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executive summary :
⤷ In which you refuse to align sex with anything more than an act committed for the benefit of status gain. You’re a whore by choice and it works… until it doesn’t?
file contents :
⤷ afab!reader, language, drinking, flirting, sexual tension, & a very patient Kusakabe, etc. wc: 5.2k
associated parties (pairings) :
⤷ jjk (office) men x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, higuruma x f!reader, shiu x f!reader, kusakabe x f!reader, & ino x f!reader, (brief yaga x f!reader).
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——SPOILER ALERT, YOU DO END UP doing something with your assistant that night. Though, if anyone asks you, it was a complete accident! You didn’t mean to end the night with his head in between your thighs and his tongue working your cunt like a man starved but… when he offered to ‘help’ you, you just couldn’t resist.
Who would resist a man like Kusakabe when he’s so fucking attentive. He hangs off of your every word even more when the two of you are outside of the office. And (un)fortunately for him, you are quite the talker with a bit of alcohol in your system.
It’s almost humorous, really. The way you tell him things without him even asking as the two of you sit at a bar together later that night after work. Not even twenty minutes passed after you began drinking and you were already singing like a canary, spilling out all sorts of details concerning your sex-life troubles.
It’s kind of embarrassing to look back on but in the moment you truly couldn’t hold yourself back. The moment he said, “So, you gonna tell me what was bothering you today or did you come all the way out here in hopes I’d forget about it?” You knew you were fucked.
You didn’t even hesitate, a small knowing smile had spread across your liquor-slicked lips right as you took another sip of your perfectly crafted drink and began your rambling. “I haven’t had sex.” You’d told him bluntly.
The words spilled out of your mouth faster than the alcohol had even settled into your system. You don’t even know if that drink had affected you yet—and with the way the truth came out, it honestly seemed like you’d been dying to tell him that.
Kusakabe couldn’t help but clear his throat, huffing out a laugh to hide his surprise at your bluntness. “You-, you haven't had sex?” He snickered a bit, moving his hand to wipe the smile off his face before resting his cheek against his knuckles as he looked at you. “That’s your ‘physical personal issue’? Seriously??”
“Yes,” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders. “Why do you sound so confused? Going months without getting laid is a serious hindrance, y’know.”
He snorts, “For who, you?”
You roll your eyes at his way of teasing you for it but you can tell he’s genuinely intrigued by this whole thing. For one, based on the shock on his face, it was clear he wasn’t expecting someone like you to have issues with… well, this. From his perspective, you seem like the kinda woman who always gets what she wants, when she wants, and how she wants it. To which he’s not wrong to assume about you.
It is true. You do get what you want, when and how you want it. Or at least, you used to before you got into this company and found yourself at some sort of sexual blockage. It’s like when artists experience art block or when authors experience writer’s block—you have the tools to get what you want but, some almost invisible force is preventing you from obtaining it.
With every goal you have concerning one of those stupidly handsome men at that office, there’s something or someone standing in your way. And it doesn’t make things impossible for you or anything, just difficult.
Once Kusakabe gets a hold of his chuckling, you hear the way his laughter airily fades out and his eyes become more sincere with you. “Okay, so… Permission to speak casually, miss?” He asks.
You’re busy swallowing another swig of your drink in hopes of washing away your frustrations before you shrug again. “I just told you I haven’t had sex, obviously you’re allowed to speak casually with me, Kusakabe.”
He shrugs right back at you and his lips curve into this relaxed little smirk, “I was just asking to make sure.” His eyes just barely watch the way you’re going through glass after glass at a slightly alarming rate, wondering at what point he should get you to slow down. “So, how long’s it been?” He asks.
You tip your head back a bit as you let your most recent gulp simper against your throat, humming slightly at the feeling of that first buzz radiating throughout your body. “Uhhh, like… four-, no, maybe five months?” You tell him.
Kusakabe simply nods his head and takes in your words for a moment. Then he scoffs faintly, “Damn. M’guessing it’s getting unbearable now or something?”
“You have no idea,” You sigh. Based on the slur in your voice, he should’ve known to stop you from talking here. “My fingers aren’t cutting it anymore,” He watches as you push away your now empty glass, your third glass might he add, and then slump your head down onto the cool bar. “And the toys I have are fine but, it’s not the same.” You blurt out further.
Your assistant merely bats his lashes at you a couple of times before letting out another sigh. He lifts his head up from his knuckles and carefully moves both of his hands over to you, forcing you to pick your head up, “Okay, first off, don’t lay on that—it’s dirty. And secondly,” Once you’ve got your head just barely held upright, he slides out of his stool to stand. “You’re drunk.”
Pulling away from his hands in protest, you shake your head at him, “No m’not.” You mumble, trying to straighten yourself up in your seat to act like you don’t feel that numbing sensation thrumming through your veins right now. Then you extend your hands out and lightly push him away.
His feet barely move back against the floor and he snickers at the way you’re acting right now. Kusakabe throws his hands up defeatedly for a moment before burying them into his pockets and letting you do your thing. “Did you hear what you just said to me?” He asks.
It’s slow but, you manage a nod. “Uhuh, I told you I haven’t had sex in months, and that masturbating isn’t cutting it anymore.” You repeat. Part of you wished you were simply tipsy at that moment so you could see the look on his face as your words hit his reddened ears again.
Pushing yourself out of your stool, you knew where this was going and you knew he was going to be that tending assistant you know him to be and escort you home now. It’d be bad for you to sit here saying the things you're saying out loud like that. You represent a decently known company and the last thing he wants is for the wrong person to overhear your drunken rambles.
Unfortunately for him, the moment you stand up, you stumble forward and get closer to him. His hands instinctively move to your arms to brace you but with the way you lift your head and look him dead in the eyes, he could already feel the sweat building up on the back of his neck.
Then came your words, so shameless and unfiltered whilst you stare directly at him, “I need dick.” You drunkenly tell him.
Kusakabe can’t tell if he should laugh or scold you for this. What’s left of his sober mind is telling him to slap a hand over your mouth to stop you from saying anything else like that. Yet, what’s shouting from his tipsy brain is that if he touches you any more than he already is, he’ll just be torturing himself.
Just the thought of clasping a palm over those lips of yours makes him feel dirty. He blames that on what you just said. Maybe if you hadn’t told him about your issue, he wouldn’t be feeling or thinking the way he is. Hell, even with his hands on your arms, he already feels like he’s doing something inappropriate.
Steadily, he lets his eyes fall shut before taking a deep breath to gather himself. With a careful squeeze to your arms, he opens his eyes and leans closer to you just so he can speak softly, “I’m gonna get you home now, okay?”
You blink, almost as if there wasn’t a single innocent thought in your head anymore, and then tip your head to the side, “And then what?” You whisper back to him.
Kusakabe finally lets out a laugh and then respectfully starts to move your arms. He tosses one of them up around his neck and then places a hand on your waist, pulling your body close to his side so that he can walk side by side with you and ensure you don’t stumble all over the place—especially considering the heels you have on right now.
“And then I’m gonna get myself home,” He tells you.
You don’t even get the chance to say anything else before he starts walking with you.
Because you drank more than you initially intended to, there are quite a few details you don’t exactly remember. Like you don’t remember who the hell paid for all those drinks, nor if Kusakabe drove the two of you to your place or if he called an Uber, nor do you remember what other sultry little comments left your lips during the ride home.
And while you don’t remember, Kusakabe was sober enough to handle and recall every little detail. For starters, he obviously paid since he’s the one who invited you out. Then he called for an Uber and rode with you all the way to your apartment complex and he ignored every drunken whisper along the lines of ‘I wanna be fucked’ or ‘you said you’d help me, right?’ since he knew where a reply to any of those would get him.
The last thing he wanted was to entertain any of your intoxicated whims. So, he was pretty much silent during the ride to your place.
Now… he was going to let you walk yourself up to your apartment but after watching you wobble about five steps away from the car, he dismissed the driver and hurried out of the vehicle to help you.
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Which is how he ended up all the way upstairs with you.
You were on his arm again and it took you like five minutes to find the right key to your door, the entirety of which Kusakabe prayed no one would walk by and get the wrong idea because all he wanted to do was watch you get in safe.
Then he was gonna call another Uber and head home. That was the plan. Nice and simple.
But, of course, dealing with a drunk you is something he could have never prepared for.
As soon as you unlock your door—which he had to guide your hand through because you were too busy mumbling god knows what and missing the keyhole over and over—he let you walk inside and he was about to pull your door shut for you but you turned around and grabbed him by the tie before tugging him right inside.
Just his luck, really. After pulling him in, you shut your door behind him and locked it with a simple utterance of, “Stay.”
He doesn’t know why he listened to you or what the hell was wrong with him but, at that moment he didn’t move a muscle. The only thing in motion were his eyes as he watched you back away from him and walk around your dark apartment.
It took you a moment to flick some lights on and it wasn’t until he saw you kicking your shoes off in the middle of your walkway that he let out a long sigh. At least you weren’t all over him or doing anything out of pocket. Then you walked over to your living room and that’s when he finally willed himself to move away from your front door.
Your apartment was pretty big but, he’d been over enough times to remember the layout well enough. Which is why when you rounded the corner into your living room instead of heading in the direction of your bedroom, he was naturally concerned.
Once he made his way around that short corner, he spots you laid out against your couch in the most uncomfortable-looking position imaginable. With the way you were laying, you were bound to have all sorts of body aches the next morning if he left you like that—not to mention the layers of work clothes you still had on.
Kusakabe nearly curses himself for caring so much. Yet, the fact that you commend him for any, if not all, small acts of kindness he does for you is one thing that keeps him motivated to move and carry himself on over to you.
He finds himself standing in front of your couch now, tilting his head as he looks down at the way you’ve got your head angled. The way you were laying genuinely looked like it hurt already. Yet there you were with your eyes closed and your body idle.
“Ma’am,” He calls out slowly. “You can’t sleep like that, c’mon, get up.”
You barely move your hand to dismiss him, “Leave me…”
His shoulders sink a bit and he tries not to laugh at you again, “You’re gonna wake up upset if I leave you like this.”
“Why?” You mumble into the couch cushions.
Kusakabe crouches down, “‘Cause you’re laying in the most ridiculous position I’ve ever seen.” Then he extends his arm out a bit and lightly taps you on your shoulder, “At least fix yourself.”
With a groan, you shuffle against the couch to turn your body around to face him, properly bringing the rest of your leg onto the couch and bundling yourself up slightly. Your eyelids peel open and you notice he’s now eye level with you, keeping his head tilted so that he can look at your face properly.
“Happy now?” You ask sarcastically.
“Almost,” He replies, “Jus’ need you to get up now.”
You roll your eyes, “Ugh, why? I’m laying down properly, what more do you want from me?”
Kusakabe cracks a grin before straightening the way he’s holding his head, “You can’t sleep in those clothes.”
“...Oh,” You instantly frown at him. Then, it’s steady but you manage to draw a smirk onto your face as you move against the couch to lay on your back, “So, you wanna see me naked then?”
He snorts, “That’s not what I said.”
“That’s what I heard.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Only a lil’ bit.”
“Sure, beautiful,” Kusakabe says all too casually.
Before you could even work up some sort of reply to him, he was already placing his hands on his knees and pushing himself to stand up straight, “Alright, get up so I can help you to your room.”
Scoffing at him, you shut your eyes again, “No.”
“You’re really gonna make me do this, huh?” You hear him say.
“Do what—hey,” You’re cut off by two surprisingly strong arms scooping your body up from the couch as if you didn’t weigh a thing.
Then your eyes fly open and you’re met with your assistant’s face much closer to yours. He’s holding you in a princess carry and doesn’t even bother to look at you as he starts walking.
You keep your arms folded beneath your chest the entire time he carries you, considering the fact that you were quite comfortable where you were until he decided to move you all rudely. His hands hold you tight and you don’t think for even a moment that falling from his arms is a possibility.
Kusakabe carries you out of your living room and off to your bedroom without one word, lightly tossing you down onto your mattress in what felt like the blink of an eye. You land with a little huff and he remains silent as he turns for your nearby drawers.
“Which one do you keep your night clothes in?” He asks eventually.
He’s got his back to you now so he misses the way you sit up and swing your legs off the bed, kicking your feet back and forth in thought for a moment. Your lack of a response makes him look back over his shoulder and when he notices you stuck in your head, he rolls his eyes and starts opening drawers.
As he does so, he’s muttering all sorts of things to himself—wondering why the hell he cares this much. You were in your room safely; that was his main goal, so does he really need you to change? Hell, he can only imagine how much of a hassle you’re going to give him trying to get you professionally out of your clothes and into something more comfortable.
The sound of something soft hitting the floor suddenly makes him turn back to you again but this time his breath gets caught in his throat and he immediately averts his eyes and shoots up to his feet.
He’d been met with the sight of your back profile, shirt and bra completely discarded to the floor, and hands moving to work your pants off next so, he doesn’t think he could’ve turned his head away from you any faster.
Kusakabe can feel his heart picking up and he almost doesn’t want to say anything. But, he knows he can’t stay here after that so, “I’m gonna leave now, miss. I’ll see you tomorrow morn—”
“No,” You decline.
All he can do at this point is look up to your ceiling because what the hell is he supposed to do with a no? What more could you possibly want from him?
“Goodnight,” He says anyway, despite the stiffness preventing him from moving.
It’s quiet for only a second longer before he hears the sound of your feet shuffling against the floor. It sounded like you walked away so, he carefully glances back again. This time you’re nowhere in sight and your bathroom door is open with the light on. Following this is the sound of water running, assumably from the sink.
Kusakabe lifts a brow and opens his mouth to call out for you but you exit the bathroom faster than he expects you to. Luckily for him, you’re not completely naked like he feared you’d be but you are clad in some expensive-looking white bathrobe.
At this point, he doesn’t know what to say to you. He’s left simply watching you while feeling both confused and curious at the same time.
You walk over to your pile of clothes and kick it over into a vacant corner, nearly tripping over your own feet as you step away from it. Then you spare him a glance and let out a disappointed little sigh, “Fine then, goodnight, ‘Kabe.”
Your assistant narrows his eyes at you, wondering where the hell that nickname came from before he awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck. He’s still unsure of what to say so he keeps quiet as he turns to exit your bedroom.
He barely makes it five steps out the room before you leave right after him and the only reason he doesn’t actually leave your apartment this time is because he catches you heading over to the kitchen in the corner of his eyes and something tells him he shouldn’t leave you just yet.
So, he doesn’t.
Instead, he turns on his heels and paces over to follow you into your kitchen. He walks in at the perfect time because he catches you at the opposing end of your island with a glass placed on the counter and a bottle of wine in your hand.
“Oh my God,” He groans as he walks right on over to you. The bottle is snatched out of your hand faster than you have time to react and you end up standing there with your fingers still curled into the same position as if the item never left your grasp. “Are you doing this on purpose?” He scoffs.
You might still be intoxicated but you swear he sounds annoyed by you now. “Doing… what on purpose?” You ask slowly.
Kusakabe hides that bottle of wine somewhere out of sight before turning back to you, unintentionally coming almost face to face with you as he leans down a bit, “Pissing me off. You act like a child when you’re drunk.”
Standing there, all you manage is a slow blink of your eyes and he thinks he’s about to lose it. “...I’m bothering you?” Your voice is soft now and within the span of seconds, Kusakabe finds himself conflicted.
On one hand, he’s annoyed by the way he can’t turn his back away from you for ten seconds without you doing something stupid, and on the other hand, you keep giving him this look that makes strong waves of heat creep up to his face.
“You could’ve left, y’know,” You add on.
He deadpans. “And leave you here to get yourself wasted? Over what again-, oh, that’s right. No sex.” Kusakabe makes his voice a bit higher just to mock your earlier confession to him.
You’re not exactly fond of him doing so, “If you’re jus’ gonna make fun of me for it then I regret telling you anything.”
You don’t know how he does it but, he has a surprising amount of patience with you. Hence why he allows himself to grin at you and soften his tone, “I’m not making fun of you.”
“You mocked me.”
“I did, but I-,” He cuts himself off with a sigh—probably the millionth one of the night, “Okay, listen. You’re gonna go back to your bed and go to sleep and I’m gonna leave. It’s late.” He says simply.
You shrug, “I’m not tired.”
Silence befalls the two of you again and this time he takes a deep breath, working up that patience of his again before exhaling his next words, “...Of course you’re not.” Your assistant straightens himself up and then shoves his hands into his pockets, “Alright so, what do you want me to do then? Huh? ‘Cause I clearly can’t leave you alone in the state you’re in.”
Without even thinking, words come spilling out your mouth, “Stay with me until I sober up.” You suggest.
That’s… actually not a terrible idea, he tells himself. He’s dealt with you so far and the worst that’s happened is you stripping while he was in your room but, seeing as you’re already in something comfortable, that shouldn’t happen again. And aside from that the only thing he has to tolerate is that mouth of yours.
You said some absurd things during the car ride home that he can’t quite forget but he’s doing his best to push that memory back. Plus, he doesn’t know if he just imagined some of the things you said in that vehicle because surely as his boss you didn’t blatantly ask him to fuck you at one point.
…Right?
All things considered, Kusakabe doesn’t take too long to answer you with a casual hum of, “Okay.”
Your eyes practically light up, “Wait, really–”
He moves away from you before you do something silly like try hugging him, and turns toward your fridge. You’re surprised he agreed so easily considering how difficult you’d been—even drunk, you were aware of how much of a handful you could be.
Kusakabe grabs a bottle of water from your fridge and returns to you shortly before pouring some into that glass of yours from earlier. Then he holds said glass out to you, “Drink.”
You stare at the glass in his hand for a moment, your gaze lingering along his smooth skin and your mind wandering back to how those same hands felt on your arms and your legs all throughout the night. From the bar when he’d stopped you from fumbling into him to the way out of the establishment as he held your waist, to his hands hovering over yours and guiding your fingers to the keyhole earlier, and then to when he’d picked you up not too long ago.
Now that you think about it, for someone who’s rather lazy, he does a lot for you.
A pair of fingers snap and you blink out of your thoughts as he thrusts the cup toward you again, “Take it, c’mon.”
You don’t even lift your hands yet, just your eyes as you look up at his face. You’re too intoxicated to read his expression properly but he doesn’t look irritated by you anymore, just a bit tired. He’s even got light bags under his eyes and fuck his skin is so clear, you’re almost jealous. Then there’s those deep brown tufts of hair atop his head—you wonder what it’d feel like to run your fingers through-
The sound of your name-, not miss or ma’am but your name spills past his lips and you don’t know if you’re just drunk but you swear he’s closer to you. Then a finger meets your chin and your head is tipped up, the cool rim of the glass meeting your lips gently as your assistant lets his impatience get the better of him.
“Mh,” You hum in surprise as he begins to tip the cup. Water meets your top lip just barely before you open your mouth and take small sips, your lashes batting a bit before you meet his eyes.
Kusakabe looks almost too focused as he makes you drink water. The touch on your chin is gentle but his grip on the glass is tight and you can tell he focusing solely on your mouth. After only a few seconds, you try to pull back a bit in protest—not because you need a break to breathe—but simply because you want to be defiant, and he shifts his palm to then grab a hold of your jaw.
You feel him lightly tug you back to him and his voice is low. “Please just drink for me,” He requests all softly, watching the way you relax your mouth and cooperate with him a bit more. “There you go,” He unintentionally praises, “Can you finish it?”
You give him a slight nod of your head and drink in larger gulps as he continues holding the glass up for you and tipping it as you go.
When you’re done, he pries the cup from your mouth and his thumb moves on instinct to swipe right under your lower lip. You feel the thin of his nail graze you as he does so and you unconsciously lean into his touch a bit more. The whole thing was a lot more sensual than it should’ve been but, neither of you seems too concerned with that in the moment.
You’d kept your gaze on his face the entire time he stared at your lips and both of you seemed a little too caught up. Kusakabe couldn’t help but admire that thin layer of saliva resting on your lip, wondering distantly how it would taste-, how you would taste. You’d probably let him kiss you right now based on the flush in your cheeks and the way you’re looking at him.
God, the moment he meets your eyes he can feel his heart growing heavier in his chest. It was in that particular moment that Kusakabe swore to himself he’d never let you get drunk around him again because he’s definitely not imagining the way you’re looking at him like you wanna fuck him right now.
Not to mention the way you’ve been looking at him like that all night too. It’s like he can read every thought swirling through that pretty head of yours. Sure, you were drunk but, even so, it was obvious you wanted him bad.
It’s with that realization that he retracts his touch from you and pulls away.
With hopes you’ll sober up sooner rather than later, Kusakabe clears his throat a bit while he goes to place the empty glass in your sink and then exits the kitchen. As expected, you come following behind him shortly after and you trail him around your apartment.
He makes his way back into your room and heads straight to your bathroom, shutting off the water you’d left running from earlier and then flicking the light off. You watch him walk over to your small pile of discarded clothes and he picks them up to drop them off into their proper hamper of dirty clothes. He knows you’re following him and watching him but, he doesn’t say a word.
After that he leaves your room and shuts the light off in there too, making his way toward the living room again.
Once he’s in there, he plops himself down on the couch and motions for you to come sit down as well. You don’t protest or argue, having lost your defiant energy since the whole water thing. You can’t even think straight if you’re being honest, and this time it’s not because of the alcohol in your system.
It’s actually him. The way he was looking at your mouth a few minutes ago, rubbing his thumb under your lip with this hungry expression plastered all over his face. How could you be expected to keep your thoughts in check? And that praise, the way he spoke so softly and held your jaw—fuck, your thoughts are becoming more and more lewd by the minute.
You’ve managed to sit down not too far from him and now you’re staring blankly at the TV as he scrolls through channels in search of something to put on.
From this point on, the tension that lay between the two of you was strong. You know he felt it but you also knew that as long as you weren’t in your right mind, he’d never make any sort of move on you.
Hell, even the distance between the two of you on the couch was respectable enough for him to be able to breathe without feeling like he was too close to you. For the first five minutes of sitting there, you can admit you were a bit annoyed that he was so far from you but that doesn’t remain that way for the rest of the night.
After all, he does end up in between your legs…
How you get to that point from here is almost intimate but, it definitely wasn’t on purpose. If either of you are being completely honest, once he’d found something to put on the TV and the two of you sat in silence for quite a bit as you watched whatever media was playing… you should’ve known you’d both fall asleep.
And that’s remotely how everything changed. Despite all your drunk actions and words, nothing could have been more bold than the sleeping version of you who later wakes up with herself positioned right on top of her assistant.
The cherry on the top? He was holding you nice and close—arms around you as you lay your head against his chest and your legs intertwined with one another.
It was probably the most cliche probability the two of you could have ended up in. Now the remainder of the night depended entirely on which one of you would wake up first and how you’d go about handling the position you’re in.
Spoiler alert number two; Kusakabe’s the first to wake up. Well, more specifically, his body is.
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executive summary :
⤷ In which you refuse to align sex with anything more than an act committed for the benefit of status gain. You’re a whore by choice and it works… until it doesn’t?
file contents :
⤷ afab!reader, language, drinking, flirting, sexual tension, & a very patient Kusakabe, etc. wc: 5.2k
associated parties (pairings) :
⤷ jjk (office) men x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, higuruma x f!reader, shiu x f!reader, kusakabe x f!reader, & ino x f!reader, (brief yaga x f!reader).
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——SPOILER ALERT, YOU DO END UP doing something with your assistant that night. Though, if anyone asks you, it was a complete accident! You didn’t mean to end the night with his head in between your thighs and his tongue working your cunt like a man starved but… when he offered to ‘help’ you, you just couldn’t resist.
Who would resist a man like Kusakabe when he’s so fucking attentive. He hangs off of your every word even more when the two of you are outside of the office. And (un)fortunately for him, you are quite the talker with a bit of alcohol in your system.
It’s almost humorous, really. The way you tell him things without him even asking as the two of you sit at a bar together later that night after work. Not even twenty minutes passed after you began drinking and you were already singing like a canary, spilling out all sorts of details concerning your sex-life troubles.
It’s kind of embarrassing to look back on but in the moment you truly couldn’t hold yourself back. The moment he said, “So, you gonna tell me what was bothering you today or did you come all the way out here in hopes I’d forget about it?” You knew you were fucked.
You didn’t even hesitate, a small knowing smile had spread across your liquor-slicked lips right as you took another sip of your perfectly crafted drink and began your rambling. “I haven’t had sex.” You’d told him bluntly.
The words spilled out of your mouth faster than the alcohol had even settled into your system. You don’t even know if that drink had affected you yet—and with the way the truth came out, it honestly seemed like you’d been dying to tell him that.
Kusakabe couldn’t help but clear his throat, huffing out a laugh to hide his surprise at your bluntness. “You-, you haven't had sex?” He snickered a bit, moving his hand to wipe the smile off his face before resting his cheek against his knuckles as he looked at you. “That’s your ‘physical personal issue’? Seriously??”
“Yes,” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders. “Why do you sound so confused? Going months without getting laid is a serious hindrance, y’know.”
He snorts, “For who, you?”
You roll your eyes at his way of teasing you for it but you can tell he’s genuinely intrigued by this whole thing. For one, based on the shock on his face, it was clear he wasn’t expecting someone like you to have issues with… well, this. From his perspective, you seem like the kinda woman who always gets what she wants, when she wants, and how she wants it. To which he’s not wrong to assume about you.
It is true. You do get what you want, when and how you want it. Or at least, you used to before you got into this company and found yourself at some sort of sexual blockage. It’s like when artists experience art block or when authors experience writer’s block—you have the tools to get what you want but, some almost invisible force is preventing you from obtaining it.
With every goal you have concerning one of those stupidly handsome men at that office, there’s something or someone standing in your way. And it doesn’t make things impossible for you or anything, just difficult.
Once Kusakabe gets a hold of his chuckling, you hear the way his laughter airily fades out and his eyes become more sincere with you. “Okay, so… Permission to speak casually, miss?” He asks.
You’re busy swallowing another swig of your drink in hopes of washing away your frustrations before you shrug again. “I just told you I haven’t had sex, obviously you’re allowed to speak casually with me, Kusakabe.”
He shrugs right back at you and his lips curve into this relaxed little smirk, “I was just asking to make sure.” His eyes just barely watch the way you’re going through glass after glass at a slightly alarming rate, wondering at what point he should get you to slow down. “So, how long’s it been?” He asks.
You tip your head back a bit as you let your most recent gulp simper against your throat, humming slightly at the feeling of that first buzz radiating throughout your body. “Uhhh, like… four-, no, maybe five months?” You tell him.
Kusakabe simply nods his head and takes in your words for a moment. Then he scoffs faintly, “Damn. M’guessing it’s getting unbearable now or something?”
“You have no idea,” You sigh. Based on the slur in your voice, he should’ve known to stop you from talking here. “My fingers aren’t cutting it anymore,” He watches as you push away your now empty glass, your third glass might he add, and then slump your head down onto the cool bar. “And the toys I have are fine but, it’s not the same.” You blurt out further.
Your assistant merely bats his lashes at you a couple of times before letting out another sigh. He lifts his head up from his knuckles and carefully moves both of his hands over to you, forcing you to pick your head up, “Okay, first off, don’t lay on that—it’s dirty. And secondly,” Once you’ve got your head just barely held upright, he slides out of his stool to stand. “You’re drunk.”
Pulling away from his hands in protest, you shake your head at him, “No m’not.” You mumble, trying to straighten yourself up in your seat to act like you don’t feel that numbing sensation thrumming through your veins right now. Then you extend your hands out and lightly push him away.
His feet barely move back against the floor and he snickers at the way you’re acting right now. Kusakabe throws his hands up defeatedly for a moment before burying them into his pockets and letting you do your thing. “Did you hear what you just said to me?” He asks.
It’s slow but, you manage a nod. “Uhuh, I told you I haven’t had sex in months, and that masturbating isn’t cutting it anymore.” You repeat. Part of you wished you were simply tipsy at that moment so you could see the look on his face as your words hit his reddened ears again.
Pushing yourself out of your stool, you knew where this was going and you knew he was going to be that tending assistant you know him to be and escort you home now. It’d be bad for you to sit here saying the things you're saying out loud like that. You represent a decently known company and the last thing he wants is for the wrong person to overhear your drunken rambles.
Unfortunately for him, the moment you stand up, you stumble forward and get closer to him. His hands instinctively move to your arms to brace you but with the way you lift your head and look him dead in the eyes, he could already feel the sweat building up on the back of his neck.
Then came your words, so shameless and unfiltered whilst you stare directly at him, “I need dick.” You drunkenly tell him.
Kusakabe can’t tell if he should laugh or scold you for this. What’s left of his sober mind is telling him to slap a hand over your mouth to stop you from saying anything else like that. Yet, what’s shouting from his tipsy brain is that if he touches you any more than he already is, he’ll just be torturing himself.
Just the thought of clasping a palm over those lips of yours makes him feel dirty. He blames that on what you just said. Maybe if you hadn’t told him about your issue, he wouldn’t be feeling or thinking the way he is. Hell, even with his hands on your arms, he already feels like he’s doing something inappropriate.
Steadily, he lets his eyes fall shut before taking a deep breath to gather himself. With a careful squeeze to your arms, he opens his eyes and leans closer to you just so he can speak softly, “I’m gonna get you home now, okay?”
You blink, almost as if there wasn’t a single innocent thought in your head anymore, and then tip your head to the side, “And then what?” You whisper back to him.
Kusakabe finally lets out a laugh and then respectfully starts to move your arms. He tosses one of them up around his neck and then places a hand on your waist, pulling your body close to his side so that he can walk side by side with you and ensure you don’t stumble all over the place—especially considering the heels you have on right now.
“And then I’m gonna get myself home,” He tells you.
You don’t even get the chance to say anything else before he starts walking with you.
Because you drank more than you initially intended to, there are quite a few details you don’t exactly remember. Like you don’t remember who the hell paid for all those drinks, nor if Kusakabe drove the two of you to your place or if he called an Uber, nor do you remember what other sultry little comments left your lips during the ride home.
And while you don’t remember, Kusakabe was sober enough to handle and recall every little detail. For starters, he obviously paid since he’s the one who invited you out. Then he called for an Uber and rode with you all the way to your apartment complex and he ignored every drunken whisper along the lines of ‘I wanna be fucked’ or ‘you said you’d help me, right?’ since he knew where a reply to any of those would get him.
The last thing he wanted was to entertain any of your intoxicated whims. So, he was pretty much silent during the ride to your place.
Now… he was going to let you walk yourself up to your apartment but after watching you wobble about five steps away from the car, he dismissed the driver and hurried out of the vehicle to help you.
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Which is how he ended up all the way upstairs with you.
You were on his arm again and it took you like five minutes to find the right key to your door, the entirety of which Kusakabe prayed no one would walk by and get the wrong idea because all he wanted to do was watch you get in safe.
Then he was gonna call another Uber and head home. That was the plan. Nice and simple.
But, of course, dealing with a drunk you is something he could have never prepared for.
As soon as you unlock your door—which he had to guide your hand through because you were too busy mumbling god knows what and missing the keyhole over and over—he let you walk inside and he was about to pull your door shut for you but you turned around and grabbed him by the tie before tugging him right inside.
Just his luck, really. After pulling him in, you shut your door behind him and locked it with a simple utterance of, “Stay.”
He doesn’t know why he listened to you or what the hell was wrong with him but, at that moment he didn’t move a muscle. The only thing in motion were his eyes as he watched you back away from him and walk around your dark apartment.
It took you a moment to flick some lights on and it wasn’t until he saw you kicking your shoes off in the middle of your walkway that he let out a long sigh. At least you weren’t all over him or doing anything out of pocket. Then you walked over to your living room and that’s when he finally willed himself to move away from your front door.
Your apartment was pretty big but, he’d been over enough times to remember the layout well enough. Which is why when you rounded the corner into your living room instead of heading in the direction of your bedroom, he was naturally concerned.
Once he made his way around that short corner, he spots you laid out against your couch in the most uncomfortable-looking position imaginable. With the way you were laying, you were bound to have all sorts of body aches the next morning if he left you like that—not to mention the layers of work clothes you still had on.
Kusakabe nearly curses himself for caring so much. Yet, the fact that you commend him for any, if not all, small acts of kindness he does for you is one thing that keeps him motivated to move and carry himself on over to you.
He finds himself standing in front of your couch now, tilting his head as he looks down at the way you’ve got your head angled. The way you were laying genuinely looked like it hurt already. Yet there you were with your eyes closed and your body idle.
“Ma’am,” He calls out slowly. “You can’t sleep like that, c’mon, get up.”
You barely move your hand to dismiss him, “Leave me…”
His shoulders sink a bit and he tries not to laugh at you again, “You’re gonna wake up upset if I leave you like this.”
“Why?” You mumble into the couch cushions.
Kusakabe crouches down, “‘Cause you’re laying in the most ridiculous position I’ve ever seen.” Then he extends his arm out a bit and lightly taps you on your shoulder, “At least fix yourself.”
With a groan, you shuffle against the couch to turn your body around to face him, properly bringing the rest of your leg onto the couch and bundling yourself up slightly. Your eyelids peel open and you notice he’s now eye level with you, keeping his head tilted so that he can look at your face properly.
“Happy now?” You ask sarcastically.
“Almost,” He replies, “Jus’ need you to get up now.”
You roll your eyes, “Ugh, why? I’m laying down properly, what more do you want from me?”
Kusakabe cracks a grin before straightening the way he’s holding his head, “You can’t sleep in those clothes.”
“...Oh,” You instantly frown at him. Then, it’s steady but you manage to draw a smirk onto your face as you move against the couch to lay on your back, “So, you wanna see me naked then?”
He snorts, “That’s not what I said.”
“That’s what I heard.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Only a lil’ bit.”
“Sure, beautiful,” Kusakabe says all too casually.
Before you could even work up some sort of reply to him, he was already placing his hands on his knees and pushing himself to stand up straight, “Alright, get up so I can help you to your room.”
Scoffing at him, you shut your eyes again, “No.”
“You’re really gonna make me do this, huh?” You hear him say.
“Do what—hey,” You’re cut off by two surprisingly strong arms scooping your body up from the couch as if you didn’t weigh a thing.
Then your eyes fly open and you’re met with your assistant’s face much closer to yours. He’s holding you in a princess carry and doesn’t even bother to look at you as he starts walking.
You keep your arms folded beneath your chest the entire time he carries you, considering the fact that you were quite comfortable where you were until he decided to move you all rudely. His hands hold you tight and you don’t think for even a moment that falling from his arms is a possibility.
Kusakabe carries you out of your living room and off to your bedroom without one word, lightly tossing you down onto your mattress in what felt like the blink of an eye. You land with a little huff and he remains silent as he turns for your nearby drawers.
“Which one do you keep your night clothes in?” He asks eventually.
He’s got his back to you now so he misses the way you sit up and swing your legs off the bed, kicking your feet back and forth in thought for a moment. Your lack of a response makes him look back over his shoulder and when he notices you stuck in your head, he rolls his eyes and starts opening drawers.
As he does so, he’s muttering all sorts of things to himself—wondering why the hell he cares this much. You were in your room safely; that was his main goal, so does he really need you to change? Hell, he can only imagine how much of a hassle you’re going to give him trying to get you professionally out of your clothes and into something more comfortable.
The sound of something soft hitting the floor suddenly makes him turn back to you again but this time his breath gets caught in his throat and he immediately averts his eyes and shoots up to his feet.
He’d been met with the sight of your back profile, shirt and bra completely discarded to the floor, and hands moving to work your pants off next so, he doesn’t think he could’ve turned his head away from you any faster.
Kusakabe can feel his heart picking up and he almost doesn’t want to say anything. But, he knows he can’t stay here after that so, “I’m gonna leave now, miss. I’ll see you tomorrow morn—”
“No,” You decline.
All he can do at this point is look up to your ceiling because what the hell is he supposed to do with a no? What more could you possibly want from him?
“Goodnight,” He says anyway, despite the stiffness preventing him from moving.
It’s quiet for only a second longer before he hears the sound of your feet shuffling against the floor. It sounded like you walked away so, he carefully glances back again. This time you’re nowhere in sight and your bathroom door is open with the light on. Following this is the sound of water running, assumably from the sink.
Kusakabe lifts a brow and opens his mouth to call out for you but you exit the bathroom faster than he expects you to. Luckily for him, you’re not completely naked like he feared you’d be but you are clad in some expensive-looking white bathrobe.
At this point, he doesn’t know what to say to you. He’s left simply watching you while feeling both confused and curious at the same time.
You walk over to your pile of clothes and kick it over into a vacant corner, nearly tripping over your own feet as you step away from it. Then you spare him a glance and let out a disappointed little sigh, “Fine then, goodnight, ‘Kabe.”
Your assistant narrows his eyes at you, wondering where the hell that nickname came from before he awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck. He’s still unsure of what to say so he keeps quiet as he turns to exit your bedroom.
He barely makes it five steps out the room before you leave right after him and the only reason he doesn’t actually leave your apartment this time is because he catches you heading over to the kitchen in the corner of his eyes and something tells him he shouldn’t leave you just yet.
So, he doesn’t.
Instead, he turns on his heels and paces over to follow you into your kitchen. He walks in at the perfect time because he catches you at the opposing end of your island with a glass placed on the counter and a bottle of wine in your hand.
“Oh my God,” He groans as he walks right on over to you. The bottle is snatched out of your hand faster than you have time to react and you end up standing there with your fingers still curled into the same position as if the item never left your grasp. “Are you doing this on purpose?” He scoffs.
You might still be intoxicated but you swear he sounds annoyed by you now. “Doing… what on purpose?” You ask slowly.
Kusakabe hides that bottle of wine somewhere out of sight before turning back to you, unintentionally coming almost face to face with you as he leans down a bit, “Pissing me off. You act like a child when you’re drunk.”
Standing there, all you manage is a slow blink of your eyes and he thinks he’s about to lose it. “...I’m bothering you?” Your voice is soft now and within the span of seconds, Kusakabe finds himself conflicted.
On one hand, he’s annoyed by the way he can’t turn his back away from you for ten seconds without you doing something stupid, and on the other hand, you keep giving him this look that makes strong waves of heat creep up to his face.
“You could’ve left, y’know,” You add on.
He deadpans. “And leave you here to get yourself wasted? Over what again-, oh, that’s right. No sex.” Kusakabe makes his voice a bit higher just to mock your earlier confession to him.
You’re not exactly fond of him doing so, “If you’re jus’ gonna make fun of me for it then I regret telling you anything.”
You don’t know how he does it but, he has a surprising amount of patience with you. Hence why he allows himself to grin at you and soften his tone, “I’m not making fun of you.”
“You mocked me.”
“I did, but I-,” He cuts himself off with a sigh—probably the millionth one of the night, “Okay, listen. You’re gonna go back to your bed and go to sleep and I’m gonna leave. It’s late.” He says simply.
You shrug, “I’m not tired.”
Silence befalls the two of you again and this time he takes a deep breath, working up that patience of his again before exhaling his next words, “...Of course you’re not.” Your assistant straightens himself up and then shoves his hands into his pockets, “Alright so, what do you want me to do then? Huh? ‘Cause I clearly can’t leave you alone in the state you’re in.”
Without even thinking, words come spilling out your mouth, “Stay with me until I sober up.” You suggest.
That’s… actually not a terrible idea, he tells himself. He’s dealt with you so far and the worst that’s happened is you stripping while he was in your room but, seeing as you’re already in something comfortable, that shouldn’t happen again. And aside from that the only thing he has to tolerate is that mouth of yours.
You said some absurd things during the car ride home that he can’t quite forget but he’s doing his best to push that memory back. Plus, he doesn’t know if he just imagined some of the things you said in that vehicle because surely as his boss you didn’t blatantly ask him to fuck you at one point.
…Right?
All things considered, Kusakabe doesn’t take too long to answer you with a casual hum of, “Okay.”
Your eyes practically light up, “Wait, really–”
He moves away from you before you do something silly like try hugging him, and turns toward your fridge. You’re surprised he agreed so easily considering how difficult you’d been—even drunk, you were aware of how much of a handful you could be.
Kusakabe grabs a bottle of water from your fridge and returns to you shortly before pouring some into that glass of yours from earlier. Then he holds said glass out to you, “Drink.”
You stare at the glass in his hand for a moment, your gaze lingering along his smooth skin and your mind wandering back to how those same hands felt on your arms and your legs all throughout the night. From the bar when he’d stopped you from fumbling into him to the way out of the establishment as he held your waist, to his hands hovering over yours and guiding your fingers to the keyhole earlier, and then to when he’d picked you up not too long ago.
Now that you think about it, for someone who’s rather lazy, he does a lot for you.
A pair of fingers snap and you blink out of your thoughts as he thrusts the cup toward you again, “Take it, c’mon.”
You don’t even lift your hands yet, just your eyes as you look up at his face. You’re too intoxicated to read his expression properly but he doesn’t look irritated by you anymore, just a bit tired. He’s even got light bags under his eyes and fuck his skin is so clear, you’re almost jealous. Then there’s those deep brown tufts of hair atop his head—you wonder what it’d feel like to run your fingers through-
The sound of your name-, not miss or ma’am but your name spills past his lips and you don’t know if you’re just drunk but you swear he’s closer to you. Then a finger meets your chin and your head is tipped up, the cool rim of the glass meeting your lips gently as your assistant lets his impatience get the better of him.
“Mh,” You hum in surprise as he begins to tip the cup. Water meets your top lip just barely before you open your mouth and take small sips, your lashes batting a bit before you meet his eyes.
Kusakabe looks almost too focused as he makes you drink water. The touch on your chin is gentle but his grip on the glass is tight and you can tell he focusing solely on your mouth. After only a few seconds, you try to pull back a bit in protest—not because you need a break to breathe—but simply because you want to be defiant, and he shifts his palm to then grab a hold of your jaw.
You feel him lightly tug you back to him and his voice is low. “Please just drink for me,” He requests all softly, watching the way you relax your mouth and cooperate with him a bit more. “There you go,” He unintentionally praises, “Can you finish it?”
You give him a slight nod of your head and drink in larger gulps as he continues holding the glass up for you and tipping it as you go.
When you’re done, he pries the cup from your mouth and his thumb moves on instinct to swipe right under your lower lip. You feel the thin of his nail graze you as he does so and you unconsciously lean into his touch a bit more. The whole thing was a lot more sensual than it should’ve been but, neither of you seems too concerned with that in the moment.
You’d kept your gaze on his face the entire time he stared at your lips and both of you seemed a little too caught up. Kusakabe couldn’t help but admire that thin layer of saliva resting on your lip, wondering distantly how it would taste-, how you would taste. You’d probably let him kiss you right now based on the flush in your cheeks and the way you’re looking at him.
God, the moment he meets your eyes he can feel his heart growing heavier in his chest. It was in that particular moment that Kusakabe swore to himself he’d never let you get drunk around him again because he’s definitely not imagining the way you’re looking at him like you wanna fuck him right now.
Not to mention the way you’ve been looking at him like that all night too. It’s like he can read every thought swirling through that pretty head of yours. Sure, you were drunk but, even so, it was obvious you wanted him bad.
It’s with that realization that he retracts his touch from you and pulls away.
With hopes you’ll sober up sooner rather than later, Kusakabe clears his throat a bit while he goes to place the empty glass in your sink and then exits the kitchen. As expected, you come following behind him shortly after and you trail him around your apartment.
He makes his way back into your room and heads straight to your bathroom, shutting off the water you’d left running from earlier and then flicking the light off. You watch him walk over to your small pile of discarded clothes and he picks them up to drop them off into their proper hamper of dirty clothes. He knows you’re following him and watching him but, he doesn’t say a word.
After that he leaves your room and shuts the light off in there too, making his way toward the living room again.
Once he’s in there, he plops himself down on the couch and motions for you to come sit down as well. You don’t protest or argue, having lost your defiant energy since the whole water thing. You can’t even think straight if you’re being honest, and this time it’s not because of the alcohol in your system.
It’s actually him. The way he was looking at your mouth a few minutes ago, rubbing his thumb under your lip with this hungry expression plastered all over his face. How could you be expected to keep your thoughts in check? And that praise, the way he spoke so softly and held your jaw—fuck, your thoughts are becoming more and more lewd by the minute.
You’ve managed to sit down not too far from him and now you’re staring blankly at the TV as he scrolls through channels in search of something to put on.
From this point on, the tension that lay between the two of you was strong. You know he felt it but you also knew that as long as you weren’t in your right mind, he’d never make any sort of move on you.
Hell, even the distance between the two of you on the couch was respectable enough for him to be able to breathe without feeling like he was too close to you. For the first five minutes of sitting there, you can admit you were a bit annoyed that he was so far from you but that doesn’t remain that way for the rest of the night.
After all, he does end up in between your legs…
How you get to that point from here is almost intimate but, it definitely wasn’t on purpose. If either of you are being completely honest, once he’d found something to put on the TV and the two of you sat in silence for quite a bit as you watched whatever media was playing… you should’ve known you’d both fall asleep.
And that’s remotely how everything changed. Despite all your drunk actions and words, nothing could have been more bold than the sleeping version of you who later wakes up with herself positioned right on top of her assistant.
The cherry on the top? He was holding you nice and close—arms around you as you lay your head against his chest and your legs intertwined with one another.
It was probably the most cliche probability the two of you could have ended up in. Now the remainder of the night depended entirely on which one of you would wake up first and how you’d go about handling the position you’re in.
Spoiler alert number two; Kusakabe’s the first to wake up. Well, more specifically, his body is.
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executive summary :
⤷ In which you refuse to align sex with anything more than an act committed for the benefit of status gain. You’re a whore by choice and it works… until it doesn’t?
file contents :
⤷ afab!reader, language, drinking, flirting, sexual tension, & a very patient Kusakabe, etc. wc: 5.2k
associated parties (pairings) :
⤷ jjk (office) men x f!reader, gojo x f!reader, nanami x f!reader, higuruma x f!reader, shiu x f!reader, kusakabe x f!reader, & ino x f!reader, (brief yaga x f!reader).
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——SPOILER ALERT, YOU DO END UP doing something with your assistant that night. Though, if anyone asks you, it was a complete accident! You didn’t mean to end the night with his head in between your thighs and his tongue working your cunt like a man starved but… when he offered to ‘help’ you, you just couldn’t resist.
Who would resist a man like Kusakabe when he’s so fucking attentive. He hangs off of your every word even more when the two of you are outside of the office. And (un)fortunately for him, you are quite the talker with a bit of alcohol in your system.
It’s almost humorous, really. The way you tell him things without him even asking as the two of you sit at a bar together later that night after work. Not even twenty minutes passed after you began drinking and you were already singing like a canary, spilling out all sorts of details concerning your sex-life troubles.
It’s kind of embarrassing to look back on but in the moment you truly couldn’t hold yourself back. The moment he said, “So, you gonna tell me what was bothering you today or did you come all the way out here in hopes I’d forget about it?” You knew you were fucked.
You didn’t even hesitate, a small knowing smile had spread across your liquor-slicked lips right as you took another sip of your perfectly crafted drink and began your rambling. “I haven’t had sex.” You’d told him bluntly.
The words spilled out of your mouth faster than the alcohol had even settled into your system. You don’t even know if that drink had affected you yet—and with the way the truth came out, it honestly seemed like you’d been dying to tell him that.
Kusakabe couldn’t help but clear his throat, huffing out a laugh to hide his surprise at your bluntness. “You-, you haven't had sex?” He snickered a bit, moving his hand to wipe the smile off his face before resting his cheek against his knuckles as he looked at you. “That’s your ‘physical personal issue’? Seriously??”
“Yes,” You replied with a shrug of your shoulders. “Why do you sound so confused? Going months without getting laid is a serious hindrance, y’know.”
He snorts, “For who, you?”
You roll your eyes at his way of teasing you for it but you can tell he’s genuinely intrigued by this whole thing. For one, based on the shock on his face, it was clear he wasn’t expecting someone like you to have issues with… well, this. From his perspective, you seem like the kinda woman who always gets what she wants, when she wants, and how she wants it. To which he’s not wrong to assume about you.
It is true. You do get what you want, when and how you want it. Or at least, you used to before you got into this company and found yourself at some sort of sexual blockage. It’s like when artists experience art block or when authors experience writer’s block—you have the tools to get what you want but, some almost invisible force is preventing you from obtaining it.
With every goal you have concerning one of those stupidly handsome men at that office, there’s something or someone standing in your way. And it doesn’t make things impossible for you or anything, just difficult.
Once Kusakabe gets a hold of his chuckling, you hear the way his laughter airily fades out and his eyes become more sincere with you. “Okay, so… Permission to speak casually, miss?” He asks.
You’re busy swallowing another swig of your drink in hopes of washing away your frustrations before you shrug again. “I just told you I haven’t had sex, obviously you’re allowed to speak casually with me, Kusakabe.”
He shrugs right back at you and his lips curve into this relaxed little smirk, “I was just asking to make sure.” His eyes just barely watch the way you’re going through glass after glass at a slightly alarming rate, wondering at what point he should get you to slow down. “So, how long’s it been?” He asks.
You tip your head back a bit as you let your most recent gulp simper against your throat, humming slightly at the feeling of that first buzz radiating throughout your body. “Uhhh, like… four-, no, maybe five months?” You tell him.
Kusakabe simply nods his head and takes in your words for a moment. Then he scoffs faintly, “Damn. M’guessing it’s getting unbearable now or something?”
“You have no idea,” You sigh. Based on the slur in your voice, he should’ve known to stop you from talking here. “My fingers aren’t cutting it anymore,” He watches as you push away your now empty glass, your third glass might he add, and then slump your head down onto the cool bar. “And the toys I have are fine but, it’s not the same.” You blurt out further.
Your assistant merely bats his lashes at you a couple of times before letting out another sigh. He lifts his head up from his knuckles and carefully moves both of his hands over to you, forcing you to pick your head up, “Okay, first off, don’t lay on that—it’s dirty. And secondly,” Once you’ve got your head just barely held upright, he slides out of his stool to stand. “You’re drunk.”
Pulling away from his hands in protest, you shake your head at him, “No m’not.” You mumble, trying to straighten yourself up in your seat to act like you don’t feel that numbing sensation thrumming through your veins right now. Then you extend your hands out and lightly push him away.
His feet barely move back against the floor and he snickers at the way you’re acting right now. Kusakabe throws his hands up defeatedly for a moment before burying them into his pockets and letting you do your thing. “Did you hear what you just said to me?” He asks.
It’s slow but, you manage a nod. “Uhuh, I told you I haven’t had sex in months, and that masturbating isn’t cutting it anymore.” You repeat. Part of you wished you were simply tipsy at that moment so you could see the look on his face as your words hit his reddened ears again.
Pushing yourself out of your stool, you knew where this was going and you knew he was going to be that tending assistant you know him to be and escort you home now. It’d be bad for you to sit here saying the things you're saying out loud like that. You represent a decently known company and the last thing he wants is for the wrong person to overhear your drunken rambles.
Unfortunately for him, the moment you stand up, you stumble forward and get closer to him. His hands instinctively move to your arms to brace you but with the way you lift your head and look him dead in the eyes, he could already feel the sweat building up on the back of his neck.
Then came your words, so shameless and unfiltered whilst you stare directly at him, “I need dick.” You drunkenly tell him.
Kusakabe can’t tell if he should laugh or scold you for this. What’s left of his sober mind is telling him to slap a hand over your mouth to stop you from saying anything else like that. Yet, what’s shouting from his tipsy brain is that if he touches you any more than he already is, he’ll just be torturing himself.
Just the thought of clasping a palm over those lips of yours makes him feel dirty. He blames that on what you just said. Maybe if you hadn’t told him about your issue, he wouldn’t be feeling or thinking the way he is. Hell, even with his hands on your arms, he already feels like he’s doing something inappropriate.
Steadily, he lets his eyes fall shut before taking a deep breath to gather himself. With a careful squeeze to your arms, he opens his eyes and leans closer to you just so he can speak softly, “I’m gonna get you home now, okay?”
You blink, almost as if there wasn’t a single innocent thought in your head anymore, and then tip your head to the side, “And then what?” You whisper back to him.
Kusakabe finally lets out a laugh and then respectfully starts to move your arms. He tosses one of them up around his neck and then places a hand on your waist, pulling your body close to his side so that he can walk side by side with you and ensure you don’t stumble all over the place—especially considering the heels you have on right now.
“And then I’m gonna get myself home,” He tells you.
You don’t even get the chance to say anything else before he starts walking with you.
Because you drank more than you initially intended to, there are quite a few details you don’t exactly remember. Like you don’t remember who the hell paid for all those drinks, nor if Kusakabe drove the two of you to your place or if he called an Uber, nor do you remember what other sultry little comments left your lips during the ride home.
And while you don’t remember, Kusakabe was sober enough to handle and recall every little detail. For starters, he obviously paid since he’s the one who invited you out. Then he called for an Uber and rode with you all the way to your apartment complex and he ignored every drunken whisper along the lines of ‘I wanna be fucked’ or ‘you said you’d help me, right?’ since he knew where a reply to any of those would get him.
The last thing he wanted was to entertain any of your intoxicated whims. So, he was pretty much silent during the ride to your place.
Now… he was going to let you walk yourself up to your apartment but after watching you wobble about five steps away from the car, he dismissed the driver and hurried out of the vehicle to help you.
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Which is how he ended up all the way upstairs with you.
You were on his arm again and it took you like five minutes to find the right key to your door, the entirety of which Kusakabe prayed no one would walk by and get the wrong idea because all he wanted to do was watch you get in safe.
Then he was gonna call another Uber and head home. That was the plan. Nice and simple.
But, of course, dealing with a drunk you is something he could have never prepared for.
As soon as you unlock your door—which he had to guide your hand through because you were too busy mumbling god knows what and missing the keyhole over and over—he let you walk inside and he was about to pull your door shut for you but you turned around and grabbed him by the tie before tugging him right inside.
Just his luck, really. After pulling him in, you shut your door behind him and locked it with a simple utterance of, “Stay.”
He doesn’t know why he listened to you or what the hell was wrong with him but, at that moment he didn’t move a muscle. The only thing in motion were his eyes as he watched you back away from him and walk around your dark apartment.
It took you a moment to flick some lights on and it wasn’t until he saw you kicking your shoes off in the middle of your walkway that he let out a long sigh. At least you weren’t all over him or doing anything out of pocket. Then you walked over to your living room and that’s when he finally willed himself to move away from your front door.
Your apartment was pretty big but, he’d been over enough times to remember the layout well enough. Which is why when you rounded the corner into your living room instead of heading in the direction of your bedroom, he was naturally concerned.
Once he made his way around that short corner, he spots you laid out against your couch in the most uncomfortable-looking position imaginable. With the way you were laying, you were bound to have all sorts of body aches the next morning if he left you like that—not to mention the layers of work clothes you still had on.
Kusakabe nearly curses himself for caring so much. Yet, the fact that you commend him for any, if not all, small acts of kindness he does for you is one thing that keeps him motivated to move and carry himself on over to you.
He finds himself standing in front of your couch now, tilting his head as he looks down at the way you’ve got your head angled. The way you were laying genuinely looked like it hurt already. Yet there you were with your eyes closed and your body idle.
“Ma’am,” He calls out slowly. “You can’t sleep like that, c’mon, get up.”
You barely move your hand to dismiss him, “Leave me…”
His shoulders sink a bit and he tries not to laugh at you again, “You’re gonna wake up upset if I leave you like this.”
“Why?” You mumble into the couch cushions.
Kusakabe crouches down, “‘Cause you’re laying in the most ridiculous position I’ve ever seen.” Then he extends his arm out a bit and lightly taps you on your shoulder, “At least fix yourself.”
With a groan, you shuffle against the couch to turn your body around to face him, properly bringing the rest of your leg onto the couch and bundling yourself up slightly. Your eyelids peel open and you notice he’s now eye level with you, keeping his head tilted so that he can look at your face properly.
“Happy now?” You ask sarcastically.
“Almost,” He replies, “Jus’ need you to get up now.”
You roll your eyes, “Ugh, why? I’m laying down properly, what more do you want from me?”
Kusakabe cracks a grin before straightening the way he’s holding his head, “You can’t sleep in those clothes.”
“...Oh,” You instantly frown at him. Then, it’s steady but you manage to draw a smirk onto your face as you move against the couch to lay on your back, “So, you wanna see me naked then?”
He snorts, “That’s not what I said.”
“That’s what I heard.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Only a lil’ bit.”
“Sure, beautiful,” Kusakabe says all too casually.
Before you could even work up some sort of reply to him, he was already placing his hands on his knees and pushing himself to stand up straight, “Alright, get up so I can help you to your room.”
Scoffing at him, you shut your eyes again, “No.”
“You’re really gonna make me do this, huh?” You hear him say.
“Do what—hey,” You’re cut off by two surprisingly strong arms scooping your body up from the couch as if you didn’t weigh a thing.
Then your eyes fly open and you’re met with your assistant’s face much closer to yours. He’s holding you in a princess carry and doesn’t even bother to look at you as he starts walking.
You keep your arms folded beneath your chest the entire time he carries you, considering the fact that you were quite comfortable where you were until he decided to move you all rudely. His hands hold you tight and you don’t think for even a moment that falling from his arms is a possibility.
Kusakabe carries you out of your living room and off to your bedroom without one word, lightly tossing you down onto your mattress in what felt like the blink of an eye. You land with a little huff and he remains silent as he turns for your nearby drawers.
“Which one do you keep your night clothes in?” He asks eventually.
He’s got his back to you now so he misses the way you sit up and swing your legs off the bed, kicking your feet back and forth in thought for a moment. Your lack of a response makes him look back over his shoulder and when he notices you stuck in your head, he rolls his eyes and starts opening drawers.
As he does so, he’s muttering all sorts of things to himself—wondering why the hell he cares this much. You were in your room safely; that was his main goal, so does he really need you to change? Hell, he can only imagine how much of a hassle you’re going to give him trying to get you professionally out of your clothes and into something more comfortable.
The sound of something soft hitting the floor suddenly makes him turn back to you again but this time his breath gets caught in his throat and he immediately averts his eyes and shoots up to his feet.
He’d been met with the sight of your back profile, shirt and bra completely discarded to the floor, and hands moving to work your pants off next so, he doesn’t think he could’ve turned his head away from you any faster.
Kusakabe can feel his heart picking up and he almost doesn’t want to say anything. But, he knows he can’t stay here after that so, “I’m gonna leave now, miss. I’ll see you tomorrow morn—”
“No,” You decline.
All he can do at this point is look up to your ceiling because what the hell is he supposed to do with a no? What more could you possibly want from him?
“Goodnight,” He says anyway, despite the stiffness preventing him from moving.
It’s quiet for only a second longer before he hears the sound of your feet shuffling against the floor. It sounded like you walked away so, he carefully glances back again. This time you’re nowhere in sight and your bathroom door is open with the light on. Following this is the sound of water running, assumably from the sink.
Kusakabe lifts a brow and opens his mouth to call out for you but you exit the bathroom faster than he expects you to. Luckily for him, you’re not completely naked like he feared you’d be but you are clad in some expensive-looking white bathrobe.
At this point, he doesn’t know what to say to you. He’s left simply watching you while feeling both confused and curious at the same time.
You walk over to your pile of clothes and kick it over into a vacant corner, nearly tripping over your own feet as you step away from it. Then you spare him a glance and let out a disappointed little sigh, “Fine then, goodnight, ‘Kabe.”
Your assistant narrows his eyes at you, wondering where the hell that nickname came from before he awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck. He’s still unsure of what to say so he keeps quiet as he turns to exit your bedroom.
He barely makes it five steps out the room before you leave right after him and the only reason he doesn’t actually leave your apartment this time is because he catches you heading over to the kitchen in the corner of his eyes and something tells him he shouldn’t leave you just yet.
So, he doesn’t.
Instead, he turns on his heels and paces over to follow you into your kitchen. He walks in at the perfect time because he catches you at the opposing end of your island with a glass placed on the counter and a bottle of wine in your hand.
“Oh my God,” He groans as he walks right on over to you. The bottle is snatched out of your hand faster than you have time to react and you end up standing there with your fingers still curled into the same position as if the item never left your grasp. “Are you doing this on purpose?” He scoffs.
You might still be intoxicated but you swear he sounds annoyed by you now. “Doing… what on purpose?” You ask slowly.
Kusakabe hides that bottle of wine somewhere out of sight before turning back to you, unintentionally coming almost face to face with you as he leans down a bit, “Pissing me off. You act like a child when you’re drunk.”
Standing there, all you manage is a slow blink of your eyes and he thinks he’s about to lose it. “...I’m bothering you?” Your voice is soft now and within the span of seconds, Kusakabe finds himself conflicted.
On one hand, he’s annoyed by the way he can’t turn his back away from you for ten seconds without you doing something stupid, and on the other hand, you keep giving him this look that makes strong waves of heat creep up to his face.
“You could’ve left, y’know,” You add on.
He deadpans. “And leave you here to get yourself wasted? Over what again-, oh, that’s right. No sex.” Kusakabe makes his voice a bit higher just to mock your earlier confession to him.
You’re not exactly fond of him doing so, “If you’re jus’ gonna make fun of me for it then I regret telling you anything.”
You don’t know how he does it but, he has a surprising amount of patience with you. Hence why he allows himself to grin at you and soften his tone, “I’m not making fun of you.”
“You mocked me.”
“I did, but I-,” He cuts himself off with a sigh—probably the millionth one of the night, “Okay, listen. You’re gonna go back to your bed and go to sleep and I’m gonna leave. It’s late.” He says simply.
You shrug, “I’m not tired.”
Silence befalls the two of you again and this time he takes a deep breath, working up that patience of his again before exhaling his next words, “...Of course you’re not.” Your assistant straightens himself up and then shoves his hands into his pockets, “Alright so, what do you want me to do then? Huh? ‘Cause I clearly can’t leave you alone in the state you’re in.”
Without even thinking, words come spilling out your mouth, “Stay with me until I sober up.” You suggest.
That’s… actually not a terrible idea, he tells himself. He’s dealt with you so far and the worst that’s happened is you stripping while he was in your room but, seeing as you’re already in something comfortable, that shouldn’t happen again. And aside from that the only thing he has to tolerate is that mouth of yours.
You said some absurd things during the car ride home that he can’t quite forget but he’s doing his best to push that memory back. Plus, he doesn’t know if he just imagined some of the things you said in that vehicle because surely as his boss you didn’t blatantly ask him to fuck you at one point.
…Right?
All things considered, Kusakabe doesn’t take too long to answer you with a casual hum of, “Okay.”
Your eyes practically light up, “Wait, really–”
He moves away from you before you do something silly like try hugging him, and turns toward your fridge. You’re surprised he agreed so easily considering how difficult you’d been—even drunk, you were aware of how much of a handful you could be.
Kusakabe grabs a bottle of water from your fridge and returns to you shortly before pouring some into that glass of yours from earlier. Then he holds said glass out to you, “Drink.”
You stare at the glass in his hand for a moment, your gaze lingering along his smooth skin and your mind wandering back to how those same hands felt on your arms and your legs all throughout the night. From the bar when he’d stopped you from fumbling into him to the way out of the establishment as he held your waist, to his hands hovering over yours and guiding your fingers to the keyhole earlier, and then to when he’d picked you up not too long ago.
Now that you think about it, for someone who’s rather lazy, he does a lot for you.
A pair of fingers snap and you blink out of your thoughts as he thrusts the cup toward you again, “Take it, c’mon.”
You don’t even lift your hands yet, just your eyes as you look up at his face. You’re too intoxicated to read his expression properly but he doesn’t look irritated by you anymore, just a bit tired. He’s even got light bags under his eyes and fuck his skin is so clear, you’re almost jealous. Then there’s those deep brown tufts of hair atop his head—you wonder what it’d feel like to run your fingers through-
The sound of your name-, not miss or ma’am but your name spills past his lips and you don’t know if you’re just drunk but you swear he’s closer to you. Then a finger meets your chin and your head is tipped up, the cool rim of the glass meeting your lips gently as your assistant lets his impatience get the better of him.
“Mh,” You hum in surprise as he begins to tip the cup. Water meets your top lip just barely before you open your mouth and take small sips, your lashes batting a bit before you meet his eyes.
Kusakabe looks almost too focused as he makes you drink water. The touch on your chin is gentle but his grip on the glass is tight and you can tell he focusing solely on your mouth. After only a few seconds, you try to pull back a bit in protest—not because you need a break to breathe—but simply because you want to be defiant, and he shifts his palm to then grab a hold of your jaw.
You feel him lightly tug you back to him and his voice is low. “Please just drink for me,” He requests all softly, watching the way you relax your mouth and cooperate with him a bit more. “There you go,” He unintentionally praises, “Can you finish it?”
You give him a slight nod of your head and drink in larger gulps as he continues holding the glass up for you and tipping it as you go.
When you’re done, he pries the cup from your mouth and his thumb moves on instinct to swipe right under your lower lip. You feel the thin of his nail graze you as he does so and you unconsciously lean into his touch a bit more. The whole thing was a lot more sensual than it should’ve been but, neither of you seems too concerned with that in the moment.
You’d kept your gaze on his face the entire time he stared at your lips and both of you seemed a little too caught up. Kusakabe couldn’t help but admire that thin layer of saliva resting on your lip, wondering distantly how it would taste-, how you would taste. You’d probably let him kiss you right now based on the flush in your cheeks and the way you’re looking at him.
God, the moment he meets your eyes he can feel his heart growing heavier in his chest. It was in that particular moment that Kusakabe swore to himself he’d never let you get drunk around him again because he’s definitely not imagining the way you’re looking at him like you wanna fuck him right now.
Not to mention the way you’ve been looking at him like that all night too. It’s like he can read every thought swirling through that pretty head of yours. Sure, you were drunk but, even so, it was obvious you wanted him bad.
It’s with that realization that he retracts his touch from you and pulls away.
With hopes you’ll sober up sooner rather than later, Kusakabe clears his throat a bit while he goes to place the empty glass in your sink and then exits the kitchen. As expected, you come following behind him shortly after and you trail him around your apartment.
He makes his way back into your room and heads straight to your bathroom, shutting off the water you’d left running from earlier and then flicking the light off. You watch him walk over to your small pile of discarded clothes and he picks them up to drop them off into their proper hamper of dirty clothes. He knows you’re following him and watching him but, he doesn’t say a word.
After that he leaves your room and shuts the light off in there too, making his way toward the living room again.
Once he’s in there, he plops himself down on the couch and motions for you to come sit down as well. You don’t protest or argue, having lost your defiant energy since the whole water thing. You can’t even think straight if you’re being honest, and this time it’s not because of the alcohol in your system.
It’s actually him. The way he was looking at your mouth a few minutes ago, rubbing his thumb under your lip with this hungry expression plastered all over his face. How could you be expected to keep your thoughts in check? And that praise, the way he spoke so softly and held your jaw—fuck, your thoughts are becoming more and more lewd by the minute.
You’ve managed to sit down not too far from him and now you’re staring blankly at the TV as he scrolls through channels in search of something to put on.
From this point on, the tension that lay between the two of you was strong. You know he felt it but you also knew that as long as you weren’t in your right mind, he’d never make any sort of move on you.
Hell, even the distance between the two of you on the couch was respectable enough for him to be able to breathe without feeling like he was too close to you. For the first five minutes of sitting there, you can admit you were a bit annoyed that he was so far from you but that doesn’t remain that way for the rest of the night.
After all, he does end up in between your legs…
How you get to that point from here is almost intimate but, it definitely wasn’t on purpose. If either of you are being completely honest, once he’d found something to put on the TV and the two of you sat in silence for quite a bit as you watched whatever media was playing… you should’ve known you’d both fall asleep.
And that’s remotely how everything changed. Despite all your drunk actions and words, nothing could have been more bold than the sleeping version of you who later wakes up with herself positioned right on top of her assistant.
The cherry on the top? He was holding you nice and close—arms around you as you lay your head against his chest and your legs intertwined with one another.
It was probably the most cliche probability the two of you could have ended up in. Now the remainder of the night depended entirely on which one of you would wake up first and how you’d go about handling the position you’re in.
Spoiler alert number two; Kusakabe’s the first to wake up. Well, more specifically, his body is.
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hi kami my beautiful baby I need to express something…
I am so fucking obsessed with sukuna it’s unreal especially true form like pls put both inside me at once like i would do ANYTHING to be manhandled and brat tamed by him,if even piss him off on purpose so he’d punish me like all my friends say I’m weird for liking fictional men mostly bc they haven’t watched a single piece of anime in there lives but genuinely I would do anything to be DICKED DOWN by him especially fratkuna and DONT get me started on nerdjo. anyways i love you and ur work never quit or we will have problems BYE LOVE YOU 🥹
hello my beautiful nonnie dear, ur friends just dont get you like EYE do bc trust im right there with ya. i tweak over fictional men so badly it’s not even funny 😩 if y’all saw the way i giggled while my fav character is on screen within any show, you’d gen think smth was wrong with me
also thank yewww i have no plans on quittin’ anytime soon <33
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i feel like if i was a guy id literally be the best man ever like id be tall as hell like 6’3 and have a huge girthy dick (8 inches) because i naturally kinda exude such energy idek how to explain it like if ur watching love island im saying this in the same way corbingpt likes parmetaAI cuz theyre so similar/he sees himself in her i hope im making sense like idkeidjejh 🥰🥰
- choso’s tits nonnie
because of tht last comment i hope yk i read all of this in corbingpt’s voice
HI KAMI! Hope ur doing good! Please could u write for qifrey? Maybe like sub! qifrey getting overstimulated by dom! fem! a little mean in bed reader, and she's teasing him and talking to him maybe w a finger/ couple of fingers in his hole and he begs and his shivery and whimpery and maybe tries to crawl away, when reader drags him back like theres tears nd stuff (sorry i got really turned on when i saw him crawling all wet, soaked in water in ep 9) before reader rides him and hes thanking reader and LORD this man is so fine, maybe also aftercare too? but do wtever u want and make it fun writing for u but this man is so fine and im acc sorry that this is a lot it's a bit self-indulgent but oh well...
I just feel like he shld be taken care of too as well!
so far i have thisss qifrey fic, BUT i will def consider this for the next time i write for him 👀 him crawling around in ep 9 had me drooling too ngl
The people need and yearn for a choso x naoya x reader fic kami the people need your genius to make this come true (choso and reader top naoya btw and he's also got a gag on)
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hallo ! ur one of the best writers i know on here and i absolutely love your fics so much! this was just a silly request and i just wanted u to see it is all but it’s one that seemed cool to share with u and i found it in a tiktok comment section.
i kid you not i have a plot like this in my drafts already 👀👀 i think it’s with toji or gojo, or both but i have to check
Hi hi cutie! I was on your taglist (technically still am?) but I changed my username, so it needs to be updated in your taglist (if you're willing to do that obviously!)
My previous username was cursedkisss and I was on the multi char fics & Gojo Satoru taglist.
Hope you have a good day 🤍
ouuu okay, i’ll be sure to change/update it soon! ty for letting me know <3
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Mk kamiliscious if I ever do write I’ll send it to u. Anyway, wdyt about a Vampire reader X Werewolf Valko?
yay! i’d be supa excited to readd <3 anywhoo, i am very tempted to write for valko but idkkk, i always get sad whenever i think abt how they rlly removed my man 😭
