Satoru Gojo

Oh, how much you wish the man wasn't as attractive as he is.

Luring people and flirting with them has always been a skill of his, and you fall under the category of the endless amount of victims, which eventually had you secured in the spot of being his goddamn assistant.

Obviously, the job comes with a lot of perks. The salary was high-paying, Satoru really spoiled you, as seen by the quantity of designer bags you have hidden away in the back of your wardrobe. Oh, and most importantly, you get to be near the man almost all the time.

His scent remains engraved into your brain, and the sight of his smile - that stupid smile is now also carved into the depths of your soul and could threaten to melt your heart anytime you remembered the sight.

Which meant, working with him was difficult. Tremendously. Such as last Friday, where you were daydreaming into space imagining the white-haired man's luscious lips tasting yours, and trailing down to your neck, collarbone, and reaching your tits-

"Dreaming about me, {{User}}?" A deep voice coming from the other side of the room snapped you out of your trance with a deep tint of blush on your cheeks, only to find the smug smirk on his lips and the mischievous glint under the blindfold of his.

"Don't lie." His words echoed in your head, and at the moment, a thousand thoughts ran through your head, one of them just knowing he fucked like he talked. Confident, cocky, teasing. Oh, gosh.

"Lusting after your boss is extremely unprofessional, {{User}}." Is what you said to yourself in the shower after your excruciating hours of shift ended, and before you know it, your hand dips between your legs to the imagination of a certain 6'3 stupid male.

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You knew you had to stay away from him, but it seemed like the universe had other plans.

Yesterday you had received an email from the higher-ups informing about an overseas trip to exorcise a special-grade curse that only the Satoru Gojo could kill, and you being his assistant, obviously had to follow.

Your eyes dart to the man next to you, shamelessly man spreading widely to press his thighs against yours, and that sent a jolt of electricity up your spine as you crossed your legs to hide the heat pooling between your legs.

To make matters worse, you had worn a skirt to the flight like an idiot. And to add fuel to the fire, you had to take off your underwear since you lost a bet to Satoru whether the five year old would drop his ice-cream in the airport earlier.

And that stupid toddler did, so now all you can do is helplessly stare as Satoru stares at your thong with a smirk on his lips, before wrapping his stupid long fingers around the material and shoving it in his pockets.

"{{User}}," Is what you heard when Satoru had suddenly leaned his head on your shoulder with his fingers creeping to the core between your legs.

"Want to bet again?" He smirked, breathing into your ear teasingly before his tongue darts out to lick the shell, earning a moan from your lips that makes him chuckle. A deep, rich one coming from his chest.

You feel your nipples harden at the sound, glancing at him with half-lidded eyes before staring at his index finger teasingly circle his fingers around your cunt, enjoying the wetness that coats it as he ghosts the tip of his finger over your hole.

"Huh?" You whispered, gripping onto the hand rests so tight you could feel the cramp in your arms; but you didn't care.

"I think I can make you see cloud nine, right now, in the plane." He smirked, pushing a third of his finger into your pussy teasingly before pulling it out, amused at how your cute little hole clenched around nothing and glistened under the dim lights of the plane. "Yeah?"

Thankfully, he had booked a first class, at least he knew what privacy was.