“Have this done by tonight, leave it on my desk when you’re finished.” A big pile of paperwork is slammed to the side of you, and you look up to see your manager smirking before walking away. You grit your teeth, looking at the time and then looking at the pile he left you. Sighing, you planned to have such a nice evening with Nanami… And now all you’re probably going to do was complain about your manager for dumping work on you one hour before he was meant to pick you up. Mumbling insults about your boss under your breath, you decide to get this out of the way. Your own work wasn’t as important, it could be picked up the next working day. Like, of course your boss picks Friday as the day to be an asshole huh? When you have the weekend off and the only weekend that matched up with Nanami? You were seething. It was like this manager could detect when you were most excited, at this point he may as well cock block you from Nanami himself.

Of course, everything he gave you was easy enough; it was more the amount he gave you. What you and your manager seen as difficult was totally different, and for some reason he tried to give you difficult tasks, but everything was pretty straightforward. You texted Nanami about how you might be a little late, how your manager gave you extra work before he took off. Nanami always stayed outside your building regardless, not minding the fact he had to wait for you. Shuffling through the paperwork, you sigh at the sheer amount he’d given you. Your shoulders were already killing you from working overtime this whole week, and of course he just had to top it off with useless things that didn’t actually need to be done tonight. You role your shoulders, ready to get everything finished in time for you to clock out.

It took you longer than you thought, it being 30 minutes after you were hoping to leave and meet up with Nanami downstairs. The cleaners were coming up onto your floor and they noticed that the light was still on when you were tidying your stuff into your bag, and they came and asked if you were doing overtime. You say yes, but that you are leaving now so that they can start working on cleaning the office. Thanking them and wishing them a good weekend, you make your way out of the office. Texting Nanami again to tell him you were making your way out, placing your phone back into your bag. Rolling your shoulders, you could feel how stiff you were from sitting down all this time, trying to finish things for today before the weekend. You press the button on the elevator, still mad that your manager did that but now you were getting to see Nanami, and that made your night 100 times better. With a ding, the elevator opens, and you step inside. You wouldn’t admit to Nanami how furiously you pressed the ‘ground floor’ button over and over, desperately just wanting to see him. When it did finally get to the ground floor, you saw Nanami waiting outside of his car and looking up to the night sky. You try not to run to him… But of course, this fails, because you’re beelining for his arms. He hears your fast footsteps, and he instinctively stands away from his car whilst opening his arms for you. Launching yourself into him, he's knocked back with an ‘oof’ escaping from him.

“Did you miss me?” You muffle into his chest, and you hear the rumbling of his laugh. Pulling you away from him, he gives you a small smile.

“Always.” Moving to open the passenger side door, he beckons you in and you gladly get in, with him shutting the door after you. He walks around to the driver’s side, getting in and shutting the door. He takes your bag from you, placing it behind you both next to his. When he comes back, he’s quick to lean over and buckle you in, leaving a quick peck on your cheek before buckling himself in. He starts his car and asks about what your manager had given you last minute. Of course, this starts your complaints, how your manager only does this when he realises how good of a mood you are in and how he does it before you have to leave every single time. At a stop light, you arch your back trying to crack it, and Nanami can’t help but look.

“It doesn’t help that it feels like there’s a massive weight on my shoulders, him dumping work on me made me feel worse.” Nanami hums along to your complaints, smiling.

“Maybe a bath when we get into my apartment would be best, baby boy.” That pet name just now gave you whiplash, because Nanami had never called you this before. Plus, it was your favourite thing to be called, so how he knew this didn’t click, at least not now anyway. He looks at you like he had said something wrong just now, but you wave it off that you like being called that and it just took you aback that he said that. You both chat idly all the way to his apartment, and honestly that bath couldn’t come any sooner.

Opening the door for you, even with both bags in his hand, he leads you into his apartment. You rush to the bath, calling out behind you that you were going in. He leaves your bag where you didn’t shut the door, as well as leaving one of his loose t-shirts near your towels. You sit on the bathtub’s ledge as you wait for the water to fill, thinking nothing other than hoping it will melt everything away. When it was ready, you stripped everything as fast as you could and quickly washed yourself with the shower beside the bathtub. When you finish, you groan when you’re finally submerged into the tub. It was doing wonders, and you closed your eyes for a brief moment before hearing a knock on the door. Nanami was there, peeking in before coming into full view.

“I was wondering if I could take a quick shower whilst you’re in the bath?” You laugh at him, wondering why he’s even asking.

“It’s your apartment, Nanami. Just come on in already.” He shuffles in, taking his own clothes off so he could shower. You were both completely comfortable around each other to be butt naked without a second thought, but it definitely had been a while and you felt shy. Smiling down at you, he’d turned on the shower that was outside of the tub, right near where you were sitting. He chose not to sit down to wash himself off, opting to stand and do it quickly. The silence is nice, listening to the running water beside you. You peak towards Nanami, his eyes shut as he massages his scalp with his shampoo. Honestly, you could look at him all day. It felt surreal when he had asked you out, especially after being good friends for so long. Your eyes travel of course, hoping that you were being subtle about it.

“If you stare for too long your eyes will stay like that, you know.” Your eyes snap up to his face, seeing him with one eye open, smiling at you for your wandering eyes. Turning away pretending to whistle, he chortles. The shower shuts off, and he grabs his towel.

“See you when you come out.” He walks out of the bathroom, and you peak all the way until he’s gone. You sigh, the water cooling down much faster than you would’ve liked, that dull ache still present in your shoulders. The water only eased them for a while, but you think you’d need to sleep it off to get rid of the ache. You sit up, unplugging the bath. Sighing again as you exit, you dry yourself off and shove your boxers, fitted shorts and then you pick up Nanami’s t-shirt. It’s clean, but it still smells like Nanami and his house in general. Smashing your face into it before inhaling, you grin to yourself. Quick to put it on, you smooth it down before exiting. Stretching before finding Nanami on his phone on the couch, you walk to his kitchen to grab two ciders out of his fridge. Walking to where he sat on the couch, he looks up at you before you sit beside him. You slouch into his side, offering the other can of cider to him. He gladly takes it, opening it and taking a swig. Laying against the couch, he asks if the bath helped, and you complain that it didn’t. He hums, tapping his hand on your thigh a couple of times in condolences. Slouching into him, you whine.

“Why are they so sore? This is so annoying…” He hums along to your complaint, before turning to you.

“I can give you a massage, try and loosen any tightness in your shoulder blades.” You beam at his offer, quick to agree and you’re both finishing your ciders at the same time. He takes them to the trash in the kitchen. Once he was back, he asks you to lay on your stomach. You’re quick to do this, and he’s just as quick to get behind you to start the massage.

His big hands start slow, rubbing and kneading the knots out of your shoulders. You were enjoying it, that was fact, but the noises you made were embarrassing you… Wishing the couch would just swallow you whole. Nanami was so skilled with his hands, to the point you didn’t realise how much they would affect you. His hands were travelling lower as he did his work before he slid his hands from your waist to the back of your thighs. Clearly it was turning into something else, his hands that were massaging your thighs now creeping upwards, under your shorts and kneading your butt. Without turning around, you ask what he’s up to.

“I’m not sure what you’re on about, baby boy.” Claiming he hadn’t a clue what he was doing, straight face and that usual monotone voice of his when replying to you. You look over your shoulder at him, and he looks at you, not moving his head to look at you properly. Removing his hands to hold your hips, pulling you up to meet his own. When he grinds into you, you realise how much it got to him doing this kind of thing. He was just as much of a mess as you were, and he was quick to flip you over. Pulling you into him, you had no time to say anything before his hands were under your (his) t-shirt and leaving sparks on your bare skin where he touched. His hands were the only thing touching your skin, and he was adamant to tease you. Licking and nipping your skin, your nipples, through the t-shirt. Whilst you’re distracted with the weirdly good sensation, he’s quick to remove everything from your bottom half. Kissing you sweetly, you grind back into him again. Groaning into your mouth, his hands slide from your waist, and he parts from you.

Practically bending you in half, he flips your legs up so that your bottom half was in line with his face. Before you can ask what he’s up to, he prods your hole with his tongue before fully delving in. You try to tell him that he doesn’t need to do that, that he should remove his mouth from there. He doesn’t listen, simply humming and using a free hand to mess with your cock. Gripping the cushions that lay beside you for dear life, you were a mess. He was relentless as well, unstopping until your moans were getting more strangled as you struggled to keep from making a mess. He stops stroking you when you get close, and you whine for his touch again. Removing his tongue, he chuckles at you before spitting onto your hole, and sucking onto two of his fingers. You felt dizzy. This was the most daring Nanami had ever been in your relationship. He’s quick to fill you back up, plunging a finger into you. Taking it slow, working you back up to have you a whining mess. Purring to encourage him to go further, trying to entice him to do more than he is doing now… And it works, of course. But not in a way you expected. He bit into your inner thigh; another finger added. Looking at you with a look you didn’t recognise.

Picking up the pace, he’s leaving you gobsmacked and a total slobbering mess. The only coherent words leaving your mouth were his name, and that you were close. His thick fingers hit the right spot dead on each time, watching as your face contorts in front of him, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Unstopping, you eventually peaked and squeezed around his fingers, but nothing came out. Shaking nonstop, tears spilling down your face. That orgasm was none other than a dry one, and this was the first time Nanami had ever pulled something like that from you. You continued to throb and clamp down on his fingers, whining that you wanted to cum properly. Covering your face in embarrassment, Nanami removes his fingers. Moving away from under you, you flop back into a normal position on the couch. He grabs your wrists to pull you up, throwing you over his shoulder to take you to his bedroom. Placing you onto the bed gently, he opens the drawer next to the bed. He pulls out one of his ties, before turning to face you.

“Baby boy, flip yourself over and hold onto the bed’s headboard railings please.” You do as you’re told, and he binds you to them. Giving the restraint a tug, you were definitely not getting out of that by yourself. He strips himself, throwing everything onto the floor. He rummages in the drawer again, and you can see from the corner of your eye that he pulls out a strip of condoms and lube.

“We don’t need to use protection… It’s your decision…” You turn away again, feeling like you were in a sauna after saying that.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah… Let’s not use it, hmm?” He nods in response, putting them away. He’s quick to get behind you, popping the lube cap. Pulling one of your ass cheeks aside, he squirts the lube onto your asshole, letting it run downwards. He’s quick to slide his cock, sandwiching himself with your ass. You shudder, and he pulls away to line himself up properly. Holding onto your hips, he guides himself in slowly. Feeling a little impatient, you push yourself back against him and his hold tightens, almost bruising. Growing impatient, he slams into you to fully bottom out. The wind is knocked out of you, feeling breathless with whatever Nanami you seem to have unlocked. You arch yourself properly for him, and he kisses up your back all the way to your neck. He waits a few seconds, whispering deeply into your ear.

“Good boy, you’re taking me so well…” He pulls out slightly, before pushing slowly back in. You whine, he’s not giving you that same shock as before. Purposely grunting and breathing heavily in your ear, he whispers the pet names you want to hear the most. In time with his slow, deep thrusts, you squeeze around him on purpose. Pushing yourself back into him, you complain to him.

“Nanamin~ More…” One hand remains on your hip, whilst the other slides itself to your chest. Feeling along it, grazing your nipples with his calloused palms. He’s being cruel, not giving you the pace you want despite your complaints and cries. So, you squeeze him like a vice. The hand on your hip tightens again, and his hips stutter. Hissing into your ear, he wanted to take things slow before what he was willing to bring… But that was way out of the window now. Both hands on your hips, he pulls out until the tip is only left inside of you. Missing the small bit of friction you once had, your hole flutters around him. He slams into you, unforgiving. Gripping tightly onto the bed’s headboard with each slam of Nanami’s hips, not getting a moment to think before those obscene noises you were making earlier came back full swing. The man who normally went for missionary and wasn’t rough when loving you, was now being rough and you couldn’t complain, since Nanami was executing your likes so well. There was only one person that knew of these likes, and it wasn’t Nanami. You hadn’t told him, so you knew you had someone to thank after this night was over. It didn’t take you long to cum, splattering all over the sheets beneath you and caking Nanami in it too. But Nanami was still going, angling you in a way that would hit deeper. The overstimulation made you cry, it felt amazing, but you were crying. He noticed this, pulling out and unbinding you. He flips you over, entering you again but with a much less brutal pace than before. Wiping your tears, he followed up with a lot of sweet kisses.

“Hold on a little longer, okay? Please tell me if you can’t anymore.” He had returned to his usual self, bringing you back up to another climax. He whispered little ‘I love you’s into your ear, kissing you all over your chest scars, moving up your neck to your face, then kissing your lips.

“I wish you could… Engrave those words into my heart. Reassure me that you really do love me.”

“You’re the only one for me.” He hadn’t touched your cock at all since before on the couch, so when he did, you felt like a dam had broken loose. Wave after wave of pleasure, you squirted everywhere. You couldn’t help making a mess again. Losing himself in the moment, he followed closely behind, burying himself deep and releasing his built-up orgasm. When he pulled out, he looked panicked. Pulling him into a kiss, touching your forehead with his own

“What’s… wrong?”

“I meant to pull out.” You chuckle at him panicking for this, it didn’t bother you in the slightest.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’m happy you enjoyed yourself.” He gives you a quick peck before running to the bathroom, saying he needed to get a cloth. Once he leaves the bedroom, you get up to move to your bag to text a certain someone. You wobble towards it, shivering when the cum starts to dribble out of you. Crouching, you grab your phone out of your bag. Messaging a certain white-haired male.

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You: you told him didn’t you?

Gojo aka Man Whore: ;)

Gojo aka Man Whore: sure did !

You: thanks

You: maybe you aren’t completely useless

Gojo aka Man Whore: HEY >:(

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You shake your head, exhaling a small laugh. Throwing your phone back into your bag, you stand back up to make your way to the bathroom where Nanami was. Nanami pops out with a cloth in hand, before realising you’re on your way over to him. He rushes over, holding onto your waist and leading you into the bathroom. You hear water running, and realise he was away preparing a bath for you both.

“I know you had one earlier, but we should probably clean up again.” Smiling at him helping you, he’s quick to turn you around and kneel down. A warm, wet sensation snakes between your legs. Nanami wipes the cum dribbling out of you, and you notice how the tips of his ears and the back of his neck starts to flush. He’d never show it on his face, but after that, he was definitely feeling shy. Smiling to yourself, he wipes the rest of your bottom half before standing back up. Guiding you over to the bath, he holds your hand as you step into the tub, and sink slowly in.