#getu

you'd recently landed yourself your dream job. you were an office manager for a fashion company. your boss, suguru geto, was incredibly friendly and made it a point to get to know each and every one of his employees.

you thought suguru was an amazingly cool guy. he had such a unique fashion sense, and was constantly designing new pieces. sometimes he would show you the sketches he was working on.

the first few weeks were a bit bumpy- the employees didn't want to listen to you. you had no seniority over these people. you did not climb up the ranks of this company since you were hired straight up as a manager. despite your perfect qualifications it took a long time to bond with the people under you.

every night you would go home to your husband, satoru gojo, bitching about the inconveniences of your day. satoru greeted you at the door with open arms and warm dinner on the table. he listened, nodding along, offering advice when he could.

three months into your employment suguru offered to bring you to lunch, paid for by the company card. unable to pass up free food you accepted his offer.

he brought you to a nearby italian restaurant, semi-high end. it felt expensive. you looked down at your business casual outfit, suddenly feeling out of place.

suguru's lips twitched into a slight smile that lit up his eyes, "you look good, don't worry."

his words didn't mean much to you. it was just a passing comment to make you feel better.

he walked up to the host stand and you trailed behind him. he smiled brightly, "reservation for two, under geto."

the hostess nodded at him, "right this way," she grabbed two menus and gestured for you two to follow her.

suguru pulled your chair out for you, which made a small blush creep onto your cheeks. no one had ever done that for you before.

you gave him and awkward smile and cleared your throat, "thank you, geto."

he laughed, it sounded genuine, "you can call me suguru, we are outside of the office after all." you nodded and agreed.

browsing the menu you found yourself surprised at the prices. this place looked expensive, and damn, was it expensive. you scoured the pasta section for whatever looked the cheapest, not wanting to spend too much money your first time having the company card.

once you ordered you finally relaxed, letting out a deep breath that released the tension from your muscles. conversation started to flow freely.

suguru told you about his husband and how he was the inspiration for his business. he showed you photos of his husband and adopted son. in many photos you noticed his family wearing designs he had created.

you smiled at his phone before commenting, "it's sweet, how they're wearing your designs. i'm happy for you."

"thank you. have you got a man or woman at home?" he inquired, brows furrowing.

pink dusted your cheeks as you thought about satoru, "yeah, me and my husband married last year! things have been well, he's thrilled that i got this job."

you reciprocated his efforts, showing him photos of you and satoru. he nodded along with your anecdotes, "he sounds lovely, i'm always glad to hear my employees have a good life outside the office. makes work easier, you know?"

"yeah, it really does." you agreed.

your food came and went. both of you scarfed your food down. he threw the card down on the table to pay the bill.

once you returned to the office there was only a few hours left in your shift. it went by relatively fast. at 5:00 PM you clocked out and got ready to head home.

you passed suguru's office on your way out and waved, "goodnight, suguru! thank you again for earlier!"

he offered a slight wave in return, "no problem, see you tomorrow."

when you got home you fumbled with the key in the lock and opened the door. satoru was sitting on the couch, he looked in your direction and gave you a dry greeting.

"hey, sweetheart. how was your day? i barely heard from you other than you telling me about lunch with your boss." his question sounded like he was interested in your day, but his tone indicated otherwise.

you raised an eyebrow at him, "are you okay, 'toru? my day was good though. i had some pasta at lunch and then was caught up in work afterwards. busy day."

he sighed, "yeah, i'm fine. i just wish you'd tell me more about you going out one on one with another man. even if he's your boss." the annoyance was clear on his face, and it broke your heart to see.

"of course, i'm sorry. if it makes you feel better, he's married... to a man. i don't think there's any interest in me. even if there was, my eyes are only for you, satoru." you stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug.

satoru gripped you tighter than he had in a while, as if he was afraid of losing you.

weeks passed, days all the same. things with satoru had gone back to normal thankfully.

now, you had a large project and an upcoming deadline. it was stressing you out, even at home. satoru listened to your stressed out rants, but each one made him feel farther from you. you were existing in your own world now, and he wasn't a part of it. he played the role of the ever supportive boyfriend, he couldn't burden you with his feelings.

you were going into the office early and staying late. a dark shade of purple had found home under your eyes. the little amount of sleep you got couldn't fix it.

suguru was patient with you, he did his best to assist you with your project. he stayed late with you. his help was greatly appreciated. these long nights were followed by cries in your car. the stress ate away at you and the lack of sleep made your emotions dysregulated.

satoru was cold with you, but you didn't have the energy to figure out why. you let him give you short responses and squirm away from your touch.

you'd tell him about your day, omitting most details regarding suguru. you didn't want to hurt his feelings and fight again.

you had your head on his shoulder, the most touch he had allowed you in days. you told him about how the project was finally finished and how suguru had helped you wrap it up.

satoru huffed out a breath, "it's always something about suguru with you. what's so great about this guy anyways? do you even care about me anymore?"

you lifted your head from his shoulder to look him in the eyes. "satoru, sweetheart... of course i care about you. i care about you more than anything. you're my husband. my everything." you reached your hand out to gently stroke his face.

he backed away from the touch, giving you a stone cold stare. "i feel like it is no longer my limitless creating infinite distance between us."

you felt defeated. "what makes you feel that way? please, i want to fix this, to fix us." something deep in your chest ached. the thought of losing him was unbearable.

"i just feel like i'm no longer apart of your world. you work all the time, and you're always with this guy who treats you better than i do at this point. i want to be close, to bridge this weird gap."

you took a closer look at him. his white hair was messy, looking like he hadn't been keeping it styled as normal. bags had formed under his eyes. the color had been drained from his skin, even his eyes looked dull.

you didn't realize how bad this had actually become.

"i'm so sorry. i wish you had told me sooner. what can i do? what would make you feel better? i'll do anything. you are the most important thing to me." you reached out and grabbed his hand. he let you, his fingers hanging loosely in yours.

his eyes brightened, a small spark returning to his spirit, "i'm not sure. i'll think about it though, okay? i love you."

"i love you too, satoru."

satoru leaned in and closed the space between your lips. kissing you for what felt like the first time in forever.

you had an idea, maybe a stupid one, but an idea nonetheless.

"what if i bring you to the office? let you meet suguru? i'm sure he'll tell you about his husband too, maybe you guys can bond." he gave you a puzzled expression before agreeing.

tomorrow satoru was coming into the office with you.

when you woke up satoru was already awake. he had a nice button down shirt on, matched with black pants. you smirked, "looking good, baby."

he laughed, "i've got to show off today. you're my girl after all."

you playfully shoved his arm, "i've always been your girl, 'toru."

you wore your typical sweater and skirt combo, not too fancy, but classy enough for the office setting.

satoru drove you to work. you entered the office with him right behind you. he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. it almost made you fear what he had planned, but the rational part of your brain knew he wouldn't do anything to seriously jeopardize your career.

suguru was in the hallway when you entered, he grinned and waved, "good morning! oh! this must be your husband, satoru, right?" he extended his hand toward satoru.

satoru reluctantly took it and gave him a firm shake. "i've heard a lot about you, geto. you seem to run a good place here." you could detect the underlying sarcasm in his tone, and you prayed suguru didn't notice.

"all good things i hope... yes, it's a smooth operation we've got going here. mostly thanks to your lovely wife, she manages office affairs. we are all very grateful to her." suguru was smiling in your direction as he delivered your praise.

"many good things. i'm glad you find my wife lovely. i do too. you guys are lucky to have her days." his voice had dropped, almost cold now. you prodded his side with your elbow and glared at him.

he cleared his throat and restored the smile on his face; however, it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"that we are! have a good day you two, i'm off to my office now." with that, suguru departed and closed his door behind him.

satoru dragged you into the nearest bathroom. he gripped your waist, and his voice was a low growl. "i don't like how comfortable he is with you, with us. he used my first name, i don't even know this guy."

he pressed his lips to yours: hard, hungry, and passionate.

you followed the lead he set, letting your lips dance together. he set a dizzying pace. his hands roamed your body, firmly squeezing your breasts.

he slid his hand under your shirt and bra, "all fuckin' mine, yeah?" each word was emphasized with a pinch to your nipple.

"yes! 'toru, all yours!" heat was already surging down to your pussy, you could feel your wet panties sticking to your skin.

his free hand wrapped around your throat, pushing you against the wall. you couldn't move, not that you wanted to anyways. you knew this was risky, but you didn't care right now. all you could think of was him.

his tongue swiped at your bottom lip and entered into your mouth. he groaned from the taste of your mouth alone and further pressed his body weight into you.

his knee drove up between your legs, resting against your soaked panties.

"gonna make a mess of my pants? i can practically feel how wet you are, even through these layers." he growled into your ear before nipping at your ear lobe and kissing down your neck.

he rocked his leg back and forth giving your clit slight stimulation, causing you to moan into his mouth.

he continued to draw needy noises from your mouth. your body felt like it was on fire. his hands were all over you, and your clit throbbed against his leg.

before you could process what was happening, he had you thrown up onto the sink and he knelt down between your legs.

he looked up at you with a smirk on his face and pressed two fingers to your panties.

"you're dripping. this for me? or for him? tell me baby."

you whined, trying to buck your hips against his fingers.

"you! all- all f'you... satoru." he hooked his fingers under your panties, almost ripping them off. his movements faltered and he whispered to you again.

"couldn't hear that, baby. who's got you all worked up? say it louder."

a whimper fell from your lips, it felt pathetic. "satoru. you made me feel this way. all you! please, i need you." you begged him, a pleading look in your eyes.

without hesitation he ripped your panties off and dove into your cunt. he groaned and complimented the sweet taste on his lips.

his tongue dragged up your slit, collecting your juices. he circled your clit with his tongue before latching his lips around it and sucking the sensitive nerves in.

satoru easily inserted two fingers into you, stretching you out in preparation of his cock. he curled them into that one spot he knew made you see stars.

he came up for breath and said, "this pussy's all mine, tastes too good, can't let anyone else taste this. love it s'much." he had a dazed look in his eyes, already drunk on you.

you nodded and threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to you.

"all yours. i only want you-" you panted out in between moans of his name and curses.

he hummed against your clit in approval, "suguru would never know how to make you feel good like i do, right?" he said it like a demand.

"never. only you can- can make me feel so good..."

your thighs clamped around his head as he sucked on your clit once more.

"thats right, sweetheart. cum on my tongue, let yourself feel good." he gently coaxed you. he fucked his fingers into you faster and furiously lapped at your clit.

your body started to shake as you let go, your orgasm taking control of you. your thighs gripped his head and you pulled his hair. he felt the way your walls clenched around his fingers.

"there she is, so, so good." he praised, carrying you through your orgasm.

you felt exhausted, but you knew he wasn't done with you yet. satoru had his hands gripping your hips as he flipped you around. you were bent over the sink, ass facing him. your dripping pussy on display.

he stroked himself a few times, gentle moans falling from his mouth. he bent down and whispered in your ear, "are you ready for this?"

you frantically nodded, eagerly pushing your hips back.

he slowly slid into you. he stilled once he bottomed out, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"please move, 'toru... please." you whimpered out.

he slowly dragged his cock almost all the way out, just his tip remaining, before roughly slamming back in.

you gasped, caught off guard by his sudden movements.

he thrust into you with a hurried pace. he felt so deep at this angle. the tip of his cock brushed against your sweet spot with every roll of his hips. you couldn't contain the noises coming from you.

it felt so good, your brain was cloudy. you nearly forgot you were in the office still. with suguru's office right next to this bathroom.

satoru wrapped his arm around your throat and forced you to look at yourself in the mirror positioned above the sink.

"look at you, my messy girl, falling apart for me."

tears welled in your eyes, the stimulation was too much. "aah- 'toru, it's too much." you begged, but there was no meaning to your words.

he shook his head and laughed, "you can take it, you're always so good for me." he sped up, filling you completely with each thrust.

"satoru-! s'good... too good." you cried out, your voice cracking.

you could feel that he was close, his hips began to falter and his free hand toyed with your clit.

he positioned his head by your ear, "say my name. let him know who makes you feel this good. it'll never be him. always me."

"sa- satoru! i'm so close. let me cum, please..." you squirmed in his grip, but he was unrelenting.

"thats it, cum for me, sweetheart."

he felt his balls tighten right before he spilled his load into you with a loud grunt. your pussy spasmed around him as you came again too.

you panted, your dead weight collapsing against the sink before satoru caught you in his arms.

he pulled you in close and gave you a sweet kiss. "i love you."

"i love you!" you beamed at him.

the bathroom reeked of sex and sweat, but you paid that no mind as you flattened out your skirt and fixed your hair.

you exited the bathroom and he followed. he gave you one last kiss before leaving the office so you could do your work.

suguru exited his office and made eye contact with you, "usually, i would tell you off for fucking during work hours, but he sounds like he did a damn good job. i'm almost jealous you get to hit that." he laughed, waving you away.