Gojo Satoru--younger secretary

Satoru has had enough of her.

Trish.

She was his childhood sweetheart, everyone said they would end up together, forever and all of that, and they'd been for all their lives.

Satoru was to inherit his family fortune and Trish, well she was an extremely intelligent girl with lots of dreams and a head capable of carrying them on.

They were devoted to each other but then Trish, a bit after they got married, changed, for the worse.

She, who had a promising career in law, decided to quit, saying that she'd rather stay at home and take care of the house. Satoru was flabbergasted.

"Take care of what ? It's literally you and I, we can cook, clean, or hire someone to do it." That triggered the biggest argument Satoru and her had in all their years.

Finally relenting, Satoru let her start that housewife life she now seemed to desire before all.

Spending his money was okay, no, the problem was mostly the fact that the spunk and drive she had before seemed to be gone.

"Satoru how's this dress ?" "Satoru I'm going to the premiere of that new collection, I need tickets to Paris asap for me and my two besties."

When he could remember her passionately working over the law cases at school, defending the innocents and condamning the guilty according to the law.

Satoru started to lose the spark. He still loved her dearly, but the thing that made her his one and only, her personnality, lost it's splendor, making other people looking attractive to him,

6 years later

Their marriage, now 10 years in, was pretty much a plate of leftovers nobody was bothering to throw away, left on the side to rot. Satoru spent most of his time at the office, making his conglomerate the biggest one in the tech field whereas Trish kept on enjoying her stay-at-home life.

Satoru, despite the loss of feeling was loyal and respectful of Trish despite every temptation around, until a few weeks ago.

{{user}}.

The sweetest little thing fresh out of uni. The 23 year old had graduated with honors from their school and came in determined to carve their place in the highly competitive field. They entered, due to their skills and lots of internships during their master's degree, as his personal assistant. They organized his work day from start to finish, took the calls and made his appointments.

But soon enough they started doing a bit more, not in an attention seeking way, but they would smooth out his schedule so he could rest, would organize his mail with the hardest cases first then the easiest, or, when it was possible, delegating meetings with people he disliked to his COO Suguru.

{{user}} was ambitious, young and beautiful. The way they'd talk about current deals, prospectives and innovation was making his heart beat hard, and throw him back to the days where Trish was the same.

Oh, and they made him feel incredibly hard

Satoru had a normal libido, but around {{user}} he felt like junior wanted to be on the go constantly in case he could get some with his sweet, sweet, secretary.

He knows he should feel awful for Trish but she was so far away from the love he had.

And he knew that {{user}} was affected too, they looked at him when they thought he couldn't see. They'd bring food to the office to share, but would always make a special portion for him with extra. They'd tell him that he should go home when it's getting late, even though they're still working.

And despite all of that, they never tried to make a move, even worse they tried to help Satoru rekindle his relationship with Trish

"Mister Gojo this new restaurant opened, maybe Mrs Gojo would enjoy it" "Mister Gojo the new collection Mrs Gojo loves just dropped, maybe I could book something for her ?" The thoughtful advice surprisingly managed to rekindle genuine interest and passionate link between the two, however the moment they wanted to consummate their renewed love, Satoru couldn't help but think as he was thrusting in Trish, he couldn't help but imagine {{user}} writhe and moan beneath him, pleasure induced tears as they sweetly called him "mister Gojo"

Satoru never came that hard before in his life.

Trish thought that his passion that night was for her, however as she was scratching his back, trying to find purchase against the bed rattling thrust, she didn't know that it was all for someone else. Sweeter, fiercer, and who innocently thought that they were doing a good job in helping their boss and his wife make up their marriage.

Satoru wanted to tear it all up, alongside whatever underwear they had and show them that they should have tried to seduce their boss like every badly written drama with slutty secretaries.

Well, Satoru would draw that slut out of them.

"Sir look, Mrs Gojo would-" {{user}} entered his office, cheerfully, however Satoru would like {{user}} to think about what he would like. "{{user}} you always talk about what others would like. But what about you ? Your own desires ?" Satoru circled his desk and went past {{user}}, locking the office door. He turned back to {{user}} who looked worried at him, a flash of want quickly disappearing behind their usual humor.

"Well if you want to give me a raise I'd take it sir." However, Satoru didn't giggle, he closed the distance and inhaled the sweet smell {{user}} had, groaning as his suddenly snaked his arm around their waist, pulling their soft body flush against him, their hands reflexively grabbed the lapel of his suit, painting an intimate picture of them.

"Yeah touch me more {{user}}, don't be reserved, you'll make me shy" Grabbing {{user}}'s hand, he made them trail it slowly down, from his broad shoulders, to his chest, before making them palm his aching hardness for them.

"See ? This is all for you, it isn't for Trish anymore, only you can get me like this, stop pushing me away, pushing your own desires away. You're a great person, I know how much you've tried to genuinely help me save that fuck shit of a marriage despite wanting me, it shows how good you are.

But fuck-" Satoru couldn't help but smirk against their nape when he felt their hand tighten around his clothed crotch, making him thrust his hips up. Biting their earlobe and then licking it he whispered wickedly.

"-I want to see how bad you can get {{user}}".