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The copy machine was warm to the touch as you leaned against it printing yet another 30 pages of the marketing presentation to be distributed for tomorrow. The whine and scratch of the copy machine halted before continuing to spit out another lame document.
Printing Page 28 of 30….
You were anticipating the end of this painfully long day because this was the last task you were assigned before being allowed to go home. You mentally prepared yourself to pack up and leave until the copy machine stuttered again. Curious, you leaned down to check the status screen.
‘Paper Jam. Cannot continue job. Please check-.’
“You can’t be fucking serious…” You bemoaned. “You can’t be fucking serioussssss!” You repeatedly loudly, letting your head drop backwards. You huffed to the ceiling. Your eyes scrunched closed as you took a deep breath. You peered back down at the machine defiantly. You pushed your weight forward to lean against it to inspect the back and gave it a frustrated slap but all it did was hum towards you.
“Miss L/N. Is everything ok?” You quickly dropped back down to your feet, realizing you were waving your butt in the air trying to climb over the copy machine. You turn behind you to a voice in the doorway of the copy room. His blonde hair contrasting with the void of nightshade that surrounds the rest of the office and his six-foot build that crowded the doorway.
Nanami Kento, his usual serious expression overtaken by curiosity. He was probably wondering why you decided to spank a machine. His usual business attire that usually had suit and tie abandoned both the suit jacket and the tie. All he wore was a pair of tan slacks, dress shoes and his indigo tailored dress shirt that seemed to squeeze his form a bit more now that he was stressed. You cleared your throat to right yourself before answering his question.
“Looks like the workload for tomorrow isn’t the only thing that wants us to sleep over. Our good friend the Copy Machine is paper jammed.” You tapped your hand on top of the stuttering machine still trying its best to fix itself.
The glimmer in Nanami’s glasses flashed, hiding his expression but you can guess he was just as annoyed as you were. Without another word, he glided his way over next to you in front of the copy machine to inspect it. Nanami took his glasses off and took another frustrated glance at the printer. He was vexed, almost like he desired to punish the copy machine for its insolence.
His hand dragged up to his cuff sleeve as he started loosening the button.
“I’m gonna have to take a look.” He grumbled lowly in a voice that made your nerves vibrate. Nanami was devilishly good looking as he crowded the copy machine and you made way. You could never typically stare at him long enough before it was deemed unprofessional. However, right now you were both a mess. Tired, tense and couldn’t care less about keeping up formalities.
He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows exposing his evenly toned and large forearms. You could vaguely see the travel of his stressed veins travel up his arms. He loosened his top shirt button to give him more moving room. Your breath hitched a little too loud you hoped he didn’t hear. Although he didn’t seem phased, you could have sworn he let out a small smirk before kneeling down to the stomach of the copy machine.
You eyed him as he diligently attempted to clean out the ruined paper. Your eyes couldn’t help but focus in on the long pipe-like print that outlined against the left leg of his pants. Your head tilted. You figured that it must be uncomfortable for him to keep his phone in his pocket while he’s trying to work.
“I can hold your phone for you if it makes it easier.” You offered. Nanami paused, plagued with confusion. His puzzled eyes studied your face and then the ground. He shook his head slightly and then stood up to situate himself in front of you,his chest, bullying its way into your vision.
“My phone?” He questions still peering down at you with contorted eyebrows. You point down at the solid print resting on his leg again.
“Your phone.” You answer. Nanami looked down to the direction of your finger. He let out an amused snort but quickly covered his mouth to hide his laughter, his head snapped to the side. It was the first time he’s ever shown that kind of expression. You quickly became embarrassed.
“That’s not my phone I’m afraid.” He replied sultrily, his head stayed to the side but his eyes lazily dragged towards yours. You felt heat bulldoze your cheeks as you tried your best to rectify the situation.
“Oh! I’m sorry! It was really big and solid that I assumed -oh fuck I didn’t mean to say that- oh wait I didn’t mean to say FUCK!” You scrambled over your words. Nanami leaned back against the printer and bellowed a hearty laugh. The buttons of his dressed shirt threatened to pop. The veins on his forearms strained from the laughter and his sunkissed hair smoothed back care free. Nanami was relaxed and amused. It was utterly sexy to watch.
“You don’t have to apologize for something like that. I wouldn’t even mind if you continued.” He mildly joked. Although, the print in his pants did not go down, in fact you swore you saw it twitch a little. Now that you knew what it was, your entire mission changed. You wanted to set it free, to worship it like an oasis in a desert. To hear his frustrated grunts turn into pleasured moans as you pulled an orgasm out of him with your lips.
Boldly, you advanced him against the copy machine.
“Even if it’s not a phone, I can still hold it for you.” You offered seductively, tilted your head up at him. Nanami’s eyes narrowed, pupils clouded by lust and he bit his bottom lip. He dragged his hand through the back of your head, and dragged your lips centimeters from his.
“I don’t believe you.” He breathed. You felt your heart tumbling against your chest as your body. Your breaths heaved as your hands traveled down his body. However, his eyes never left yours as he let you search him. Once your hand traveled lower, he tensed and his grip on the back of your head tightened.
“You know I can fulfill any assignment you give me.” You smirked confidently. Nanami’s lips tightened and his gaze followed you as you lowered to your knees. Nanami’s chest rose and fell in anticipation and his hardened cock visibly shifted in his pants. You swallowed thickly. Nanami waited still, wondering if you were going to make a move or if you were just talking up a big game.
Your fingertips traced the outline of his cock. Air from Nanami’s shaky breaths danced on top of your head. He spread his thighs to allow you more access. You took the opportunity to squeeze the plush muscle of his legs. You massaged around his throbbing member and watched it jump lightly at your tease. You look up at him seductively.
Nanami was entranced. A hesitant groan left his lips as he started to ground against your hand. He helped you by loosening his belt and let his pants drop to his knees as his monstrous cock bobbed free, standing tall nearly the size of your head. Your eyes widened and you were frozen mildly in fear but mostly in admiration. You held the base of his cock to keep it under control.
From under your lashes you took another look up at the blonde who only held an amused smirk on his lips. He loved it. The pure shock from merely seeing his cock sent Nanami into a spiral. He took you by the back of the head once more to force your head up towards him.
“You said you’d hold it for me right?” Nanami starts. He pauses for a second. Slowly, he uses your hand to massage his cock. His eyes fluttered while he thrusted his thick pulsing member against the gate between your thumb and index finger. His hand holding your head traced to your chin and he pried your mouth open.
“But that’s too easy.” He gritted while thrusting into your hand faster. You held his cock fully. Your tongue traced from the base of his cock to his tip. His head fell back and a loud long and husky moan fell from his lips.
“God you have the best dick I’ve ever seen.” You intended to say in your head but the words were too strong to keep to yourself. Instead of laughing, Nanami released another heavy and heated groan. His heated sighs sent sparks to your spine. You wanted more and now you knew how to get it.
Nanami went lax against the machine. It was a miracle the copy machine didn’t topple over due to his weight. You were sure that you wouldn’t be able to please him fully with just one hand. You could barely even make a full ‘O’ with your hands just because of how thick he was so you used both.
You picked up speed, using your hands to pull him over the edge. Nanami’s breaths were choked. He got rid of his tie completely and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.
“Fuck. Don’t stop.” Nanami hissed. He was a mess. His hair tousled from him dragging his hand through it repeatedly and his chest threatened to spill from his shirt. His moans morphed into whimpers and his hips thrusted and shuttered. You moved your hands faster, you dabbed your tongue against his tip, coating your tongue with his precum.
“Damn you taste so good. Cum for me baby. Please, I need it.” You urged attempting to encourage his climax. His eyes scrunched, his hand clutching your shoulder for dear life. You stood up and started making quick work of loosening the rest of his shirt buttons. While jerking his dick, you started tonguing circles around his nipples. Nanami hissed.
“What are you doing to me?…what are you doing-.” Nanami moaned almost in a prayer. You took a hand and started pulling and tugging against his right nipple while sucking in on the left. Nanami choked and then sighed. You gave a gentle kiss on his chest.
“Are you sensitive here too?” You asked, amused by his reactions. Nanami scooped up under your head and pulled you into a deep open kiss. His tongue bulldozed through your mouth and he tasted himself on your tongue.
He violently pulled you off from the kiss and turned you around towards the copy machine. He pushed the front of your body against the copy machine and pulled your ass higher to meet his hips. He reached under your skirt to pull down your tights and underwear at the same time. He took his cock and started pressing against the lining of your pussy.
“Are you willing to hold it in other places, too?” Nanami huffed. He is already at his wits end.
“Are you on birth control?” You nodded quickly. You grounded your ass against his tip trying to push him in yourself.
“Please! Nanami, I need it. Please, it's so good-.” Nanami didn’t let you finish before driving the entirety of his cock in your giving pussy. A scream strained from your lips while a pleased groan hummed from his. Tears threatened to leave your eyes as you held the copy machine. His impossible dick was splitting you in half and you had nowhere to escape to.
Nanami used both hands to pin you to the copy machine and started slamming into you like a mad man. You sang a mixture of moans and praises of his dick as he plunged against your tightening walls. Nanami fucked like a monster who went berserk. He arched your back slightly to get a better angle before thrusting into you over and over again.
Nanami leaned over you and his chest hovered over your back as his thrusts became sloppy and unstable. His hands caged on either side of you and his forehead rested on your shoulder. You felt him swell within you and you sighed and groaned his name in response.
“Kento..” You heard him grumble. He hissed to himself as his grip against the copy machine tightened.
“Call me Kento-...hah…mmm…” He finished through a sea of sighs and mewls.
“Kento…hah…your dick is the best. Fuck! It’s amazing! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” You cried. Nanami sighed and whimpered.
You heard him utter a barely audible ‘fuck I’m gonna-.’ Before his body shunted forward and completely stilled. Nanami’s body shook and a long and heavy moan dragged from his lips. He pulled back and then slammed back into you, decorating your walls with his seed.
You and Nanami were drained and he collapsed against your back, catching his breath. The copy machine under you hummed and shook.
That damn machine finally finished printing.