｡⋆ʚ♡ another late night at the office
⁺ . ✦ pairing. zenin naoya x f! reader ⁺ . ✦ sum. You're missing an important document for work that you need prepared the next morning. You go into work extremely late, not expecting anyone there. Naoya, your subordinate, approaches you while working, and airs out his complaints and dissatisfaction. ⁺ . ✦ tags ── ♡ ˚⊹︰mdni (18+), misogyny, au- no powers, maledom, femsub, humiliation, verbal humiliation, degradation, verbal degradation, name calling, dubious consent, misogyny, misogynist naoya, perverted naoya, scents/smells kink, unprotected sex, breeding, creampies, rough sex, blow jobs, cúnnilingus/eat me out!(EMO), man-whore naoya, porn without plot, forced proximity kinda, embarassment, office sex, office uniform, fmc is naoya's boss and he fucking hates it, being called a good girl, orgasm edging ⁺ . ✦ wc. 2,755 ⁺ . ✦ an. Heavily inspired by this erotic visual novel (https://sweetmilkgames.itch.io/overtime). Literally the MMC looks like Naoya and I was HOOKED. Honestly such a good lil VN and I suggest playing it!
You loudly sigh as your keycard beeps, allowing you access into your office building. The office is seemingly dead, after all it is close to midnight; yet you rushed over at this hour because of a forgotten file that you need prepared early tomorrow morning.
Your body shivers as you walk inside the dimly lit office entrance, making your way to the back of the building, where the associate’s cubicles are. Your heels echo loudly throughout the hallway, alone in the almost-silence.
You flip the lights on as you make your way towards the back. You sigh again as you make your way to your office space.
You glance over your desk, sure that you left the documents on the desk before leaving for work that day. You move folders, papers, and other items along the desk in pursuit of the elusive fucking papers. They are nowhere to be found, not on top of the desk, inside a drawer, or even in your trash bin.
You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. It’s going to be another long night.
You move the mishap of papers and folders aside and set your belongings down onto the desk. You boot your computer on and wait for it to start up. It looks like you’re going to have to rewrite the entirety of the document from scratch.
The heating kicks on, and you hear the slight hum of the heating unit working to warm up your office. You decide you might as well get comfortable and kick off your heels.
Before you get settled in, you exit your office in search of the employee break room, where a paradise of caffeine awaits you. Well, not a paradise… more like a pot. But good enough.
As you approach the break room, you notice the light is already on.
Weird, you think to yourself. Shouldn’t this be off by now? I’m pretty sure I’m the only one here. Whatever… someone probably left it on. Not my electricity bill, not my concern.
You yawn as you put a pot of coffee on, waiting for the water to heat and brew your coffee. As you wait, you hear a rustling sound coming from the main employee office area. You turn around, trying to peer into the darkness to ascertain what the sound was. Everything is still as you look around, and your coffee pot bubbles and boils, signaling that it is done brewing.
You pour a cup of coffee, add some cream and sugar, and start shuffling back to your office. You make sure to leave the lights on, just to be extra safe.
Back in your office, you plop down onto the desk chair and sit in front of your computer. With a large gulp of hot coffee, you sigh and begin working.
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After about an hour, you determine that the document is good enough and decide to save and print it. You send the document to the printers in the print room, begin packing your stuff up, and put your heels back on.
You grab your bag and make your way over to the printing room. The smell of freshly printed paper fills the air, and the paper is warm to the touch. Satisfied with your work, you tuck the document into a folder, securely fitting it into your work purse. As you put the document away, you notice your keys are missing. You rustle through your purse, to no avail.
Fuck! Where could they have gone?!
You frantically search your purse and find no keys, much to your disappointment. You hurriedly rush back to your office room, turning every object over in a desperate attempt to find your lost keys. As you’re bent over your desk, deep into a drawer searching for your keys, you hear the office door click shut.
“Looking for these?” You hear a man’s voice, slyly questioning you as he spins your keys on its keyring around his finger. You look up to see your coworker, Naoya, standing in front of your closed, and locked, office door with a wide grin plastered all over his face.
“You thief!” you say, as you move around the desk to get closer to him and attempt to take your keys back. “Give those back to me! Why would you even take them? For fuck’s sake, Naoya!”
He continues jingling the keys; he has no intention of giving you your keys back. He clicks his tongue. “Now that is not very ladylike, is it?” He remarks about your foul language. “Ask nicely, and maybe I will consider giving them back.” His smile widens more, as he looks down at you with amusement in his eyes.
You look up at him, flustered, and honestly shocked that he would act like this and speak to you this way. He’s your subordinate, and you’ve always found him to be respectful and easygoing when working with him. You’ve never seen him like this. You will not give him what he wants, and you double down.
“As your superior, I am ordering you to return my personal property. If you don’t, I will have corrective action taken—”
He moves closer in one swift motion, closing the gap between the two of you. His hand covers your mouth, physically stopping you from finishing your sentence. He groans. “That is much better. Women should be seen, not heard, y’know? And I’m getting real tired of you, a woman, flaunting your authority over me. So, here’s what we’re gonna do,” He licks his lips, as he looks down at you with a sinister smile. “You’re going to be a good girl. You’re going to do what I want, and you’re going to do it well; I know you’re capable of it. When I’m satisfied, I will return your keys, and even personally walk you to your car. There are many unsavory types out at this hour, of course.” He chuckles to himself, as your eyes widen in fear…and arousal?
Naoya pushes you against your desk. It’s uncomfortable how much pressure he exerts over you. Still standing, he grabs you by your chin and forces you to look up at him. “You’ll be a good girl, right? We don’t have any problems, right?” His gaze pierces yours, and you can tell with the grip strength of this man that he can easily overpower you. It’s best not to fight back. You think, as you nod in his grasp. “Good girl. There are a few things you should keep in mind though. First, I will not repeat myself. An obedient bitch should always be listening intently to serve men the men around her.” He grins once more, as he peers down at you.
“Second, don’t try anything fucking stupid. Prove to me that you’re smart. Or at least as smart as a woman can be.” You gulp, filling with rage. This guy is a piece of shit, you think to yourself. You know he’s much stronger than you though, and so you are helpless at the moment.
“Third, do what I say--” he begins ,as he leans down to whisper into your ear. “And it will feel good for you too. I know what I’m doing; you’re not my first toy, after all.” He purrs into your ears, before licking and nibbling on your earlobe. “Be good for me, please,” he whimpers into your ear. Even despite this, you know he’s mocking you. He moves along your neck and bites you, leaving a mark where others can see. Asshole, you think to yourself.
He pulls away from you. “On your knees, whore.”
You quickly get on your knees in front of him, looking up to him and waiting to hear what is next on his fucked up plan.
“Good girl. Now unbutton my pants. And be quick with it. I’m already leaking in anticipation.” Your hands move to his belt, unbuckling it quickly. You unbutton his pants, and slide his boxers off along with his pants. His large cock springs out, and a bit of the precum flies onto your face. You swear you hear him laugh at you.
Your eyes look forward, and you take in the sheer size of that thing. It’s bigger than any you’ve had before. Your eyes widen as you realize what’s next.
He places a hand on the back of your head, as he ushers you forward. “Open wide, and no teeth, slut.” You open your mouth as wide as it will go and take in the head of his hard cock. You feel the heat of it, and the saltiness of his precum leaking into your mouth. As you take in more of his cock, he grows impatient. “Now do something with it, bitch. Don’t just sit there doing nothing.”
His hand grips your head harder, and he starts moving your head up and down. The sloppy, wet sounds are the only noises piercing the silence. As you settle into a rhythm slurping his cock and swirling your tongue, he starts pushing his cock deeper into your mouth, reaching your throat. You gag a bit as tears form in the corners of your eyes.
“Such a disgusting sound for a disgusting whore, isn’t it? Deep breaths, pet. In and out. You can do it.” His uncharacteristic encouragement makes your cunt throb, and you take his advice trying to steady your breathing. He gives you some time to adjust to the sensation of stuffing your throat before he continues going in deeper.
“Good girl~” he moans as his grip tightens in your hair. He picks up his pace as he throatfucks you. His other hand grips your throat, and he takes a sick pleasure in feeling your throat get stuffed with his thick cock.
He pumps into your throat erratically, picking up the pace as he approaches the edge. You can no longer breathe as he fucks your throat deeper and harder, and you start pushing against him, trying to get away.
He holds your head steady as he pumps one final time into your throat, and cums deep inside. “Fuck yes, you’re so good at this. Probably the best throatfuck I’ve ever had~” he pants as he pulls out. You cough, trying to breathe again.
“Stand up,” he commands. You follow through, trying to regain your breath. “I’m impressed at how well a dumb slut like you could take me, and for that, you get a reward. Strip. Now.”
You take off your blouse and your skirt. Before you can take your tights, he stops you. “Leave it,” he says.
You look up at him as he grabs your hips and places you atop your desk. He opens your legs wide and rips your tights open. You know better than to complain at this and silently take your losses.
He lowers his gaze as he notices your wet panties. He can tell how wet you are just from the soaked spot you left on them. He grins as he pulls your panties aside, and hovers right beside your cunt. He takes in the smell of your wet cunt before diving right in.
Naoya is not one to give oral, usually he is only on the receiving end. But you impressed him, and he did say you would be rewarded for good behavior. He didn’t actually expect you to do so well when sucking him off, and he felt generous enough. But he mostly agreed to eat you out because of how delicious he thought you must taste. He needed to know, even if it was outside of his norm.
He starts licking your clit, gently at first. You pant and moan as his gentle licks leave your clit wanting more. He notices, and smiles as he picks up the pace and increases pressure. You whimper as his tongue licks harder, covering more of your clit in a swift understroke. He keeps flicking at you, bringing you closer to the edge. You moan and struggle to support yourself against the desk.
His tongue expertly flicks around your clit. He plays with you, bringing you ever so close to the edge before stopping altogether. His hands grip your thighs as he pushes your legs even wider. He needs to taste as much as he can.
He flicks his tongue across the tip of your clit, and you feel that familiar sensation. The knot in your abdomen tightens as his licking increases. You feel the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy wash over you as you cum on his tongue. Naoya laps up your juices, taking in the very taste of your essence. With a satisfied smirk, he moves away from your cunt.
He flips you around, bending you over your desk and pushing you against it. He stands behind you as his legs spread yours open. “You know, he says, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” He lowers himself to your height as his erect cock lines up with the entrance of your cunt. “You’re such a bitch, and it always pissed me off how I had to take orders. Now, you’re taking from them me. Just as it should be,” he coos as he thrusts himself into your cunt. The sudden entry stretches you to your limit, but he grunts in pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Initially, I just wanted to scare you and teach you a lesson, but you’re such a fucking distraction. How can I do anything right when you dress in a tight skirt, black tights, and those fucking heels every fucking day?” He complains as he starts thrusting into you. Your eyes tear up as he thrusts deep into you. You whimper, feeling how stuffed his cock is inside of you.
He groans as you take him so well. “And then you have the nerve to tell me my performance is slacking, and we need to come up with bullshit evaluation plans, and all this shit. But it’s—aahh,” he grunts and stutters, “it’s all your fucking fault. Fuck.” He groans as he pulls out of your sopping wet cunt and forcefully slams it back in. You moan as his cock pulls out of your tight hole and pushes its way back inside. You feel him deep inside of you, fucking your core.
“This is what you deserve. Always fucking blaming me. When it’s your fucking fault, bitch. This is your fault and you deserve it.” You moan as one hand slaps your ass. He thrusts into you, taking his sweet time to relish your body and its erotic sensations.
“Y-you’re lucky you feel so fucking good, whore. Such a good fucktoy, yeah~” he pants as he picks up the pace, slamming into your cunt and pulling it out with a feral voracity. His hand lifts your leg onto the desk, spreading your cunt open as he fucks into you. His nimble fingers find your clit and start rubbing it.
You moan out as his fingers circle and play with your needy clit. “Fuck, Naoya! Yesssss~,” you slur as the pads of his soft fingers bring you closer to the edge.
His thrusts pick up the pace as his fingers match the rhythm of his cock slamming into you. You feel warmth spread over your body as the sensation of his thick cock stuffing you to the very brim and his quick fingers rubbing your clit sends you over the edge.
Your body shakes as an orgasm takes over you. You squeeze hard, feeling his cock throb and pump hot cum into your cunt. He pants on top of you, holding onto your hips for stability. You feel his cock continue to pump his cum deep into you, and you wonder just how much he could possibly have to make it seem this excessive.
He moves behind you, giving you space to regain your breath and stand up. You feel cum gush out of your pussy as you stand aside him, and you rush to slide your albeit thin panties to try and stop some of the leaking.
He grins as he watches you catch your breath and try to dress yourself. He sighs a large sigh contentment as he dresses himself.
You look up at him, not sure of what to say or how to interact.
“Here’s your keys,” he says as he tosses them towards you. “I’ll walk you out. Don’t want my new toy to get damaged by others,” he says as he winks at you. “We’ll do this again. Soon.”
⁺ . ✦ an. Hi my lovelies! Sorry for the long ass hiatus xD Finishing a degree and starting grad school... but I have downtime to write again :DD Anyways! I feel like I made Naoya too nice but whatever I can't resist lolllll. Hope y'all liked it!
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