#art cred: scallopojisan

[satorudoll]

Baby Gumi giving Toji the sus look when he saw the love bites on Mommy's chest

Toji forgot his baby has sharp senses for a baby and baby thought Toji ate his food or hurt Mommy lol

(im starting to feel like y'all wanna turn this acc into a toji thirst vault)

Megumi always had a habit of looking up at his dad weird, the two year old boy always found his dad weird.

So he would spend most of his time toddling towards you and taking up any free space that was available next to you.

The baby boy loved to be in your arms very much, therefore everytime he woke up to find you already waiting there for him near his crib with a warm smile he'd try to get up on his small chubby legs holding onto the rail guards of the crib then forward one of his hands to make grabby hands at you.

You spent most of the day holding the baby boy in one arm and doing every other chore in your house while your husband was out for work because Megumi absolutely refused to leave your side unless he was in a deep slumber.

But as much competent the little boy was so was his dad, Megumi enjoyed all his fun time with you until it was time for his dad to come back from work, the two year old will get all pouty and fussy as soon as he'll hear the slamming of the front door and a loud "I'm home!" followed by the literal thudding of his dad's running feet.

The baby boy's brows would knit together and his tiny button nose would scrunch in distaste as soon as his dad would pull you away from his side to engulf you in a hug and lay bunch of his dirty smooches on your face.

ew, Megumi would think.

Megumi always got annoyed at his dad for doing these stuff to his mom, believing his mom was just a very nice lady to not turn his dad down.

The little boy knew his fun time was over as soon as his dad was home. He would toddle out of his room and find you sitting alone in the couch, peacefully watching television, then he would proceed to start running towards you almost tumbling in his steps just so he can climb up and sit down next to you.

But then the tall giant will casually walk in and let his entire body fall down horizontally on the couch, immediately planting his head on your thighs as well, leaving literally no space for Megumi.

The two year old boy would pause in literal disgust and shock,

This would get the two year old so mad that he would get down to pick up his toy spoon from the floor and start smacking it on the old man's head who in return would start yelling in surprise at why his son was being such a brat while you try pulling him away from his dad.

Now Megumi thought he has seen all the worst sides of his dad, until, one morning the baby boy wakes up way too early than usual due to a nightmare. Not finding you besides his crib he immediately manages to crawl up by standing on his little pile of plushies.

Megumi was indeed a smart baby.

Tumbling towards his parent's shared bedroom he could hear some weird noises coming as he got closer,

he was sure most of it were your voices though?

But you sounded like you were in pain??

He slowly opens the door which was already a bit agape,

he really couldn't understand what was going on since he was way too small and his vision could only go up so far.

But then he hears the loud sound of what he considered to be a slap along with the rough angry voice of his dad followed by your sobs,

he cannot believe his dad was hurting you ! Oh he always believed his dad was a mad man,

He was definitely worst than the monsters under his crib !

and that's all it takes for the baby boy's bottom lips to quiver and let the loudest wail out,

He felt like that helped because through his blurry vision he sees his dad immediately spring out of the bed, murmuring a string of what you taught him were "bad words" while fumbling around for something.

Your head pops out of the covers as soon as you were done fixing your night gown but the two year old was way too busy crying and rolling fat drops of tears down his red cheeks to realize that you had taken him in your arms.

"Gumi- baby what's wrong- " you try to rock him in your arms but that didn't seem to be helping,

"you are just like me kid, all grumpy early in the morning" His dad tries casually playing it off after slumping down besides you both,

but the 'just like me' causes the baby's cries to get even worst making you pass your husband a mad glare for saying that,

Toji stares at you both offended.

"I'm sorry, mommy wasn't there this morning- Won't happen again honey! I'll play with you all day today, we wont be able to play if you keep crying!" you smile as he starts to slowly quite down at those words.

"What a good little boy" You praise, slowly caressing his head and moving his little black baby hair away from his forehead.

His pout is still on his face as his vision moves down from your face but then it stops,

while Toji was joking at you about how he deserves the 'good boy' title as well and you were busy brushing him off, you both failed to notice the little boy's growing frown as he stared at all the purple bruises around your neck and collar bones.

He feels his vision start to get blurry again and then its there again,

His mouth opens wide showing off the two new set of teeth as he starts crying bloody murder.

You gasp in panic not understanding what had happened again.

As you tried to rock him again he tried getting away from your arms and instead stretching his hand towards his dad as he continued balling his eyes out.

That confused you and Toji,

He has never chosen Toji before for comfort as long as you were there,

But Toji was a little too happy to care,

"Does my little boy wanna be with daddy??" He coos, stretching his arms out for you to hand the baby to him,

"I knew you always had a soft spot for me kiddo" he gushes as soon as he takes his baby boy in his arms.

But the happiness didn't seem to have lasted long, because as soon as Megumi gets close to his dad's face his little hands flung up to grip on the locks of his dad's hair.

"What's u-" He yelps when the baby boy starts to twist and turn his fists while he continues to babble something only another baby could make out and sob like he was the one in pain,

"Oh god- baby you shouldn't do that come here-"

You try pulling Megumi back in your arms, but he is willing to take Toji's head along because he just wasn't loosening his grip.

"Gumi ! mommy will cry if you don't pay attention to her !" You make a pouty face and put your hands on your hips while Toji was busy yelping and cursing not caring that the little boy could hear everything

But that immediately gets the baby's attention because he instantly turns his head around and starts crawling to you as his cries slowly starts dying down.

"Demon child !" Toji points as he runs his hands through the locks of his hair, rubbing at the area that his son almost got him bald at,

You lift the baby up in your arms as you look at Toji,

"and don't you curse again in front of our baby" you knit your brows before turning your attention to the two year old and wiping the tears away from his puffy cheeks.

"So I'm the bad guy here??" Toji questions, looking defeated.

You shrug and walk away with Megumi in your arms who had finally gotten quite.

Oh you and Toji had a lot of explaining to do to this little boy, but that wasn't a headache you both were willing to take for Monday morning.

Maybe later at night, when Megumi will seemingly be a bit less pissed at his dad.

☆ — REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !

[satorudoll]

♱ WHINE PON YOU —

[ ☆ — MDNI PLEASE. EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD ]

#synopsis:— Mr. Gojo was the type of boss that everyone in your company was thankful for being under his wing. The beloved face of the company who is always greeting you with the brightest and the most energetic "good morning"s. But what could possibly go wrong when you walk in on your sweetest boss with his pants rolled all the way down to his ankles, wildly beating his meat in the middle of his office?

#content warning:— cheating (satoru is married), fingering, mating press, (lots of fucking or wtv), size kink, blowjob, creampie, name callings like: pretty baby, doll, baby, etc, idk what more i hv left.

#wc:— 4.2k (oh welp, shit happens)

#note:— OFC DO NOT CHEAT >:((. This is a work of pure delusions. i was gonna write straight smut, but me being me, i got caught up in a web of my sadistic emotions.

“Alright, look Mr.Gojo— your plan is surely good. In fact, I don't have any complaints against the blueprints of the product! But you have to learn to agree with others for once! The style doesn't go well with our company.” The CEO of the other company argues, voice raising higher as he steps into his fight mode,

“That's exactly what I'm tryna explain Mr.Kitagawa! We have to step out of our comfort zones from time to time. That's how we take big steps!” The tall, snowy haired man chuckles, unfazed, gesturing at the blueprint displayed on the big projector.

You along with the rest of your collegues accompanying Mr.Gojo and the employees working for the other party quietly sit at your places, growing extremely silent by each passing minute of Mr.Kitagawa's voice raising a pitch higher and Mr.Gojo's big grin getting even deeper.

“So, I'll see you on eighteenth, with the files!” Mr.Gojo, with a tight-lipped smile on, shakes hand with Mr.Kitagawa's at his defeated expression.

Mr.Gojo always had a way of getting what he wanted, one way or the other.

“And so, I told Mr.Kitagawa that such a big risk won't be possible! Our sales have a huge probability to lose a good chunk of fifty percent if we even thought of giving his plan a green light! Sigh.. That guy would take you to a trip through hell always. Don't you agree?— Hm? Miss. Y/N?”

He pauses, his head snapping down as he sneers a little,

“Oh, I forgot— my doll cannot talk right now” His lips curling up into a sinister smile as his ocean blue eyes of an angel glints in the most devilish manner, watching the utter mess you were under him.

The man snaps his hips up, rolling it painfully slow, trying to provoke a reaction from you, you whined muffled cries from how deep his girth rubbed you,

Eyes bloodshot as tears continued running down and drying up on your flushed cheeks, lips swollen and plump as your own panties stayed stuffed in your mouth, causing all your moans and words to come out in inaudible broken babbles and loud whines.

“Agh— f–fuck baby, calm down– heh— i'm not done talkin'— so mean..” he pouts like a little child before pushing his rough palms down in between your and his smushed hips, rubbing your glistening swollen folds to make you loosen up around him,

“Your pussy is always such a virgin— every time i fuck my baby's pretty cunt she always clenches like her first time haa– ”

Tugging on your swollen nipples in between his teeth while smirking up at your wrecked body on his office floor,

As your back arched while eyes rolled in the back of your skull you wondered if the old you would look at the current you and be disgusted, for letting a fine married man fill you up everyday behind the closed doors, away from any prying eyes.

Your memories of him stretched all the way back to just a few weeks after you joined the company. One specifically being the time your boss took y'all out on for dinner.

“ There is nothing y'all have to be worried about! I'll handle all that jazz— Wanna go for dinner at the new restaurant down the road now? It's on me!” Your boss beams with a wide grin as he throws on his beige coat that was rested over his big armchair.

the small crowd fills up with loud cheers and showers of praises towards the CEO at those words, maki leans down to whisper at you, “Thank the lord we got a literal manchild as our boss. May god bless him and his future seeds.”

“There is no way that guy is always this smiley— in fact, it irritates and ruins my mornings whenever his big ass smile is the first thing i see every morning i take a step in this damn office!” Utahime, one of your senior collogue continues her rant with a mouthful of udon while occasionally chugging down her glass of beer in the side.

Mei mei chuckles with an honest,“There, there, let's not be that mean to the nice guy today.. After all, all that food in your mouth is coming from his pocket”.

“You think I cannot pay—” You turn your head away towards the other table, ignoring the little argument that was brewing between your two senior collogues, Your gaze halting at your boss who sat in a table full of loud gushing employees, just few feet away from you, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up as he circles his arm around the shoulder of another one of your male collogues and clinked his beer glass with the rest, releasing one of his hearty laughter.

You feel your heart start picking up its pace, cheeks feeling hot when his crystal blue eyes moves from the female employee who was heartily chattering in front of him to you who was at a distance from him.

His lips curl up into a sweet smile, tilting his glass which might have seemed like gesture of friendliness to anyone, but you proceed to quickly snap your head away in response and chug your own drink down.

You felt extremely guilty, too guilty to even have a teeny tiny crush on your sweetheart of a boss. Your way of convincing yourself was that, it must be normal, you are pretty sure half a dozen of the entire population in this building might have a thing for Mr.Gojo.

“Miss.L/n.. right?”

Your head snaps up towards the sound of the deep yet gentle voice, seeing the six feet man overshadowing you,

Mr.Gojo's eyes looking heavy yet playful as he stared down at your small frame, his charming smile still held up although he looked so drunk.

Maybe this guy was this smiley, after all.

You have no idea how fast the night went because one moment you are waving goodbye to your friends who were half yelling drunkenly or dragging their feet home, to sitting right next to Mr.Gojo in the taxi, 'dropping him home'.

“mhm.. s'rry, usually am not this reckless Miss.L/n— i swearrr ” Your boss let out a raspy chuckle, eyes literally shut closed as he continues to slur random words out along with his address. You could'nt believe you were trying to keep this buff man who was twice the size of you, held up straight.

You look at him in concern as his cheeks and the tip of his ears flashed the brightest shades of red.

“Mr.Gojo, should I get water?— ”

“fck– fck holl on' Sorry Miss.L/n just a sec— shit it's so hot—”

Your eyes widens, not at the constant cusses of your boss which you were used to by now, but watching the man drag his jade green tie even further down, veins of his arms angrily popping as he starts unbuttoning the first few buttons of his tight white shirt while continuing to babble random words under his breathe.

Your eyes fell awestruck at the sight of him looking all hot and bothered, heart unwillingly thumping hard against your chest as you start feeling a lump forming in your throat—

shit, shit, shit– i can't— it's fine— just a lil crush, it's fine to act—

The air of the small taxi suddenly gets disturbed with the ringing of Mr.Gojo's phone, He quickly pulls his phone out of his pant pocket, squinting his eyes open to stare at the caller ID for few seconds, before answering the call,

lips curling up in a side grin as he tips his head back and relaxes on the taxi seat, whispering a low “Hey honeyy, I'm on the way back.. mhm— no, i did'nt drink– promisee”

You quickly look away, the beating of your heart dropping as you remind yourself,

You can not have a crush on a married man! you are better than this.

“Is that cherry flavored? ”, Your eyes threatening to pop out of your socket when your boss suddenly swipes his thumb on your chin which had some of your lip gloss smudged over it unknowingly, and pops that thumb in his mouth before proceeding to ask that question so casually, treating it like the same question as asking about your day,

maybe you were blind,

or pretending to be at least, because ever since that day, casual touches like this between you and your boss became normal.

It was normal for Mr.Gojo to join you alone in the small staff kitchen during mid coffee breaks and burry his nose deep in your neck to take a sniff of your perfume along with a soft comment of “mhm, vanilla suits you” followed right after.

He'd bring cupcakes from the bakery down the street to take a swipe of the icing on his index and pop it in between your lips casually to ask a, “ya' like that?”

He'd ask you to run your fingers through the locks of his hair to 'calm him down' whenever he took a five minutes break from all his papers.

And as your obsession grew, the guilt slowly died along with it.

'It's okay. It's just a lil crush— nothing serious', were the words you were whispering in your head as you watched Mrs.Gojo visit the office, getting surrounded and greeted by the rest of the employees as she stretched her bright red lips in a big grin and stayed accompanied by her husband who stood besides her with a confident smile, his gaze not leaving her even for a second.

Fist growing tight as you stormed towards the washroom, unable to stand the sight. A war raging in your head, knowing you had no right to feel this way. Yet not being able to come in terms with it.

And it's like Mrs.Gojo never visited the office in the first place, because right after her leave, Mr.Gojo proceeds to call you to his office to take a look at the papers, standing right behind you as you looked through the files quietly while he has his hands rested on each side of your hips, rubbing them gently, head burried once again in your neck, taking in the soft scent of vanilla and honey.

It slowly escalated to him, laying his head on your lap one day on his office couch, his excuse being that his neck was hurting from working all morning. His eyes flutterd open after a few seconds, his view being that of your supple pair of breasts behind the tightly buttoned linen shirt, just inches above his face.

“can i touch them?” he shamelessly asked,

that day ends with him slowly groping and fondling your breast, releasing soft moans under his breath as if he was actually reliving some of his pent up stress through it.

“always looks s–so big and soft ” he chuckles as you let him mouth against your clothed breasts while you tilt your head to the side and whimpered, running your fingers through the locks of his hair,

None of you dared to question the move of the other.

And that remained the same when one evening you made your way toward your boss's office with a cup of his favorite coffee in your hands.

Swinging the door open with a “Mr.Gojo, I got your cof— ” Words and breathe coming to a halt when the man slumped on the big white arm chair snaps his head towards you, eyes clearly still clouded and lost, hair pushed back as some stuck onto his forehead due to how sweaty it was, cheeks flushed and lips still parted as he heaved huge breaths,

His black parallels were pulled all the way down as he sat man spread, staring at you unfazed.

You tried so hard to keep your gaze locked on his face,

to try not to let your eyes roam down.

“s–so sorry—” You quickly turn away to run out in embarrassment like you were the one who got caught,

before you could slam the door shut a loud “Y/N!” Can be heard from inside.

Which causes you to pause.

You knew, if you walked pass this doorframe now, a fine line would finally get crossed.

After few passing seconds, Gojo hears the sounds of your heels tapping back in, his eyes looking up at your lost expression as he watches you slowly click the door lock,

and without wasting a moment he holds an arms out for you,

“c'mere..” And so you do, legs feeling shaky as you reach out to him, his intertwines the fingers of his free hand with yours, and he pulls you onto his bare lap, and you let him,

your eyes finally having the ability to look down, breathe hitching and your core clenching painfully at the sight of the white happy trail that ran from his naval and disappeared around his throbbing cock that was so long and heavy that it wasn't even being able to stand upright, veins angrily popping out and running towards the angry red fat tip that drooled pre cum shamelessly as you watch.

“C–can i touch?—” The words slips out of your lips, his hooded eyes glimmering with so much intense need for you to take action of your words as he encourages you with a “mhm, yea doll, wrap your fingers like this—” he takes your hand, guiding it to his hot steamy girth that pulsated between you both, “keep using the slick to rub up and down— so that my baby's pretty palms won't hurt” he softly smiles, putting his forehead against yours.

Your brows knit as you squirm at his honey laced nicknames,

“yes baby— s–such a sweet baby, huh?” he huffs with a soft smile as you stroke his languid cock in your small hands,

“mhm, just like that, baby..”

his 'my' making you wanna moan, big cold palms sliding up under your tight grey skirt, cupping your lace covered ass, he nonchalantly proceeds to rip the net apart while you start playing with his balls,

“mhm, lemme warm my fingers in your cunt, hm? wantin' to see your cute cunt so badly” he moans,

“M–Mr– Gojo— wai—” thick fingers diving into your panties and roughly pinching and toying your quivering clit,

“look at you, dirty baby— all sticky f'me, eh? ” he chuckles, you both letting out a light moan in unison when he dips two of his fat fingers in your drooly cunt while your hands move down to squish his tightening ball sack.

You and gojo wrapped up for that day with him making you ride his fingers till you fell apart in his arms, and he still wouldnt stop penetrating your tight squelching cunt with his thick fingers until he finished by shooting big heavy spurts of his white creamy cum on the puffy folds of your pussy. Any upcoming moment being disturbed by the ringing of his phone and the picture of his wife flashing on the caller ID.

Late nights of staring at your ceiling at three in the morning was the worst, as it took you to rounds of guilt,

The morning of the work that very next even worst, as you walked into the office greeting your collogues who were refraining you from going into your boss's office.

What raised your want to go even more being their reason, “Mrs.Gojo came by, and they've been in there together for an hour now. God knows what's going behind those walls”

Curiosity always killed the cat,

You prepared Satoru's favorite coffee,

and walked towards his door, about to knock.

But the door slides open, revealing Mrs.Gojo, her usual neatly styled hair looking a bit out of place, red lipstick almost on the brink of fading away. What gave it completely away was her trying to quickly button up the collar of her shirt that already showed you what had to be seen.

“Oh dear— you didn't have to since im running late! But thanks—” The woman politely chuckles before grabbing the coffee away from your grip and walking away.

You however, limbs too frozen to move.

Before the door could slide close, you see a glance of Gojo proceeding to fix his tie. Knowing he always struggles with them.

Without a word, with a stoic expression on, you walk into his office, not saying a word. He halts in his movement when he notices you.

You didn't dare to look at his disheveled hair or the few smudged marks of red lipstick on his lip and neck as you quietly take the tie from his hand and start doing it for him. Without uttering a word, nor meeting his eyes that stared down at you with an equal amount of quietness,

yes, it was awkward indeed. But none of you, especially you, had a reason good enough to complain.

he was married to her, they do what every married couple do.

Guilt that had been left unattained for so long coming crashing down at the realization, You look away and take a step back, “I—” You cut Satoru off,

“I'll send Miss.Iori to finish your schedule for the rest of the day. I have to visit Yosan company today, so i won't be here as for now.”

You were trying to get away as fast as possible from him, the rapid clicking of your heels making it obvious,

And you couldn't believe you actually managed to barely see Mr.Gojo's face for the rest of the week. Even when you did see each other, you pretended to be busy and walk away, You made sure to check thoroughly before going for coffee breaks, just to make sure your break times didn't collide.

It wasn't only obvious to Mr,Gojo by now, but all the other employees that you were avoiding him.

You quickly pull the chamomile tea bag out of your cup and set it aside, taking a spoonful of sugar when the door suddenly swings open and the familiar tall buff figure steps in, slamming the door shut behind them and completely blocking the exit way while staring at you dead in the eyes,

“I– I have some papers to finish, please move aside—” You stutter, quickly grabbing your half made tea and trying to make your way past him.

he scoffs at your bland excuse, “I expected my dearest employee to be smart enough for a good excuse, at least.”

That causes something to snap in you, eyebrows knitting in pure annoyance as you retort, “and what? Pretend like I ain't wrecking your home?!”

Satoru's crystal blue eyes dully looks at you before murmuring, “You cannot wreck a home that's already been wrecked."

“Wha—” Your words get cut off when he takes slow yet long strides towards you and pushes your hip around, making you face the counter,

“Atleast Finish making your drink.” He mumbles in a tired tone,

“Mr.G—”

“Satoru.” He interrupts. Your fingers are getting clammy as you give up and start stirring the sugar in your drink.

“Don't ignore me like that... please..” He lets out, in a soft, sad tone with his head burried in your neck while his hands gently rub your hips.

“You think you are the only one with feelings here, Satoru?” You mock, feeling done with his behavior. He sighs into your neck, circling his arms around your waist tighter,

You gasp when you feel his hip roll against your butt, feeling his bulge grind into your plush skin,

“Sato— ”

“s– sorry— missed being close to you— sorry– will stop— ” Is what he heave in your neck, but proceeds to grind harder against you, doing the literal opposite of his words, almost lifting you off of your feet from how tight he was holding you back.

“Shit— ” You frustratingly let out before shoving him back so that you could turn around before pulling him down in your arms by his collar and pushing your lips against his. Satoru looses himself immediately, the entire week of pent up stress and not being able to be around you resulting in him carrying you up to the couch in the corner of the room and pushing you down on it before climbing over you without wasting a second, you both wildly mold your lips against one another trying to find some sort of relief from it, just to end up wanting something even more. Tugging at each other's hair, groping any place that y'all could find some sort of relief from, just resulted in all the particles of your and his clothes on the floor.

You cry out at the feeling of his fat cockhead proding your clenching hole, he holds you in his arms as he pushed up in you, one free hand groping your boob as he whispers looking into your eyes,

“My baby wants me to only fuck her pussy, hm? Should I? L– Let my cock belong to your pussy and yours alone, huh? Needed you like this f'so long— Say pretty baby” He chuckles as he starts penetrating you with his thick girth, your face scrunching and brows knitting as you sob in his arms,

“Sat–toru— won't f–fit— nngh!” You cry out loud feeling his girth stretching you apart so wide, so he starts cooing in your ears, “issok, will make it fit baby, such a cute cunt you've got. It's only made f' my cock..” He groans, holding you to his chest as he smothers the crook of your neck with kisses.

Satoru's eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of your warm cushiony walls squeezing so hard around him and taking him in so well, even with your soft “not gonna fit” whimpers,

“s–so pretty baby fuck— shit– your tiny pussy is sucking me in! baby, baby— can you hear it, huh?” He breathes hard, referring to the loud squelching noises that emit from the area where you both are connected.

“Yeah my pretty baby, k–keep bouncing on my fat cock like that, it's all yours baby— hnngh!” Jaw falling slack, he moans, eyes squinting as he watches you impale yourself down his dick and try to bounce in his arms,

The small coffee break room that day was filled with the sounds of ragged breathings, long whiney moans, and constant pleads,

You continued chanting “T–toru— fuckk! Yesh— m–moreee!”, your tired legs hanging by each side of his waist, jolting with every snap of his hips as he claws on your hips and moans in your neck while leaving painfully rough needy sloppy sucks on them.

The coffee room stayed locked until your and Satoru's hips spasmed and you both smudged your lips against one another, moaning into eachothers shared heavy breathes as he filled you up to brim while murmuring a tired “o—oh god..hah.. babyy...” he'd coo at you, pushing away the sweaty strands of hair sticking to your face so he could smother your cheeks with messy long kisses.

And without even realizing it, the guilt was completely gone from your body. You didn't have time to stare at the ceiling and overthink anymore, not when Satoru told his wife he'd be at his office for work but was visiting your place at night and lulling you to sleep while holding you pressed against his warm naked body that stayed tangled with yours until he had to leave early in the morning to show back up at his place, just like he promised his wife.

Now light gropes on your ass were expected whenever you stood next to satoru in the crowded lift, how he'd take you back to his office right after to bend you down and push your skirt up so that he could eat you out while saying how you couldnt let any other man touch you in a lift like this.

Dining out with your collogues aways ended up with Satoru ramming into you in one of the small spaces of bathroom stalls of the restaurant, just to leave right after to your place so that he could fuck some more of his cum into you.

Your throat almost being gagged by his large, heavy girth all the way down in your throat, tight balls hitting your chin causing slow burns as you waited for him to release his load in your mouth while he was piled up in stressful paper works, “shit— almost there baby— holl on a little longer hm?” he'd softly whisper under his breathe looking down at your fucked face through his glasses that ran down to the tip of his nose now, so you'd patiently stay on your knees under his table while gripping onto his thick thighs and digging your nails in them, not minding the mascara that ran down your cheeks as you choked around his pulsating length.

And sooner or later, the office was starting to fill with the murmurs of the weird relationship between you and Mr.Gojo, people knew he was weirdly friendly, but they knew even that had its limits when he nonchalantly asked you to sit on his lap when there were no empty seats left for you in the lunch table.

You were far too deep now, you needed him, not just his cock planted deep in you morning before he leaves for his place to the breaking of dawn when he wildly ruts in your warmth, but now you also needed his heart, all for you.

“Bet Kitagawa doesn't get to ever fuck a pretty pussy like my baby here—heh”, Satoru chuckles as your arms stays wrapped around his neck when he presses your whole body flat on his office floor, pushing completely against you in a mating press causing you both to release a loud gasp in unison as he bursts into a fit of shaky laughter,

his hips stuttering at the intensity of the position,

“shit— gotta hold you like this more often baby..” he tiredly smiles,

“T–towuu—” You try calling him, with drool running down your chin due to your panty stuffed mouth and through the feeling of his fat cockhead abusing your cervix, your glossy eyes only focused on his exhausted face, the way it scrunches followed by the throb of his cock in you.

his hooded eyes glance at your swollen lips “hm? what is it?— d–does my pretty baby need a lil kiss?” He grins before finally pulling the soaked lace panties out of your mouth so that he could smudge his wet lips against yours,

“T–toru— mhm– l—love you— s'much” You moan out in a low cry through your pressed lips, Satoru's body suddenly freezes at that.

“b–baby..” He murmurs, suddenly pulling away from the kiss, head looking down to study your flushed face and tear stained eyes,

which he wasnt sure anymore if it was due to the good fuck you both were just having or due to what you said just now.

“T–Toru—” you sniffle, your bottom lips quivering as you try to run your fingers over his broad back, "Really, love you a s'much.." you softly voice again,

You watch his ocean blue eyes shake a bit, with his eyes fixated in yours, you still feel his hot dick pulsating in your clammy walls as after few minutes he lets out an unsure, “I—I..”

And everything after that felt like a blur rush, because you and satoru hear the sound of card beeping outside that very second, your heads snapping up from another wave of shock as the door swings open harshly, Just not enough time for you and Satoru to get up from the current position, much less put some fabric over your body and be ready with an explanation, loud bang of the door hitting the wall being followed by an even painfully loud scream,

“I fucking knew it, you fucking piece of shit !!” of Mrs.Gojo.

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