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CORPORATE ESPIONAGE.
synopsis: in a world where vampires run powerful corporations, satoru gojo is a high-ranking ceo and a highly respected vampire. you, working for his rival corporation, are sent to infiltrate satoru's company and steal valuable secrets. it didnât take long for him for to catch you, and heâs not gonna let you go so easily.
warnings: vampire satoru x black reader, enemies to lovers kinda? vampires use compulsion, wall sex, office sex, eater toru
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âYou want me to what?â
You manage to break the demeaning silence in your bossâs dimly lit office with your sharp voice. Your breath was erratic, almost enraged by the words that had just come out of his mouth. The fucking audacity to even ask this of you.
He groans, shaking his head as he buries his hands in them, âSpy on Kisetsu no Bi.â
Oh. So, you werenât hearing things. He really expects you to do this- spy on the rival company. Isnât that a crime somewhere? This is illegal, right? I mean, what kind of boss even asks this of their highest-paid employee? No. No way.
âIf this wasnât important, I wouldnât have asked- especially because I know how much effort you put in-â
You scoff, âSo, this is the thanks I get? A crazy request to do something illegal? Iâm not a fucking-â
âThis isnât a request, ( â„ïž ). Itâs either you do it, or youâre out of a job; thatâs final.â His voice gets lower in pitch, and you donât even flinch when he slams his hands on the table, baring his fangs at you in a chilling hiss.
You stay in your spot by the door and allow the silence to simmer. He should know better than to raise his voice at you, even if he were your boss. His heavy breathing was all that could be heard. When he saw the furious expression on your face, he quickly sat back in his chair. Realizing this was not the right approach, he attempted to find another angle.
He clears his throat, âMy bad, that was rude. I deeply respect you ( â„ïž ), and youâre among the few people I trust. Thatâs why Iâm asking for your help with this, for this company.â
You still donât say a word, but at least a thousand thoughts are circling in your pretty head. Even so, you move slowly towards the chair in front of his table and sit down, crossing one of your brown legs over the other. You adjust your white blouse, covering the accidental peak of your black bra. A slight shift of your head lets him know that you are listening.
He grumbles, eyes trying to stay focused on your face and not your plump body, âYou know our rival company is owned by a man named Satoru Gojo. We have always been second to that arrogant bastard, but if weââ
âBy which you mean me.â
You watch Toji roll his eyes, âIf you could find something, anything that could ruin him, itâll finally put us on top.â
It sounds reasonable- to a large extent, but could you even get away with this? What if you get caught? What if the media covers this? Could it ruin you?. Itâll plummet this company to the ground. Though Toji may be second right now, heâs still highly respected, even overseas. Almost on the level Satoru is.
âWhy donât you hire a professional? Someone who actually knows how to do this might work better in your favor.â You mutter out.
At this point, youâll create any excuse to get out of this.
âEveryone knows who I am, you canât trust anyone to not spread it to the media- no matter how much you pay them.â
âWonât he know who I am? I mean, Iâve worked here for like 4 years.â
A tired smile graces his face, âYou work from home, sweetheart. You only come in once every month, 3 weeks if Iâm lucky.â
âWhat if I get caught? Respectfully, this is insane, Mr. Fushiguro.â Your face twists into an exasperated expression. You didnât sign up to be no damn spy.
A loud groan breaks you out of your thoughts, âChrist, Iâll triple your pay. Whether you get the job done or fail, youâll be compensated for it.â There it is. Suddenly, doing this job didnât sound too horrible. You try to fight the smile on glossed lips, but your boss can see right through you.
âYeah? I shouldâve started with that.â He chuckles.
This time, you roll your eyes, âWhatever. Quadruple it for raising your grown man voice at me.â
âSure. Youâre obviously going under a different name. I have your documents right here, and they contain everything youâll need.â You watch him pull out a thick folder from under his desk.
When he hands it to you, youâre more than surprised at how much he put into this. Thereâs a fat document that explains your entire new persona. âŠKami Smith? Really? Thereâs a fake Id, he even went got you a fucking passport. How long did he plan to drag this out? âMaybe change your hair a little bit, you never know if someone might recognize you anyway.â
âI change my hair every week, Mr. Fushiguro. How am I even gonna get a job there?â
He hums, pretending to ponder over your question, âYouâre a pretty girl. Donât get pissed, but apart from how smart you are, itâs the reason you got a job here.â
You narrow your eyes, and he winces, noticing immediately, âI said not to get pissed.â
âIs that all, boss?â You rise from your seat, ignoring his words. With another roll of your eyes, the yellow folder is clutched tightly in your left hand.
Though you want to pretend youâre thinking this over, you know you have no choice but to go through with this. At least youâll be getting paid, and you donât have much of a social life to worry about being on the media anyway. You just really hope you donât go to court over this.
âThatâs all, ( â„ïž ). Be careful, yeah?â Toji jerks his head over to you, though subtle, genuine concern covering his features. It makes you smile, feel giddy even. Sue you for thinking your boss is hot.
You give him a pretty smile and a nod. Toji listens as your kitten heels clack on his tile floors, his eyes never once leaving your frame in that tight pencil skirt. He hates to see you go, but he loves to watch you leave.
He snaps his head up when your voice calls out once more, âHave a good night, Mr. Fushiguro.â
And with the soft click of his door, heâs alone in his office again. He huffs out a breath, spewing curses under his breath, when he accidentally nicks his lower lip on his sharp fang. âDamn.â
ââ
It turns out your boss was right. You are a pretty girl. Therefore, it didnât take long for you to get an interview at his rival company, 2 days to be exact. You were rather impressionable, too, so much so that Satoru wanted to interview you himself.
Nervous was an understatement. Could you really pull this off? You never had a liking for Satoru. He was arrogant, self-centered, and a womanizer if the headlines werenât so obsessed with him. You never met him, but youâve seen enough online interviews for you to absolutely hate his personality.
His best friend and partner company is more tolerable, though. Even though he looks aloof and nonchalant, you could tell heâs just as arrogant - maybe even more than his white-haired companion. You pretended not to notice his piercing gaze the entire time you walked past him to the elevator, the one leading straight to the top of the skyscraper.
Your outfit was nothing short of professionalâ a tight dark grey skirt encompassing your wide hips and your burgundy Hermes Porosus bag hanging on the shoulder of your cream silk blouse. Your rouge heels clack on the tile floor with each step you take to the large white office, which the receptionist told you was at the end of the hall.
You lift your soft hands into a fist, and right before youâre about to knock, the door swings open. And lo and behold, there he is.
Satoru Gojo, in all his glory.
The top two buttons of his dress shirt are loose, and you have to fight for your eyes not to waver down to sneak a glance at his porcelain chest. He was attractive, youâre not stupid enough to try and deny that. His eyes had a pretty crystalline glow. They were penetrating- you felt like he knew everything about you with just one look. His hair was frosty, and it looked so... soft.
It was quick, a heated vision of your fingers running through them, tugging andâ
âEnjoying the view, angel?â
You blink quickly, snapping your eyes away from his face when you cause a smirking dancing across his lips. Great, he caught you staring. âNo. Iâm here for our interview, for the job?â
His grin widens, and with a snicker, you hear, âYou sure? Couldâve sworn you were drooling a bit there.â
âI was not.â You snap.
Satoru hums, obviously unconvinced, âYouâre Kami, hm?â
Your loose curls shake as you nod. It was impossible not to notice- or overanalyze- the way he spoke. Almost like he was doubtful or suspicious of you even. Maybe youâre just overthinking it. Thereâs no way he already suspects you. Part of you thinks youâre also nodding to convince yourself of your inner turmoil.
He opens the door a little to let you in. An electric surge flows through your body when your arms graze his shoulder because he simply wonât budge until you completely come inside. He leads you to a soft couch with a swift grasp of your hand. As his fingers rub back and forth on your muscles, you canât help but wonder if he does this to every new potential hire.
The room suddenly feels hot, and you find yourself slightly grateful when he breaks the silence as heâs rounding his own chair, âWhere ya from, angel?â
You ignore the tingling in your stomach at the nickname âNew York.â
Your answer is immediate. You and your best friend spent an entire day going over the document until you memorized everything. You covered all grounds. You're sure you can answer any question he throws at you about your background.
Another low hum as you watch him click away on his computer, âSo, why are you looking for a job in Tokyo?â
âI decided to take my business degree oversees, I needed a new change of scenery.â
If you were pressed on the actual reason for your visit to Japan years ago, you would not be capable of giving an answer. Your memory has a gap between before and after you came. All you really remember is waking up in a Japanese penthouse with at least a million yen in your bank account.
Satoru abruptly stops his typing and leans back in his chair, his attention now and utterly focused on you. âYou know, getting an interview here is not easy.â
Internally, you canât help but roll your eyes. âYes, Mr. Gojo. Which is why Iâm very grateful for this opportunity.â
The silence following your sentence is so loud you could hear a pin drop. It makes you shift your position on the couch, and Satoru doesnât grant you the mercy of not noticing. His low eyes actually donât leave your frame once. They move from your thighs to your lips, to the fat of your supple breasts, and finally to your neck. It goes straight to your core, and you canât stand it.
You clear your throat, âI can explain my-â
âYouâre hired.â
You blink, once. Twice.
âI-uh- what?â A sputter in your words makes him stifle a chuckle at your perplexed state. Youâre too cute.
With a shrug of his shoulders, he repeats, âThe position you wanted? Itâs yours, angel.â
Thereâs that pet name again. âJust like that? You havenât even asked me five questions.â
Was it that simple? His tone and quickness make you question whether there are cameras in this place. Too many red flags go off in your head, but you donât seem to notice that brewing gut feeling in your stomach.
Satoru nodded, his smile almost blinding with how wide it was, âDonât need to. Youâre gonna be working in the office next to mine.â
This is convenient. Itâs way too convenient.
âNext to yours?â You whisper as if trying to make sense of this, and the tall man in front of you finds heavy amusement in your reactions.
âNext to mine, angel. That wonât be a problem, yes?â
Heâs toying with you. He has to be. A fake smile graces your face, âOf course not. When do I start, Mr. Gojo?â
Satoru had no idea how much he had missed you until he saw you again. Changing your hair, growing into your body, or getting a few more piercings were irrelevant to him. He would always recognize you. How is it that youâre even more beautiful? Even more delectable. He hates himself for leaving you and protecting you in the worst way possible. You donât even remember himâ how could you? He compelled you to forget him.
He doesnât know where youâve been, who youâve been seeing, or what youâve been doing. But he saw you, overseeing the admissions director when they pulled up your application. He couldnât help but think, is this fate?
âToday. Let me give you a tour, angel.â Satoru isnât letting you go a second time. He lost you once, and heâd be a fool to do it again after this opportunity presented itself to him. How I missed you, my love.
ââ
Two weeks. Thatâs how long it took you to actually start your task in the first place. Thatâs because the owner of this company wonât leave you alone for a damn minute. Everywhere you go, heâs right behind you. Every time you try and get a minute to yourself, heâs thereâ pestering you.
The workplace was crowded, but one of the perks of being next to Satoruâs office was being away from the crowd. You tried observing when he leaves for lunch, but whenever he does, he demands that you take your lunch with him. Heâs a busy man; you anticipate that he takes as many meetings as Toji does in a day, maybe even more. But for each one, you were requested to accompany him.
At this point, youâre starting to think heâs obsessed with you.
Today, you have a chance. Satoru hasnât been in the office since this morning, and amid the daily gossip, you caught word that he wonât be in the office all day. This is the opportunity youâve been waiting for; you just have to wait until everyone leaves by five.
4:55 P.M.
Your door creaks slightly after two soft knocks, âHey, Kami! Iâm leaving for tonight. Since youâre the only person in the office, you mind locking up?â
Shoko was always a kind person. She was one of the few people you spoke to every day when Satoru wasnât corning you. You stop typing and glance at the gorgeous girl with a grin, âNot at all, you can just leave the keys on the door. Night, Shoko!â
The final ding of the elevator is what you wait for to get up from your seat. Even though youâre the only person here, you still try to make your movements as quiet as possible. You donât question why Satoru doesnât have a security code or why itâs open at all, but you are thankful for it.
His office is more.. organized than the last time you were in here. There are storage cabinets stacked on both the wall and his desk, as well as a bookshelf. Youâre fast at getting to work. Starting near his wall, you open the first cabinet and shuffle through each folder. Blood supply contracts... NDAs.. employee files.. property deeds.
Nothing of importance is there, so your heels lightly clack on the way to his wooden desk. When you open it, the first thing you notice is a folder called The Red Files. Here it is, exactly what you were searching for. This file is stuffed with everything that could put him out of business permanentlyâ money laundering, the files of all the individuals who were bribed and corrupted by this company, and even embezzlement.
You can hear a buzzing going off on your phone, and youâre confused when you read that itâs Toji calling you. He could have been phoning to check on your progress, but regardless, you decline and continue reading. The more you scan, the more you find illegal activities on top of illegal activities.
What the fuck kind of company is thisâ
âFind anything interesting in there, angel?â
You gasp, shoving the papers into his desk shelf instinctively as you stand up from your position on the floor. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Youâre so fucked.
You try to stammer out a response, but itâs honestly embarrassing how youâre tripping over your words, âM-Mr. Gojo? Iâ what?â
His slim body rests on his open door, his gaze unwavering at your slightly quivering frame. Heâs wearing a white dress shirt again, but when you look a little closer, you notice that more buttons are popped open. His skin is so smooth, itâs easy to tell where his abs start. Why did he have to be so fine?
He doesnât seem upset if youâre going by the smile on his smooth face. He seems amused, rather. His voice is slow when he speaks to you, taunting sensual even, âWell? Did you, ( â„ïž )?â
Your eyes widen slightly, and youâre certain that your breath has been taken away. Well, now youâre double fucked. You didnât hear him, how did he even get here? Then you roll your eyes again at your ignorance. Vampire. Right.
â..I donât know who that is, Mr. Gojo. My name is Kami.â Your voice is tense, awkward because⊠what could you even say? Youâll deny this as much as you can before you inevitably give in.
Satoru rolls his eyes, âWrong. Your name is ( â„ïž ) ( â„ïž ), and you work for that idiot, Fushiguro.â
Now youâre sputtering as you respond, âThatâs not-â
âYou woke up in Japan a few years ago, too, didnât you? No clue how it happened, but you had a pretty hefty amount in that bank account of yours.â
Silence. You believe youâre too stunned to speak. How does he know that? He could see the expression on your face, and it made him laugh at your expense. Satoru began walking towards you, and with every step he took forward, you took a step backward. Right up until your back hit the wall, and you had nowhere to go.
His proximity resulted in the scent of his cologne hitting your nose. He appeared more.. bigger in front of you, and youâre almost facing his almost bare chest. Those piercing eyes stare down at you intensely, with so much passion. Youâre internally cursing yourself for how you seem to only have these reactions when heâs near you.
You breathe, âI- I have to leave.â
He ignores you and instead presses closer to you. As he leans down, his hair brushes against your cheek, and you hear him breathe deeply. The hotness of his breath when he breathes out is a pleasant sensation for you.
He has to remind himself that you donât remember him, but he sounds so broken when he says, âYou spying on me? Really, angel?â
Your thoughts are confusing, and with how many of them there are, itâs making your head hurt. Why is he saying it like that? Like he knows you? Like you really hurt him. This is your first time seeing this man, but heâs acting like heâs in love with you.
âMr. Gojo-â
His fang grazes your neck, descending right down to your collarbone, âSatoru. Call me Satoru, angel.â
Youâre gasping when his fingers grip your top, pulling and popping one button off. Why arenât you stopping him? Why are you letting this happen? Your breath is shaky when you speak, âWill I get in trouble for this?â
âIn trouble? Youâre asking if Iâll take this to the media? Course not, Angel.â
Satoru quickly savored your blood flowing onto his tongue after a small peck to your throat and another one on your chest. You taste so fucking sweet, just like you did the first time.
He continues, âBut I wonât let you off so easy. Letâs teach you a lesson, hm?â
Your back is arching in an uncomfortable position on your bossâs desk while your chest heaves from the sheer pleasure running through your entire body. On his knees, the white-haired man holds your thighs in a tight grip while his tongue slides up and down your gushing mound. Youâre not sure what lesson you thought Satoru had in mind for you, but it definitely wasnât this.
The same hair youâve been fantasizing about running your fingers through is shaking from in between your trembling legs. There arenât any coherent thoughts in your brain besides âSatoruâ or âmore.â You canât hold back your sounds even if you try, and Satoru finds that he wants to hear more of your tunes.
He slurps, his long tongue easily slipping inside you and devouring everything you have to offer. âGod, you still taste so good.â
Youâre babbling when you respond, you donât even register his words, âOh! Yesss- Right there, Toru.â
Youâre bucking your hips into his awaiting mouth, itâs so messy and wet. Each time you spasm and try to run away from his onslaught, it just makes him go harder- go faster. His tongue slipped out of you, but the pressure never went away because he quickly slid in two long, slender fingers and began pumping.
You choked, tears brimming in your eyes as he easily nudged your g-spot, âAlways so messy, fâme.â
Always? A pitiful sob is the response you give to a sharp pressure on the side of your inner thigh, just where your fat lips meet. You tighten your grip on him when his tongue wraps around your twitching clit. As youâre huffing, tears begin to fall, and burning pressure builds in your core.
The way your hips are grinding against his hand and your arousal is making obscene noises in the quiet of the office are uncontrollable. He curls them, arching them at an angle to penetrate the deepest parts of you. And damn him for knowing how to eat it like this.
Thereâs a pulsing shock flowing through you with every squelching pump. Your body was filled with euphoria, and Satoruâs eyes were tightly closed, immersing himself in your essence- it was giving you sensory overload. The only thing keeping you grounded in reality at this moment is your harsh grip on his hair.
Satoru needed only three more strokes of his fingers to have your sweet cream covering him. Youâre even messier when you cum, even louder, too- he always loved that about you.
âSuch a pretty girl. You want more, angel? Want Toru to give you more?â He abruptly withdraws and slaps your dripping lips violently, causing you to scream and cry in his grasp. Instead of giving you an answer, Satoru presses his lips on yours in a furious manner, sucking up the air you breathe and eating every sigh that passes through your lips.
Your soft ass makes it easy for the desperate man to lift you up from the wooden desk with both hands. Your skirt is long gone, and your blouse is completely torn apart when you are pressed tightly against the wall.
Satoru grips your chin and puts your attention on him, âLook at me, angel.â
And with hazy eyes, you do. You experience a plethora of memories as your mind spins. Memories of you and Satoru on a silk bed, on a private plane. Memories of him lying on you and memories of his cock filling you up over and over again start coming back to haunt you when he utters the word âRemember.â
You blink rapidly, your mouth opening into a wanton moan when you feel Satoruâs thick tip slide past your entrance. Jesus, huge doesnât even begin to describe him. Your hands are immediately pressing against his stomach, trying to push him back because it was entirely too much. He grips them both with one hand and effortlessly presses them above your head.
Youâre almost distracted by the fact that youâre face-to-face with Satoru. Your Satoru. Your words are a mix of a dragged-out moan and a curious tone, âToru?â
He is quick when he answers you, almost reassuring you that heâs here. With you, âYeah, angel. Sâme.â
His next words come out in a pained groan, âCome on, take some more fâme. You remember how to, right?â
Youâre nodding before he can even finish his sentence, your trembling arms holding on for dear life around his neck as he presses his face into your chest. Heâs pushing deeper inside you, and you find it hard to remember how to breathe when he slaps his hips against yours in one go. Youâre wailing, breath heaving when you feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.
Youâre so full, filled to the brim with 8 inches of fat dick. Satoru was a fucking problem; he doesnât wait for you to tell him to moveâ pulls his cock at a slow, agonizing pace before he slaps against you once more. Your pretty pussy is on fire, and you swear you can feel him in your throat.
Satoru is stabbing your womb with each thrust, and he is so proud of you when you start pushing your pussy out. Yeah, you remember how to take him.
Heâs panting against your mouth when you tremble out, âMissed you- missed you sâmuch, Toru.â
He groans, pressing his lips against you for another quick, sloppy kiss, âOh, I missed you so much more, angel.â
The man above you was quick and precise with his movements. He was punching that spongy spot in you so good if you looked down, youâd be sure to see the creamy paste that started forming at the base of his cock. He just wouldnât stop talking, âYou take it so well, fuck. Iâm in your stomach, baby. You feel me?â
His unoccupied hand moves down to your tummy, right where he was poking with every harsh thrust he fed you, âFeel me right there?â
Your eyes roll in the back of your head when Satoru kisses the ankle dangling by his head, and you try to gargle out an answer, âI-I feel you! So deep- so good.â
There was an itch inside you that only Satoru could ever scratch. He always treated your pussy so well, and youâre so far gone on the feel of him every time he slammed into you. Your boobs bounce with every forceful stroke, and when Satoru looks down at you, the only thoughts running through his brain are how good you look.
He can tell youâre close. Your screams are getting breathy, and your body is shaking more frantically under him. Thereâs no better feeling than this, he finds. No better feeling than your perfect cunt wrapped tightly around him as he fucks all coherence out of you. You didnât look away from his eyes, from his faceâ he just looked so pretty when he was flushed and rutting into you like his life depended on it.
He breathes, his fangs poking right near your throat, âLooks like youâre gonna make a mess, angel. Gonna squirt all over me?â
âY-Yess. Yes. Mâgonna cum so-â
A groan in your ear makes you clench down harder on him, âTell me you love it. Tell me you love how good I make you feel.â
You feel unapologetic when you desperately scream out, âLove it! L-Love the way you fuck me, I love you!â
âI love you, angel. Be a good girl and make a mess for Toru, yeah?â
You are being fucked out of your own soul as he goes even deeper than you imagined. When he bites harshly into your neck, your legs shake, and you can only gush all over him. He holds you like you weigh nothing as he holds the same pace, letting you ride out your entire orgasm.
Fuck, there's so much that itâs leaking on the floor, and thatâs what does it for him. Thatâs all he needed for his balls to churn and for his breath to stutter as he dumps his thick cum inside your perfect haven. Your mind is so gone you donât hear Satoruâs mindless whispers of how perfect you are.
You watch him as much as you can, as much as your orgasm allows you. You watch his perfect reaction, his brows furrowing, and the words getting stuck in his throat every time he twitches inside you from overstimulation.
Had it not been for the way he carried you and sat down in his chair, you would have assumed it was finished, but he ignored the juices leaking from you every time he moved. Heâs still hard, painfully soâ you didnât have time to be worn out before he started slowly bouncing you on his erection again. Everything was messy, your fluids mixing and dripping beneath you two, and the blood from your neck dripping slightly onto your chest. You cried out on his shoulder.
You were aware that there would be a lot to discuss within the next few hours. How Satoru compelled you and forced you to forget him, and how you still legally worked for Toji. You had no idea what you would even say to him, but with each steady bounce on Satoruâs heavy cock, you just donât find yourself caring at all.
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