overtime - NSFW 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
pairing: naoya zenin x!femreader 18+
warnings: thigh fxcking, fingering, slight dubcon, bossy naoya.
notes: is smut, loosely edited(constantly being edited)pretty boy naoya/mannish naoya/CEO naoya. im definitely thinking of making this a series.
5 am. It’s early, too early for you at least. You never were a morning person, but for this job you had to make sacrifices to make certain aspects fall into place. The sun was just starting to creep over the horizon creating a dusty gradient of orange, red, and pink to engulf the cloudless sky. You groaned internally as you pulled into the underground garage navigating up to the top floor of the garage to park. You had a personal parking spot right next to your boss’s spot, that was adjacent to the floor’s elevator to conveniently get you up to the office as quickly as possible.
Being a personal assistant was challenging, but you loved how you were often required to think on your toes and how no matter what you were tasked out with there was always SOMETHING that needed to be done. But... your boss for the past year, was something else. Naoya Zenin. You’ve learned to maneuver around him without upsetting him too often over time, but he actually was slime. As long as you did everything right you weren’t on the receiving end of his arsenal. That meant that sometimes you had to be stern. You had to be mean. Or even sometimes you had to be a bitch to make sure that your boss, the calculating, misogynistic, asshole didn’t chew you out on the daily.
He liked you, at least you assumed so. At least he had moved on from insulting you daily and blatantly stating the obvious that you were a woman and “women” should know their place in this terrible world. You clicked your tongue, in annoyance stepping out of the black company car. Being sure to grab your belongings and his black coffee from the center console’s cup holder.
Standing up right you headed over towards the elevator, nudging the car door with your hip before departing. The up button illuminated upon pushing it while you waited patiently for the elevator to show up. You were exhausted, but appreciative that it was Friday. Weekends were your personal days so long as you finished everything you needed to prepare for the following week.
Rocking back on the balls of your feet you smiled to yourself thinking about the evening you had planned. You had a “date”. You were crossing your fingers for some much-needed company and alone time with someone of the opposite sex who was not Naoya. Visibly you scowled at the thought.
It’s not that Naoya Zenin wasn’t attractive, as a matter of fact he was very attractive. He was probably every woman’s dream, in regards to his physical appearance. He was tall, blonde, and he was solid. You’ve seen him without a shirt on in more than one occasion, and that man must treat his body like a temple because it was gorgeous. Strong lean biceps, abs, and a perfectly chiseled jaw line.
The only downside was his attitude. The way he talked down to people to include women was a complete turn off. He absolutely loved to be condescending, he seemed to revel in the reactions he got as well.
The doors to the elevator parted to reveal an empty car, and you stepped inside pushing the number 20, for the executive floor. Your ID badge went into the card reader right after and the doors closed on themselves the car starting to move through the elevator shaft.
The elevator came to a slow halt and the double doors opened up smoothly, jerking back into their compartments and you exited making a beeline for the office located in the rear of the floor. The fluorescent lighting was still dim and the floor was completely empty aside from yourself.
Bending at the waist you gingerly sat the venti coffee cup down on a black square table coaster on the center table inside the waiting lounge. You placed your duffel bag along with your satchel down on the table as well, flipping open it’s flap to fish out your cellphone.
Naoya hardly ever came into work this early, but since he hadn’t actually gotten any sleep the night before he thought it to be wise. He had company over that came in the form of one busty platinum blonde and one busty brunette. They were a hand full for sure and it was extremely out of character for him to make time to “play” during the week.
The elevator doors retracted for a second time with Naoya stepping off briskly beginning to walk towards his office. He slowed down to a halt when he caught a glimpse of you bending over the glass table top of the small table in the middle of the room. The navy-blue pencil skirt you wore fit snugly against your bottom half obscenely accentuating the curve of your ass.
Out of all of the assistants that he could have hired, he chose you. There were plenty of attractive women that applied for the job, but 90% of them didn’t have any idea how to organize, plan, and schedule. You proved to be proficient and you worked well under pressure. His own constant nagging and degradation didn’t seem to bother you either, you never talked back. There was always a simple nod in confirmation and going above and beyond to get it done.
It caught him off guard, not the first thing he expected to see first thing in the morning. He watched as you stood upright again shifting all of your weight onto one stiletto adorn foot, once you retrieved the phone out of your bag. Holding it in your left hand, your right one shifted to adjust the cream floral printed silk blouse pulling the bunched fabric back up on your shoulders.
Naoya thought you were an attractive woman, and had you not been his personal assistant he probably would have fucked you a long time ago. You always came into the office looking your best, not overly sultry but still smartly dressed and in compliance with the dress code. He studied your expression as you unlocked your phone, lips pursed with your perfectly arched brows coming together in concentration.
Why was he leering at his personal assistant so early in the morning? Maybe it’s the alcohol still in his system. Shaking himself from his own thoughts, he resumed walking muffling a quick word before stalking towards his office.
“Morning.” Naoya mumbled as he resumed his stride, eyeing the way your top exposed the skin of your shoulders.
Snapping your head around, your eyes followed your boss as he opened up his office door. Slightly taken aback you picked up his coffee and proceeded to follow him into his office.
“Ah, Mr. Zenin. Good morning.” You smiled brightly as you placed his coffee down on his desk, it was still slightly warm from the short walk up. You stared, your smile slipping off of your face. Blinking slowly, you scrutinized his disheveled appearance pursing your lips in disapproval. Eyes going from his wrinkled suit jacket to the smudges of what looked to be foundation and lipstick on the collar of his button up underneath. It was clear what he was doing last night, and by the looks of it he didn’t take the time to clean up.
Naoya sat in his chair behind his desk and grabbed the cup of coffee you placed in front of him taking a quick sip. He looked tired, but still pleasant to look at. Eyes blood shot and dark bags seated underneath his eyes.
Naoya’s steeled gaze shifted from his idling computer screen back to your face as you stood in front of his desk as your eyes darted over him from head to toe.
“You’re staring, Y/N.” chided Naoya.
Your cheeks went red as cleared your throat, slightly embarrassed. You intertwined your fingers together in front of you resting them tightly against your abdomen. Wetting your lips, you began to speak.
“Hopefully, I’m not crossing the line Mr. Zenin.. but you look... -” Naoya’s eyes narrowed and you stopped talking immediately. Clearing your throat, you began again with a list of appointments he had scheduled for the day.
“I have your dry cleaning in my office, you’ll need to change out of that.” You smiled sweetly, emphasizing the last word of your sentence. “And don’t forget that you have your meeting with Mr. Matsumoto today at 9 AM for his closing.”
Naoya visibly rolled his eyes as he shifted his attention from your face down to your collarbones that peeked out over the fabric of your blouse. Slumping back into his chair he half listened while he made mental notes of the way you looked while you spoke and continued to drink the coffee he had been nursing earlier.
Your hands had gone to resting at the curve of your hip, and you bit your lip thoughtfully while shooting glances towards the ceiling as you elaborated on your explanations. You were a very animated person, especially when you talked. The tips of your french manicure tapping idly at your chin or faintly nibbling on the tip of your nail before contemplating what to add.
He looked exhausted. And possibly drunk? He was paying you an ungodly amount of attention this morning, at least with his eyes he was. You didn’t miss the way they lingered on your face or on other places of your body as you stood there. Shifting uncomfortably, you glanced at your watch just to put your attention on anything else. He didn’t say another word, his jaw setting tightly once you finished talking. You assumed that meant he had heard you.
“Can I get you anything before I start running errands?” He still said nothing, only sighing as if exasperated running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “I have some ibuprofen if you need it sir.”
Finally, he responded placing a hand on his forehead before folding over on the desk and resting his head down on its surface.
“Just get out and wake me up in two hours.” Nodding you turned to take your leave. “And bring me another black coffee when you get back.”
You closed the door after you stepped out of the office retrieving your own items before heading towards your own office. The lights were now brightly lit, and a few of the other employees were starting to mill onto the floor for work. That included Naoya’s secretary, Liana. Liana was a cute shy little thing, but she always made the best of any situation.
She had just sat down at her desk outside of Naoya’s office, inserting her common access card into the card reader on her computer. Stopping by her desk you leaned your hip against it placing a hand on her shoulder before you began to speak.
“Good morning, Liana, Mr. Zenin is in his office taking a nap. I’ll be back in two hours to get him up, so hold all calls until after his 9am meeting. He’s having a bad morning.”
Liana’s brown eyes opened wide as she turned towards you nodding in acknowledgement. “Yes, of course Miss F/N.” Smiling you stood upright and grabbed your own things before heading off to your own smaller office next door to Naoya’s.
Removing your iPad from your satchel you sat down in your office chair and began to take care of a few administrative tasks that you needed to have done before the weekend. Exactly two hours later you found yourself back at Naoya’s office with his dry cleaning and black coffee lightly rapping on the door before entering.
Pushing the door open you stepped in closing the door behind you. Naoya was standing in the middle of his office with his back facing you running a dark towel through his damp hair attempting to dry it. Pausing you stood in place holding his dry cleaning against your bosom your lips parting to dampen them with your tongue.
He was shirtless again, sporting a pair of snug fitting grey sweatpants. Broad shoulders shifting accordingly as he continued to drag the damp towel throughout his partially dried hair. Thick cords of muscle flexing as his arms went back and forth. Your mouth had gone dry for a second time. Why was he so perfect? You were literally gawking at him but masked your interest with simple indifference as he turned to face you.
Naoya smirked as he draped the towel he was using over the back of his office chair, giving you full display of his well-defined abdominal muscles. Holy.. You smiled tightly, a bit of heat rising to your cheeks as you stepped forward.
“I have your suit Mr. Zenin.” You draped it over the sectional that was aligned next to the door and sat his coffee down on his desk. “I’ll leave you to get ready for your meeting, I forwarded your itinerary to your email and your schedule for next week for your trip to Akasaka.”
Turning on your heel you reached for the door handle, pulling it open only to have it slammed shut by a heavy palm coming from behind you. Startled you staggered on your heels and glanced over your shoulder bringing your attention back to your boss; who had crossed the room now looming over you.
Smiling sheepishly, you cleared your throat becoming slightly uncomfortable at his close proximity.
Naoya hovered above you, dimly lit grey eyes staring down into your own. His right hand was still pressed against the door with no more of an inch of space between the two of you. His gaze was intense, those grey eyes roving over every inch of your exposed skin.
“Naoya.” he said “Call me Naoya when we’re alone.”
Your throat grew tight as his hungry gaze bounced from your glossed lips down to the crevice of your throat. He was making you nervous, and you cast your gaze off anywhere else in the room silently hoping that he’d put some distance between you both. Instead Naoya grasped hold of your jaw firmly, bringing your attention back to lock eyes with his own. He grinned slyly as he looked down at you, his calloused thumb grazing over your bottom lip.
You paused briefly at the demand, unsure if he was serious or not. His eyes narrowed slightly in warning, and you nodded compliantly before mumbling his name.
“Naoya.” Forcing a tight smile, you nervously took a step backwards which put your back flush up against the only exit. It only prompted Naoya to take another step forward again making the distance between you even more miniscule. The heat of your embarrassment continued to rise into your face as you placed a manicured hand on his chest with the intent to nudge him back to give you some breathing room.
“Naoya, please.” you complained looking him in the eye trying to thwart the swelling warmth that was creeping up your loins.
Raising a brow Naoya’s smirk, only curved into a mirthful smile. “Ah, so you do know how to beg.” Naoya didn’t relent, he didn’t budge an inch due to his solid stature. He did however lower his head until his nose grazed along your collarbone inhaling the floral scent that you were wearing.
You retracted as if you had been burned by fire upon feeling his nose graze your skin. The sudden contact caused you to smack your head against the door, a small whimper of pain following after.
“Naoya!” you whined, surprised from the jolt of pain that radiated from the back of your head.
He completely ignored your objections as pushed a few loose strands of hair behind your ear.
“What a lovely fragrance you’re wearing...”
Huffing in mock anger, you glared up at him jabbing your finger in his chest. He was working you up, and you didn’t want him to know that he had that effect on you. He knew that his behavior was unsavory, and you were determined to remind him.
“Knock it off Naoya!” you bit bottom lip to stop it from quivering before you continued speaking. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you know that this is more than inappropriate.”
That smug smirk returned to Naoya’s chiseled facial features again and he leaned in looming over you again backing you into the door. He placed both of his hands on either side of your head caging you in beneath him.
“Or what?” he drawled as he inched closer to your face, his nose once again grazing against yours. “What are you going to do, Y/N?”
Your lips parted as you locked eyes with him, the words that you wanted to speak getting caught in your throat. Naoya’s lips slotted themselves over your own, silencing you before you could draw another breath of protest.
His kiss was smoldering and demanding, it was almost as if he were sucking the air from your lungs. Your knees grew weak, the sound of your pulse pounding against your eardrums. Whimpering slightly, you writhed helplessly under the aggressive assault on your lips swallowing every thought you were trying to formulate as his tongue prodded at your bottom lip.
Your lips parted as his tongue demanded entrance, the slick thick muscle of Naoya’s tongue slipped inside, dancing over every crack and crevice of your mouth. Your lids hung low as you fell into a dazed state the heat building in your core causing your body to flush from Naoya’s ministrations.
Finally, he let up the aggressive onslaught on your mouth pulling back and allowing you to breathe momentarily. Your eyes were glassed over, lips swollen and flushed, and a dazed expression on your face as you stared up at Naoya who was still hovering over you.
He was clearly entertained by your state of disarray, his hand coming up to grasp ahold of your jaw tightly and canting your head back against the door.
Chuckling to himself he placed his unoccupied hand at the curve of your hip squeezing it tentatively through the fabric of your skirt.
“You’re a mess already. You really want me to stop?” The only response you could relent was a breathy groan as your hands came to grasp at his bicep. You weren’t sure if it was to prevent him from continuing or to ask for more.
Your lips parted to say something- anything, but Naoya’s lips descended on your pulse eliciting a squeak from your own as he sucked and nipped at the spot. Mewling submissively, your dug your fingernails into his arm rubbing your thighs together to relieve the harsh ache that was developing between your legs.
Swallowing a choked sob, you flattened your hands along the broad expanse of his abdomen pushing him lightly. You nearly squealed, the enthusiastic attentions he had been paying your throat starting to tingle.
“Naoya, please. You’re going to leave bruises.”
Naoya only hummed in agreement as he relinquished the hold he had on the skin he’d been teasing, his teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh as he stood up right. Grasping the wrist of your right hand tightly, he wrapped your hand around the outline of his thick length in his sweatpants.
“Look what you’ve started, Y/N.” he groaned as his palm flexed around your own squeezing his erection through his pants. “You’re going to have to take care of this before my meeting.”
Startled your eyes met his own as you stuttered out a complaint all the heat in your loins quickly rushing to your face.
“N-no, there’s no time! Your meeting is in thirty minutes!” At this point, you were desperate to get away from him. If he kept pushing forward like this, you were going to be on your knees before you knew it.
Sneaking a glance at the front of his sweatpants, your breath hitched in your throat as it seemed that his erection had grown even larger.
“Thirty minutes. Plenty of time.” Naoya scoffed. Wrapping an arm around your waist he turned you around pulling your backside against his crotch. Holding you in place, he embraced you tightly grinding his crotch against the curve of your ass.
An unsolicited moan escaped your lips and you clamped your hand over your mouth to prevent any other sounds from filling the room.
Naoya guided you towards his empty desk, abruptly releasing his hold on you to bend you over the wooden top.
“Keep making noises like that, then I'll really have to cancel my meetings today.” Naoya shifted his position so he was standing behind you and placed both palms on the insides of your thighs kneading the flesh slightly.
“Naoya, wait.” You attempted to shuffle back upright, but you were pushed back down against the desk. Naoya’s palm splaying itself over and pushing down on your lower back.
You whimpered trying to bring your thighs together as his large hands continued to trail up your inner thighs and under your skirt. His slender fingers ghosted over your cloth covered pussy gathering the slick that had completely saturated your undergarments.
Naoya rubbed his fingers together, clicking his tongue slightly at the amount of arousal that he had gathered from barely touching you.
“You’re soaked.” He continued to prod around your underwear sliding the calloused pads of his fingers over your slick folds through your underwear. “Now I feel kind of bad about neglecting you for this long. If you would have just asked, I would have fucked you already.”
You inhaled sharply as his middle finger pushed past your underwear into your sopping cunt all the way to the knuckle. A whine bubbled up from the back of your throat as you placed your cheek against the cool wood of his desk.
“Naoya. Your mee- Ah!” Naoya curled his finger inside of you, languidly thrusting his finger in and out of you before he pulled it out again. Again, he took his time, slathering your arousal against the inside of your thighs before pulling your underwear down your legs.
Once the thin piece of fabric hit the carpet of the office, he ordered you to lift your legs and had you step out of them. Timidly, you do as he says his hand still pressing against the small of your back.
“I’ll make it on time to the meeting. Don’t worry your pretty little head.”
Naoya’s deft fingers make quick work of shoving your pencil skirt over your hips. It was done in such a neat and caring manner, with him making sure not to add any additional creases.
“Draw your legs together.” His hands are still grasping at the soft skin of your inner thighs, where he had smeared your juices.
His command didn’t register immediately, but the sharp sting of his palm coming down on your right ass cheek had you shifting immediately.
Yelping in surprise at the swat you drew your legs together as Naoya positioned himself behind you freeing his cock from the confines of his sweats.
You could only imagine what his dick looked like, deep down you wanted capture the image and have it seared into the back of your corneas. Unfortunately, the position he had you in didn’t give you much room to do anything of the sort.
Gripping the flesh of your hips, Naoya leaned over you putting his chest against your back. You closed your eyes in anticipation, you were really going to let your boss fuck you over his desk like some sex starved secretary and you had no qualms about it. Finally, you’d be able to get this out of your system and then maybe quit and go work for someone else.
You’re pulled from your train of thought when Naoya pushes his hips forward, his dick slipping through your slick coated thighs, in between your pussy lips; with the tip grazing your clit. You shuddered at the sensation; the swollen bud already sensitive from his treatment from earlier.
You gasped in surprise as he pulled back, repeating the same action again hitting the same spot again. Your mouth was going dry, the pressure beginning to mount between your legs as Naoya continued to fuck your thighs.
You could feel every vein, bump, and divot of his cock stimulating your clit the more he rutted into you. Naoya buried his face in the nape of your neck as he increased his pace, he could feel you cunt clenching around nothing as the friction intensified.
Whimpering at his words you drew your knees closer together rocking your hips forward in an attempt to get more friction from the angle you were in.
Naoya’s pace increased subtly, the sound of his pelvis meeting that fat of your ass echoing throughout the office. It sounded down right obscene, but it was sending static through your abdomen. The pressure between your legs was building consistently until your breathing was becoming ragged.
Your body began to move on it’s own accord your hips jutting backwards and then forward to grind against the thick appendage slicking past your pleasure button over and over again. You didn’t realize how good something like this could feel, your breath now coming out in short pants.
“N-Naoya, I think I might…” you groaned, as you brought a shaky hand between your thighs stroking the underside of Naoya’s girth.
He hissed at the taction, and it seemed to spur his humping into overdrive. Wailing helplessly, your knees buckled underneath him a reverberating shudder coursing through middle. Your mind goes fuzzy and distantly you can feel Naoya manhandling you in an attempt to keep your knees drawn together.
“Keep them together.” He gritted out slowly angling his dick upwards to keep rubbing against your aching clit. The intense sensation causes your orgasm to hit you blindly, a wash of warmth pushing itself from your gut. Both hands flew up finding purchase and the edge of the desk as you bit your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the sensual moan working itself up from the back of your throat.
A wave of slick gushes down your inner thighs making it ten times easier for Naoya’s dick still slipping fervently through the meat of your thighs. Your body still shook from the aftershocks or your orgasm, the intense friction from the man behind you sending your body into overstimulation.
You whimpered lowly, hoping that he’d finish sooner than later before you ended up crying in the middle of his office. He thrusted forward again, his hands squeezing harshly at the soft skin of your hips.
“Close..” his jaw set hard and firm and he thrusted again, learning over your body situated on the desk.
His member stilled between your thighs, and the warmth of his cum began seeping between your thighs. You gasped in surprise as he continued to pump in and out until your thighs milked him completely. A moment later, he pulled himself free from your thighs
“Don’t move.” Pulling up his sweat pants, Naoya grabbed the towel that he had discarded earlier and came back to standing behind you.
Kneeling behind you he took the towel and began to clean up the mess of his between your thighs. You flinched at the feel of the damp fabric against your skin but waited until he finished.
Although he wasn’t wiping you off anymore, he still remained crouched down his heated gaze directed towards your glistening core. He wasn’t saying anything, and you only grew more flustered as you were splayed out open to him on the desk.
Standing up right your hands quickly found the hem of your skirt trying to pull it back down over your waist. Naoya stood interrupting your actions by grasping hold of your hand.
Your face was already red with embarrassment, biting your lip you pinned Naoya with a nervous glare.
“What the hell Naoya?!” You whined slightly taken aback at the sudden action.
“Allow me.” He was staring down at you, lip twitching at the corner of his mouth as he pulled your skirt back down for you smoothing out any wrinkles as he did. Once he was finished correcting your wardrobe, his hand slipped over your behind giving it a firm squeeze.
You squealed at the gesture, shooting him an incredulous look. “Don’t be mannish.”
It was very clear to you that he was laughing at you, attempting to hide the amused smirk that was slowly creeping onto his face. Unfortunately that’s exactly what he was, and you had allowed him to act on his impulses and your own.
Huffing indignantly, you distanced yourself away from him. You were unsure of what to say or do in this situation, but Naoya simply carried on like whatever happened between you two was business as usual. He picked up his dry cleaning and went to stripping down and changing right in front you.
You shied your gaze away from his naked body glancing down at your watch to check the time. It was 8:40, he had exactly 5 minutes to get into the conference room to go over his pitch with his client. Shifting unsteadily, you realized that your underwear was still missing.
Smoothing your arms over your blouse and over your hair to make sure you looked at least semi decent you cleared your throat.
“Uhm.. Naoya. My underwear?”
Naoya had just finished buttoning up his collared shirt, as he turned on his heels to glance over at you. He knelt down to pick up the scrawny piece of lacy fabric and stuffed it into the pocket of his khaki trousers.
“Out of sight, out of my mind.” He mused as he pulled open his desk drawer.
You blanched as you watched in horror, the heat of embarrassment once again rising to your face. Sighing in defeat you turned towards the door of his office to let yourself out.
“Your meeting starts in 15 minutes. Please don’t be late Mr. Zenin.”
Naoya casually rummaged through his desk drawer before pulling out his silver Rolex and slipping it on his left wrist fastening it quickly.
“Y/N, before you leave for the weekend. Be sure that you purchase an additional first class plane ticket for my trip to Akasaka.”
Arching a brow you nodded, but decided to inquire why he needed another ticket.
“Of course.. I’ve already purchased one for you and Mr. Fushiguro.” You pondered thoughtfully as your mind went back to his appointments out of town the following week. You didn’t recall any additional associates, and the week Naoya was out of time should have been a down week for you. “What name should I book it under, sir?”
Naoya was now adjusting his grey tie as he closed the gap between the both of, his hand latching onto your jaw squeezing your cheeks together.
“You’re coming along, you’re going to keep Fushiguro and I attending to business matters.” With a hushed chuckle he released his hold on you to open up his office stepping out of the door and out of sight.
Shocked you stood silent. Your breath caught in your throat, trying to decipher what the hell he was insinuating. You were aware that the business trip included Mr. Fushiguro but you personally weren’t a fan of him. If you thought Naoya was crass, Mr. Fushiguro may have been worse.
“What the fuck did I just start..?”
