"what's the matter?"

"oh, nothing," nanami shakes his head, glancing back at his book before you again. he closes it and swings his feet over to sit up straight, now directed right towards you. "i just love mango season."

you snort, rolling your eyes. "really? well, i never see you eating them."

"don't need to," he crosses his arms. "i'm enjoying enough of it right now."

"what──" just as you furrow your eyebrows, you snort in laughter. "oh, you sick dog."

he chuckles. "i'm glad you quickly got it."

kicking your foot out at him in jest, you giggle before feeling his large palm grab at your ankle. he leans forward to grab the edge of the seat and pull it closer to him. eyes widening as your heart starts to race, you're rendered speechless, only able to mutter out, "oh..."

dropping your ankle, he pulls you close to him, forcing you to forget the fruit and kiss him.

he doesn't care about your stained and sticky body, pulling you on top of him as your previously occupied hand goes to travel to the nape of his neck. his mouth is quick to travel and latch onto the sweet path of mango juice down to your cleavage. your sweet moans further stir his cock as he grinds against you, hands falling at your waist to feel more.

nanami pulls at the strings of your bikini bottoms before they fully loosen and you're exposed. grateful for the fencing around the property, he doesn't have to worry about prying neighbors. his tongue tickles your skin, making you giggle before he stops at the hump of your breasts.

your top is the next to be gone when he asks, "why eat the fruit when i can just get a taste it on you?"

completely bare on top of your husband, you press yourself against him and reach for the hem of his swimming trunks to explore undearneath. holding onto his girth, you pull it out and align it with your entrance. he breathes into your skin, "take it easy," as you sink down on his cock. mouth falling agape and eyes closing shut as you take in every inch, you feel nanami's mouth back on your skin when your eyes flutter open.

"yeah," you breathe. "i think i love mango season, too."

⭑S. GETO.ᐟ The Idol

You thanked your lucky stars when Geto hired you as his secretary. You admired him for his professional prowess, how he was able to take struggling, bankrupt business and flip them back into successes almost overnight. He was known, revered, and feared among all the businessmen of Japan. More importantly, he was loved by you.

Geto could do without the admiration or love. All he needs from his employees is loyalty, respect and a little bit of fear. He thinks your crush on him is foolish. It amuses him that you’ll do anything for his approval. His most devout follower. As pious as you are beautiful. And you are beautiful. It’s about your only redeeming quality. You’re terrible at your job. If you were half as efficient as you were in love with Geto, you’d be the world’s best employee. But you can’t do anything completely right. He would’ve fired you ages ago if he didn’t like having you around to look at.

Sometimes he asks the impossible of you just so he can punish you. Maybe it’s not fair but fair is the last thing on his mind when it comes to you. Geto just likes to play with his food, toy with his pretty girl. Your brain isn’t so good for business but your mouth is perfect for his cock.

Every time you make a mistake, he makes you repent on your knees. If the worship you do at his desk counts for anything you’ll have a seat next to God in heaven.

Your latest mistake lands you back at Geto’s altar, bobbing your head up and down his dick nearly choking when he meets your mouth with a hard thrust.

“I really wish you hadn’t cancelled that meeting.” His hand holds the back of your head but not to be gentle, to force your mouth down further until your eyes water. You try to hum to keep from choking. “I only meant for you to push it back an hour for me.”

He leaves your mouth and tilts your head back. “Open.” When you do, he spits a generous amount onto your tongue and you don’t dare swallow it, already knowing what it’s for. Geto likes it sloppier than this when he’s upset. It makes him feel better to see your face ruined with drool and mascara stains.

“M’sorry,” You really are. “It won’t happen again.”

“I think it might.” Geto shoves himself back into your mouth without warning, it knocks the wind out of you but he doesn’t relent, holding your head steady in his hands for his cock. “Think you like having your mouth full of me. So far down your throat that you can barely breathe.”

You do. You don’t have to tell him that, he knows.

When Geto is close, he doesn’t reward you with any of those groans you love to hear when he’s near the edge. All you get is harsh exhales that convey just how pissed off he is before he pulls out and finishes on your pretty face. Streaked with tears, spit running down your chin and now his milky white cum all over your lips.

He smears it all over, tapping against your face with a sick grin.

“Do better tomorrow and maybe next time I’ll let you swallow.”

⭑K. NANAMI.ᐟ The Recluse

There are very few people Nanami trusts to help run his business.

As the CEO of a successful pastry shop with several hundred locations nationwide, it may seem a bit unnecessary to be as closed off as he is but Nanami believes that only he can do what he does as good as he does it. He has no time for the incompetence of others so the less people he interacts with the better. Less chance of encountering stupidity that way.

His ice cold exterior is nothing to your warm smile that melts him every time you come in for work. Nanami won’t leave his office for much else aside from you. Sometimes he makes excuses just to see you. Like calling you up to his office to change the ink cartridge in his printer because he just can’t seem to do it right.

When you politely show him how, for the umpteenth time, he thanks you with a series of sloppy wet kisses on your clit while two fingers fuck you stupid on top of his desk. He mumbles “Thank you, thank you, thank you..” into your pussy like a chant and you tell him that he’s more than welcome. That you’ll help him any time he needs in any way before your words trail off into nothing but moans and a spray of wetness against his chin. His tongue doesn’t stop even when you whine and try to push his head away.

“Nanami.” You cry, you don’t know what to do with how addicting it feels.

“Always so good to me.” Nanami kisses your clit one last time before he rubs your thighs in an effort to soothe you. You can tell he hasn’t quite had his fill because he’s quick to think of another reason to keep you in his office.

“You know, I think there was a problem with the WiFi on my computer too.” He mentions casually.

You lift your head with a tired but knowing grin. “I’ll take a look.”

The problem is simple and easy to fix. Probably because all he did was turn off the router and all you did was turn it back on, but he still showed his appreciation. In fact, Nanami spends the remainder of the afternoon hiding from the rest of the office between your legs.

He’s very thankful.

⭑R. SUKUNA.ᐟ The King

Sukuna built his company from the ground up ages ago with no help from anyone else. It’s his pride and joy. He puts all his time and effort into running it smoothly, ensuring that all his work isn’t for nothing.

So much time and effort that it’s left little room for romance, instead leaving Sukuna chronically single and even worse, childless. In the beginning, he was focused on getting his business off the ground so it didn’t bother him as much. These days though, his empire has grown and he has no one to share it with, making the loneliness he feels echo throughout all the different areas of his life. He needs a wife and he needs kids.

But it’s not like any woman that managed to get close enough to him could even handle his temperament anyway. Sukuna’s a beast and an asshole with all the appeal and charm of a venomous cobra. No, no one could handle him.

No one except you, his spitfire secretary that seems to take whatever Sukuna dishes out and throw it right back at him. It’s like you were engineered in a lab just for him, cut from the same prickly cloth. You’re bitchy and smart- mouthed and he loves that you don’t just bend to his will even though as your superior, you definitely should.

There will never be a woman as perfect for him as you and as soon as Sukuna realizes this, your only job becomes taking his cock in whatever position he puts you in. Bent over his desk, sitting in his lap while he works in his chair, up against the floor to ceiling windows of his high-rise office—wherever he can have you is where he’ll take you, filling you up until you drip with his seed multiple times a day.

It’s hard for you to be smart-mouthed and fire off those quips he loves so much when you’re too drunk off the feeling of his hot cum filling you to the brim.

Sukuna won’t let any of it go to waste either, he needs someone to pass the business down to after all. His thick fingers force it all back inside, shushing you when you whine from overstimulation. “You will be mine. And I will take care of you. I promise.”

When you finally give him his heir, he will make you his queen.

⭑F. TOJI.ᐟ The Sleaze

Toji is a gambling man at heart. It’s the one habit he just can’t seem to shake, even now as the founder and CEO of a popular sports betting app. If he ran the analytics, it’d probably say he was the number one user. Luckily for him, he has money to blow.

He’s flashy with it. Often buying rounds of drinks at the clubs, expensive designer clothes and cars, chartering jets when he has overseas trips. Everyone within a thousand mile radius must bask in his opulence with him.

Especially you. Your pay is grossly over inflated. That’s mainly because he doesn’t give you any real work to do. Any time you ask if he needs help, Toji’s response is usually something along the lines of “Don’t wanna confuse you with all these big numbers, Doll. Why don’t you just run out and get me a coffee?”

He just wants you to sit there and look pretty for him so Toji will often times stop by your desk and drop a few racks of money off on the condition that you use it on another one of those designer dresses he likes for you to wear. Or maybe a pair of heels for those gorgeous legs.

The next day, he’ll eagerly await your arrival, excited to see what you picked out and have you model it for him. His eyes bounce all over you, drinking you in before his lips curl into a smirk. “I could fuckin’ eat you right up, Doll.”

If it were anyone else, you’d report them for harassment. But with Toji, you can’t help but love the way his eyes rake over you like a pervert or the filthy things he says about your body when you wear those tight pencil skirts.  It’s flattering that you can capture his attention like this and make him run his unfiltered mouth.

Every time is the same, he’ll ruin your clothes when he calls you into his office near the end of the day to finally bury his cock into you like he’d been wanting to since you first showed up. “Drove me fuckin’ wild all day.” Toji grunts into your ear, balls slapping against your drooling cunt. “Wondering what color panties were covering this pretty pussy.”

“Mm, they were purple.” You mumble, clutching his bicep for stability.

“Yeah,” Toji chuckles at the fucked out expression you wear. “They were purple, Doll.”

When you finish, he’ll slide another wad of cash into your hands. “Get yourself somethin’ pretty for me to rip you out of next time, yeah?” And the cycle continues.

⭑K. CHOSO.ᐟ The Shadow

If Choso knew you would be the perfect fucking secretary, he never would’ve hired you to begin with.

It makes him sick how quickly he became attached to you, the perfume you always wear, the sound of your voice greeting him in the morning—hell, even your handwriting on the sticky note reminders that you leave all around his office.

—Lunch is in the fridge :)

—Meeting at 3 PM <3 

—Don’t work too hard!!

Choso keeps every single one. It’s pathetic.

He’s like a little puppy with separation anxiety that can’t be left home alone. If you aren’t somewhere in his immediate line of sight or close enough for him to reach out and touch, his body is wrought with a debilitating anxiety that keeps him from even being able to think properly, let alone get any work done. Choso might actually die if you ever take a sick day or a long vacation.

His solution is hovering around you as you move throughout the building and having you work inside of his office with your desk a few steps away from his. Though, you never remain there for long. Pretty soon, you feel his puppy dog eyes staring a hole into your forehead and when you look up, he’s pouting at you like he always does when he wants you near.

“Cho, I have work to do.” You sigh behind your computer screen. He knows, he just doesn’t care.

“Please, I can’t focus.” Choso sounds so needy that it nearly breaks your heart in two. You give in, like you always do, striding over to his side of the office and sitting in his lap when he slides back in his chair from his desk. You’ve never been able to tell him no and mean it.

He rucks up the fabric of your skirt until it rests on your hips and slips your panties to one side so he can sit you on his aching cock. The moment he pushes past the folds of your pussy he whimpers. Choso needs this. He needs you. The way his head clears up is instantaneous. The weight of your body on top of him and your breathless moans in his ear keep Choso grounded.

He keeps you there for the remainder of the day, changing your position every few hours but staying firmly nestled inside you. When you get a little fidgety, his arms slide underneath your thighs to hold your ass in his hands and bounce you in his lap just a little.

“If you ever fucking leave me,” He whispers against your neck, dangerously calm. “I swear I’ll go crazy.”

You just giggle and peck his forehead. “You’re already crazy.”

Choso captures your lips in a passionate kiss that makes you clench around him when he bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

“I’ll go crazier.”

⭑K. SHIU.ᐟ The Work Husband

Neither you nor Shiu knows how it happened, it just did. You came into his PR agency hoping to find a job to hold you over and then Shiu hired you as his secretary slash personal assistant. Somewhere along the line, you two just became close.

A lingering hand on the small of your back when he passes by here, a muffin left on his desk by you there. Not to mention all of the pet names Shiu drowns you in.

—How are you today, Honey? — I’m so proud of you, Baby. — Did you need anything, Sweetheart? — Thank you for the coffee, Angel.

You busy, Princess? He’ll purr it in your ear before asking for a favor and it makes you melt enough to agree to anything. You don’t mind picking up his dry cleaning do you? It’s just so far out of his way... And you definitely don’t mind coming up to his office for a private meeting, right?

Being both his secretary and assistant joins you two at the hip. You’re so inseparable that the other employees at the agency jokingly call you husband and wife. They couldn’t be more right. You bicker like an old married couple and you fuck like newlyweds on a honeymoon all over his office whenever he gets a chance between meetings. Sometimes you do both at the same time like when the work schedule for the next week releases and Shiu has you working on your birthday.

“You’re so mm,” You hold Shiu’s face in your hands while he sucks the sweet spot on your neck. “So fuckin’ annoying. I called off that day you asshole.”

“I know, I’m the worst aren’t I?” He mocks you with a pout, while you try to stay mad at him. It’s hard to do with your legs wrapped around his hips as his dick pistons  inside you and his chest pins you upright against the wall. “Paying you so well and taking such good care of you. Fucking you so good that your eyes roll back. I’m just so terrible, baby.”

“Don’t forget selfish.” You manage to get out before a choked groan leaves your lips.

“So selfish.” Shiu echoes in agreement. His forehead rests on yours, delighted by all the tells that you’re about to fall apart for him. Again. For maybe the fifth time today. “Cause I need my wife by my side at all times and I don’t wanna share.”

Upon hearing the word wife leave his lips in that possessive growl, you come undone, clenching and unclenching spastically around his cock. “That’s it, gorgeous, let me have it.”

Your frown returns as soon as you shake off the post orgasm haze and Shiu almost wants to laugh at how cute you look trying to remain upset like you didn’t just squeeze the life out of him with your orgasm.

“Don’t be mad at me, baby.” His lips quickly press against yours that are pressed into a thin line. Shiu tries again to get you to kiss him back but you don’t budge.

“I want a divorce.” You deadpan.

“Not a fucking chance.”

⭑H. HIROMI.ᐟ The Teacher

Hiromi is technically not a CEO but he is the sole partner of a very successful law firm and to him, that’s a million times better. He’s smart and capable but he just cannot be arsed with keeping things tidy and uniform. When he finally bites the bullet and admits to himself that he needs help running the organizational side of things, he outsources for a secretary and winds up with you.

A previous office clerk with a little filing experience under your belt. None of that experience can prepare you for the disaster that is his filing system. If there’s any sort of method to Hiromi’s madness, you have yet to find it.

One day it’s quasi alphabetical, the next he has things filed in order of importance to the case, then it’s first in first out. You can’t keep up with it at all and the legal jargon may as well be Greek to you. Hiromi, god bless him, he has the patience of a saint and never loses his temper with you no matter how many times you get it wrong—and you frequently get things wrong. You don’t know it but he actually thinks it’s cute how confused you are and how you worry your bottom lip while you concentrate on sorting his papers.

He’s even started to make it a little more difficult for you on purpose in hopes that you’ll come to him for help. It makes him feel a little better about needing your assistance. Hiromi has to hide his glee when he comes back from the courthouse after a long day to see you sitting on the floor of his office with papers strewn about around you and tears falling down your face.

“I’m not good at this.” You hiccup, not wanting to meet his eyes afraid you’ll see disappointment in them. “I don’t understand any of it and I feel like I never will.. so you can just fire me, it’s fine.”

“Oh, who said anything about that?” Hiromi tuts and places his bags down so that he can pull you off the floor and into his arms.

“I keep messing things up. That’s not what you hired me for.” You pout up at him, the sweet girl you’ve been since the start.

“I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Hiromi promises, cradling your face. “You’re a smart girl, you’ll learn quickly.”

It’s incredible how fast you start to catch on when the reward for learning comes in the form of Hiromi’s hands squeezing your waist while he pumps in and out of your bent over form. It’s remarkable how happy Hiromi is to trade being depended on for being wanted by you.

“C’mon, pretty girl, you know this one. Use that head of yours.” Easier said than done when you can barely see straight. You forgot what he even asked you. Something about a subpoena? Or maybe he’d asked you what an affidavit was?

“I don’t— I don’t know.” You slur in bliss and fatigue, knuckles tight while gripped the edge of his desk.

That’s okay. Hiromi doesn’t mind drilling you over and over until you finally get it right.

⭑T. INO.ᐟ The Wiz

Ino is a bit of a wunderkind. The founder of tech startup that just so happened to be a success. All the older CEOs hate him for achieving success so young when it took them much longer but he can’t help that he’s great with technology.

Truthfully, Ino can run his company blind. He doesn’t really need a secretary but he wants you so he keeps you around. You need a job so stick around, trying to be helpful whenever and wherever possible. You alphabetize some things, send a few emails every now and then, take notes at his meetings for him, answer his calls, normal secretary things.

All the things he used to do for himself before you came along. Ino didn’t think about all the free time he’d have in his schedule now that you’ve taken care of so many tedious tasks for him and it leaves him fidgety.

Ino’s no good when he’s like this, bouncing around the walls with untapped energy, and so he adds one more role to your job description: helping him blow off some steam.

You’re happy to assisst your boss in whatever way you can and don’t think twice when Ino instructs you to sit by his computer and spread your legs for him. Two of his fingers slowly dart in and out of your wet pussy (you were soaked the minute you figured out his intentions) while he combs through line by line of code for any breaks or errors.

From the pace of his middle and ring fingers you can tell the objective isn’t really for you to cum it’s just something for him to do to help him focus and stay calm. Despite that, you eventually get there, finally drawing his attention away from his screen. Ino would never miss the opportunity to watch you cum. His eyes are glued to you as your back arches off the desk in a sweet moan, lip caught between his teeth. “Ino, please.”

“I’m almost done, baby just stay right here for me.” He assures you and switches to rubbing slow, tantalizing swirls on your clit. He doesn’t even mean to tease, he’s just so concentrated on finding the problem that’s keeping his app from being functional.

You’re sensitive still so it hardly takes much before your soft little whimpers reach his ear. “I know,” Ino nods without looking away from the computer. He can see you squirm out the corner of his eye. “You’re doing so good for me though.”

Unable to take anymore, your thighs clamp shut as you shake and “Fuuuuuck ohmy—god.” is the last thing you say before you gush around Ino’s fingers just as he finally finds the problem. He licks his fingers clean in satisfaction with his work both on the computer and between your legs.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” Ino punctuates each word of his praise with a slap of his hand on your cunt.

On second thought, maybe Ino really does need a secretary.

you part your kiss-swollen lips to protest. “cant—“ is all you can manage though, before your boyfriend, your best friend, is squeezing your cheeks between his long fingers and frowning down at you.

“don’t doubt yourself, pretty, you can do anything if you set your mind to it!”

pep talk of the century. you’d laugh at him if you had half your mind left, but all you have the space to think about is how he’s never gotten quite this deep inside of you before. you don’t even process the way he’s driven your hips up with his thighs to feel even more of you around him.

so perfect, he calls you. and even though he’s fucking you erratically, once he feels the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, he’s all smiles. sweet glossy eyes brimming with needy tears, flushed cheeks, soft brows… the man with his cock so deep inside of you that you’re seeing stars, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead as you orgasm.

it’s too much. you choke on it, you feel it in every bone in your body and still you crave more of him. you squirt around his cock with a moan made for porn and caleb feels like a hormonal virgin all over again.

click. another pic; one that prints to be fanned out immediately—one hand flapping the print through the air as the other one rubs slow circles on your tummy as he tries to feel himself pushing inside of you.

once it finally develops enough to gift caleb with the sight of your spread legs and the mess of lust between them, you swear he grows even harder inside of you.