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[ { DISCLAIMER } ] ➤ Please do not come to me with comparisons of this story to any other out there. I usually don’t mind but there are specific books out there that this tale has been oddly compared to in the past &, it’s caused complications & unnecessary drama (plus more). As such, enjoy tfl for what it is, pls & ty.

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In case you’re confused, here’s a breakdown of this fic.

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|| @kamiflix || ff status; complete ||

half the lights have been turned off and the office is silent except for the hum of electricity and the faint sound of a mop down the hall. you rub the sleep from your eyes as you pack up another draining work day. it’s times like these where you find yourself wondering if all the extra hours are worth it.

but then nanami steps out of his office in a crisp pair of slacks and polished shoes, his hair perfectly neat. he’s shrugging his coat on when he flashes you a small smile.

“another long day?” he asks.

you nod, grabbing your work bag and pushing in your chair. “yeah, it’s alright though.”

nanami hums like he understands what you really want to say. “the extra hours are a pain in the ass, but you’re doing a great job.”

you can’t help but smile back at him, a sense of pride budding in your chest at his recognition of your hard work. “thank you, sir.”

nanami swallows thickly and it takes everything in him to quell the shudder that moves through his body. sir. if only you knew what that did to him, you’d probably quit on the spot. he can feel his dick twitch in his pants every time you say it, every time you remind him that you know he’s above you.

“have a good night,” he dips his chin at you, opting to take the stairs while you step into the elevator.

for a split second he thinks that maybe he should just get in there with you now. pull the emergency stop button and press you up against the wall, his hands dipping beneath your skirt. no one would know, he could be fast. it wouldn’t be difficult to erase the footage after if he had to, the janitor has a set of keys to the security office.

but no, his patience will pay off. he’s already waited long enough, he can hold on a little longer.

“you too, sir. see you next week.”

next week. you really were fucking oblivious.

the sun has set by the time you’re stepping off the bus at your stop. footsteps clamor behind you as the other passengers exit, everyone eager to finally get home.

your house is silent when you arrive, toeing off your shoes by the door and shutting it behind you. you toss your keys onto the holder and head straight to your room to get ready for bed. 

it’s while you’re rummaging through your drawer for some pajamas that you hear something for the first time. a soft creak followed by an even softer click. you freeze halfway through undressing, standing perfectly still to try and pick up on any other sounds. but when you hear nothing else, you try to brush it off. but goosebumps still pepper your skin as you throw on a tank top and a comfortable pair of cotton panties for bed.

and then it’s while you’re brushing your teeth, staring at your tired reflection in the mirror, that you hear what sounds like that old floorboard in the hallway—the one that groans each time you walk over it. the worn wood seems hardly able to sustain weight anymore.

that was unmistakeable, you’re sure of it.

well, you think you’re sure.

gingerly, you tiptoe until you’re able to peek out of the doorway and into the hall, but it’s empty.

you inhale a shaky breath, telling yourself that it’s nothing. there’s no way someone could have broken into your home without causing a scene because they’d have to shatter a window or find another way in with the front door locked.

was the front door locked?

a wave of nausea washes over you and forms a pit in your stomach. you can’t remember if you locked the door. you always do, but lately you’ve just been so tired and overworked.

and now, your first thought is that you need your phone. you remember leaving it plugged in by your bed and you’re moving before you can think any further. you rush back to your bedroom but in there you find nothing but the charging cable on your nightstand.

the bedroom door is slammed shut while you’re distracted and you gasp, spinning around so fast you feel dizzy.

it’s unmistakably him standing before the door in the same outfit you’d seen him wearing just an hour ago. nanami doesn’t speak, he just slides your phone into the pocket of his slacks before loosening his tie with a sigh.

“w-what,” you start, breathing heavily. he cocks an eyebrow at you, like he’s curious as to what you’re trying to say. “what are you…”

nanami cracks his neck, letting out a groan at the release of tension. “what am i doing in your home?” he finishes the question for you after you trailed off.

all you can do is nod and step backwards until you bump into the nightstand, rattling the lamp on top of it.

“careful,” nanami cautions, striding closer to you. “are you also going to ask me how i got in? i think we’d save a lot of time if we didn’t ask questions we already know the answers to.”

your throat feels tight, it’s dry when you swallow down the bile threatening to come up.

“get on the bed," nanami's tone leaves no room for protest and yet you try.

“n-no, no. get out.” 

your head is whipped to the side before you even hear the loud crack that rings out, before you even feel the impact of nanami’s palm colliding with your cheek. then pain begins to bloom from the spot, your skin searing as you touch the area gently with your fingers, stunned.

“on the bed. now.”

you realize you’re crying as you climb onto the mattress. steady streams of tears as your breath shudders and you try to catch your breath. how could you be in this situation right now?

“hands behind your back,” nanami is unamused by your emotional reaction, though he’s pleased when you listen this time.

the soft satin of nanami’s tie wraps around your wrists, binding them together. he gives it a sharp tug to make sure the knot won’t come loose, and when he’s satisfied he pushes you onto the mattress.

you scramble pathetically to try and pedal away from him but he grabs your ankle and tugs you back to the edge of the bed in one swift motion.

“enough,” he snaps, irritated by your sudden fight after you’d just been so pliant.

a choked sob escapes you when he wrangles your legs apart, but you resist less which earns you a gentle stroke of his hand up your thigh. it’s supposed to be soothing in a sickening way, but it just makes your stomach ache even more.

nanami hooks a finger into the elastic of your cotton panties, pulling on it before letting it snap back against your skin. “if you weren’t so clueless, i’d think you dressed this way just for me.” 

he thinks that this pair will be a nice start to his collection as he slides them down your legs. holding them up to his nose, nanami inhales deeply, committing the scent to memory before tucking the fabric into his pocket.

you squeeze your eyes shut when you see him finally unbuckling his belt, turning your head away from his as more tears spill from your waterline. nanami hates that you don’t want to look at him. you should feel lucky. it could be any gross man here in his position, but it’s not.

it’s him.

someone smart, successful, handsome. and you’re still fucking upset, acting like this is the worst thing to happen to you.

“god damn brat,” he hisses, gripping your chin to make you face him again. his free hand is yanking down his pants and his briefs, trying to free his aching cock.

he’s been hard just thinking about fucking you since the minute you walked into the office this morning. and now that he’s about to, it’s torturous. his pretty pink tip is already leaking, a translucent bead of precum sitting atop the slit.

“please,” you choke out one last attempt to persuade your intruder to let you go. “i promise i won’t tell anyone, i-i swear. just don’t hurt me.”

nanami scoffs, pumping himself slowly. “if it hurts it’s your fault. don’t blame me for that.”

your shoulders ache already, your hands starting to tingle as they’re stuck behind your back, between you and the mattress. you’re trembling, jerking away from nanami’s touch when his hand leaves your face to hold your hip but one sharp glance from him causes you to still.

you can’t help but notice how different he seems now. in the dim light of your room, the scars on his face seem more rugged, his eye appears darker, almost black. his hair is tousled from your struggling and his chest is heaving as he lines himself up at your entrance.

he rolls his hips, pushing his cock forward so it glides between your folds and his eyebrows raise when you let out the tiniest whine. he does it again. you squirm in his hold and the embarrassment on your face is evident.

when he chuckles you want to scream at him that you can’t help it. that just because your body reacts to the stimulation when his shaft drags across your clit doesn’t mean that you like it. and yet all you do is bite back a moan and try to prevent more tears from falling when you feel your pussy starting to get wet.

saliva pools in nanami’s mouth at the sight of you. he pulls himself back until the head of his cock is just poking at your hole and he lets a fat glob of spit land on your cunt. it slides down slowly until it gets pushed inside you when he starts to fuck you with shallow thrusts.

nanami dips the first couple inches of his length in and out of you, groaning at how tight you are. the little bit of slick that had gathered at your entrance does nothing to aid him when he finally forces himself in all the way.

and your pussy feels like everything he could have imagined and more.

so warm and tight, squeezing his cock like a vice as your back arches and you let out a weak cry. you feel so good like this with no prep, your cunt pulsing around him every time you writhe beneath him because it’s trying to push him back out. 

“been waiting so long to do this,” nanami groans, pulling out all the way before slamming back in.

you scream. you wish you could claw at him, scratch him until he bleeds, until he hurts as much as you do but you can’t.

you can do nothing but let your boss use you, violate you.

and the worst part is, when he presses your knees into your chest and lays his full weight on top of you, it makes you see stars. he’s hitting the exact right spot inside you with such precision that you wonder if he somehow knew where it was. maybe it was listed in your file next to your home address.

the sound of skin slapping against skin gets louder as he fucks you harder and faster until you can also hear the lewd sounds your pussy is making. the slick squelch each time nanami re-enters your cunt is a humiliating reminder of the fact that you can feel an orgasm building against your will.

“see? it doesn’t have to hurt,” nanami speaks down to you, condescending as you avoid his gaze. “you can admit that you like this.”

“n-no,” you whimper, “stop, nanami—”

the second slap across your face is harder than the first. “it’s ‘sir’ when speaking to me.”

“sorry!” you sob when he rams his hips into yours with a particularly rough thrust. “i’m sorry.”

“sorry, what?” he rasps.

you wince, prepared for another hit as you squeak out an acceptable apology, “i’m sorry, sir!”

“such a fast learner,” he praises dryly and unfortunately it makes you feel better. you're thankful for the fact that at least you’ve done one thing right in his mind, and maybe he’ll be easier on you for it.

how naive.

he’s relentless as he fucks himself into you. the pace he’s set is impossible for you to keep up with, and within minutes you’re nothing but a puddle of moans and tears on your bed.

that’s just how nanami wants you. soon you’ll see this is a good thing for you and him.

you’re clamping down around him so hard that he knows you’re about to cum no matter how hard you try to stop it. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bud and you start to quiver.

“no wait, i don’t want, oh god,” you mewl, “fuck!”

“dirty whore, look at you cumming around my cock from this,” nanami goads, “say ‘thank you, sir’.”

“…thank you, sir.” you want to throw up the minute the words leave your mouth, reminded of all the times you’d said it to him at work.

the humiliation is written all over your face and it’s beautiful. nanami knows that you couldn’t help it when you came but that makes it even better. you’ll be so ridden with guilt, finally vulnerable enough for him to start weaseling his way into your thoughts.

it’s only a matter of time before you’re thinking that maybe you did like it. maybe it only hurt at first because you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you wanted this. is it really as bad as you think if you came so hard for him?

maybe you'll even find yourself seeking him out first after this, and just the thought of that alone is enough for nanami to reach his climax.

“not inside!” you whine, but you’re too late. not that he’d listen.

he’s already plugging you up one last time and spilling inside you, warm cum flooding your abused cunt. it’s then that you finally relax, giving up. every muscle in your body goes limp as you slump into the mattress feeling utterly defeated.

when nanami finally pulls out, he continues to hold your legs up against you, admiring the way his spend starts to get pushed out, dribbling down to your asshole.

he should fuck you there next.