#!satoru

tw. boss / secretary, exhibitionism, 𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲. ♥︎

from the moment you stepped foot in his glass office, there was just something about you.

he asked you to switch your desk with whoever’s was closest to his office so he had you in his periphery at all times. phone calls, meetings, doing plain paperwork - he’s not shy about the looks he constantly sent you. not to mention that little smirk he pulls that creeps in as soon as you looked back.

slowly but surely, when the overtimes came one after the other - neither one of you were complaining. dare he say, he preferred it. your colleagues start to leave the floor, very nearly leaving you all to himself but never quite fully.

until one day you decided to stay just a tad later with what you thought was a sly excuse of having so much to get done - when he knows exactly every little thing you’ve got your nose buried in at work - which to be frank, was not a lot.

he almost came in his pants when you boldly sat on his desk, briefs warm with his tip leaking pre-cum. lips crashed, clothes only partly discarded, and all of a sudden his office felt so hot. he needed to get in you so bad, next thing you know, you’re bent over his desk, breasts marking the glass with your own sweat - his cock so deep in you, his balls hit the back of your legs with every thrust.

up until this point it was always mr. gojo, but he learned just how fast you switched over to first name basis with how fast he’s able to make you cum.

“d-don’t stop, satoru, I beg you!”

he learned just how loud that pretty voice of yours could get too. and apparently, so loud that you wouldn’t have noticed the person secretly taking photos behind you… if it weren’t for the sudden flash.

oops.

@fallesto : "This can go the easy way or the hard way, it is down to you." (Gojo)

Contrived myths persisted as mortals tend to hold to the cliches of forebears. And while a certain Cultist busied himself with rather sightful observation of over-crowded metropolitan and less enthusiastic gourmet tasting his refinement had better scale of cynical diversity to offer while brow would hardly mop in his turn around.

Detail gives the novel some verisimilitude, so vocally he advanced to root around odds and probabilities of clash, " What if I refuse both? If I'm not mistaken, old friend, you cannot threaten me in public without threatening everyone around ... "

@muraskiii : flicks gummy worms at him, "to keep your brain company!"

Thrumming energy on a spectrum with vice at either end softens roundabout of atmospheric confluence in glooms of play-pretend. Motion caught with a mere side glance - a surprise addressing him to be roused.

Thread of binding unlaced. Bane without bleeding baring set of enamel-coated structures lurking in (un)natural denture, — they lashed out —, teeth sank with ease into tenderly succulent stem captured in mid-fall. Roughness given to a surface not longer than fragments of glue to adhere. Chewing, biting, but not swallowing. Unfolding palm outstretched near now-incomplete forehead to capture another unhealthy delight dropping down his way. That's the second one. All the while blackened gaze of the hijacked vessel notably lingered right on the Honored One with eyebrow raised without tick, and twitch in eye's brim, '' How thoughtful of you. '' A clap back at progressive tug at his customary display of confessional nonchalance.

'' At least invite me to a proper dinner. And if you're that bored -- who gets to walk away undamaged wins. '' He could hold up to shame and laugh to scorn, emboldening their banters until the end of the days.

@digenvez : how about you talk to me about dark romance, hmm~? [ from satoru :) ]

'' Satoru ... ''

The Binge Eater gave him a slow and silent stare, eyes filled to the brim with something unspeakable, unreadable, undetectable; until he willed to expose his motives. By the set of his jaw Satoru could see that he is resolved, the strength is in him. The Honored one's flame of concern could be rightfully kindled by devious gleam of raw intensity in his eyes manifesting seconds later. It was also Geto endorsing and minimizing the distance between them in no time to bare minimum. Precursory appendage rose, sharp fingers claiming the collar of his shirt with firm tenderness to keep his balance still and in place, composed for conquest. '' It is that sense of kinship that drives me to tell you I hold you in esteem but there's nothing educational for me to tell you, or perhaps -- ... ''

With that pause Geto compromised frivolity with his next attack and leaned to his face. Closer and closer, maybe too dangerously so, until their conjoined vision briefly evens but then his own teeth sank into albino's plush roseate. So plump and full, biting and pulling on his lower lip, relishing sugary taste of flesh and fruit amid low and sultry exhales against his mouth. '' -- only show ... .''

@digenvez : sits on his lap~ 💕

There's a presence of heavy (*butt) landing on his -- !! Mugen.

@muriokusho : You look a little uncomfortable there, sweatie~