To love a jujutsu sorcerer || Nanami Kento

Chapter 9

-Sure, love.- he stood up from his seat a bit clumsily, took his sako from the chair, and grabbed Kumi's waist to keep his balance a little. -Mei-san, this lack of professionalism towards me as your coworker won't be tolerated anymore. So please do try to prevent it from happening.- he spoke in a kind voice, completely switching from drunk to sober. Kumi watched the woman's face turn red. -Utahime.- he nodded towards the other woman noticing her and politely saying goodbye. 

-That was the quickest sobering I've seen in my days.- Kumi joked while they walked away from them. Nanami chuckled kissing the top of her head. 

-I'm not that drunk.- he gripped her waist a little tighter. They passed Ijichi and Shoko. The poor man was still talking and it was obvious she was giving in. -I won't even ask what that was about.- he commented laughing and almost losing his balance. 

Not long after they found themselves back in the apartment. Kumi took off her heels which made her noticeably smaller. She walked into the bathroom to take off her accessories. -Just for your information I was ready to throw fists tonight.- 

-Don't bother with that nonsense.- Nanami laughed from the hallway, it was obvious he was under the influence of alcohol. He was much more relaxed. -Although I'm sure you'd win that fistfight, I have to remind you that you're a lady.- he chuckled walking behind her and kissing her neck. His hands clumsily traveled over her body. His warm breath made shivers go down her spine. -Forgot to mention how stunning you looked in that dress tonight.- his words no louder than a whisper. 

-How could you forget something like that?- Kumi giggled, turning to look at him. Nanami's lips reached for hers right away. -You're pretty drunk.- she laughed in between kisses. She loved how he looked at her with those drowsy eyes. 

-Just a bit tipsy...- he mumbled burying his face into her neck. That made Kumi giggle and push him off slightly. In the next moment, she found herself up in the air and carried to the bedroom across the hallway. Nanami threw her on the bed causing her to squeak quietly. They both started laughing, everything was much funnier suddenly. He slowly started pulling the straps of her dress down kissing her neck and shoulders. Revealing the pale skin underneath the clothes he undressed her. As he slit her dress down Kumi unbuttoned his shirt, she was practically a professional by now. Throwing his shirt along with the dress to the side Nanami undone his belt and pants with one hand while the other combed through her hair. Meeting her lips with a deep kiss he entered her body with a soft moan. Thrusting slowly her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. As the time passed he went faster and a bit rougher which made her breath stop for a moment. Breaking the kiss Nanami sucked onto her neck gripping her hair and tugging it. Her soft cries motivated him to go even rougher on her, which wasn't usual for Nanami. The alcohol consumed boosted his mood and a will to try something new which Kumi loved. Her nails dug into his back for she couldn't contain herself. Moving his blonde messy hair out of his face she went for a kiss. Her soft moans were like a song to him. Enjoying every bit of each other they sweated. Slowly reaching their limits their bodies tensed and relaxed leaving that longed feeling of joy. Trying to catch their breaths they giggled slipping underneath the sheets and quietly dozing off. 

Waking up Kumi realized Nanami wasn't in the bed next to her. This wasn't unusual in the slightest. He'd always wake up earlier than her. Checking her phone she noticed it was almost 11 am, he let her sleep in, again. Getting up from the bed her head felt heavy with a slight dizziness. Remembering the number of drinks she had last night she just sighed leaving the room. 

-You let me sleep in, again?- she spoke with the rusty morning voice while pouring herself a glass of icy weather from the fridge. Nanami was lying on the couch with the TV remote in his hand.