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The biweekly marketing meeting was as boring as usual. Atsumu didn't even know why she was required to go to these things. It was hardly relevant to her. All she could do was pretend to be taking personal notes while actually fucking around in her laptop.
Her eyes drifted to the corner of her screen when a text notification popped up. Her jaw dropped when she read it.
Omi-omi 💛
Why aren't you fucking me right now?
She quickly closed her mouth and glanced at her girlfriend, who she had thought was actually busy, taking the official meeting notes that would be sent out later.
Kiyoomi didn't look back at her, focused on her laptop as she supposedly typed about whatever the marketing consultant was saying.
Me
because we're at work??? and in a meeting???
Omi-omi 💛
🙄🙄🙄
Ugh
But I want you now
I'm wet
Can literally feel it leaking through my underwear
Atsumu casually wiped her mouth, making sure that she wasn't drooling. She had to keep her cool.
Me
slut
can't you wait till we get home?
Omi-omi 💛
I'm getting off in the bathroom after this meeting with or without you
It would definitely be with Atsumu.
Me
stop texting me and take the damn notes. i'll meet you in the stall farthest from the door on the fourth floor after the meeting
Atsumu closed her laptop and pretended to pay attention to the person speaking. She could practically feel Kiyoomi's glare on her, but she knew that she'd be crumbling in her arms in a half hour.
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Atsumu got to the bathroom first. Kiyoomi had probably been held up by someone wanting to chat. The image of her talking with someone, bitchy expression partially hidden behind her mask, slick dripping down her thighs, practically made Atsumu salivate. But she could wait. The more desperate Kiyoomi was, the better.
She finally heard the clicking of Kiyoomi's heels, and she unlocked the stall door to let her in.
Kiyoomi locked the stall behind her and Atsumu was on her in a flash. She hiked Kiyoomi's skirt up and pushed her panties to the side.
Kiyoomi hadn't been lying. She was absolutely soaking. Atsumu immediately put three fingers inside of her and she whimpered in response, throwing her arms over Atsumu's shoulders and hiding her face in her neck.
Atsumu grinned and unbuttoned the top of Kiyoomi's dress shirt as she thrusted her fingers in and out of her girlfriend. She put her lips on Kiyoomi's lower neck and started sucking a dark hickey into her skin.
She could feel Kiyoomi's grasp on her weaken in response, her neck incredibly sensitive.
"C'mon, baby. All you gotta do is hold onto me, I'll take care of you." She rubbed her thumb over Kiyoomi's clit, making her jerk and moan before tightening her hold on Atsumu.
"Good girl." Her breaths were already getting faster, orgasm obviously close. Atsumu had no idea how she'd gotten so pent up. They'd had sex hours ago, unable to resist each other even with mussed up bedhead and morning breath.
Kiyoomi bit onto Atsumu's shoulder and whimpered as she came, unable to stop herself from squirting all over Atsumu's hand and her panties.
Atsumu was gonna be thinking about this for weeks.
Atsumu slowed her pace as Kiyoomi came down, finally stopping when Kiyoomi lifted her head and met her gaze.
Atsumu removed her fingers before sucking on them, relishing in Kiyoomi's blush.
"You're gonna have to ditch the panties for the rest of the day, Omi." Atsumu glanced at the puddle on the floor beneath them. Thankfully, Kiyoomi’s legs were wide apart enough that her shoes had been spared.
Kiyoomi huffed and took off her underwear. Atsumu took it from her when Kiyoomi held it out.
"These are one of my favorite pairs."
Atsumu heard her loud and clear. Atsumu couldn't throw these away, she'd have to hold onto them for the rest of the day. She shook her head and chuckled as she unlocked the stall to wash them out in the sink. It was a shame she couldn't treasure them as soaked as they were, but she'd just have Kiyoomi ruin another pair tonight.
Kiyoomi peed as Atsumu cleaned the underwear, wrung it out, and put it in her pocket. Her pockets were deep enough; it wouldn't fall out.
The toilet flushed and Kiyoomi walked out of the stall to the sinks.
"You don't need me to take care of you?" She didn't even look up from cleaning her fingers as she asked the question. Atsumu chuckled.
"Nah. I'll use your mouth when we get home, honey. Unlike some people, I know how to be patient."
Kiyoomi scowled but didn't respond. All bark and no bite. Atsumu continued teasing.
"Am I gonna have to lock you in a chastity belt? Leave the key at home so no matter how much you beg, you can't get off at work?"
Kiyoomi grabbed a few paper towels and glared at her.
Atsumu thought it sounded like fun. She'd buy one when they got home.
She held the bathroom door open and slapped Kiyoomi's ass as she walked out. Remembering that Kiyoomi was wearing nothing underneath her skirt made Atsumu feel hot under the collar.
Tonight couldn't come fast enough.