𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟐𝟑

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The night doesn't seem to end when you keep downing shot after shot from the mini bar near the back of the hall, each passing moment marked by the clink of glasses and the raucous laughter of guests lost in the chaos. The chatter has been tuned out to you and has been turned into nothing more than a distant hum, a mere backdrop to the swirling chaos of your mind. The only thing that you seem to be worried about is staying upright. Annalise swoops in from behind you and begins to sway you aggressively. Annalise appears like a whirlwind, her movements erratic and her words slurred as she seises by the hand, her body swaying with exaggerated enthusiasm, "Y/N we should danceeeee." She slurs, placing her hand in yours and placing her head on your chest.

"Don't wanna dance Anna." you whine, squeezing your eyes shut gripping onto her for dear life, your only source of stability. All other guests seem to be at a socially acceptable level of intoxicated, it's always you who gets carried away with the bottle. You just keep telling yourself "One more wont hurt" or "One more for goodluck." and the next morning you're always surprised by the consequences. You can feel Annalise's feet moving like mad, mostly she keeps trampling all over you and every step causing you to wince. All the gold in the room doesn't seem to help your case out either.

Should probably go for a drink of water. But I won't.

A voice cuts through the haze, "There you are." Soon enough Darios comes to your rescue, holding Annalise close to him to which she protests complaining that she, "Still wanna dance with Y/N." Once Annalise is away from you, you stumble your way back into some seats to hold your spinning head. Darios says something about leaving and that it was a nice time. You wouldn't know you were trying hard to not throw up everywhere and ruin this event. You groan in response.

Remind me to never drink his much ever again.

"Will do." The voice. It's Nanami. You crack your eyes open to peer up at the new presence. You lazily roll your head over to his shoulder, nuzzling in the warmth. "Have I got you all worn out?" Nanami chuckles as he looks down at your resting figure on his shoulder, to which you nod sluggishly. Even your movement seems slurred. "How were you planning on getting home Y/N?" he asks, looking at you in your intoxicated state. It's not safe. "If you want I can drive you home?" he asks, his question hanging in the air, it's taking a while for you to respond.

"No, it's fine. I don't wanna bother you."

"Nonsense. This isn't a bother."

"Yeah but-"

"I insist."

There's no arguing with that. Your boss has given you a direct order.

You sit up at his demand, unable to open your eyes fully due to the harshness of the light on your eyes. Nanami stands up and offers his hand, to which you place yours. The first few steps are wobbly until Nanami gently guides your head towards him, allowing you to rest on him. Although you're out of it, your body doesn't fail to heat at the contact, at the proximity at the lack of restrictions.

After a couple of words being exchanged with Nanami and somebody else, you feel the air rush past your legs, exposure to the outside. You stumble into his car, your arms loosely wrapped around the broad shoulders of the Nanami Kento.

"Careful you're gonna drop me." you whine as you stumbled into the passenger seat

" Y/N I thought you were the type of girl who could handle her alchol" Kento sighs pinching the bridge of his nose as you continue to whine. However once Kento manages to convince you to put your seat belt on and he puts yours on, you stay oddly quiet. Your eyes train on the view outside.

Once he parks outside of his house he orders you to, "Stay here, I need to grab something before I drive you home." And though you had a million things to say and a thousand questions to ask you kept your mouth shut. That is until you get a wicked idea accompanied by a surge of confidence/

Once your boss is out of sight, you slowly push the car door open before practically falling out of it. Following Kento's exact steps; rather quietly for him to not hear you behind him. That is until he enters his room. A click of the door behind him causes him to jump at the unexpected noise but his eyes stay enlarged when seeing the woman he didn't expect to appear.

" Y/N what are you-" You placed a finger on his lips successfully hushing him.

"Save your words for later?" Your sudden hushed tone seems very strange to him.

You press your nose into his neck and start walking until he falls onto the bed " Y/N please can you get off me, you're not in the right mind."

" I am, you don't know how long I have wanted to do this to you." Your sentence seems to take him back, but he still doesn't fall into your temptation.

He tries to sound more demanding and authoritative"Y/N" but it came out more of a plead. At the sound of his voice, you wrapped her legs around him, ending up in a straddle. As you wrapped around his neck, your hips rocked back and forth against him painfully slow. Kento's mind starts to fog, only slightly, when he places his arms on her waist.

"Hard already Kento?" you whisper teasingly in his ear making him snap out of his trance. What was wrong with him to enjoy such things, with his personal assistant of all people, when she was in such a state of mind? He feels like a criminal.

Without wasting another second, he pushes you off of him. "Kento where are you going we just got started?" You whine.

"Y/N I can't, you know I can't." He briskly makes it to the other side of the room within an instant leaving you still confused on the bed. He quickly shuts the door in search of another vacant room leaving you alone, in the dark.