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“Hey,” Gojo Satoru waved, an innocent smile and a hand wave greeted you, none the wiser of the older man’s intentions, “We’re closing up, I was sent to get you.”
You closed your laptop, “Already?” A glance at their watch confirmed this, it was well past the time to go home, “I must not have been paying attention.”
Of course you weren’t, Satoru had planned this all out, wait until everyone else had gone home for the night, save for you and him. He grinned, pretty blue eyes narrowing under his blindfold as he debated how to corner you.
“What do you do here all day if nothing happens y/n?” Satoru asked, leaning against the edge of your singular desk as you packed.
You looked up, surprised by the question, “Well, I mainly just go over the catalogs and read when that is done.”
“Do you read anything interesting?...” Gojo trailed off, smirking, “Like, say erotica? Porn, even. Not that you would do such a thing, since you’re ever the diligent employee y/n.”
Satoru watched you tense up and your face flush a bright shade of pink as you tried your best to stammer out your defense and concerns over the appropriateness of that question. Satoru raised an eyebrow, so you had been reading something you shouldn’t have?
Cupping your face tenderly, Satoru’s thumb brushed against your bottom lip, effectively shushing you, “It’s okay, just listen to me, and no one will know what you do with your free time here. Understand?”
You nodded, and Gojo removed his hand from your face, leaving behind that lingering sensation of his skin on your’s. Satisfied, Satoru removed his blindfold, staring you down with eyes that reminded you of crystal, cold, beautiful, and uncaring.
“Undress for me sweetheart, can you do that?” He posed it as a question, but it was an order, his blindfold off just to watch you without cloth obstructing his vision.
Your hands were shaking as you slipped off your blazer, then your shoes and socks, Satoru’s eyes remained locked on your fingers, they were so small compared to his. Images of you trying desperately to reach an orgasm with just your fingers, unable to hit the right spot, creating a cycle of unwanted edging. Satoru could drink that image up for the rest of eternity and be satisfied.
He was torn from his fantasy by the sound of your button up hitting the ground. Your bare breasts had already become an image Satoru never intended to forget. He watched you push your pants down, panties falling with them, leaving you completely bare for Satoru. Oh he would get pictures of you later, while you were too drunk on his cock to register anything but the pleasure he was going to give you.
“I-is something wrong?” You asked, squeezing your legs together and crossing your arms over your chest, face pink with embarrassment.
The older man shook his head, a predatory smile missed in favor of assuming that Satoru was trying to reassure you, “No, not at all. You’re beautiful y/n, c’mere sweetheart,” He beckoned with open arms, taking in your shy steps until you stood between his thighs.
“Now why would you hide all this from me?” He asked, long calloused fingers gliding down your arms to your sides, and down, lower and lower until one hand settled on the fatty underside of your ass and the other squeezed between your closed thighs to touch exactly what he really wanted.
“Satoru,” You began, “I don’t think we should be doing this.”
Satoru grimaced inside, but he put on a delicate, pouting face for you, “You know I will have to tell your executives exactly what you do in your spare time at work,” He punctuated this with a drag of his middle finger around your clit, “And on top of that, being willing to sleep with a coworker to keep it secret.”
Your eyes widened in realization that backing out of what Gojo wanted would have worse repercussions than just being reported for reading porn at work. Satoru reveled in your whine of defeat as you slumped your head against his shoulder.
“Now you get it y/n,” He smiled, “Now open your legs for me baby, I’ll make you forget all about those little transgressions.”
The shuffling of your feet signaled the gained wiggle room for Satoru’s hand, which began its dutiful work of rubbing little circles around your clit. Every whine his actions drew from you only fueled the flame of Satoru’s ego.
Distracted, you yelped when Satoru set you on the edge of your desk, a cheeky grin on his face as he pressed his index finger to your slit, “I didn’t want you to get tired on me sweet cheeks, just lay back and let me take care of you.”
You didn’t listen right away, watching Satoru’s finger sink into your soaking pussy, keening at the feeling of his calloused finger dragging against your walls. Desperately trying to raise your hips to keep his finger in you, only to be held down by his other hand roughly.
“Don’t be greedy baby,” He tisked, thumb rubbing rough circles around and over your clit, forcing choked whines from your throat as you fell back against your desk, legs trying to close around Satoru’s hand to get him to stop or keep going, you did not know, but your ragged keening drove the man wild as he added a second finger to your pussy.
Satoru reminded himself silently to keep his composure, just until he had stretched you out enough to take him. Biting his tongue as he felt you clench on his fingers, Your thrashing under his hand becoming shakier by the minute.
“Satoru…” You whined, unable to complete your thoughts as your words slurred incomprehensibly, on the brink of your orgasm you grab Satoru’s wrist, tears brimming your eyes, “s’too much, I can’.”
Satoru laughed, “Awe, baby can’t handle their own orgasm, that’s too bad, I want to see you cum all over my fingers. You can do that for me, can’t you?” His voice was sickly sweet, laced with a venomous lack of care for your feelings in the matter of your own pleasure.
You shook your head, which only caused Satoru to double his efforts to make you cum for him. Sure enough your squirming came to a halt with sudden tension in your back, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you, drowning your senses as you whined and moaned, cuming on his fingers as he continued his ministrations until he saw your body go limp.
Gojo took your prone position to take out his phone and take a few photos of you, panting, naked, your thighs shining with your own slick. You didn’t register the flash of the camera in your haze, too caught up in trying to pull yourself together.
“That felt nice, baby?” Satoru asked you, checking to see if you were too out of it to object to anything, your slow, delayed nod gave him the answer enough, “Good, you’re ready for the main course then.”
You didn’t have the energy to watch as your coworker undressed himself, couldn’t register the size of his cock, or it’s pretty red mushroomed tip weeping precum. But you did register Satoru standing between your thighs, taking in your state with those cold blue eyes. You whined as he pressed the tip to your slit, rolling your hips to encourage him to stop teasing.
“So eager now baby,” Satoru smiled, shoving his cock into the warm walls of your cunt, moaning has he bottomed out, drowning out your small whine of pain, “ fuck , so fucking tight y/n, been dreaming of this messy little cunt of yours for weeks.”
Weeks, Satoru’s little plot would have slapped you in the face, had your head not been fogged over from your last orgasm and the delightful feeling of Satoru’s cock making you feel fuller than your fingers ever could.
Satoru groaned and began a rough and fast pace, roughly grabbing the undersides of your knees, forcing you into a mating press, “So fucking good for me sweetheart, gonna fill you up with my cum, walk you home with it dripping down your legs, yeah?”
You moaned, not registering a word of what Satoru was saying, but that was enough confirmation the white haired male needed to start roughly rubbing your clit as the wet sounds of skin on skin grew louder and more pronounced amid the moaning.
Your orgasm rushed over you with a whine, clenching down on Satoru’s dick, causing him to stutter in his rhythm, “Goddamn sweetheart, you’re gonna ruin me.” He muttered, leaning over you and kissing you, a harsh, desperate kiss to distract you from Satoru emptying his load into your pussy.
The two of you stayed like that for a minute, you panting, eyes closed and overwhelmed by everything that just happened. Gojo however was coming up with a scheme to make this a regular thing, pulling away to get more pictures of you, fucked out, his cum leaking from your pussy.
He was dressed long before you, kneeling at your feet, slipping your panties on to “help” you get dressed, kissing your calves and thighs tenderly, “Let me help you sweetheart, just rest, I’ll get you home safe, okay?”
He would have to text Getou to clean up the mess he made in the storage room before anyone else came in tomorrow. Satoru still couldn’t help the smile that pushed its way forward as he carried your sleeping form to his car, ready to bring you to his apartment and start round two.