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8:48 pm
The clock reads as Nanami lifted the hot towel laid over his eyes, his eye bags prominent from the lack of sleep.
He really hates working overtime, but it can’t be helped since he had a lot of reports to finish, and a powerpoint presentation to go over for presenting tomorrow.
And unless he wants to go back to that damned job as a sorcerer, he’d rather not to.
He sighed deeply and noted in his mind another ten minutes before he would go back to work, his stomach growling in protest, but the need for more sleep won as he made himself comfortable again as much as he could on his reclining office chair. But before he could catch the last wink of sleep, a knock resounded on the door of the office, Nanami silently groaned and almost snatched the towel on his face, about ready to snap at whoever was knocking at this hour when everyone had gone home already.
“Nanami-kun?” a womanly voice echoed through the door, stopping whatever profanities that Nanami almost shouted.
Iori-san?
Nanami registered the voice that belonged to his senior so he scrambled up to sit straight just before the door finally opened, revealing Utahime’s face as she peeks out from the doorframe. Landing her sight on a disgruntled Nanami, she was quick to put pieces together that he was having a power nap before she disturbed him.
“Ah, I’m sorry! Did I wake you?” she rushed to apologize, not meaning to disrupt his napping.
“No, no, you didn’t. I was just closing them for a minute.” he lied, rubbing his eyes to get rid of the grogginess from them and willed himself to stay awake. He didn’t notice her cursed energy nearing, too tired to sense his surroundings. “Can I come in?” Utahime audibly asked. Nanami hummed as a response and tried to blinked off the remnants of sleep out from his eyes, he heard footsteps coming towards him, just in time he looks up to see Utahime standing beside his chair a few inches away, she was holding something behind her, honey brown eyes calculating his every move.
“What brought you here at this hour, Utahime-san?” he questioned her, as if he doesn’t know the exact reason she’s here standing right in front of him.
It became a habit between them. Utahime visiting Nanami at the most questionable hours, be it at his office or just randomly dropping by in his Tokyo apartment. It wasn’t anything suspicious, just them interacting and hanging out like what a typical junior and senior would do. And not that he was complaining, in fact, Nanami has become used to it that whenever she doesn’t swing by, he gets agitated for some reason.
“I visited Shoko earlier and stayed there until 7, so I thought, since I’m here in Tokyo now; I could go grab you a late dinner.” she explained, stretching out her hand that was holding the paper bag right onto him. At that exact moment, Nanami’s stomach grumbled loudly from the delicious smell emanating from the bag itself, he blushed lightly from the act of getting caught being hungry. Utahime stifled a giggle and handed him the bag, Nanami taking it from her with a slight sheepish smile.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to you know.” he thanked her, opening the bag and peeking inside.
Utahime waved her hand at him, the sleeves of her blouse hiking up on her arms. “Oh shush, can’t a senior do something nice for her junior?” she playfully asked, shooting him a smile while she propped her hands on her hips.
Nanami smiled back at her, the corner of his lips turning up more than usual. He likes it when she’s here, two hours away from her home, Nanami’s afraid that this past few months of her indulging him will get him too addicted to it. He placed the bag on his messy table, paperworks scattered everywhere from his earlier ruckus, he cleared it as much as possible before pulling out the foods Utahime had bought for him. Staring at the contents laid out before him, he thought that it was too much for just him, just in time when an idea popped in his head.
He turned to Utahime who was looking at him, gauging his reaction. “This is too much for one person, at least come eat this with me.” he proposed, pulling his best pleasing look for her. Her eyes widened at his invitation but nonetheless agreed since she wasn’t one to turn down his requests, you could say that Nanami was very spoiled when it comes to Utahime, much to his delightment.
Utahime turned to the clock hanging on top of the entrance, noticing that it’s already nine and she will have to catch the last train by eleven. She sighed before looking back at him. “Alright, but after this I’ll go home then okay? Have to catch the train you know.” She reminded him.
Nanami beamed at her, secretly cheering on the inside for successfully making her stay for a few more minutes. He offered her a chair from his co-worker’s table, opening the food for her and handing her a pair of chopsticks. Utahime thanked him, immediately going for the sushi and popping it in her mouth, moaning in delight at the delicious taste bursting in her tongue. Nanami stared at her from his peripheral view, liking the way she looked beautiful enjoying the food she brought for him.
“What are you waiting for, Nanami? Dig in!” Utahime encouraged her, her voice muffled from chewing the food. He snapped out of his trance and chuckled lightly, breaking his chopsticks and went for the sushi too. His eyes widening a bit from the savory taste of the food, now he knows why Utahime made that sinful sound.
“These are delicious, Utahime-san.” he said, going for another piece and placing it in his mouth. He licked the side of his lips, his tongue reaching for the piece of rice that fell off from the sushi.
Utahime followed the motion, eyes heavily trained on the way Nanami’s tongue was moving. She averted her gaze when Nanami looked at her with a questioning stare. “How’s your day?” he started a conversation, eating in silence was not an option for him. Utahime chewed on her food respectfully before answering. “Not much, just spent the whole afternoon at Shoko’s catching up and drinking booze. Although Gojo tried to butt in so many times.” she summarized her day. The mention of Gojo making his eyebrow rise with a slight annoyance.
“He’s still bothering you?” Nanami queries, watching Utahime’s reaction carefully.
“Since when did he not?” was her only reply.
Utahime reached for another piece of sushi and dipped it in the savory sauce, with Nanami following her movement, his beady brown eyes caught sight of the liquid dripping down the side of her mouth as she chewed on it. Her throat bobbed up and down, consuming the food completely while her tongue went out and licked the sauce off of the side of her lips.
By the time she finished all of that, Nanami was already breathing heavily. He reeled himself back to reality and adjusted his position, the hardening of his dick finally making itself known to him. So ironic how he could get hard just by the sight of her eating sushi, a fucking sushi. Nanami almost thought that she was doing it on purpose just to rile him up, but he held himself in lest he assumed the wrong thing. He didn’t want to destroy the bond they had over the past month just for something like that. He respects her too much. But he couldn’t deny the attraction he had garnered for her the first time they had formed this habit of theirs, wanting to be more with her, viewing her as more than a friend would do, even visualizing her in such a vulgar way. No, he wouldn’t risk their friendship just for his own satisfaction.
He continued eating quietly. The silence between them thick, just as much as the sexual tension itself. Control yourself, Kento. He thought absentmindedly, the picture of Utahime savoring his cock instead of the sushi keeps popping up in his mind, he thought that he must’ve been out of it since the next time he inhaled, Utahime nudged him on the arm.
“You okay? You’ve been breathing heavily for the past few minutes.” She divulged to him, her observation got Nanami startled, accidentally making him tip over the container of the dipping sauce and spill it right on her blouse. Utahime shrieks a little from the action, not expecting him to be startled by her statement. They immediately stood up together, Nanami hastily looking for wet wipes while Utahime tries to calm him down saying that it’s no big deal, finally getting a hold on the wipes, Nanami proceeded to damp the wet paper to the smeared spot on Utahime’s blouse, his fingers bumping along the outline of her bra that is now noticeable from the wet patch of her clothes.
He slowed down then, deep brown eyes focused on the way Utahime’s chest rise and fall. Noticing the slight pause in his actions, Utahime observed him, taking note of where he was staring, she knew her inner garments could be seen now due to the wetness of her blouse, thus making it see through.
The effect of the booze she drank earlier is now clouding her mind. Finally taking the lead, he felt Utahime’s fingers threading with his, the action willing him to look up at her amber ones. “You’re distracted,” she started, her tone of voice sounding like she’s enticing him to do what he’d been thinking of doing the past few minutes. He searched her eyes then, looking for a clue that’ll tell him that she wants it to happen too. And there he saw it, the fire burning in her eyes and the lust that’s swimming in them. He was about to open his mouth to protest that this wasn’t right and that they shouldn’t let themselves get lost in the heat of the moment, but Utahime talking got him rooted to the spot right then and there.
“Go ahead, Nanami-kun.” she whispered in a sultry voice. Lips suddenly looking plump and inviting him to ruin it. She tugged on his arms that’s currently in her grasp, making him lean down where her hot breaths were fanning over his ears, summoning goosebumps all over his body. Utahime pressed her cheeks against his and exhaled a little before speaking.
“Make a mess out of your senpai.”
The last thread of his patience snapped and he ripped her away from his ear to slam his lips hard against her own, the cherry taste of the lip balm she’s wearing kissing his taste buds. Utahime moaned in satisfaction as Nanami pulled her flush against his body, his large hands capturing both sides of her waist and harshly grinding her on his clothed body. He kissed her like there’s no tomorrow, the sexual tension between them earlier now manifesting stronger than ever. Utahime returned as much as she could from his fiery kisses, exchanging saliva like its water and biting and pulling at each other’s lips, effectively bruising them. Tongue battling for dominance, dancing around inside their mouths with Nanami winning. Feeling breathless already, Utahime tried to break away to catch a little air but Nanami held the back of her head tightly, an indirect warning for her not to break away.
“Breathe through your nose, Uta.” Nanami said in between their kisses. He wrapped his free arm around her waist, their height difference making Utahime stand on her tiptoes to accommodate his barrage of kisses. A surprise moan was ripped out of her mouth when Nanami’s hand traveled down to squeeze her bottom. Finally having had enough of their heated make-outs, Nanami pulled away first with a thin line of spit connecting their swollen lips. Their heavy breaths mingled with each other, their lungs inhaling as much air as they can.
Nanami swept away the strands of hair framing Utahime’s face, her eyes clouded with want and need only for him. “You want me to make a mess out of you, huh?” he repeated, his voice sounding much more deeper than before. Utahime incessantly nodded while gripping both of his hands that’s laid on her face. He leaned forward again just like what she did earlier, their nose touching at the tips.
“Sit down then.”
He pushed her hard, a yelp coming out of her lips as she landed on the office chair she was sitting on earlier. She could hear the loud beating of her heart as she held the arms of the chair tightly, the shock radiating off of her body, she didn’t expect Nanami to push her like that but then again he was full of surprises.
She watched as Nanami loosened his tie all the while looking directly at her, he slowly and sensually slid off the tie around his neck and wrapped it around his wrist, taking small steps towards her until he’s standing between her open legs. “Hands up.” he ordered, voice sounding gruff and deep. Utahime obliged and raised both of her hands to him. Nanami proceeds to wrap his tie around her wrist and tie them securely and tightly but not to the point where it’ll cut off her blood flow. He stretched her arms up behind the headrest of the chair and made sure that she won’t be able to move her hands freely until he’s done with her.
“Didn’t take you for the BDSM type of guy.” Utahime breathlessly said, arching her back against the chair as she followed Nanami’s every move. “What did you take me for then?” he retorted back, unlatching the locks of his belt and leaving them loose around his waist. Utahime licked her lips at the obvious show he was putting on, trying to rile her up more while she’s tied up. “I guess I take you for the soft vanilla sex kind of guy.” she answered truthfully, exhaling a deep sigh as Nanami started to roam his hand on top of her leg, lifting her skirt up in the process.
The blonde man chuckled as he regarded Utahime with a look that said ‘really?’. “Then I’ll make sure that you experience how I do it then.” was the only thing he said before pulling her skirt off of her completely. The cold air of the air conditioner touching her bare legs had her shivering a little, she was left in her white cotton panties that had Nanami staring intently at her garments. Nanami clicked his tongue and trailed his fingers starting from her ankle and up to her exposed legs, Utahime humming as she watched him tease her.
“Hurry it up, Nanami.” she whined while lifting up her bottom to indicate that she’s tired of waiting. The honorifics were now lost in the throngs of their intimacy. He shot her a side smile as he finally reached his destination, the hem of her panties.
“So impatient, princess, is Gojo-san not satisfying you enough?” he teased her more as he kneeled on the floor between her legs. Before she could retort her answer, she felt a finger rubbing at the center of her clothed cunt compelling her to moan instead of producing a whole sentence. Nanami put more pressure on her center, a dark spot appearing because of how wet she was right now. He initiated a breathless moan out of her along with an arch of her back while throwing her head back as much as the restraint allowed her to. She felt Nanami’s fingers sliding her panties off of her body and carelessly discarding it on the ground, finally exposing her sopping wet center. He prodded the tip of his finger against her clit, not even having a hard time finding it. Utahime bucked her hips in hopes of getting his finger to finally enter her hot heat but Nanami sensed it and pulled away a little making her whine in protest at being led on for so long.
“Tell me how much you want this, princess.” he ordered, sliding two fingers between her puffy folds while he stared directly at her beautiful flushed face, the scar standing out more than ever. “Nngh,” was the only sound Utahime produced, the feel of Nanami’s fingers sliding against her labia has her attempting to follow his motion. He flicked hard at her clit with his thumb, a sharp gasp penetrating the air around them.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” was Nanami’s strict order.
Utahime bit her lip, getting turned on with the way Nanami’s commanding her. “I want this– I want you so much it hurts, Nanami.” she uttered, tone of voice sultry and gentle at the same time. He raised a brow at that, slowing down his motion in between her folds. “Call me Kento, princess, that’s what you’re gonna scream for the next few minutes.” Without hesitation, he plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy, Utahime arching her back more along with a loud ‘ah!’ as Nanami finally rewarded her with his long fingers continuously pumping in and out of her cunt. “Kento!” she yelled his name, the way she yelled it has his pants getting tighter because of his growing erection. He leaned forward to kiss her clit while still pumping his fingers inside her leaking pussy, lapping up her juices and playing with the small nub, flicking and sucking it like it depends on his life, Utahime a shaking mess on the chair as ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ filters out of her mouth. Her hand tugged aimlessly out of the restraints, eager to get her hands on Nanami’s blonde locks and grip it tight to grind his face harder on her pussy, but she could only clench and unclench them as the latter made sure that she wouldn’t be able to break out of it.
A tight coil materialized in her lower belly, ready to snap at any moment given the fast pace that Nanami’s currently going at. But before she could even announce that she’s almost close, Nanami roughly pulled away and stopped his ministrations altogether, making her whimper and whine subconsciously. Utahime groaned in protest at having her nearing orgasm ripped away from her, opening her misty eyes to look at Nanami who only smirked and stood up to reach for her bound wrists.
“Why’d you stop?” Utahime asked as her legs twitch from the disturbed ecstasy she was about to experience. Nanami untied her wrists and reached for her chin, placing a finger underneath to make her look up at him. “It’s too early for that, princess. We still have more time.” As he said that, he let go of her chin and pulled off his belt completely and tugged down his pants, enough to free his hard rock dick that is now standing at full attention, Utahime gawking at the size of his penis. “Like what you see?” he questioned her after a full minute of her just staring innocuously at his manhood. Utahime gulped at his query and stretched out a slight trembling hand towards him, making contact with the hot skin of his cock and trailing her fingers along the veins protruding on the long length of his dick.
Nanami shivered at her touch, he couldn’t believe Utahime was here, currently stroking his pulsing cock enclosed between the small palm of her hand. He let out a small huff as she gently pumped up and then down, the action eliciting a loud 'ah' from his mouth. He covered her hand with his and guided her on pumping up and down, squeezing their hands together on his hard dick has him throwing his head back a bit and releasing a long sigh of satisfaction. “Am I not hurting you?” was Utahime’s innocent question. He looked down at her slightly concerned face, almost laughing at her expression. “You’re not. It’s the other way around actually.” he informed her, a small smile playing on his lips.
Utahime blushed at his confirmation and tried to double her efforts, picking up the pace and pumping him now with both hands together, Nanami raining praises on her work. “That’s it, princess. You’re learning fast.” With that said, Utahime adjusted her seat on the chair to be face to face with the height of his cock and tested him first by licking the mushroom tip of his penis, earning a groan of appreciation from the blonde man himself. “Fuck, I needed this.” he quietly mumbled under his breath, the toll of going overtime at work now being lifted from his shoulder as Utahime gave him a relief. She circled her tongue around the big head of his dick, licking it as if she was licking a lollipop. Utahime made sure to lick the underside of his tip too, prodding it as much as she could with her stiff tongue all the while she was slowly pumping him up and down. Finally had enough with the teasing, Nanami grabbed the back of her head and urged her to swallow him already, Utahime obliging like the good girl she is. She looked up to stare at Nanami, placing her lips at the edge of his tip first and then finally swallowing him whole. The size of his girth has her opening up her mouth more to accommodate him, making sure that she didn’t leave any inch of his dick unattended even as she gagged when he bottomed out in her mouth, the constriction of her throat earning a loud groan from her junior.
“Ah fuck, Utahime!” he uttered, holding the back of her head securely while he relished the feeling. Utahime gripped his dress shirt, willing herself to hold out as much as she could. Tears were now running down her cheeks from her gag reflex. When she felt the softening of Nanami’s hold and an audible “Move.” Utahime got herself to work. Bobbing up and down salaciously while moaning, the vibrations sending a burst of pleasure to Nanami’s groin. She sucked him dry, cheeks hollowed out and tongue sliding against his shaft. Breathless moans and groans could be heard from Nanami, he wonders where Utahime learned to give head like this. Just then, Gojo crossed his mind, the thought of the Tokyo head teacher teaching Utahime something like this had him snapping his hips so hard that Utahime gagged loudly and abruptly releasing his dick in surprise. Her cheeks were flushed as she gasped for air and her face was stricken with tears as her hands fisted on his shirt.
“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” he asked in concern, panicking at the thought that he went too hard at the last minute. He stroked her flushed cheeks, his thumb wiping the stray tears that went rolling down her face, her mouth wet with spit. Utahime stayed quiet for a moment, just inhaling air as she hazily stared at Nanami’s concerned ones. Then she shot him a small smile “I’m okay, Kento. You just caught me off guard that’s all.” was her reply to him.
Nanami sighed in relief, his one thought about Gojo got him so irritated that he slipped up. “Come here.” he commanded her, pulling her up to her feet and catching her lips in his once again. This time, soft and sensual kisses were his tempo. His way of apologizing to her for his mild mistake. They kissed each other until they’re inhaling for air, breaking away to gather oxygen while looking at each other’s eyes. “Should we continue?” Nanami asked her consent first, not sure if she still wants to proceed with the task at hand. Utahime reached up a hand and tangled her fingers in his blonde locks, caressing it softly as she stared directly at him. “I’m not sensitive Kento, I did give you permission to make a mess out of me.” she quietly uttered, reminding him of her earlier statement that led them to where they are right now. He chuckled at her, initiating a smile from Utahime in return. “I just don’t want to exceed my limit in being rough with you, you should tell me to stop when it becomes too uncomfortable for you.” he explained diligently.
Utahime’s heart warms at that, knowing that Nanami cares for her well-being even in this kind of situation is enough to spur her on more. She blushed lightly and hid her face on his chest, not wanting him to tease her more than he does. His chest rumbled along with the chuckle that left his bruised lips and leaned near her ear to whisper one line that had Utahime’s core tingling with need once more.
“Then let’s get back to work, princess.”
It’s like a switch has been flipped and Nanami is back to being rough with her again. She squeaked when he turned her around and bent her over his grubby desk, slapping her exposed butt as he did so. A sharp ‘ah’ went out of Utahime’s lips from the impact of his palm making contact with her supple skin, but Nanami massaged it right after, squeezing and kneading her flesh lightly while his other hand traveled down between her thighs. Utahime shivered at the feel of his fingers trailing along her skin, stopping just near the edge of her cunt. She laid her face down on the desk when Nanami’s middle finger slid over her wet folds, a satisfied moan emanating from her when he inserted three fingers all at the same time, scissoring her insides to make space for the huge flesh that would inhabit her cunt after the foreplay. “Oh, Kento.” she quietly whimpered, legs shaking a little as she felt the overstimulation coming to light. She heard a light rustling of clothes and lifted her head a bit to see that Nanami had lowered down his pants more, stopping just mid-thigh, the full length of his cock in display for her along with two heavy balls waiting to empty their seeds out inside her.
She released a long sigh at the thought of Nanami finishing inside her, Gojo wouldn’t be so happy if she told him that she’ll let Nanami fill her up full of his cum.
Utahime propped her elbows below her, arching her back like the good girl she is knowing what was to come next. Nanami pumped his cock slowly while his fingers worked on her insides, making sure that Utahime was prep enough to accommodate his huge length. He leaned over her back, his clothed chest rubbing against her clothed back, the warmth between them too hot at the moment. The head of his dick just shy of touching her entrance. He kissed her temple as he pushed inside the head of his dick, Utahime buckling against the table as she felt the foreign feeling of a cock entering her pussy. “Relax,” Nanami whispered in her ear, he massaged the inner of her left leg, pushing more inches inside her as he did so. “Nngh!” Utahime whimpered, the familiar stretching of her insides now being felt again. Gojo’s was more on the lengthy side, whereas Nanami’s was thicker and had a bigger head than Gojo.
She was brought out of her comparing moment when she felt another inch being put inside her, and when he bottomed out, they both released a satisfied groan as they sensationally felt each other’s inside, the pulsing hot of Utahime’s gummy walls enveloping his cock was enough to push him over the edge but Nanami controlled himself, wanting to relish and enjoy the moment more. He slowly pulled out and in again, repeating it for the first few minutes before he withdrew again and left just the tip of his dick inside her and plowed back in full force this time, rattling the table and Utahime releasing a loud “Ah!” as her hands clenched into fists. Gone was the soft and sensual tempo Nanami was doing, he was feral as he pounded Utahime on his table. His dick was curving inside her as he penetrated her deeper and deeper, Utahime a babbling mess beneath him. He pushed up and pulled Utahime with him, placing his one hand on her neck and squeezing lightly while his other hand splayed itself on her flat stomach. He railed her over and over, pushing her back against him whenever she would wiggle out of his grasp, the feeling of overstimulation effectively making itself known to her. “Fuck, Kento!” She moaned his name with fervor, her eyes shut tight as she was lost in the pleasure of her junior battering her insides. Nanami was poised near her ear, his hot breath fanning over her, his hands around her neck getting tighter by the minute, but not enough to cut off her airflow.
“Fuck, you feel so good, senpai.”
Hearing the honorifics back made her clit tingle with happiness, the naughtiness of the situation adding more pleasure to what she’s feeling, she knew it was wrong to take advantage of this, fucking her junior that is. She also knew that it was the booze striking her to act like this, but hell who was she to judge when she had already let Gojo have his way with her? She lifted her right hand to place it over the one on her neck, urging him to squeeze tighter as she felt the nearing of her orgasm. “K-Ken– I’m coming!” Her loud warning came, the coil in her belly threatening to split, just one more thrust was all it needed to unravel her contentment. But before she could achieve it, Nanami roughly pulled out and twisted her body to slam her back against the desk, Utahime whimpering once again at being denied of her impending orgasm. She only saw Nanami shaking his head with sweat dripping on his temple before he went back inside her again.
The continuous pummeling of his hard dick in her battered pussy was making the table rock along with their movements, the foot of the desk creating screeching sounds against the hardwood floor.
The skin to skin sound was music to their ears, heavy grunts and groans coming from Nanami and a chorus of ‘ahs’ and ‘ohs’ from Utahime. With nothing to latch on to as Nanami’s thrust becomes more sharp and deep, Utahime could only grip his arms that was hovering over hers, caging her completely on top of his table. Papers and such were strewn around them, the messy surroundings not even bothering them a tad bit slightly. One hard thrust from Nanami had Utahime arching up and releasing a loud and surprised moan, her head having been thrown back and eyes shut tight in sweet ecstasy. The tip of Nanami’s dick reached places that her dainty fingers or vibrator couldn’t reach.
If she were to compare Gojo and Nanami, they’d probably be on the same page. No in-betweens.
Once she opened her eyes again, Utahime immediately caught sight of the blinking red light of the surveillance camera pointed right towards them. At first Utahime thought nothing about it as she is a moaning mess from getting fucked dumb by her sweet junior, but then panic settled in her chest as she realizes that someone could have been watching them from the time they started through the camera feed.
“K-Ken,” she called out to him, her hold on his arms were tightening as she lifted her head up and tried to warn him about the pornographic show they are putting on for the cctv. “There’s a camera–” she continued, not even fully constructing a whole sentence before a whine was ripped out from her, Nanami flicking her clit as the cause of her statement getting cut off.
Having heard the first words she uttered, Nanami merely lifted his eyes towards the camera, whoever was watching on the other side must be having a fun time jacking off to their display of intimacy. He looked down again to the woman beneath him, “What about it?” was his unbothered query. Voice gruff and sweat dripping as he deepened his thrust in her tight and gushing pussy.
His reaction was a surprise to her, was he not bothered that someone he knows could’ve been watching him fuck her senselessly on his work table? That being exposed to the camera would probably get him an earful from his boss? Utahime didn’t have enough time to ponder on it as Nanami abruptly pulled out of her, making her clenched into nothing and a whimper escaping her lips.
“What?” she breathlessly asked as the blonde man pulled her up and turned her around before hooking both of his arms on the underside of her knees, thus lifting her up off the floor completely. A squeal of surprise left her swollen lips as she was forced to wrap her one arm around his neck in fear of falling down, she shot him a questioning look mixed with a haze of pleasure. Her unheard question displayed clearly on her face, ‘what the hell are you doing?’.
Nanami walked them a little forward to where the camera is and gave her a smug grin, a big contrast to what her expression is. “What are you doing?” she asked him with a slight excitement filtering in her tone, she had a guess on what he was gonna do, the thrill of the situation making her pussy throb immensely. “You’re worried about someone watching?” he asked her first. Utahime then nodded, her hot breath fanning over his face. He only shot her a smirk before leaning closer and whispering in her ear.
“Let’s give them a show then.”
That was the only thing he uttered before he momentarily let go of her right leg to position his still stiff cock and plunged right back into her heat. A satisfied groan and moan sounded from both of them as Nanami held onto her leg again and repeatedly railed her in a standing position.
“Oh, fuck!” Utahime screamed, reaching down to play with her aching clit, heightening the feeling of pleasure coursing through her core. Nanami nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck, all the while looking directly at the red light of the camera. Beady brown eyes glaring at the lens, daring whoever is on camera duty to tattle on him. He was panting and grunting as he plunged in and out of her precious cunt. Her juices were making a sticky mess in between her legs, an obvious sign that Utahime was nearing her unprecedented orgasm. He let go of her one leg then, causing Utahime to stand on her tiptoe as Nanami up his pace, pounding and pounding and pounding until the coil in Utahime’s belly reached its undoing. White hot pleasure bursting in the form of quick, gushing juices squirting all over the place, her scream of pleasure could be heard throughout the whole building so Nanami slammed their lips together in an attempt to muffle her a little.The surveillance camera catching each and every bit of Utahime’s unraveling on record. He rode her orgasm, helping her flick, pull, and pinch her pulsing clit. His pants now wet with Utahime’s cum and he’s still yet to cum himself.
Utahime slumped on over him and Nanami supported her back, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her mind-blowing orgasm. Still not done with her yet, he looked behind him to catch sight of the nearest office chair, bringing it closer with his foot while still supporting Utahime in his arms. He placed it in front of them and let the panting woman in his hold to slump over the chair with her ass up in the air for him. Nanami kneeled on one knee, opening her cheeks for him to see the wet sight of her rose-red cunt overflowing with juices, then he delved right in, slurping up every bit of Utahime’s cum, the taste of her in his tongue too much to describe.
He cleaned her up like a man thirsty for water, lapping up her center obscenely and noisily. Utahime twitching and squealing weakly from time to time because of the overstimulation. After Nanami was done cleaning her– his dick still hard from not coming yet– he stood up and positioned himself behind her, teasing the head of his cock up and down her slit, coating it with her slickness, Utahime mewling and pushing herself away a little from him. Noticing that she’s moving away from him, he gripped her hip tightly in warning. “Stop moving,” Nanami firmly ordered, he looks rabid now, the sweat making his hair stick on his forehead, his dress shirt now wrinkled and sticking to his skin. Whereas Utahime on the other hand was a flustered mess, face all red highlighting her scar even more, the ribbon in her hair now loose and disheveled.
Just before Nanami entered her again, The sound of a phone ringing shattered the silence between them, the moment ruined with the tacky ringtone permeating the air. Utahime turned behind her to meet eyes with Nanami, who was breathing heavily. The sound was emanating from Utahime’s discarded skirt lying on the ground. They could only guess who it was that’s calling her at this hour, their hitched breath an indicator that they knew who’s calling on her cellphone.
Nanami moved away from Utahime who fixed her position on the chair, sitting back down as Nanami bent down to retrieve the ringing phone from her skirt pocket. Upon squinting his eyes at the caller ID present on the screen, his gaze turned into slits and a frown marred his bruised lips.
GOJO SATORU CALLING
“Who is it?” Utahime’s voice cut through the ringing of the phone, and Nanami turned back towards her again, standing up and walking over to show her the illuminated screen. The same frown on his face appeared on hers, eyebrows furrowing as to why Gojo would call her at this hour. She snatched her phone from Nanami’s grasp before he could swipe the decline button and stood up to turn around to answer it. She made quick work of the ‘accept’ button and lifted the phone to her ear, Gojo’s voice immediately coming through the receiver.
“Utahime!~” He said her name in a sing-song voice, energetic as ever in the most questionable hours. Utahime slightly rolled her eyes and composed herself, coughing twice to make sure her voice didn't sound too pitchy so he wouldn't notice. “Gojo, what do you want?” She irritatedly cut to the point, side-eyeing Nanami behind her and signaling for him to be quiet. “Harsh, no ‘hellos’ or even a ‘hey Gojo’?” Her other junior voiced out from the other line. She gave him a ‘tsk’ and propped her hand up to her hips, already losing patience over the unexpected phone call.
“I don’t have time for your bullshit, Gojo. Get to the point.” She strictly bit back, annoyance visible in her tone. Behind her, she felt Nanami cupping her butt softly and kneading it in his warm palm. She shrieked a little from the action, slapping his hands lightly and glaring at him, though not meaning it wholefully.
“You okay, Hime?” Gojo questioned her, the sound of her shriek not missing his ears. Utahime inwardly cursed and shooed away Nanami’s roving hands. “I’m fine, a cat just startled me. What do you need?” She reasoned to him, but the blonde man behind her had other plans, he bent her over the chair in a slight forceful manner, Utahime slapping a hand on her mouth to keep the scream of surprise from slipping out of her lips. She rashly turned back behind her, shooting daggers at Nanami who just put a finger on his lips, indicating for her to be quiet unless Gojo found her out. He nudged her opening with the tip of his dick, still wet from their earlier ministrations. And without waiting a dime anymore, Nanami plunged inside her roughly, a squeak wasn’t able to keep itself in Utahime’s mouth, she bit her lips harshly then, her other free hand clutching the headrest of the chair tightly as Nanami pounded her over and over again with, unbeknownst to Utahime, Gojo was thoroughly listening in the other line, not knowing that the slapping of their skins could be heard through the phone.
Lost in the pleasure of Nanami’s hard thrust, she didn’t hear Gojo muttering something under his breath, something along the lines of ‘I knew it’, But Utahime did not catch it. “What?” She cluelessly said, she cleared her throat twice, noticing that her voice was breathless in tone. “Gojo, what’d you say?” She questioned him again, not getting what he said the first time. The man in the other line cleared his throat before speaking, “I said I'm on my way to your apartment, Hime. Surely you’re already done hanging out with Shoko by now, and I just got done with a mission around the area so I thought I’d drop by your apartment for a lil’ bit.” He explained in that cheery tone of his, but the way he was talking sounded like there’s a lilt of fury in his tone.
Nanami kept railing into her, gripping her hips tight and angling her body to his liking to curve his dick inside her. Utahime’s mouth opened in a silent scream, her hold on her phone tightening as well as the one on the headrest. Nanami just hit the one spot that had her seeing stars and thus summoned the familiar feeling of coming once again. He leaned over her back and placed his lips near her ear, “Come with me, princess.” He whispered quietly, uncaring if Gojo could hear it from the other side. Utahime ignored him and thought of a reply to Gojo’s statement, he was on his way to her apartment, and if he arrived there and found out that she wasn’t home, it’ll be an even bigger trouble to handle. “Okay, I’ll be waiting for you then.” Was the only reply she could come up with, too lost in the fog of pleasure to even comprehend what she was saying. Not giving Gojo a chance to reply, she hung up on him and threw the piece of electronic device on the ground, quickly making work of meeting Nanami’s thrust back, canting her hips as she moaned and whined as their orgasm neared.
“Oh, Kento!” She yelled his name in delight, the tingling sensation and the rush of slickness from her cunt a clear sign that she was about to finish once more. “Come on, finish with me.” Nanami uttered, panting and breathing frantically. He reached down between them and flicked hard at Utahime’s clit, the action enough to send her over the edge.
The two of them came hard at the same time, their legs shaking, body twitching, and lips moaning. Utahime could feel the rush of hot liquid in her womb as Nanami emptied out his seed inside her, rendering her full and overflowing from the amount of cum he released in her. Their spend was mixed together, creating a puddle beneath them as it trickled down on Utahime’s legs and onto the floor. Pants and deep breaths were shared between them, the fast thumping of their hearts like a drum beating rhythmically, sweat covering their whole body as if they ran a marathon. To Nanami, it was the most mind boggling orgasm he had ever felt in all of his sexual affairs, and the fact that he got to experience it with his senpai is even more cherry on top. The icing to his cupcake.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and circled his arms around her waist, his hold secure as if Utahime would disappear if he slackened them. “Be mine, Utahime.” He whispered under his breath. That caught Utahime off guard; his sudden declaration was so out of place that she wiggled out from his hold, Nanami granting her freedom almost immediately. The high was gone now, the feeling of lust that’s clouding her mind and the effect of booze had vanished into thin air, making her think with common sense once again. They both stared at each other, deep brown to honey brown, the former full of longing while the latter has foreign emotions swimming in her eyes. Just then she caught the sight of his table clock that reads 10:09 pm.
Fuck.
Utahime moved lightning fast, they’ve been so occupied with their escapades that she didn’t notice the time, she grabbed her skirt and wore it in a matter of seconds, forgoing the use of her panties as she didn’t have enough time to wear it, she fixed her blouse that had been wrinkled and snatched her phone next that’s lying on the floor. Upon clicking the power button, she was met with her lockscreen filled with notifications from Gojo, three missed calls and twelve unread messages. She turned around to Nanami again, his expression unreadable as he looked her up and down. Utahime exhaled loudly before speaking.
“I’m sorry,” she started, hastily picking up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “I have to go now.” She stated to him. Utahime didn’t give him another glance as she sprinted her way out of the office, leaving the blonde man alone standing and staring at the ghost of her presence. She didn’t even let him talk before leaving, an ugly pang of pain materialized in his chest right then, realizing that his other senior was even more important to her than he was to her. He rubbed his face tiredly, ruffling his hair in frustration as it became more disheveled, banging his hands on the nearest desk as he bowed his head down. The situation took a turn for the worse, and Nanami wasn’t sure how it would go for them here after this whole fiasco.
“Fuck.” he cussed under his breath.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this, the way he envisioned it was so much different in his head than reality. He imagined them calling it a night and going home to his apartment to continue where they left off. Not her going straight to him right after finishing the business with him. He could only clench his fist at the thought that he’d allow himself to lose to Gojo himself, but then he unclenched his fist and released a sad sigh instead. Pulling up his pants and fastening the button and zipper, he slugged down on the same chair Utahime had been on a few moments earlier. His eyes met the dull ceiling of the office, his mind replaying the scene that happened tonight before sighing again. With one thought in mind he let himself get lost to the reigns of sleep, not paying heed to the mess– their mess– around him.
I can't be mad at you because from the start, you were never meant to be called ‘mine’