YIXIN !!

Sitting behind her desk, her fingers occupied with tracing over the words you wrote, many errors in almost every sentence. 

Over the past few weeks, her eyes have skipped over them; a part of her did not care to correct them. Did not care to express how it looked on her as a brand; she let you have your errors, your ignorance, so blinding that Shoko felt as if she had become a prisoner to your actions. Actions you are unaware of.  

Things have changed; her calm tone has grown stricter, making you see your wrongdoing and driving you to pledge never to repeat it.  

Tapping your foot excessively fast on the carpet, you brush your tongue against your inner cheek. 

Blocking out a bit of your thoughts as music plays on low from your thin stereo headphones.  

Typing somewhat quickly on the typewriter, you jump as Shoko slams a paper on the typewriter. 

Errors circled in her red marker, her lips pursed as she stared at you.  

You take your headphones off, placing them against your neck as you glance up at her. “What did I tell you about mistakes?” She whispers sternly; the many whiteouts on your desk shake a little from her moving her hand against the typewriter. 

Your eyes flicker down back at the letter, seeing them now. School written as Shool, focus written as focs.

“To always keep them in check.” You whisper, and she nods. “To always keep them in check,” Shoko repeats. 

There is an eerie silence between the two of you before she speaks again. 

“Crawl to my office.” She states, strictly, and her flared, black-striped work pants accentuate her body as she walks away, leaving the paper on your typewriter.  

Your eyes followed her until she was out of reach. 

You bite your bottom lip, holding in your smile. Your hands feel warm, as the hair on your body stands. 

Glancing at the letter, you lean forward and pick it up with your mouth, making sure to have a nice grip as you stand and get on all fours. 

Your heart pounds with each movement, crawling down the hallway, your eyes stare at her open door. 

Knowing she’s waiting for you, just as you’ve waited for her.  

Making it inside, you see her standing in front of her desk, hands clasped and resting in front of her as her brow raises when she sees you.  

You stay in front of her, still on all four. Shoko continues to stare at you, her dark brown eyes flicking from your hands to your face, watching you blink before returning to the arch in your back. 

Shoko then comes up to you, leaning forward as her hand comes up under your chin, nudging your face to look at her better. 

Strands of her hair fall over her shoulders, slightly touching you. 

“I want you to get on my desk…pull your skirt up and pull your tights down.” She whispers, the rasp in her voice turning you on. 

Shoko takes a step back, and you stand, wiping your hands on your buttoned-up shirt before going over to her desk. Still having the letter in your mouth, you swallow your saliva down, making sure it doesn’t touch the paper. 

Pulling your skirt up, Shoko watches intensely, arms crossed, as the muscles from her biceps outline against the tightness of her buttoned-up shirt. 

You then slowly move your fingers to the hem of your tights and pull them down slowly, your eyes trailing down Shoko’s body as you do. Once your tights hit your heels, you lean back on your hands planted on the table as you widen your legs, your cotton underwear on display now.  

Shoko walks up to you, now standing in front of you. Her fingers reach for the letter, pulling it out of your mouth, and place it on the table beside you. 

“Read the words off for me,” She whispers, and her right hand comes up to the valley of your breasts, dragging her fingers to your panties, seeing the way you jerk a little. 

You gulp and look to the right, seeing the glaring red marker circled over your errors. 

Shoko’s hands come over to your heels, her left hand wrapping over to your ankle as her right hand carefully takes off your right heel. Then, moving over to the left, she does the same, placing them nicely on the floor. Her fingers, warm and soft, drag your tights down all the way off. 

“Dear Mr. Nelson-” Your voice gets cut off as Shoko yanks your panties down, the cold air hitting your pussy. 

You look at her, and she nudges her head back to the letter, swallowing your saliva. You look back at the letter and continue. “Thank you for taking the time to respond to us.”  

A whimper leaves your breath as Shoko’s thumb begins to circle over your clit, she holds in a moan, missing the feeling of you on her skin, missing your scent.  

“We understand how much this means to you, as it is important to us too.” You squirm as Shoko slides her middle and ring finger in your hole; you squeeze yourself around her fingers, your mouth becoming coated with your saliva even more. 

You see the mistake in the next sentence; your body feels as if it is exceeding normal temperature. “Continue,” Shoko repeats, her eyes on your pretty folds, her thumb still teasing at your clit. 

Clearing your throat, “If your still wiling to visit our office on the twenty-seventh of this month, to continue this conversation, we will be happy to provide a time for you. Our office hours are from nine a.m. to four p.m. every Monday through Friday, thank you.” You finish reading, nervous to make a glance at Shoko.

She does not care; however, her fingers curl as she begins to thrust them unhurriedly inside you.  

Her pace is torturous to you; you keep your legs open for her, as your hips buck up to feel her deeper. Your arousal coaxes her, making her hand angle in a way that forces a moan out of you. 

“Look at me, and reason with me on how you don’t deserve to be punished.” She lets out, your cunt pulsates with each thrust, the squelching sounds coming from your pussy keep the room from being entirely silent. 

You whine and squirm around, only for Shoko’s left hand to come around your waist and pull you closer to her. 

“Come on, be a good girl for me.” She whispers and gets closer, resting her head against your neck, her lips ghosting over your skin. 

Her thumb rubs side to side against your clit, and she holds in a giggle as she feels you try to close your legs on her. 

You turn your head forward and sigh as her perfume consumes you.  

Your soaking pussy is taking her well as you try and come up with something, an excuse almost. “I didn’t mean to.” You whisper, and Shoko laughs before pressing her lips onto your collarbone. 

“You didn’t mean to? That is not a good enough excuse. Try again.” She murmurs, pushing her fingers deeper into your cunt, moaning against your neck as your walls clench harder. She was close to giving you whatever you want, but needed to remind you that life does not work that way. 

You bite your bottom lip, the heat in your stomach coming as your nipples feel hard, wishing she would give them a bit of attention, but you know better. 

“Come on, doll, talk to me.” She rasps and smirks right after, once she feels you jerk your hip up. Your arousal drips out of your pussy, covering her fingers and her desk now. 

“Mmngh– I wasn’t paying attention.” You whine out, tears welling up as you try to move again, needing to cum. Shoko’s nails dig into your skin, stopping you quickly. 

“You weren’t paying attention.” She mumbles and clicks her tongue, “I always expect the best from you, and you defy me each time. What am I going to do with you?” She leans back, her hair now in her face as she pouts; she was the victim now.  

Your thoughts feel lost, and your words fall flat on your tongue as she hurries her pace up, not giving you a chance to speak. 

“Naughty girl, is this what you wanted all along? Your boss's fingers taking care of your sweet pussy?” She giggles, and you nod fast, moans spilling out from your tongue. “Wanna cum.” You whine, trying to blink your tears away, but it only makes them fall to your chin. 

Shoko moans at the sight, the lighting in the room capturing the glimmer in your eyes. Your lips quiver while your moans sound like an angel's call to her.  

You grind your hips, your pussy, and her fingers go into a natural rhythm. The more you ride her, the more she thrusts into you. “Easy.” Shoko glances at your pussy, soaked and swollen, such a pretty sight. 

Before you could let out another moan, Shoko pulls her fingers away from your pussy, stopping the tense feeling of cumming all over her fingers. 

Your brows furrow, and you look at her, tears still falling to your chin. 

“Why’d you stop?” You pout, Shoko stares at her fingers, and brings them up to her mouth, sucking them, enjoying the taste of you on her. Your scent covers her and the table. She moves to the side, picks up a tissue, and wipes her hand dry. 

“You didn’t give me a good reason why I shouldn’t punish you.” She states, staring at you blankly, and the embarrassment for you slowly comes back. Shoko picks up the letter and hands it to you, “Rewrite this for me and make me a coffee.” Her voice is now monotoned, and she walks behind her desk, now sitting down on her chair as she scoots up to the table.  

You blink a couple of times and pull your underwear back up, pulling your skirt down. You stand and grab your heels, tights, and walk out of her room, unsatisfied and annoyed. 

☆UTAHIME IORI

𝒴our moans echo through the building, scared that others could hear you from down the hall. Utahime’s lips stayed attached to your right nipple, the tip of her tongue twirling over the bud, her hands staying at your waist, forcing you to stay still on her lap.  

Your back pressed against her desk; the files she had gone over were filled with her red marker, circling over your multiple mistakes. 

As if you enjoyed causing her problems, each word she read that was written incorrectly made her skin crawl. 

Now yours did the same for a whole different reason.  

Utahime’s office is cold, making sure your nipples were still hard even if she stopped giving them attention. 

“Ms. Iori.” You moan breathlessly, gasping as her teeth drag down the valley of your breasts, your skin covered from her tongue.  

Your pussy was soaked, and your panties stuck to it. You tried riding her lap only for her to stop you immediately. 

“I taught you better.” Her voice is authoritative, yet so gentle.  

Her eyes flicker up to you as she leans back in her chair, her lips glisten from her saliva, and her lipstick covers your skin and her chin. 

“I’m so disappointed, don’t think I’m not.” She continues, bringing her right hand up to rest on your cheek, her thumb brushing back and forth, slowly. 

Your eyes look down at her shirt, watching her chest move up and down as she breathes steadily.  

“I can make it up to you, I promise.” You whisper, and she raises a brow, “By not making any more mistakes?” She quickly responds, and you sit quietly now. 

She hums and nods, “Didn’t think so.” She whispers and sighs, resting the nail of her thumb between her teeth as she stares at you. 

Her eyes run over to your face, the beauty that you are; she should feel ashamed by her actions, pulling you into her perverse ways. She is ashamed, only a little, but there are times when she looks at you, and she sees the same yearning. 

As if you’re water in a drought for her, you’d give to her over and over again, bringing her back to life just by your scent alone.  

Tapping her hand on your ass, she sighs, “Get on my desk, sweet girl.” She licks her lips, and you bite your bottom lip, trying your best to hide your smile. “Should I pull my skirt up, ma’am?” You giggle, and her heart beats faster from your words. Utahime swears you’re trying to give her a heart attack, day by day. 

She nods and watches you get on the edge of her desk, your heels pressing on her chair, locking her in. Your cotton panties are now ready to be pulled off, soaked with your arousal.  

“Take them off.” She whispers, her eyes darker as you listen, sliding them off slowly.  

“Good girl.” She mumbles, still having her thumb between her teeth, her skin buzzing, wanting nothing more than to devour you. 

She stares at your pulsing pussy, her eyes move up to your face, waiting for whatever. Her hands move your legs closer and pull your panties off from your ankles and toss them on the ground. 

“You enjoy being a problem to this company?” She questions, sliding your thighs open, you gulp and shake your head no. “Then why do you act incompetent?” Utahime mumbles, her thumb sliding down your folds, watching your cunt twitch. You clear your throat, and she glances up at you, giving you a look. You go quiet and watch her still, your eyes on hers, then move to her lips. 

“Pick up one of the files and read your mistakes, because clearly you enjoy making me look bad.” Her index finger continues to glide up and down between your folds, loving each twitch and shiver you give her.  

Your hand grabs one of the files, and your eyes immediately see the mistakes, from the help of her marker.  

“I should have placed a period, there’s an on running sen-” You whimper as Utahime pulls her hand back and slaps your pussy. The pain is aching and vibrating; your cunt pulsates harder now. 

“Keep going.” Utahime doesn’t look at you, doesn’t need to because her actions are doing the talking now. 

You listen and open your mouth, “The company’s name is spelled incorrectly.” You jump as Utahime slaps your pussy again, this time harder than the first one. Then she slaps it again, the smacking sounds going on repeat. 

Your pussy hurts, and your whimpers turn into moans as she slaps your pussy for the eleventh time now. 

Your arousal on her hand, your clit swollen and twitching over and over again. You're so sensitive that if she inserts any of her fingers in you, you're sure you’d cum right then and there.  

Utahime is mean with her slaps; each one had a reason, berating you to do better, but you both know better. You’ll keep up these mistakes, and she’ll keep implementing barbaric punishments you both look forward to. 

“You’re so beautiful, but you really do love causing trouble.” She sighs, mostly saying it to herself.  

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, sniffling, and Utahime laughs, shaking her head. “You’re not sorry, baby, cause if you were, you would do better.” She notes and smacks your pussy one more time, making you shut your legs. Utahime hums and opens them back up, her hand rubbing your pussy up and down as she coos at you. 

“Just do better for me.” She murmurs, leaning closer and wrapping her lips around your nipple, her thumb now teasing your clit as she bites at your left nipple gently. 

You squirm and wrap your arms around her as you whine and cry. “Fuck, that hurts so good.” You gasp, feeling Utahime smirk against you. 

Moving her head to your right, she drags her thumb down your pussy, so close to sliding it in your hole, but she does not. Instead, she circles your folds, slightly easing the pain as she sucks on your right nipple. Her lips move up to your shoulder blade, digging her teeth against your skin, leaving many bite marks. 

You owned her mind; she owned your body. That’s just how it went between you two. 

☆YUKI TSUKUMO

𝒞urrently on a phone call, a mint in her mouth as you sat on her left thigh, skirt on the ground. Your lips ghost over hers, but every time you attempted to kiss, she dismissed you each time.  

Her free hand picks up your panties that were on the table behind you, and balls them up before stuffing them in your mouth, making you gag in surprise.  

Yuki now placed her left hand on your waist, rubbing the tip of her finger against your skin to coax you to keep riding her thigh. Her pants are ruined already, not that it bothered her; she had more hiding somewhere in the office.  

Pulling the phone away from her, she glares at you, “Ride me until you’ve learned your lesson.”  

You sigh and watch her place her telephone back against her ear, hearing what her client has to say. You’ve taken calls, taken care of her, but for some odd reason, the letters you typed up always came back incorrect.  

She’s reached a new level of tiredness with you, needing you to know that this can’t go on, but it does. 

“Yes, Mrs. O’Hara, I’m still here.” She replies to her client, eyes on you as she waits patiently. 

You hold back a whine and begin grinding on her, the slick of your pussy covering her pants. She feels it a little, feels the way your pussy squeezes for something as you ride harder.  

You try to hide your whimpers, wishing you could bury your face in her neck, but Yuki refrains from letting you do so. 

You gasp as Yuki’s fingers trace up your body, moving over to your lips, her thumb brushing over the bottom lip before pressing into your mouth. You suck on her thumb and continue to ride yourself out. Your whimpers are muffled by your panties and her thumb. 

Your pussy lips ached for something more than just getting off her thigh; you wanted her lips, marking you all over, like you owed it to her, and maybe you did.  

She quickly ends the call and places the telephone down, now giving you her attention. Moving her hands to your waist, she helps you ride yourself on her. “Shit, just like that, honey.” She whines, and you grind harder, the texture of her pants making you a moaning mess. 

She keeps the panties in your mouth, forcing you to be confined. 

Your clit twitches as you feel yourself so close to cumming now. Yuki can tell by your face and the way your moans become like whimpers. 

You jerk your body closer to her, and she wraps her arms around your waist. Then, bringing her right hand up to your mouth, she pulls the panties out and tosses them on your skirt. You moan and whine, “Ah– that feels so good.” You gasp, your eyes on hers still. 

Yuki could almost cum at the sight, sweetest moans and eyes gleaming as you reached new levels of ecstasy. 

“You just wanted my attention, is that it, angel?” She whispers and smiles at you. 

You nod and moan again; you're so close. “Fuck.” You jerk your hips up, and Yuki moves her hand down to your ass, gripping them and leaning closer. 

“Open your mouth.” She whispers, and you open wide. Yuki doesn’t take another second, spitting in your mouth. “Close it and swallow.” You close your mouth and swallow hard, the action turning you on even more. 

You gasp and jerk again, “That’s it, baby, use my body.” She smirks, and you do as she says. 

Relaxing your body, you continue to move your hips back and forth, the folds of your pussy pressed hard against her. Yuki holds you tighter as you jerk your body more, your moans cutting off as you hide yourself in her neck. 

Cum spills out of your pussy, covering her work pants, you ride your high out, sighing as you close your eyes tightly. 

Your body feels overstimulated while you slow down, and Yuki shushes you kindly. “It’s okay.” She mutters, still holding you as you finally stop. 

Your legs are shaky, your skin hot as fire, only slightly cooling down by her comfort. 

“That’s my good girl.” She rasps, and you smile, planning your next mistakes. 

☆BUTCH!GOJO SATORU

𝐼t had been over a month since the last time she had touched you for your countless mistakes. It was simple, only slapping your ass until you couldn’t sit on it anymore, but that was not enough for you. 

You missed the way her veins popped out from her hand with each blow as she held you to keep you still. 

You’ve thought about it, dreamt about it, touched yourself about it, but still nothing. 

Tapping your foot against the carpet, you organized your desk. Checking the drawers inside, making sure you had everything you needed. 

A hall away, her door had been shut, and muffled sounds of conversations on the phone went through the vents.  

You couldn’t tell what she was saying, couldn’t tell who she had been cooperating with all this time. 

Instead of letting your thoughts of her lips, fingers, and voice take control, you tried your best to find different outlets. 

This is a stupid game you’ve been playing for too long now. You’ve tried it all to get her attention, wearing skirts so tight that whenever you bend, it shows your curves. Accidentally messing up her coffee, knowing what she likes, and submitting things to her a day late. 

At this point, you were sure Gojo would fire you at least, but no, she kept you in her vicinity. Pulling you closer anytime you seemed to start slipping away. 

Gojo felt bad in a way, corrupting your mind and body with her urges. She knows better, or at least she scolds herself into believing. 

Throughout that month, Gojo watched you closely. The act you placed on, you acted as if you weren’t causing a problem in the workplace, and she pursued the act. 

Yet, when she was alone, at home, or in her office, she pleasured herself to the thoughts of you. Wondering how your lips would feel on her nipples or at the bud of her pussy. Would you be gentle? Would you be rough like her?  

Her brain would short-circuit every time as she thought about whether you would smack her. Mostly on her face as you shamed her for everything. 

She’s been waiting patiently for an outburst, but nothing. 

Little did she know, you had many, mostly to yourself, one of the reasons being scared to lose your job. Guilt is eating you both alive, mostly Gojo. 

The funny thing about guilt is that it drives you to do some unthinkable things. 

The clock on the wall that had been over the front door ticked, being one of the few things that stopped the silence from suffocating you. 

Still organizing the drawers of your desk, you take your time and begin to sharpen your pencils. The fire in your arms and stomach never left, making a home in you, one you tried to light out more times than you could count. 

Gojo came out of her office, standing by the wall that curves to the hallway, staring at you.  

Biting her bottom lip as she gripped the letters in her hand, she almost crumpled them. You don’t turn, not feeling her presence as you hum away, anything to get you through another day at work. 

Stepping away from the walk, she walks over to you, tossing the papers in a nearby trash can and standing in front of your desk now, arms crossed. 

You look up from what you’re doing, blinking a bit as you see her, those light blue eyes that always distract you in the best way possible.  

“Yes?” You question, Gojo’s breath stops, and she has to clear her throat to not let her voice crack as she speaks. “Can you follow me to my office?” She asks, but more as a statement, you nod and stand. 

Your hands shake a little as you wonder if this is it? If you were finally getting fired from this job, scared to ask, you stayed quiet while you walked behind Gojo. 

She doesn’t look behind her once; the sounds from your steps and small mutters do enough. Gojo smirks as she pushes her door open and stands against it, watching you small yourself up around her, unknowingly to you. 

“You’re thinking loud.” She informs you, you look up at her, and gulp, “Sorry.” You speak up a little as you fully step inside. Gojo shuts the door behind her and walks over to her desk, sitting down in her chair. Her office had a more comfortable feeling to it. Two chairs in front of her table, a bay window behind where she sat, and a white couch that’s pressed against the wall facing her desk.  

You stay standing as you look at her. She’s quiet, hands clasped, and on top of the desk, her eyes follow every movement you make. 

“Do you like this job?” She asks, genuinely, but it still throws you off. You nod and let out a sigh, “Yes, I like working here if that’s what you’re asking.” You trail off, Gojo glances at your skirt, which stops at your knees, and she can’t help but wonder what color panties you’re wearing today. 

“Do you like working with me?” She gets you there, you figured it was a trick question, and it is in a way; you hate how demanding she is at times, though you also seek it out. 

“I do, I like it here.” You mutter, and Gojo shakes her head. “Not what I just asked.” It’s silent between you two now, you’re not sure what move to take, and she’s not sure if she should risk it again. Gojo then stands and comes over to you, leaning against her desk, her hands pressed on the edge of it as she stares at you. 

“I’ve thought about firing you, not for the reasons you think. You’re good at your job, yet you have started to slip up. Things that should be second nature to you, because you're my secretary, you just seem not to get it through your head.” 

Crossing her arms, her muscles flex through her shirt, making your eyes flicker at them before looking back into her eyes. 

There’s a glare in them that you have not seen in a while, not until that day. 

You take a deep breath as Gojo steps closer to you, her face inches away from yours, and it takes everything in you not to break and kiss her. 

“I really am sorry, and I can do better.” You plead. Gojo hums and glances at the couch, “I hope so, but words are never enough for me. You have to show me that you're capable of doing better.” She rasps, stepping closer, you shiver as you feel her nipple brush against yours. 

Nodding again, you blink a few times, “I’m willing to do whatever you want.” 

Gojo holds in a smile; her pussy throbs at your voice. Taking a step back, she hums and tilts her head. 

“Take your skirt and panties off, keep your heels on, and ride one of my pillows.” She rasps out, and your heart beats faster as you watch her sit on her desk, waiting. 

Nudging her head up, the smirk finally appears on Gojo’s face as she sees your stunned look. “I thought you were willing to prove you can do better.” She teases, and your heart flips at her tone. You nod and glance at your heels. Clearing your throat, you look back at her, “I did, I am.” You state, and she smiles, fluttering her eyelashes at you. 

“Good girl.” She praises, seeing the way your body jerks from that. 

You move over to the couch, your back facing it as you unzip your skirt and push it down off you. Gojo licks her bottom lip as she stares at your legs; your cellulite is visible now. 

Getting on the couch, you face the right armchair as you sit on your knees, the right side of your body presses into the cushion as you pull a pillow to you. Placing it underneath you, you hover over it as your pussy aches, your hands becoming slightly sweaty as you feel nervous. 

Gojo stays quiet as she observes you, “That’s it, babygirl, pleasure yourself on my pillow.” She beckons, her voice sounding like a siren’s call. 

Pressing your body on the pillow, you keep one hand on the pillow and the other on the couch to keep yourself somewhat steady.  

A part of you feels embarrassed doing this, and excited to do whatever she asks. It’s not physical touch like you wanted, but this works too; Gojo staring at you as you fuck yourself. 

You fold the pillow a little with your thighs as you begin to rock your pussy back and forth against it. You look down, taking it slow first, the texture on your cunt slightly rough but not enough to hurt. 

Gojo swallows her saliva hard as she watches you, her eyes dark as her hands grip the edge of the desk, licking her bottom as you glance back at her. 

Your pussy throbs at the sight. There is no need for words as you look at her, your heart beating faster while you quicken up your grinding. You move your hand that was on the pillow to your clit, rubbing it in circles. 

Moaning, you face your head back to the armrest and look down at the cushion. The tension in your body is growing as your nipples get harder. 

“That’s it, ride that pretty pussy on my pillow, leave your scent on it, baby.” She rasps, her right hand jerking as she holds back from taking her clothes off and fucking herself to you. 

“Shit, don’t say things like that.” You whine, moving your hips back and forth, your pussy wetting the pillow a little now as your clit twitches. Gojo giggles and crosses her arms, “Why not? You look so pretty like this, yeah, that’s it, doll, tap on your clit for me.” She whispers, and you groan, your ring and middle finger begin tapping on your clit repeatedly, which makes you flinch, messing up the rhythm you’ve made on accident. 

Gojo’s eyes move over to your legs, down to your heels, the way they press into the couch as you keep grinding harder. 

She knows this isn’t enough for you, and truly, it’s not enough for her, too.  

“Stop.” She says sternly, and you pause immediately, your brows crease as you turn your head to look at her, trying your best not to pout. 

“It was starting to feel good.” You complain, Gojo chuckles and comes up to you, nodding. “I don’t doubt that, but come on, sweet girl. You would rather my mouth than some basic pillow, hm?”  

You shiver as Gojo’s right hand comes up from under your chin, smushing your cheeks as she keeps you from looking anywhere else. 

You nod and clear your throat, “Yes, please.” Gojo smirks and lets go of your face. “Need you off the pillow then.” She replies, you then move off it, Gojo places it to the side as she watches you sit in front of her now. 

Gojo hovers over you, resting her right hand on the wall as she lifts her left leg back and takes her heel off, then her right heel off after.  

You stare up at her, admiring the way she looks in the lighting. 

Gojo steps back and gets on her knees, her right hand resting on your right ankle, trailing up your body slowly. “How did I get so lucky with a secretary like you?” She whispers, leaning down, her lips pressing on your left thigh, kissing up your skin. 

You blink a couple of times, trying to get a word out, but you are unable to. 

Gojo’s left hand comes up between your thighs and opens your legs wider for her. Her eyes gleaming at the sight of your pulsing pussy, your clit swollen and so sensitive.  

Bringing her thumb to it, her eyes flicker up to your face as she brushes it up and down carefully, watching you squirm. 

“I got you, baby, it’s okay.” She whispers, leaning her head down, her tongue licks your pussy lips, moaning at the taste. 

The vibration of her moans makes you bring your hand on her shoulder, your legs wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. Gojo smirks and kisses your aching pussy, moving her hands underneath your thighs, she holds you, brushing her fingers side to side on your skin. 

Spitting on your pussy she watches it drool down before pressing her tongue against your hole and licking it up. 

You moan and gasp, pressing your hand harder on her shoulder, only for Gojo to hold you harder. The sounds of her slurping up your slick that's mixed with her spit make your stomach turn as your legs shake.  

“Ah- Gojo, fuck right there!” You whine and grind your hips up; her nose brushes against your clit, sniffing up your scent. “You like this? Hmm?” She moans and keeps sucking at your folds, shoving her mouth more into you. Your fingers dig into her shoulder, and she groans from the pain, her pussy feeling so stimulated. 

Thrusting her tongue into your hole now, you gasp and arch your back, moaning louder as you place your free hand on the wall. 

Gojo doesn’t let up for air, only curling her tongue and hitting your g-spot, your pants turning her on as your thighs hold her tighter.  

“You’re so good to me.” You whine out, pouting, you felt as if you could cry from genuine happiness, but you didn't have it in you, your brain feeling mush as you feel her biceps flex under you. She has you in a grip, and each time you begin to ride her face, Gojo quickly reminds you that she has it under control. 

Flickering her eyes up at you, she hums as she sees your face, your mouth open as you let out struggling breaths and incoherent words. Gojo fucks her tongue into you rough, enjoying the way you clench yourself around her.  

“That’s it, baby, fuck, you taste so damn good.” Gojo groans and presses her face into your pussy more, not having enough of you. 

“Gojo!” You cry out, your legs so close to giving out, your hand on her shoulder moves to her hair, gripping it now as you bop her mouth in and out of you. “You’re so beautiful, baby, I should have done this-” Cutting herself off as she lets you ride yourself on her tongue now, watching you closely. 

“Please–please, I’m gonna cum!” You choke out, Gojo then moves her hands to your waist, the warmth of her going through your shirt, making you nervous again. 

Gojo feels you slowly down, but she doesn’t. Her tongue moves up to your clit again, wrapping her lips around it as she sucks at your bud, you hold in your tears, struggling to express to tell her how good it feels, but she knows. 

“Cum on me, pretty girl, it’s okay. I got you.” She whispers against your folds, her lips glistening from your arousal. 

You look at her, so lost in a trance, you whine as Gojo shoves her tongue back into your cunt, beckoning you. 

Your pussy grips her tongue, and as she gives you a final thrust, you moan loudly as your body twitches. Spilling out all over Gojo and the couch, you breathe heavily as you continue, drenching her face. She pulls back and smirks, then licks her lips as you push out a little more. 

Your legs and hands let go of her body, as yours go limp.  

Gojo wipes her face and chuckles as you stare at her with wide eyes, realizing what you did. “Oh.” You whisper, and Gojo laughs even more; her pride becomes bigger. Leaning down, she kisses your burning thighs slowly before looking up at you. 

“You, okay?” She mumbles, and you nod, looking around, “Sorry for messing up everything.”  

Gojo shrugs and smirks. “We haven’t tried the desk yet.” 

You gasp and playfully shove her, your pussy still pulsing as you start to feel cold. Gojo rubs her hands up and down your waist, trying to keep your nerves at ease a little. 

☆FEM!SUGURU GETO

𝒫icking up the cup of hot coffee carefully, you stand straight gradually. The bondage collar rig and leather wrist manacles are restricting you from making any actual movement. You walk down the hall, your heels clicking as you reach her office. 

Shutting it behind you, Suguru looks up from her desk, pushing her thin black rectangular glasses up her nose bridge.  

You come around the left side of the desk and place the coffee on the wooden coaster. 

You then get on top of the edge of the counter, watching the way Suguru takes her red marker and circles through your incorrect spelling. 

Her free hand comes up under your skirt, resting between the warmth of your thighs, her fingers close to touching your clothed pussy, but don’t. 

Placing the marker down, she picks up her coffee and sips on it, humming as she looks at you. “Good girl, so you do know how to follow directions.” You smile and nod, and feel her hand move out from under your skirt. 

Suguru brings her hand under the collar of the rig and gently tugs you closer, her lips brush over yours before pressing them on yours. Missing the softness as she drags her lips side to side on yours, opening her mouth a little, Suguru lets you slide your tongue in before pulling back. 

You pout and look at her in confusion. 

“Why’d you stop me?” You ask, Suguru looks down at your skirt, and brings both of her hands to it, pushing it up until it stuffs up together on your stomach, your panties now exposed. 

“You don’t get rewards for half-assed work, you know this.” She tells you and looks up from her glasses that slide down her nose again. 

Bringing one of her hands to her face, she pushes it back up and sighs, “Your two recent letters, full of grammatical errors, but of course you don’t care.” She goes on, pulling your underwear down and sliding them off your heels, letting them drop on the floor. 

You gulp at her actions, feeling your pussy getting wet, as she rubs her warm hands up and down your thighs.

“Open your legs.” She mumbles, you widen them, and Suguru moves her hand to the handle of the drawer, opening it up. She grabs the key that's in there.

Shutting the drawer, she brings the key to the locks of the bondage rig and unlocks your left manacle first, then moves to the right before unlocking the collar. Taking the bondage rig off you, you sigh and turn your neck from left to right as you ease the stress a little.

Suguru places the bar on her table and scoots you in front of her now, her hands rest on your waist again, and she sighs once her eyes lock with yours.

“You have any shame?” She whispers, a part of her, asking herself the question rather than you. Her fingers go to the buttons on your shirt, unbuttoning one by one unhurriedly. 

You nod and lick your bottom lip, “I’m sorry.” You whisper back and catch the smirk on her face, “No, you’re not.” She responds and opens the last button, your body exposed, and her eyes immediately land on your bra. Suguru licks her lip and brings her right hand to the strap of your bra, hooking her fingers underneath, she tugs it down.

You shiver again as your other strap falls by itself, your bra still cupping your breasts, until both of her hands come behind you and unhook your bra.

You let it slip off you as the cold air makes your nipple sting a little and harden. Suguru does not waste any time as you place your bra to the side. Pulling you closer, her right hand picks up your right boob and wraps her mouth around it.

Her tongue flicks up and down, making goosebumps rise on your skin as you squirm a little.

You lean your head back and sigh, “Mmh– right there.” You whimper, and Suguru bops her head up and down as she sucks your nipple.

The taste of your breast turns her on, moving her left hand to her pussy, she grinds herself against the cloth of her panties, and pants as she keeps sucking your bud. Whimpering and whining,

You bring your hand up to Suguru’s hair, itching her scalp. Suguru then moves her mouth to your left nipple and twirls her tongue around your nipple, mimicking it like it’s your clit. 

Pulling back from your nipple, she pulls her left hand away from her crotch and sighs, frustrated more than ever, at herself than you.

You keep your legs open, your panties taunting her to suck your pussy through them. 

Suguru shakes her head and groans, “You’re not gonna touch me?” You tilt your head and rest your hands on the counter, leaning back. Suguru looks you in the eyes and scoffs, “Told you.” She picks up her coffee and sips on it.

“You don’t get rewarded for half-ass work.” Suguru raises a brow, and you look at her, stunned. 

Before you could speak, she placed her cup in her left hand and picked up the letters, placing them on your lap. “Look over these and give me new ones before the end of your shift.” She says sternly, you try and speak but she shakes her head as she keeps sipping on her coffee.

“Fine.” You stand and fix your skirt, picking up your bra, and you place it on. Grabbing your shirt, you place it on, staring at Suguru, who has a smug look on her face as she watches you button up.

Saying nothing, you grab the letters and walk out of her office, slamming the door behind you. Suguru laughs in her cup and imagines your pussy as she goes back to work.

☆BUTCH!SUKUNA RYOMEN

𝐿eaning forward over the desk, your hands planted on top, your eyes scan over your words. The letter that should have been sent out a day ago. “See all those incorrect words?” She voices.

You sniffle as the tears hit your lips, licking them up; the saltness lingers for a little while. 

You nod and jerk forward as Sukuna lands her hand hard on your ass again, your skirt, panties, and tights on the ground. Your cheeks are sore from being smacked for the past two minutes now. You yelp and grip the side of the desk as Sukuna lands another blow, your cunt pulsing, waiting for more as your legs feel weak.

“Did you honestly think I would allow this behavior to go on?” Sukuna questions and keeps her hand resting on your ass as she looks at your back.

Sukuna glances at the mirror that is beside her office door, to the right of you both. Her sleeves rolled up, her muscles flexed as her left hand gripped the back of your neck to keep you still. 

Raising her right hand, she smacks your right ass cheek hard before slapping your left cheek.

You moan and clench your pussy, leaning more into her desk to get away, but she doesn’t let you.

Her left forearm comes over your neck, pulling you up from the desk, your back hits her body, her breasts pressing into you as Sukuna’s face hides in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“I need an answer, doll.”

You shiver and shake your head, “No.” You rasp, and Sukuna brings her right hand up to your chin, turning your face to look at yourself in the mirror.

Your lips open a little at the sight, your lips puffy, eyes red from your tears, your shirt open with just your bra on, and your legs on full display.

“Look at you, a filthy mess for me, and you still want more.” She laughs as she looks at you in the mirror.

Sukuna trails her right hand down to your clit and rubs her middle finger against it. You squirm and whine as she grips her bicep and forearm around your neck, keeping you somewhat still.

“This pretty pussy can’t handle a little attention, is that what this is?” Sukuna mocks, and you cry more, wanting her fingers to plunge inside you rather than tease. 

“Please.” You cry out, and Sukuna’s lips brush against your cheek, caressing your skin a little.

Humming, she laughs in your ear, smirking as she starts to stare at herself in the mirror. Then, sitting down on her chair, she makes you sit on her lap, your body shivering and cold from her office.

“You’re so beautiful, baby, I should be saying I have the best secretary ever, but all you ever want is to dumb your mind.” She rambles, and as you try to shut your legs together to start grinding, Sukuna slaps the side of your thigh, forcing you to open back up.

“Why are you being so mean?” You pout, tears still falling, Sukuna brings her lips to your earlobe, nipping at it. 

“Cause you deserve it, I can’t have my pretty girl think she can do whatever she wants without repercussions.” Slapping your pussy, you shiver and hitch your hips up. Sukuna’s tongue plays with your earlobe, making you moan.

Slapping your pussy one more time, your clit twitches, and you arch your back. “A-ah, S’too much! Sukuna, please!” Your cries, however, get swallowed up as she makes your head rest on her left shoulder, tilting you a little before pressing her lips on yours.

Sucking your tongue, you groan in the kiss and try to close your legs again, just for Sukuna to open them and thrust her fingers in your dripping cunt. 

You moan in the kiss and begin grinding her middle and ring fingers, your walls tighten around her as your clit aches in pain.

Sukuna bites your bottom lip and pulls her fingers out of your pussy. You whine in the kiss as she pulls back to look at you again.

“At some point, you have to realize, you don’t run shit here.” She whispers before pushing her fingers into your hole, curling them, and sliding in and out as you're compelled to sit and take it. 

It takes everything in you to behave, your body itching to ride her fingers again. 

Sukuna moves her lips down your neck, kissing slowly and leaving a wet trail. 

Sukuna stopped being gentle or what was gentle to her, thick fingers pounding into your soaking cunt relentlessly. Hitting your g-spot, you close your eyes and try to stay still, back arching just a little, but not enough for Sukuna to stop.

“Good girl, good girl. Fuck you’re taking me so well.” She purrs, moaning in your ear.

You swear you could cum from that sentence alone. Sukuna smirks and kisses your cheek. This whole thing is a joke to her.

She knows you’ll keep up a good act for a week, maybe less than that, until you’re doing something that warrants a punishment from her.

“Mmmh, that feels good, doesn’t it?” She questions and grinds her fingers into your pussy a bit faster, you nod and moan. “Feel so good.” You let out.

“I know, sweet girl, your pussy is sucking my fingers so good.” Sukuna moans in your ear again, and you give in, bucking your hips back and forth, already spilling cum.

Sukuna feels it drip down to her knuckles, not stopping as she lets you ride yourself out.

Your pleasure is her pleasure.

“Come on, baby, give me something to taste.” She pumps her fingers, your hole gaping as your legs shake.

You cry, your body feeling tense as you cum hard, your pussy feeling so sensitive.

Sukuna smiles at the sight, “There she is.” She mumbles and slides her fingers out of you; you’re a whimpering mess, the favorite look Sukuna has of you.

Tapping your clit, you squirm in her lap, and she chuckles, then brings her fingers to her mouth, licking and sucking your cum.

“Missed this delicious pussy, but you know that already.” She muffles out, still licking you up. 

You lie limp on her body, and her left hand rubs your stomach.

Sukuna wipes her fingers dry on her pants, leans her head against the chair, looking back in the mirror, she smirks as her eyes run down your tired body. Finding it so beautiful, you’re calmer now, mind cleared from any stress.

You thank Sukuna in your mind for this, finally getting some sort of relief after a hectic start to the week.

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