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lipglossanon · 1 year

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Out of the Blue

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Office Exec!Leon S. Kennedy x Personal Asst fem!reader

Shoutout to the AO3 user who requested this little ditty 😆 I hope you enjoy it!! 👉👈🥺

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, office sex, dirty talk, dacryphilia, nipple play, mean Leon, unprotected sex

Title from Out of the Blue by Purrple Cat

part ii

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A recent corporate merger meant big changes for you; you’ve been working as the personal assistant of the (then) Vice President of Communications, but with this new management coming in, that guy had been shifted and you were getting a totally new boss.

Nervously, you’ve been straightening up the office in the hopes of making a good impression— and thereby keeping your position. No one on your floor knew who the new guy was, only a name to go off of: Leon S. Kennedy.

Once you feel like there’s nothing more to be done, you step out of the VP’s office and make your way to the mini kitchen used as a break room down the hall. Hoping that a glass of water might cool your nerves, you don’t even notice the man standing on the other side of the room flipping through a folder.

His eyes track your movements, catching your jittery hands and teeth biting your bottom lip.

You nearly drop your glass when he clears his throat. Whirling around, you give him a shy smile.

“H-hi,” you smooth down your skirt, “you’re one of the new hires?”

A handful of people on your office floor were still coming and going, learning the layout and at times just hanging out in the break room until someone came in to help guide them. You helped a girl just yesterday find her desk, so you don’t think anything of this newcomer.

A slow smile spreads across his handsome face, intense blue eyes staring into your own.

“You can say that, sweetheart.”

You feel flustered at the name but step forward, hand outstretched, “Oh uh, welcome aboard. If you need any help, just let me know. Right now I’m stationed outside the vice president’s office.”

His eyebrows raise slightly, ignoring your offered handshake, “You’re the secretary?”

You ignore the flash of irritation from hearing ‘secretary’ and slowly lower your hand, “I prefer personal assistant.”

“Ahh,” he looks at you amusedly, and before your hand can drop any further he reaches out to clasp it.

He drops a kiss on the back of your hand, eyes still watching you, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet my personal assistant.”

You feel hot and embarrassed, but keep the polite smile on your face, “I’m sure the pleasure is mine, Mr. Kennedy.”

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After that mortifying encounter, your days pass pretty smoothly with your new boss. You feel lucky that he decided to keep you on as his assistant even with that awkward first impression.

After a few weeks, you start to catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye—but when you turn, his attention is elsewhere. He also seems to touch you at every given opportunity. He touches your arm when he’s walking with you or presses a palm into your lower back when he’s moving around you to his seat in the conference room. He gets as close as possible when you’re typing up his reports or dropping something off at his desk for his signature. It always leaves you with butterflies.

Another work week rolls by and before you can blink, it’s been months since you’ve started to work for Leon. A few of your work colleagues like to corner you in the break room to try and get any gossip— who’s he seeing? Did he really come in twenty minutes late last Monday? What do you mean you didn’t hear that Chris saw him at the strip club?

It’s gotten to the point that you start taking your breaks at your desk. Leon notices it almost immediately and makes sure to stop by your desk from time to time. Today is no different.

“Tired of the office gossip?” He props his hip against your desk, arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at you.

You notice that he folded the sleeves of his shirt so you can see the muscles in his forearms flex. Dragging your gaze upwards with a small shake of your head, you smile at him.

“You can say that,” you pinch the bridge of you nose, “it’s all just..”

“Bullshit.”

Your eyes widen as you stifle a laugh, “I was going to say tiresome, sir.”

He smirks, “Sure thing, honey. Listen, I’m going to need you to stay late tonight. I know it’s Friday, but those weekly statistics have to be in before midnight.”

Your brows furrow, “I thought we were good; didn’t I just compile that data yesterday?”

He clicks his tongue, “‘fraid not, sweetheart. That was projections for the latest quarter.”

“Oh,” you chew your lip, “yeah, that’s no problem, Mr. Kennedy. Want me to drop them off on your desk when I’m finished?”

“Yes, thank you,” he brushes a few strands of hair from your face, making your breath hitch.

Before you can say anything, Leon straightens up from your desk and heads back into his office, door shutting behind him.

You press your palms to your eyes, willing the flutter of nervousness to ease. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, you slump in your chair. You sigh and turn back to your monitor. Glancing at the time in the lower right hand, it reads fifteen after four; with everyone going home at five, you have a good feeling you’re going to end up staying even later than you thought.

You rotate your wrists and then go into your emails. Better to get started on it now than later.

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Your eyes feel dry and gritty, but you ignore it in favor of finishing out the last of this report.

“Finally,” you whisper gleefully, hitting the print button on the document.

Standing up, you stretch out your arms with a small yawn. Looking at the time you see it’s nearly half past ten. Still plenty of time for you to grab some takeout and crash in your comfy bed. You sigh happily at that thought and gather up the printed pages, heading over to Leon’s office.

Tapping on the door, you open it a crack, “Sir?”

“Come in, sweetheart. I won’t bite.”

You push open the door just enough to step inside. It clicks shut behind you as you walk further into the room. Leon is backlit by the city lights from his windows. You place the bundle of papers down on his desk.

“Take a look at this,” he gestures to his own dimly lit monitor.

Walking around the wide oak desk, you make your way to stand beside his chair.

After gazing at the screen for a second, you turn to him with a frown, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m looking at, sir.”

He smirks at you lazily, “Sure you do.”

“Wh—“

He grabs your hips and pulls you down into his lap, your thighs now straddling one leg. Your hands come up to brace against his shoulders while his slacks rub against your bare thighs where your skirt’s rucked up.

“Leon,” you gasp, eyes wide and nervous.

“Name sounds so good in your mouth, sweetheart,” his low voice breathes into your ear.

He drops a soft kiss on your neck, leaving a heated trail up to your jaw. Pulling back, you can see how dark his eyes have gotten.

“Been waiting forever to get you alone.”

“We can’t. I’m your—“

“Personal assistant,” he chuckles meanly, “I know, baby. And I’m going to use you for very personal reasons.”

He grips your hair in a fist and guides your mouth down in his. Your parted lips lets him slip his tongue into your mouth. Groaning, he grabs your ass with his free hand and urges you to roll your hips forward.

You whine, feeling so hot and dizzy, clit thrumming with arousal. You follow the guidance of his hand and start to grind your hips down into his leg. You eagerly suck on his tongue when he thrusts it back into your mouth. You feel him groan low in his chest and it makes you arch into him more.

He tugs your head back to take in your blitzed out expression.

“Baby, we haven’t even started yet,” he coos, “got you cockdrunk already huh.”

“Leon,” you whimper, hips rocking on his lap.

“Gonna get my pants soaking wet baby,” his eyes drop down to the apex of your thighs, “fuck, that’s it, good fucking girl.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric of his designer shirt.

“Knew you’d be so fucking sweet, always letting me touch you, get so fucking shy,” he growls, pulling your hair harder to tilt your neck back, “gonna ruin this little cunt, baby.”

You whine, humping down into his leg harder, slick pooling in your panties and dripping all over his slacks.

“Fuck, good girl, always so good for me,” he lets go of your hair to grip your neck, “always so eager to please.”

He presses his thumb into your panting mouth; he presses down onto your tongue before pulling his thumb free and smearing spit all over your lips.

You can’t stop whining, tears beading at your lash line.

“Leon, please.”

He lets go of his grip on you, and reaches out to tug open your button up blouse.

“Look at those fucking tits, baby,” he purrs, pulling the cups of your bra down until your breasts are completely bare—aching nipples on display.

He greedily mouths at each breast and sucks on your nipples, teeth catching on the sensitive buds until you’re clawing at his shoulders.

“Good girl,” he praises, feeling you shudder at the endearment, “you’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

“So good for you, Leon,” you promise.

As you speak, he undoes your bra and tosses it somewhere in the office. Then, he drags his fingers across the swell of your breasts. He circles your sensitive nipples, thumbs brushing the slowly hardening buds.

Your breath hitches, arousal pulsing in your cunt, “Leon...”

“Bet I can make you come from this,” he husks, “make a complete mess of you from just teasing your tits.”

Your spine arches, pressing up into his hands, “Ahh, they’re too sensitive.”

Leon completely ignores you and tugs your nipples gently, softly tweaking them before soothing them with slow drags of his index fingers.

Panting, your hands twist in the fabric of his shirt. Your clit throbs with every brush against your nipples, but you can’t stop yourself from pressing up into every touch.

Everything that Leon’s doing is making more slick pool in your panties. You’re so wet, it’s seeping into where Leon’s slacks are pressed against your pussy. You can feel the hard press of his cock against you and it sends a thrill up your spine knowing you’re the cause.

“So eager for me, honey,” he teases, voice pitched low, “I want you to take your clothes off.”

“Yes, sir,” you nervously agree, shimmying out of your blouse and skirt quickly.

“Leave the panties on for now,” his dark eyes locked onto your white panties, nearly transparent from how wet they’ve become.

Settling down on Leon, you straddle his thighs, your legs dangling off the sides of the chair. You bring your arms up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You give a small tug and roll your hips down against the outline of Leon’s hard cock. In retaliation, Leon gives your nipples a sharp tug then tweaks them as you writhe in his grasp.

“Look how wet you are, honey,” he groans, gaze drawn to the slick dripping from your panties, “so fucking sexy.”

Your eyes droop in pleasure at those words a low sigh leaving your lips.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” Leon growls out, letting his gaze roam across your swollen nipples up to your dazed expression, “always so sweet, making me want to do the worst things to you.”

“Yeah?” You whimper.

“Want you under my desk at the next conference call, sucking my cock while I’m trying to work,” he drags one of his hands from your chest up to your lips; he slips first two fingers into your mouth.

“Actually just want you in here on your knees at my beck and call. Just keep the door locked and nobody’ll know my little secretary is sucking off her boss during work hours,” he presses his fingers deeper into your mouth.

You whine and suckle on them softly. He pulls them out with a soft pop.

“Touch me, please, sir,” you whisper as he drags those fingers down to your puffy nipples.

Leon sucks a hard nipple into his mouth as his right hand teases across the other with quick flicks of his damp fingers. He swaps sides, his gaze watching you bite your lip and toss your head back at the pleasure. Pulling away a little, Leon grabs each breast and presses them inward. He runs his tongue from one nipple to the other more easily, suckling them until you squirm in his lap.

“You’re gonna be working a lot of overtime, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, “my own personal hole to use when I want.”

You keen high in your throat, “Sir!”

Leon groans low in his chest and rolls his hips upward to grind his cock against your hot wet cunt, nearly jostling you from his lap. In the motion, Leon’s sharp teeth tugs on a nipple earning a breathy sigh from your lips. He swaps to the other nipple, using his teeth so you’ll reward him with more of those sounds. After repeatedly teasing each nipple with his teeth, you tug at his hair in a silent plea to slow down. He eases off from biting to soft, gentle sucks.

“Love your tits, baby,” he mouths at your nipples, “been wanting to taste these nipples since I started working here.”

You cry out at the hot, wet suction of Leon’s mouth on your sore nipples. Your back curves forward to press your chest closer to his hungry teeth and tongue. You tangle your fingers further in his hair to have something to hold onto. Grinding your hips down, you feel more than hear him moan. You repeat the motion only this time your clit grinds against Leon’s slacks, earning a low cry of want.

“Leon,” you whimper.

He only hums in reply as he keeps up the hot suction on each hardened nub. You try rolling your hips again only to be stopped by a strong grip on your waist.

“You only get to cum from this,” Leon rumbles, voice deep as his tongue lashes against your abused nipple, “be a good girl for me or you won’t get anything.”

You mewl, clit pulsing in arousal, “I’ll be good, sir, I promise.”

He moves your hands to drape across his broad shoulders, “Don’t let your hands drop below my shoulders. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

A sharp tug of teeth on your nipple has you arching in pleasurable pain. Your hands slide up into his hair again to hold him in place, worshiping your chest.

“So perfect,” Leon murmurs, lazily mouthing his way up to your neck.

“So sweet for me,” he speaks against your skin, gently kissing across your collar bones before pulling away.

You feel dizzy and aroused, tugging Leon’s hair to pull him into a soft kiss. He groans low in his chest, pressing you harder against him as he licks into your mouth. He teasingly nips at your bottom lip, sucking on it gently before slipping his tongue further in. You moan in response, loving the feel of his slick tongue teasing your own. His hands came up and grip your hair, tilting your head at an angle where he can kiss you even deeper than before.

Before long the kiss became sloppy and wet, but neither of you really care. You can’t stop whining in pleasure as Leon fucks into your mouth, tongue hot as it teases your own. Chest rumbling in pleasure, Leon draws your tongue into his mouth to suck on it greedily. You slip your tongue away to pull his plump bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling gently before softly sucking. You drag your teeth aggressively against Leon’s lip, tongue following in silent apology for the rough treatment.

Leon growls and pulls back far enough for you to let his lip go with a small pout. His cock twitches at how debauched you look. Pupils blown wide with lust, lips kiss swollen. He moves his hands from your hair to grip your hips. You know his hold’s tight enough to bruise but you only moan in appreciation. You dip your head down to recapture his lips, but he pulls back so your mouths only brush across each other.

You whimper at Leon withholding his lips from you.

“I want to hear how you sound once you cum,” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours tantalizingly.

Fingers begin to roughly pinch and rub your swollen, sore nipples. His dark blue eyes never leave yours as you edge closer and closer to orgasm, your cunt copiously dribbling slick.

“I’m so close, Leon,” you whimper, trying your best not to grind down.

Leon smirks, “Guess I should slow down, huh?”

His fingers lightly tease over the hard peaks. His gaze drops from yours to take in the swollen nipples his fingers are touching. He groans aloud as he can’t deny himself another taste. You grip his head as Leon eagerly laps at your nipples, running his tongue across each one before gently biting.

“Please,” you beg, “Leon!”

Leon bites down harder on your left nipple as he gives the right a sharp twist. Your eyes roll back in your head as Leon gets even more aggressive. Harsh bites followed by a hot soothing tongue has your cunt dripping and needy.

“Like it rough, baby?”

You only moan wantonly in reply as Leon never lets up the assault on your abused chest. You continue to gasp and moan in the empty office.

Leon’s being so rough on you and you love it. Want him to pin you down right here and now. Make you cum all over yourself. Make you take his thick cock over and over.

Leon pulls away with a growl, pupils blown, “Honey, you can’t say things like that.”

You suddenly realize you had spoken out loud— babbling, just spouting out whatever crossed your mind. You’re so far gone now, high on arousal.

“I-I can’t help it,” you pant, “it’s so good, sir.”

“I know, my slutty little secretary just can’t help herself,” he pulls away from your chest, “she’s just gagging for her boss’ dick, right?”

You whimper, back arching, “N-no, I’m—“

“Shhh,” he thumbs open the button on his slacks, “was gonna wait but you need it more than I thought.”

He presses the fabric down until he frees his cock. He tugs your panties to the side and presses the fat head of his dick inside your wet hole.

“Was gonna make you cum from your tits but I think this might be a bit better, huh,” he grins, eyes dark and mean.

He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust and fucks up into you, grabbing your hips to pull you down at the same time. You scream from the too much feeling in your spasming cunt.

“Oh,” he groans, “tight as a fucking virgin.”

He smacks your ass with a condescending laugh, “Did I pop your cherry, sweetheart?”

Crying now, you shake your head no.

“Aww,” he mockingly pouts at you, “that’s too bad then.”

Without waiting for your pussy to adjust, he pulls out halfway to bully his fat cock back into your aching hole.

“Sir, please, I can’t,” your breath hitches on a cry, “s’too big. It hurts.”

“Fuck,” he pulls you down until his cock is buried deep in your pussy, “my big cock too much for this needy hole?”

You hiccup a sob, “Please, sir.”

“Mmm you’ll get used to it,” he pulls out til just the tip is teasing your hole then shoves his cock back deep inside your pussy.

You’re crying and clinging onto his shoulders, but a low heat is slowly building in your abdomen.

“There we go,” he coos, “just needed to fuck you a little first, honey.”

He stopped thrusting and you realize you’re the one grinding down onto his dick—a panting mouth, hazy eyed mess.

You whine but can’t stop your hips from rolling down onto the thick cock stretching you out so painfully.

“Good girl,” he smacks your ass again and you moan.

“You can ride this dick whenever you want, honey, just gotta ask,” he smirks, guiding your hips to fuck down harder.

“Yes, sir,” you slur, brain fuzzy from how deep he’s inside your cunt.

“Little slut,” he laughs, thumb brushing against your clit in slow circles, “cream my cock, honey. Want you squeezing on me when I breed that little pussy.”

You moan loudly, hips humping down on his cock, “Leon!”

“That’s right,” he groans low in his chest, “gonna creampie your sweet little cunt.”

His voice and hard cock, paired with the thumb on your clit, is edging you closer and closer to climax.

“Sir, ‘m close,” you pant, tears dripping from your eyes, “gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“That’s it, honey,” he tilts his head down and pulls his thumb away from your clit.

He spits on your pussy, globs of drool dripping down the hood of your clit. He brings his thumb back to rub the slippery mess over and over and over into your sensitive bud.

Your back arches, eyes rolling back, as you clamp down on his pistoning dick. Slick coats his cock as you cum, pussy walls squeezing him like a vice.

“Fuck yeah,” he chuckles, thumb still pressing into your clit, “cream my cock so I can fill up that cunt.”

Your thighs jump and twitch from overstimulation as he keeps teasing your clit and grinding his cock deep in your pussy.

“Take it, honey, fucking take it,” he grits out, snapping his hips up into your squelching hole and pumping you full of hot cum.

You moan brokenly, pussy fluttering around his throbbing cock, liking how it feels to get creampied by your boss.

He leans back into his chair with a sigh, “Damn, gotta say that’s been worth the months of us dancing around each other.”

Your head feels totally empty so you only hum in response.

“Did I fuck you dumb, sweetheart?” He smirks, tweaking your nipples making you squeal, “s’okay, we got all weekend to do this. Just need you back in business by Monday.”

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akiiireix · 3 months

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Midnight (Fem Reader x Gojo Satoru)

nsfw warning (please do not interact if you're underaged. Thank you.)

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Inappropriate behavior of any kind, are prohibited inside the building and if caught, will lead to immediate termination of the job.

The very words you yourself had told everyone on the first day you opened this company loomed in your head. Yet, you were the one on the table moaning, as he had his fingers deep inside you, smirking at the sound of your voice.

Being CEO of a company was no joke. (Y/N) Murakami had rose to this position of respect and achievement through hard work alone and no one, not one single person was able to criticize her. Her company, Murakami Records, was famous for it's mutual respect between all workers and their boss. It was however a big surprise to everyone in the world that (Y/N) was still single.

"I wouldn't want to be tied down by a man while I have a huge company to run. The only way I can focus on the wellbeing of every worker is when I have all the time in the world" she laughed, in response to a question asked at a talk show.

It wasn't like you never got confessions from other men, but you choose to remain that way and sweetly but firmly denied all kinds of romantic advances that were made to you........

.......... that is, until one night.

"If Gojo would do any work in this place like he's meant to, we'd get through the day much faster." (Y/N) grumbled as she spoke to her vice president Kento Nanami. You were growing tired of Gojo's childish ways.

Nanami shook his head, "I hate to stand up for him but he ultimately does get all his work done, albeit a minute before the deadline."

Hating the fact that he was right, you sigh and get back to your computer and continue with your work. Satoru Gojo was your personal assistant. It was his job to manage your meetings, book appointments and remind you of these. Somehow he'd never do it when he was supposed to, reminding you only 5 minutes prior to a meeting and completely getting on your nerves.

However, he was the best at what he did and if you looked past his annoying nature, he really did get the job done. "Y/N-san, you have an appointment with Music World in like.... 5 minutes" Gojo popped his head in and reminded you.

Groaning at yet another late reminder, you close you laptop and head towards the meeting room. "Don't even think about it." you warn a chuckling Nanami as you walk out.

The day went on as usual and soon it was time to head out.

Reminder: Guest Lecturer event about women entrepreneurs is tomorrow 13.01.2023 at 9:00am.

"That little-" you fumed when you saw the last minute reminder. You had put off on writing your speech for the event due to the other pressing work you had had to tend to and had told Gojo to remind you about it a week in advance so you could prepare the speech.

Nanami came into the office with his bag, "Not leaving yet?" he questioned when he saw you setting you laptop up. "Not yet, The guest lecturer event is tomorrow and someone forgot to remind me about it."

You look up to see Nanami's concerned face, he proceeds to keep his bags down to come and help you. "Oh no, don't worry about it. I'll wrap this up quickly and head home."

"Are you sure about that?"

"100%." After promising to call him as soon as you leave, he left you to your own devices.

Muttering curses directed at Gojo you then started to work on your speech. You were so immersed in your work that you didn't hear the faint ding of the elevator.

"I didn't realize the great (Y/N) had such a dirty mouth." You could practically feel the smirk on his face as he said it. "And I wonder whose fault it is," you murmur frustratedly.

Gojo walks slowly behind your chair, "oh come on boss, surely you can't blame this one on me."

Taking a pause from typing, you turn to glare at him, "I most definitely can." Pushing your chair back you walk towards the mirror cabinet in your office. "I need a drink" you turn and look at him, "and you need to leave."

You pour yourself a drink and watch in the mirror as Gojo comes close to you. "You look tired boss, let me help you out a little. Consider it an apology for making you work late" he whispers in your ears as his hands slid to your butt.

"Now is not the time for jokes Gojo." you reply, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Oh I'm not joking."

He takes the empty glass from your hand and keeps it back inside the cabinet, "Don't want to break anything now, do we?" he chuckles.

He pressed soft kisses on your neck, "Gojo, you really need to stop this." you try to tell him firmly but your voice comes out soft. He simply chuckled at your words.

"If you really want me to stop," he whispered as he hiked up your skirt a little and slip his hands underneath. "I'll stop." He stopped caressing your thighs and pulls away. The sudden loss, makes you whimper in protest.

"If you didn't really wanna stop you should've just said so boss." he shoves his hand between your legs, eliciting a shiver, and rubs your panties. "Already wet for someone who wanted me to leave." he teased as he rubbed his hands over her panties.

You subtly move back and forth, trying to get his hands to do more than just rub, "Stop playing with me Gojo" you whimpered.

"Is that really what you want?" you nod, "then ask me nicely." He was seemingly enjoying you whimpering infront of him. His beloved boss, reduced to such states with just a single touch. Oh he was definitely going to enjoy himself.

"Please," you cooed.

He slowly slipped your panties off and slipped one finger in, knowing exactly where to touch you to elicit moans. "Aren't you wet for me boss," he slid his finger out and sucked on it while looking right at your face.

"Is this all you're capable of Gojo?" you question him, knowing that you were probably pushing his buttons and it would later come back to bite you.

Narrowing his eyes, he shoved his fingers back into you, this time not restricting himself to just one but three. Not being able to control yourself, you let out a loud moan which seemed to echo throughout the office. "You'll know not to taunt me ever again when I'm done with you." he pulled you close and began sucking on your neck while he pumped his fingers in and out of you with slow deliberate movements.

The way he moved his fingers, made your mind go blank. You tried your best to hold your composure as he steadily increased his pace and just when you thought you were able to keep a check on yourself, his fingers curled deep inside you at just the right spot, eliciting another indecent moan from you.

"That's right, I don't want you hiding it from me boss. After all I need to know if I'm treating you well." He stopped sucking and tilted your chin and kissed you hard. You brought your hands up and raked it through his hair, pulling softly.

He groans as you bite down on his lip while kissing him, "I'm not the only one who wants this Gojo, you can't control yourself for long." He breaks the kiss and looks at you but your eyes are somewhere else..... looking down at the very prominent bulge in his pants. You slide your hand to his pants to take it off but before you get far he stops you.

"Not today. Today is all about you. Besides, I quite like the idea of you having to owe me one."

Biting down on your lips in frustration you make an annoyed face to which Gojo only laughs. He swiftly pulls down you skirt and unbuttons your shirt leaving you only with your bra on and your panties pulled down halfway.

He licks his lips in anticipation.

"You say it's all about me and yet I'm the only one without clothes on."

Understanding your words, he lets you unbutton his shirt and you run your hands across his chest. "Like what you see?" he asks, causing you to blush.

He kisses you again, hands cupping your breasts. He moves his hand to your back and removes your bra in one motion. You moan into his mouth as he massages your breasts. "Oh fuck,"

He walks towards your chair, still kissing you and sits down. You feel yourself being pulled on his lap as he continues to massage your breasts and kiss you. Taking opportunity of your position, you slowly grind your hips back and forth on his lap.

He suddenly stopped kissing you, leaving a trail of saliva between the two of you. Roughly he turned you around so your back was facing his chest. Spreading your legs apart, he thrust his fingers in once more, this time moving at a much faster pace. "Oh fuck, yes," you scream as he keeps going over and over again. Your body shudders as your head tilts back towards his face.

"Just like that, that's my good girl." he cooes in your ears as you keep moaning. You could feel yourself getting closer with each thrust which somehow felt deeper each time. Realizing that you would not be able to hold on much longer, you spread your legs wider, giving him more space. He brought his other hand and shoved it inside your mouth.

You suck on his fingers and close your eyes as you feel the pleasure explode through you, your breathing slowing down as you come undone around his fingers. "Now's not the time to rest," he whispers as he nibbles on your ears, "time for round 2."

Without giving you a moment to breathe, he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock which was already quite hard. Pulling you up, he positions you on top of him and brings you down. Your eyes widen as you feel him inside you, he moves you around and let's you position yourself. When you're ready, you slowly move up and down. You place your hands on his shoulder as you move.

"Fucking God," you cried out as you keep moving, "Oh you feel so good Gojo. Fuck yes, right there."

The place was still and the only voices you could hear were the two of yours, yours being louder as you cried out in pleasure.

"That's a good girl (Y/N), you look so good sitting on my cock." he said, running his fingers over her body. He watched hungrily as your breasts bouncing up and down as you rode him. You watch as his cock disappears into your body, each time sending a spark of pleasure up your body. You fasten your pace and moan his name, feeling his cock touch your belly button from the inside. "So good, fuck me......don't stop." you stuttered as you felt yourself nearing climax.

You moved faster until you finally came and slowed your pace to a halt. As soon as you got off him, he came on your legs. "Well isn't someone satisfied." he murmured.

"That works both ways," you purred, blushing all over.

As you slowly put your clothes back on, he kisses you softly one last time on your lips before he leaves. "I guess that makes up for my mistake boss. I'l let you finish your work now."

He walked out the office, "Oh and one more thing," he called catching your attention, "I'll be back to take what you owe me." And with that, he left the building, leaving you to finish a speech you could no longer concentrate on as the scenes of the past hour flashed through your mind. After half an hour of still being unable to finish, you gave up and decided to head home.

As you left the floor, you saw the one rule you expected everyone to follow because no second chances were allowed.

Inappropriate behavior of any kind, are prohibited inside the building and if caught, will lead to immediate termination of the job.

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