting at his heels. He can’t face her and he suffers for it, nights filled with fantasies of the way she sucked his thumb into her hot little mouth. Nightmares where she coldly denies him after he confesses his feelings for her, her taunting voice in his head. He hasn’t felt this out of control in years and he almost wishes he could hate her for it.

(The way she pulled at his tie fucked with his head and the way she kept running her bratty little mouth made him want to shove it in there to shut her up. Yuuji made a move on him with all the subtlety of a cat in heat, purring in her sweet little voice. It made his blood run south as he mentally waved a white flag. If it was on her terms, who was he to deny her? It was well worth taking the time to woo her, of being worthy enough to bear her innermost thoughts and secret wishes. It must have made her impatient, her frustration adorable as she griped about never going anywhere else. Though he suspects he was far more sadistic than she anticipated - fuck, did she handle it so well, beguiling face scrunched up as she bravely took her punishment. The cherry red of her ass was so hot against his hands as he dipped his tongue to taste the honey between her thighs. Apparently, he could deny her and for fucking ages at that. It was too good to resist, the warm wet heat of her trembling cunt practically strangling his cock as he toyed with her body. The desperate way she kneaded her fingers into his shoulder, pawing at his suspenders like a flustered kitten. The look on her fucking face as she held his come on her tongue, displaying it to him proudly. Kento didn’t know when, or how, but he’s convinced Yuuji will be the death of him. It’s worth it and he’ll die a happy man; dreams filled with the way her puffs of breath against his shoulder warmed his skin, sinking deep into his chest. He’d never felt such peace, such utter contentment then when he held her spent body to his, skin humming in satisfaction. 'I wanted it to be you.')

Itadori Yuuji is a breath of fresh air, the streak of a star brightening the dark night sky.

After that, she slowly imprinted herself onto his apartment. Necessities like a pair of pajamas, a tooth brush. Then he started filling his pantry and fridge with her favorite snacks and those ridiculous canned coffees she insisted gave her a better caffeine rush. Before long, there’s a pair of beat up strawberry crocs living near his doorway and bobby pins on his bathroom counter. She’s a whirlwind with the comfortable mess she brings with her. It feels warmer in his home when she’s there.

Yuuji's grinning in his doorway one afternoon before their date, an enormous potted plant dwarfing her figure. Setting it down in a sunny corner, she smiled proudly at it with her hands on her hips.

“I named it Nekochan,” she snorted, eyes glittering. “Get it? ‘Cause it’s a cat palm.”

Kento stared at her until she flushed, fiddling with her fingers. Every time her looks at her, he wants.

(They missed their reservation. He fucked her until she could only moan his name. Kento Kento Kento ringing in his ears as he rutted into her from behind, pressing her up against the wall as the long stems of the palm brushed her cheek. It was a breathless plea but he swore by the way her lips curled in a smile when she spoke them that it meant something. He dug his teeth in her neck, relishing the way she tightened around him. He imagines coming home every evening to her curled up on his couch with a manga or doing yoga in those stretchy pants he was starting to become obsessed with. Imagines falling asleep to the rhythm of her soft breaths, her beating heart…his own heart fractures in his chest, knowing he can’t ask for that. Refuses to push for more than what she’ll allow him, doesn’t want to selfishly take any more than what she gives. So he pays attention to what she likes, makes sure she’s comfortable and happy when she’s with him. He fucks her and makes her come every way he can think of and hope he's not as obvious as he feels.)

It’s late summer when Yuuji starts to get a little manic as she prepares for the fall semester. It’s endearing, even if it makes him feel his age, watching as she carefully studies her classes. Her brows pinch together, pink tongue sticking out, as she tries to figure out a schedule that will work when she goes back to her part-time hours. He aches to offer to let her move in, to let him just take care of her so she can get an education in peace.

Kento knows he shouldn’t, knows she likes to think of herself as independent. It came naturally to her, growing up and taking care of her grandfather simultaneously. It was something he deeply respected and he’d happily admit that it endeared him to her. That earnestness that was almost naïve - if it wasn’t for the deeply cunning way she stared at him every so often. Yuuji acted scatterbrained and downright silly sometimes but there was a sharp mind underneath. He could recognize a coping mechanism when he sees one.

Staring at her where she's practically swimming in one of his sleep shirts as she sits opposite him at his desk, using the space to spread out her papers. She’s muttering under her breath as she crosses something off and scribbles next to it. Amused, and a little concerned, he heaves himself up. He takes her hand as he crouches down next to her, stealing her attention away.

“You’re so tense, darling,” he says quietly, tangling his fingers around hers. “You’re taking too much all at once, it’s not good for you.”

Yuuji scoffs and his fingers twitch at the flare of attitude.

“No offense, Kento, but that’s kind of rich, coming from you,” she says, peering up at him. The gentle way she’s looking at him tempers the blunt truth of her words, her thumb calming as it glides along his skin. He smiles sardonically. She’s not wrong.

“You better watch that pretty mouth, darling,” Kento murmurs, pulling down her bottom lip with the knuckles on his free hand, delighting in the way her golden brown eyes darken. “Or I’ll have to drag you to my bedroom and shut it for you.”

Her face is almost violently red and she’s breathing quickly. There’s something in the way her eye twitches, though. He pulls away, staring at her curiously. Yuuji sucks in her lips, cheeks puffing. A little concerned, he opens his mouth to ask her what’s wrong when she bursts into laughter.

“I’m sorry! Oh god, I’m so sorry,” she hiccups, fanning her hands in front of her face. Kento simply stares, a little stunned. What just happened?

“Like, that was hot, it really was,” she’s wheezing, absentmindedly patting his arm - as if she’s attempting to comfort him. “But it was just so cheesy, I mean c’mon-”

The nerve of her. “And what would sound better to you, hm?”

“Welllll,” she drawls, tapping her chin, “I might have a few ideas.”

This sparks his interest and he feels it echoed in his groin.

“Really? Please, don’t hold back on my account.”

“Uhh- I dunno. There’s something about your office, I guess,” she giggles nervously, pulling a leg up to sit in that casual - infuriating - manner of hers. Kento deeply suspected it was strategic on her end whenever his focus unnerved her. It drew his gaze to soft golden skin, to the flash of whatever panties she was wearing - or not wearing, on occasion.

“I used to fantasize about it all the time, y’know. You, sitting at your desk, frustrated with all the piled up paperwork.” Yuuji waves her hands dramatically and his lips quirk. So cute. “And then I’d come in, like, wearing just one of your shirts or something - kinda like this, I guess - and you’d get so hot that you’d bend me over your desk…” she trails off, laughing self-consciously, like she hadn’t meant to get that descriptive.

It’s sweet, the way she still gets embarrassed sometimes. Kento's seen and touched and licked every inch of her by now but she still gets flustered admitting a sexual fantasy they haven’t acted out. There’s an upcoming business trip that will cause him to miss out on her first week of university. It was an annoyance but regrettably unavoidable - but also, potentially, an opportunity.

Cocking his head, he considers her, a plan forming. “How about this, I’ll help you relax…and then we’ll work this out together.”

Her ears turn pink, fully aware of what he means when he says relax. “I would like that very much.”

Smiling indulgently as he turns her chair around, the back of it jostling the desk as he lowers himself to his knees before her. He soaks in the little squeak she makes, the trembling of her thighs as he nudges them apart to trail a finger over her panties.

“You're very brave, you know,” he murmurs, brushing a soft kiss to her cheek. She’s panting hotly already. He smirks as he continues. “An intelligent, alluring, quick witted young woman. And because I know that you can do this, I’ll even reward you when I get back from my trip.”

There’s only her hitched breath as she presses her lips to his, licking into his mouth with a needy whine.

(He makes her fall apart on his tongue and fingers until she’s begging him to stop, that “it’s too much, Kento, please!” Tiny fists yanked his hair hard and he groaned, giving her one last sloppy lick just to see the way her legs jerked at the overstimulation. Slipping his wet fingers into her mouth, his dick painfully hard in his trousers, he very nearly begged her to let him fuck her mouth. He bit his cheek hard enough to taste copper as she urged him to sit back in his chair. Slid her body between him and the desk, kissing the tent in his pants as she stared up at him with a heavy gaze. Kento almost came in his pants like he was a fucking teenager, fists clenched on the arms of his chair so he won’t grab her by the neck and thrust until he hits the back of her throat. Her head bobbed over his lap as she sucked him in deeper than he expected, the wet heat sending pleasure tingling up his spine. He realized distantly that she’s good at this and he didn’t hesitate to push her a little farther, see how much more she could take. What she was willing to learn. A lot apparently, and he was filled with a feral sort of pride when her strangled moans made him spill down her throat with a snarl - pink hair trapped between his fingers, pink lips stretched wide.)

The business trip is absolute hell on his nerves.

Smug salarymen and the upper echelon of the finance world swarming around him by the droves has Kento clenching his jaw so hard he’s left with a lingering migraine when he returns to his blessedly empty suite. His hand feels greasy from all the sweaty palms he was forced to shake. It was going to be days of circling back and let’s table for this for now.

Hell. He was in hell.

All the corporate jargon and double talk makes him miss Yuuji’s often blunt honesty. Slipping his phone out of his pocket, he scrolls through their text thread. There’s a selfie of her in front of the front entrance of the university, posed with a peace sign tucked against her cheek. It’s a silly picture, one eye closed and her pink tongue sticking out. It makes him smile authentically for the first time since he arrived.

Itadori Yuuji: FIRST DAY WISH ME LUCK ❤️❤️❤️

Itadori Yuuji: hey the food here’s not that bad

Kento snorts. If she was anything, it was not a picky eater. It was concerning, at times, what she was willing to try.

Itadori Yuuji: hey i know you’re being important and stuff but IM SO EXCITED

Itadori Yuuji: and nervous, of course. i bumped right into an upperclassman and honestly thought i might die

Itadori Yuuji: he’s was enormous kento, like on steroids or something

Itadori Yuuji: he looked at me like he was gonna kill me but then asked me what my type of WOMAN is??? like?????

The texts cut off there and he suspects it’s due to her evening classes. The rapid-fire way she communicates was hard to adjust to; it was like there were several conversations she was trying to have with him all at once and he had trouble parsing through how to respond to the influx of information.

Nanami Kento: I know you’ll do wonderfully, sweetheart…

He pauses, tapping his chin thoughtfully. It’s a new endearment and prior experience told him people can be picky with these things. Wanting to have a term for her that doesn't have sexual connotations, he decides to go for it.

Nanami Kento: I know you’ll do wonderfully, sweetheart. You look lovely and I’m excited for you as well.

Sending it, he deflates a little. It was a rather bland thing to say.

Nanami Kento: So, what did you say your type of woman is?

He rubs his mouth. Wonders if any of the stiffs sharing the hotel have any insight on technology that can un-send a text message that’s already marked as delivered. Much to his dismay, she keeps her read receipts on.

Itadori Yuuji: i like strong women 💪

Itadori Yuuji: with fat asses lol. dude left me alone after i told him

Itadori Yuuji: omg did i ever tell you that nobara and i used to make out sometimes before she got together with maki

Itadori Yuuji: she wanted to practice her ✨technique✨ but it was kinda hot, not gonna lie

Deciding it’s a good time to retire for the evening, he sets the phone facedown on the bed and takes a rigidly cold shower.

(He wanted to give himself a fucking lobotomy. Pour bleach in his ears and shake his head like a dog. There was never a spark of interest between him and her loud manager, but fuck. He was a red blooded male, so of course the idea of sweet Yuuji being intimate with women made his cock twitch in interest. Kento was half hard before he could get the vision out of his head - one of her chest heaving against another woman’s, their tongues tangling as they kissed sweetly…if he wasn’t already in hell, he was definitely paving the way with thoughts like these. Wrinkles lined his fingers by the time he was able to leave the frigid water.)

The conference ends a few days early and he’s almost fervent in his thanks. He takes the longest, hottest shower he can stand when he gets home, still feeling slimy from all the glad-handing. Getting in his car, he drives to the café without consciously deciding to. It would be nice to surprise her, and she’s usually working now. Stopping at a florist down the street, Kento indulges in the romance of it. Who doesn’t like flowers?

Walking into the shop, he inhales the rich aroma of roasting beans and the sweets on display in the gleaming glass cases. It's a smell he's come to associate with Yuuji and it was deliciously pleasant. Though, in his personal opinion, not as much as the soft sweetness of her natural scent. She’s chatting animatedly with her manager - his ears burn and he averts his gaze as he approaches the counter. She spies him, squealing as she runs around the counter to throw her arms around his chest, rumpling the delicate pink hydrangeas.

“Kento! Oh my god, you’re back early!” she gushes, beaming up at him. His answering smile is slow as he reaches for her elbow, steadying her as she bounces on the balls of her feet. He raises the bouquet with a wry smile and she coos, leaning in to inhale the floral perfume. She’s pulling a lock of hair up to them. “Aww, they match my hair.” All he wants to do is pull her into his arms but his phone rings shrilly. Sighing through his nose, he slides it out of his pocket to see the name of one of his subordinates flashing across the screen. Muttering an apology, he steps to a quiet corner of the bar, Yuuji’s open expression curious as she blatantly eavesdrops.

“What do you need?” The man’s voice is grating in his ear as he asks if he got the contact information for one of their key clients. “Of course not. That was your responsibility.” He stutters, complaining that the man had given him a business card but it got damaged when one of the other associates spilled his beer on it. “How disappointing. Then I’d have to suggest you do your job and correct your mistake. Can you do that?” Kento knows his tone is veering out of blandly polite territory, quickly becoming clipped.

Sullen since. A muttered assent and Kento's ending the call, nostrils flaring in irritation. Glancing over he sees Yuuji gaping at him, a little dazed.

“Sorry about that,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose to stem the headache he feels building. “Even though I’m back early, it never seems to end.”

She makes a sympathetic noise, rubbing his arm. Some of the tension holding his shoulders eases.

“Do you have to go?”

“Unfortunately yes,” he says, hating the disappointment in her tone. “I have something for you that will make up for it, I think.”

“Eh? Really?” Never one to turn down a gift, her eyes are bright with excitement. Fingering the small item in his pocket, he wonders if maybe this was too much. It’s been almost four months. There was a good portion of her wardrobe in his drawers at home. Feminine toiletries and cosmetics shared space with his in the bathroom. It wasn’t a gift, it was a question. Is she ready for this?

“I’ve been thinking,” he starts, pulling his closed fist out to turn the key over in his hands. Hers fly to her mouth as her gaze darts between the gleaming silver key and his face. “It’d be much easier for you to be able to let yourself in and out. You can sleep in in the mornings now.”

Something flickers in her expression but then she’s grinning sweetly up at him, taking the key from his fingers and holding it to her chest.

“I would love that, Kento,” she whispers, leaning up on her toes like she wants to steal a kiss. He rests a heavy hand on her shoulder, thumb stroking up her neck. Never able to resist touching her once he started, he takes a single step closer. It’s still not indecent for her place of employment, so he goes a little further and presses a chaste kiss to her forehead. Cherishes the way her long lashes flutter shut, how she tilts forward to meet him, every time.

(That went well he thinks, driving recklessly through the horrific afternoon traffic. His phone wouldn’t stop fucking ringing. He told Yuuji to go to his apartment when her shift was over, told her he'd meet her there as soon as this was dealt with. Kento had only hired them in the first place so he could spend more time with her. The leather of the steering wheel cracked a little under his grip. There were negligent assistants to be dealt with before he could make her fantasy a reality. He very sincerely hoped she could handle it. His blood pressure was already rising in annoyance, the thread of his control very near snapping.)

It’s quiet when he finally returns home, darkness having fallen around the city. Yuuji is curled up in one of the large chairs flanking the desk, wearing one of his blue button downs. It's huge on her, draping over her hands that she's resting her head on. Fast asleep. His fingers twitch as he slowly lowers his shoulder, sighing a little as he stares down at her. Affection wars with disappointment in his gut; she looked so sweet like this and he felt guilty knowing she fell asleep waiting for him to come home. That was what he was actively trying to avoid.

Stroking her hair out of her face, he gently nudges her awake, murmuring her name. She comes to with a sleepy hum, blinking slowly up at him.

"You're home," she mumbles, smile breaking into a yawn. "I missed you."

Heart thrumming in his chest - home - he echoes the sentiment back as he lifts her warm weight up into his arms. Sighing happily, she snuggles closer, pressing a kiss to the hand wrapped around her arm.

Yuuji's eyes snag on the desk before he could even make for the door and she stops him by wriggling out of his grasp. Of course, how could he forget? Always so impatient, it didn’t matter if she was still only half awake. Swallowing, he eyes the way her small hands cup the edges of the sleeve, bunching the long fabric in her palm. Kento looks her in the eyes, cocking his head in question. They didn’t need to ask out loud anymore, not for this, already so in tune with each other's wants. She blinks rapidly then nods, biting at her lip. That’s all the answer he needs and he cracks his neck, rolling his shoulders as he stalks over to her.

“Little thief,” he says, voice dropping low as catches the hem between his fingers, knuckles skimming her warm skin. He doesn’t miss the way her muscles jump. “There’s almost an entire dresser full of your own clothes and you still feel the need to take mine?”

“It- it smells like you,” she admits, chin tucking to her chest.

Cute.

Her cheeks darken and he realizes he said it out loud. Jaw ticking, he drags her to the other side, keeping her between him and the desk. Sinking down in his chair, Kento regards her until she’s fidgeting. Yuuji knows by now to not talk, to try to be patient. Knows she’ll be rewarded if she behaves - not that it always mattered, golden eyes flashing at him in defiance when she was in the mood to be punished.

Not now though, and he smirks, dragging his thumb under his lip as he contemplates her. Her flush has spread to her chest but she’s remarkably determined, almost dogged in staying as still as she can. Not that it’s much - she was a force of her own, always racing ahead to forge her own path. Shaking his head slightly, he calls up his frustration. Yuuji didn’t want him to be kind with her right now.

“Turn around,” he demands, catching her off guard. “Hands on the desk.”

She does, almost tripping over her own feet in her haste. He snorts.

“So eager, Yuuji,” he mocks, yanking on her hips until she’s hinged at the waist, gripping the edge as she struggles to find her footing. Kicking her stance wider, he palms the back of her thick thighs. His shirt had ridden up to reveal her legs and just a peek of the curve of her ass. Biting his lip, he drags his hands up, bunching the material at her waist. In a clear attempt to kill him, she decided to forgo panties.

“No underwear and you’re already this wet?” Tutting, he massages up her legs until his thumbs meet in the middle. “Are you that much of a slut for me?”

Kento would beat the living shit out of anyone else who called her that, but her reaction sets him on fire. Her body twitches as she whines, wriggling her hips back. The sight of her round ass swaying towards him is too much and he’s dizzy with how fast blood rushes to his cock. Growling, he holds her still as he pushes up from the chair, bending his knees slightly behind her to grind his erection against her ass. It’s so fucking soft and he kneads it with one hand as he unzips his pants. Hisses through his teeth as he pulls out his cock, sliding it along her cunt to get it slick with her arousal.

“I wanted to feel you come on my tongue, but you just can’t wait,” he grits, lining himself up. He can feel her fluttering against the head as he teases it against her entrance. It feels like her body’s inviting him in, welcoming him home. “Your body is so greedy. It’s only been a few days but you’re desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

A high pitched, needy whine is his only answer. His fingers dig into her hips almost violently, snapping his hips forward, burying himself until his balls slap against her. He’s too focused on the way her ass jiggles, the fever-warmth of her cunt as it stretches around him. It’s maddening, every single time, and she’s whimpering softly. The force of his thrust has her rising up on her toes, legs shaking as her forearms hold her up on the desk.

The desk… Kento thinks hazily, his forehead resting against her spine as he lazily presses kisses there, giving Yuuji a moment to adjust. A light goes off in his head.

“I’m not doing this right, am I?” he murmurs, standing tall as he walks them forward until she’s draped across his paperwork. It’s a welcome, familiar view. One hand is tucked under her cheek as she tries to keep him in her sight, the other arm splayed out above her. His cock twitches and he watches as her lashes flutter. Pulling almost entirely out, he pauses, breath catching at the way his cock shines in the low lighting. Glinting down at her, Kento leans forward to press one hand to the wood, holding her hip tight as he presses in deep - relishing the way her mouth drops open as she moans low in her throat.

“Is this what you wanted, to be fucked like a slut and ruin all my hard work?”

He picks up speed, groaning harshly, pounding into her hard enough to make something rattle off and fall to the floor with a small crash. It doesn’t matter when he’s utterly focused on the tight heat and her ass bouncing against his hips. He can tell hers are going to be bruised with how hard she’s knocking into the sharp edge of the desk. One of her hands is plucking at her nipple through the fabric as she angles her head, looking back at him almost hungrily. Kento can’t help but to feel darkly smug as her eyes dart across his body, lingering on his shoulders. It must have slipped his mind that he never undressed.

He comes to a halt, pressed deep inside her cunt - and proceeds to very slowly take his clothes off. Basks in her attention, in the way she flutters and clenches around him as he slides the straps of the suspenders down to fall past his waist. Pulls his pants down just enough to keep his balls safe from the steel zipper before leaning into her, grinding his hips against her ass. Yuuji yelps sharply, legs kicking up between his. She almost hits something he’d miss before he plants his hands on either side of her head.

“Settle down,” he snarls, pulling back just enough to be able to fuck into her properly. She was so fucking little and it inspired him to be more creative in bed. It was also hell on his back.

“Too m-much, sir,” she stutters, squirming uncomfortably underneath him.

Immediately standing up, he slows his pace, rubbing circles in her hip. They’re both panting heavily for a moment before she nods. Humbled by the trust she's so freely offering him, he urges her to rise with her hands on the desk as he steps back a bit. She’s looking at him over her shoulder curiously, white teeth gnawing at her bottom lip.

“C’mon, darling,” Kento murmurs darkly, squeezing her hips once before holding them loosely. “Be a good girl and make yourself come on my cock.”

It’s an invitation to use his body, even if it seems like a punishment to her - a deviation from whatever she had imagined in her mind. The shirt is blocking his view and he rips it down the front, buttons scattering across the surface as the ruined material pools around her elbows. Her eyes are wide and dark as she stares back at him over her shoulder; pink hair hanging down one side to brush the desk. Raising his brows at her, Kento pulls out a little more, making her chase him. She does, huffing as she rocks back on his cock. His fingers flex erratically as they moan in unison. It seems to embolden her and she picks up her pace until she’s practically bouncing on him, back arching in pleasure.

“It’s not enough, sir,” Yuuji whimpers, brows furrowed and voice pitchy with need. “I need more, please.”

“I don’t think so,” he scolds, voice hoarse, removing her hand from where it was slithering down to reach her clit. Kento holds it down to her lower back, trapping it there as she whines. “You’ll come like this, or not at all.” It’s - possibly - unnecessarily harsh, but he wants to see her try, to work for her own release.

With that in mind, he still decides to give in to her desperate whines as she grinds back on him. Helping her out, he bends his knees further, reaching blindly behind him to pull the chair over. It sits high to accommodate his long legs, the perfect height for her to fuck back on him more comfortably. Spreading his legs wide, she lowers off her toes, sinking down on him further with a hitched gasp.

“There you go,” he rasps, tilting his hips to angle his cock better - he’s rewarded with a sharp wail and needy clench of her cunt. Kento shudders, bending down to lick up her spine, returning the favor. “Isn’t this so much better?”

She’s nodding rapidly, staring back at him with hooded eyes as she babbles mindlessly - “yes sir, feels so good, oh my god, you’re so deep” - before her head drops forward as she rolls her hips in way that has them both groaning.

Kento thinks his eyes roll back in his head a little. Leaning back in the chair as he lets her do the work, he doesn’t miss the sweat glistening on her back as she moves, undulating sensually in the warm light. It illuminates her golden skin and he releases her hand to glide his own up to grip her neck in a loose fist. Her back arches as she struggles to support her weight as her legs start trembling violently. The slick, teasing drag as she uses him sends heat licking up his spine. He moans loudly when she rocks back harder, pushing against the desk to chase her own pleasure. Her pussy is like a vice around him, and he feels the exact moment she comes - so forcefully it practically blinds him - her arms trembling before slumping down on the desk with a surprised cry and a gush of wetness dripping between them.

The force of his own orgasm knocks the air from his lungs, and he’s gripping her hips tight to him as he moans shakily against her skin. It’s a long moment before he can stand and he brushes his lips across her skin. The words are silent, mouthed into the soft skin of her neck: I love you I love you I love you.

They’re breathing harshly, loudly, in the otherwise silent room. Slipping out of her - wincing as he stuffs himself back in his briefs - he tugs his pants up slightly as he stares down at her shivering form. Glazed brown eyes drag up to meet his. There’s a small line of drool hanging from her open mouth that amuses him. Yuuji smiles blearily up at him, reaching a hand back to thread her fingers through his.

(Kento had drawn a bath afterwards, settled their bodies in the hot, soapy water. Washed every inch of her with a soft bath towel until she was fully relaxed and practically purring in his arms. It had been intense for them both to push her boundaries. It was obvious in the way she clung to him in the large tub - her ear pressed to his chest, listening to the uneven thump of his heart as her body draped over his. The pink tangle of her bun tickled his chin but he ignored it, savoring the warm slippery glide of their skin. He could have sworn she was tracing hearts over his chest through the bubbles.)