Every time you reach up to grab something from the cupboards, your right shoulder feels heavy, as if something was pushing you down. It didn't seem to bother you when you first experienced it last week. However, as the days went by and the pressure on your shoulder remained, it was enough to become an annoyance.

Nanami invited you over to make dinner with him at his place tonight. He thought it'd be nice to bond with you again after a month of being overseas for some business trip. Because of his kindness, you couldn't refuse his offer. In fact, you wanted to see him too.

Nanami was just somebody you worked alongside with before he quit being a salaryman. After hearing about this, you respected his decision and wished him well. Nowadays at the workplace, you felt tired and lonely deep down. Sometimes you wished Nanami stayed. Sometimes you wished that the two of you became closer outside of work.

I hope I can rebuild that opportunity tonight,

you thought to yourself as you walked to his doorway.

You rung the doorbell and sighed. When Nanami finally opens the door, you found yourself holding your breath from his presence. He looked effortlessly captivating as usual, even from the last time you saw him. His fine blonde hair, his muscular upper body. . . he had an appearance, overall, that makes you stop at your tracks and just admire him.

Before Nanami was about to greet you, his eyes suddenly widen at something

on

you.

A small grotesque cursed spirit was sitting on your shoulder, which he knew you were very unaware of. He remained calm by feigning his expression to a subtle, presentable smile for you.

I can't let her know about that,

Nanami thought.

Just act normal for now.

"Hey," you greeted. "May I come in, or. . .?"

"Oh," Nanami scoffs, caught off guard. "Yeah, sure. Sorry about that."

As you walked in, the coziness of his house felt so welcoming to you as your first time. It was a simple modern house; minimalistic, visually pleasing, and expensive. The khaki colored walls and simplistic paintings added a sense of warmth among the interior. This was

exactly

the type of environment you pictured Nanami to live in.

"This way," he says.

You follow him to his wide kitchen and leaned against the counter. Everything was so clean and spotless as you looked around. The kitchen was sleek and monochrome, giving an iridescent sheen that easily draws to the eye.

You cleared your throat. "So. . . How've you been so far?"

You watched as Nanami slipped out a bottle of champagne from the wine rack. "I'm doing fine," he replies with a warm smile. "How are you, though? You doing okay?"

You sighed down at the floor, not realizing you were holding onto your right shoulder and subtly massaging it. "Yeah, thanks for asking."

Nanami notices your movement from the corner of his eye. He forced himself to shake the thought away before he could proceed. "Champagne?" he suddenly offered.

"Yes please, thank you."

Nanami hands over the glass of pinot noir flavored champagne to you. He watches as you take a small sip the same time as he did. You set the wine glass on the sleek counter after and sighed.

"Hey, uh. . ."

You look up from the floor, realizing that you haven't made that much eye contact with him. "Yes. . ?"

"Is your shoulder feeling alright?"

Nanami inched a bit closer to you, where you craned your neck just to look up at him. You place your hand on your right shoulder and chuckled. "No, not really. . . You noticed?"

He nodded as placed his wine glass down to roll up the sleeves of his dark blue dress shirt. "I can help you with that if you'd like."

Nanami's deep voice made your heart flutter. Its tones were so pleasing and rich, almost a bit husky, but smooth and calm enough to enlighten somebody. "I'd like that," you say, smiling up at him. "What are you gonna do, though?"

"Just a short massage on your shoulders. Are you okay with that?"

"I mean, if you're good at it," you chuckled.

You turn your back on Nanami and straightened your posture. The cursed spirit sitting on your shoulder wasn't as big, but enough to irritate him. He gave it a menacing glare as he raised his hand and sliced the air, disintegrating the curse.

You felt the air hit onto the back of your neck, causing you to shudder. You frowned. "What did you just do '?"

Your words were caught off when Nanami draped his hands onto your shoulders firmly to distract you from the thought. "Hm? Did you say something?"

Nanami's movements somehow soothed you, as if the pressure from before finally disappeared. You feel him press the tips of his fingers and thumbs onto your trapezius, rolling the muscles up to your collarbones with such gentle, consistent pressure. You continue onto your thought from earlier. "Sorry. . . it was nothing," you muttered.

"That's alright," he chuckled softly. "You feel any better now?"

"Yeah. Thank you for this, Nanami."

The rhythm he was going was enough to refresh your mind. Nanami inched closer to massage your shoulder blades, lowering his hands steadily.

"By the way, do you know what we should make for tonight?" you asked as your eyes roamed around the kitchen.

Nanami hummed. "I've always wanted to try tumeric salmon. How about that?"

"Sounds good. . ."

You shut your eyes, suddenly thinking about how the two of you interacted at the work place.

There were times when he'd bump into you by accident, where a startled "sorry" would gush out his lips as he passed by you. There were times when you'd reach over to grab the door, your hand would graze against his. The dynamic between you two grew when you started talking to him and realizing that he was the most respectful man out of everybody else.

But deep down, something stirred in your stomach everytime you thought about him. His consideration and emotional warmth for you was enough to make your heart ache. It was such an unusual feeling to you, as if something sparked in your body. Something that lit up, like the way how Nanami's eyes did when he saw you for the first time.

As Nanami proceeded to massage you, his eyes softens at your stunning figure, the soft tones and gleaming skin that would enlighten his days. There were no thoughts, no focus. . . Only the desire for you. The pain of holding back for too long was enough to sting him inside.

And you felt the same damn way.

Nanami sighed, refraining from his thoughts. "Alright. I think I'm done. If your shoulder still hurts just let me know."

The moment he let go of your shoulders, you felt an instant relief. The weight was finally gone and it no longer irritated you. "Holy shit," you scoffed. "My shoulder feels way better now."

As you turn around to face him, your heart nearly leaped when you saw his face up close again, making your cheeks tint a light red. Nanami's gaze fixated onto your face, then to your lips. His pupils began to dilate. You feel your own body tightening from holding your breath, wondering what he was thinking about.

His scent was so intoxicating, like expensive mahogany wood with undertones of sage. A thrilling shiver coursed over you as he pulled your body closer to him by your waist. Then, in that very fine moment, holding onto his face, Nanami kisses you tenderly.

You kissed back, tasting the champagne from his lips. Your body melts onto his from his sensational touches. It was a desperate, messy kiss with fervent urgency, like you needed him right here and right now. You pulled him closer to you with his collar, undoing the buttons as your breaths mingled in between kisses.

You hoisted yourself onto the edge of counter top from behind, feeling Nanami's hands roam from your neck and to your waist, then to your thighs. The swift gradation of intensity was enough to make you gasp for air, like a sense of helplessness and desperation rushed in. A moment the both of you have been dying for, where nothing else in the world mattered, was right at your fingertips.

"

Nanami

," you sighed out. "Please. . ."

You take his hand, guiding it from your waist and onto the seam of your pleated skirt. You couldn't find the right words to say to him. However, the soft desperate breaths against his jawline were enough to tell him. You wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing him closer.

"Are you sure?" His nose nudged against yours, where he stared down at your body.

"Dinner can wait. . ."

Nanami takes your chin with his left hand and kisses you, slipping his tongue in your mouth. It drove you crazy, where the urge was stronger than any drug or the champagne you both drank. His right hand lurks under your skirt, slipping his finger around the waistband of your laced underwear. You pull up your skirt and helped him slip it off onto your knees.

His fingers were against your folds, making you feel warm down there. You spread your thighs farther, unhooking your ankles from around his hips. Nanami pulls away from the kiss, grazing his lips onto the soft spot behind your ear. As you bucked your hips forward, he slid his fingers inside.

You feel yourself tingle from his steady pace inside your tight walls. Nanami's digits were thrusting in and out, where lewd sounds echoed among the kitchen. You hear him spew profanities against your ear, enough to throw your head back and moan.

Your folds began to glisten. You were so close. Your breaths became heavy and your body grew hot as Nanami grabbed onto the back of your neck to hold your head. "Keep your head up for me. I want to see you," he says.

It wasn't until a phone call from Nanami's back pocket disrupts the moment. However, it was his obligation to answer any phone call that comes his way, especially for emergencies.

Nanami sighed in exasperation. "I forgot I was supposed to receive a phone call today from my colleague. Just. . . sit back for awhile, okay?"

You looked down at your lap where Nanami's right hand rested on your inner thigh. Your clit was still throbbing, and after being edged like that it drove you insane. You managed to stay cool about it, though.

"Hello?" Nanami answers. Suddenly, his expression feigned to a nonchalant, displeasing look as he heard the voice from the other line.

"

Nanami! I'm so surprised you answered! Ijichi told me to call you for him. I'll tell you exactly what he said, so please don't hang up on me this time!

"

"Ugh. Hurry up, Gojo. I'm busy right now," Nanami grunted.

As Gojo from the other line spoke through the phone, Nanami's hand travels back onto the outer layers of your clit, almost frightening you. Your gaze drifts to his face where you found him smirking down at the ground, pretending to listen, while he finger fucks your cunt.

You put your hands over your mouth, muffling your moans as Nanami pushed his fingers inside you. The more he went faster, the more it dampened around his fingers. You tried so hard not to scream from the heat pulsing through your blood. It was driving you completely insane.

"Oh really?" he responds to the phone. "Good for you, Gojo. I hope Itadori finds out soon enough."

His fingers thrusted rhythmically inside you. You feel your legs begin to stiffen as moans escape through your lips, satisfying Nanami. Your walls clench tightly as you're brought to your climax, making you pant heavily. From there, you fall back onto the kitchen counter as you catch your breath.

Nanami still held the phone, gazing down at your body laid out on his counter. He took the three fingers he used on you and hovered it over your mouth. You stick your tongue out and wrapped your lips around it, tasting yourself. He watched as you sucked on his digits, the intensity growing on his face.

"How's he doing anyways? Everything going on okay?"

Nanami was on your right side of the counter, very close to the edge where you can see his bulge. You take your hands and undo his garments, startling him. He slips his fingers out your mouth, where a thin line of saliva draped over your lips from the tip of your tongue. You looked up at his eyes and grinned in amusement.

He watches as you pull his cock out, giving him a small tease with your hands at his shaft. You offer your mouth for him again, letting him shove his length at the heat of your throat. Nanami sighed and grabbed onto your breasts. You put your hand on top of his and smiled.

"

Hoy, Nanami! Are you tired of me already? I'm not even halfway done!"

Gojo complained.

Nanami felt a tight sensation somewhere in your throat, where he purposefully held himself at, almost making you choke. Struggling for breath was what turned him on even more. He then proceeds to pull out, letting you gasp for breath, but it wasn't enough. He made you feel good, now it was your turn to make

him

feel good. Overall, you enjoyed gagging on his cock.

After a few moments of him fucking you in the throat, he pulls out, where more lines of saliva and lubrication drape onto your chin. You stare up at the ceiling to catch your breath again as Nanami moved to the side of the counter where your cunt stood out to him.

"Sorry, Gojo. Go ahead and continue on."

You give him a nod, allowing him to insert his length slowly. A moan emitted from your mouth, quickly muffled again by your hand. Your back arches from the sensation of Nanami's cock inside you. It was tormenting, though, to not be able to scream like before.

Your leg rested on his shoulder as he pounded into you, making you whine. The more you made noise, the more proceeded to go rough, holding onto your neck. Your hips follow his movement, slowly grinding on his throbbing cock. You completely lost control of all your senses ' right here on his kitchen counter.

". . . and that's basically it!"

Gojo exclaimed over the phone.

"Don't forget next Saturday, okay? Bye bestie!"

The moment he hung up, Nanami hovered above you, plastering your mouth with a sweet kiss. You moan softly between each kiss, running your fingers through his blonde hair. His thrusts slowed to a steady tempo. Nanami never left his eyes off of you, nudging his nose against yours again and feeling only

you

.

"Not being vocal tonight, huh?" he smirked. "You can scream all you want now, sweetheart."

Loud moans escape your mouth as Nanami's cock plundered inside you, causing you to throw your head back. You hear his groans against your ear, completely turning you on. Soft kisses, hair pulling, and grabbing. . . it was enough to make you go wild. It was enough to make your body spark with desire.

"

Thank you again,

Nanami. . .

"