Bros The Type To :: Satoru Gojo

Bro’s the Type to :: Satoru Gojo

synopsis :: silly head canons, you guys already know ^_^ except it’s dovey gojo not the canon hoe 😓

satoru gojo’s playlist. navigation station🚉.

Bro’s the type to..

୨୧ make a bet that if you can catch him in a game of tag he’d [___] but then turn his infinity on so you can’t touch him.

୨୧ instead of sitting on his lap he’d sit on yours

୨୧ to buy you expensive gifts without you even asking him to buy it

୨୧ to tease you if he ever caught you reading smut and literally never let you live it down. “oh so thaaat’s what you’re into?” is what he’d say when he catches you, and if you’re out somewhere public he’d probably say something shameless along the lines of “i decided to read that book you were reading, reminds me of that one scene in chapter 6. should we recreate it?” (#cringe #ilovehim #yesletsrecreateit)

୨୧ to beeeeeg you to play with his hair all the time, like this guy def asks for head scratches

୨୧ to hug you from behind. i know this man’s favourite way to give hugs is from behind. like if you’re washing dishes, cooking food or doing anything and it gives him the chance to do so, he’s doing it. i just knooow it. you’d feel his arms wrap around your waist and his head lean into your shoulder and he’d probably say a soft “hey baby”

୨୧ to be most comfortable with you. he’s for sure always taking off his blindfold around you and staring at you with his freakish blue eyes but he still cute though.. i guess.

୨୧ to stand in the doorway and say “i’m not in your room” as he’s only a centimetre out when you tell him to leave your bedroom. god he’s so annoying.

୨୧ to poke at you constantly when you tell him to stop touching you. I TOLD YOU HE’S ANNOYING.

୨୧ to sit in the most awkward positions

୨୧ to ask for chocolate milk and chicken fingers at nice restaurants mostly just to embarrass you

୨୧ to constantly brag about you to his students. we love a man who brags

୨୧ to make you walk home in the rain all angsty because he thinks it looks cool and builds character

he’s a loser. and we all love him. why?

comments + reblogs are appreciated ♡ yuji, megumi and inumaki versions of this are located in the navigation station!!

emi’s notes— i haven’t made an actual post in so long so i wanted to put something out and ik a few people wanted a gojo version of this so here it is!! ^w^ LUV U POOKIES

mutual tags :: @kasumitenbaz @lees-chaotic-brain

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ WHAT YOU NEED, GOJO SATORU

as much as your boyfriend gojo adores you, he never likes to give into you too easily especially when it means he can tease you a little longer.. atleast until he hears you beg for it.

summary. fem reader. creampie. a lot of teasing. a longer version of this post. edging. pet names; princess, baby. he calls you greedy affectionately. it’s still a little soft. wc, 2.1k.

note. this has been in my drafts since his birthday so i’m just clearing some stuff out. also, i miss him. i’m sorry this is barely proofread ᰔᩚ

your boyfriend gojo had always been some what of a tease, it was his own little way of loving you, always finding it somewhat rewarding when his efforts earn him one of your adorable pouts. whether it was little things like putting your belongings ridiculously high up so you couldn’t reach without him, or using his infinity to deny you of his kisses until you ask nicely.

but unfortunately, you weren’t immune to him, that’s why he was always so aware of the way a smile always threatened to pull at the corners of your lips and because of that, he always found himself smiling too.

sometimes gojo found himself thinking over his little schemes at work while his students were out training, mulling over ideas at his desk as he scrolled through your instagram feed. his free hand flicks at the edge of his blindfold before he lets it slap back along his pretty features— admiring you was one of his favourite little past times while he waits on you to reply to his text.

what will he do next to earn him one of those pretty little smiles that are reserved for only him? maybe even a few of those adorable little crystallised tears that clung to your lashes when his teasing was accompanied by the thick spread of his cock.

gojo groans at that, feeling the weight in his slacks rouse at the imagery of you beneath him— all pliant and pretty and begging for him, every tight, milking compression of your walls trying to lure out his load. you were always so greedy for it—

“oh?” the snowy haired sorcerer hums to himself as the realisation lingers, he offers himself a little relief with the press of his palm against his half-hard cock almost like a reward for his own genius thinking. he feels the weight twitch underneath his uniform slacks as his head drops back against his chair, and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth to huff when his palm squeezes along the clothed shaft.

lucky for him and his impressive brain, gojo’s just got the perfect idea to pull the exact reaction he needs out of you. even if it means he has to suffer through the remainder of the school day teaching half-hard with only you on his mind, he thinks it’ll all be worth it when he gets to return home to you to execute his little plan.

maybe not so lucky for you though, not at first atleast.

but you’re oh so tempting beneath gojo right now he almost forgets about his little mission entirely.

you’re spread out on your shared bed, soft thighs hugging around his hips and the way your lips part to pant, to moan and whine for him has his cock throbbing from where he’s letting it press into all the saccharine, sweet spots inside of you. your eyes are lidded and blown, almost rolling back with every languid rock of his hips and above all else you’re so wet and tight and close. 

but you’ve been close for the better part of about thirty minutes now and gojo knows that. that’s why whenever he feels you getting a little too close, when the flames of your orgasm begin to lick at the base of your spine and your thighs twitch— he makes sure to deliberately slow down, to pull back like he’ll leave you entirely and let you see one of his more pink-cheeked, handsome grins when you’re trying to pull him back in, thighs and pussy squeezing so hard like you’re scared he’ll pull out too soon.

he won’t, he never would… but he likes seeing you want, need him to stay.

so now you’re so needy for release you’re sweating hard, trembling beneath the huge hug of his greedy palms as they press and squeeze into your body. he’s pulling you closer until you’re flush against him, chest to chest as he smears kisses along your jawline and cheeks— like he’s trying to crawl into your skin and keep you there and he’s so big, in every sense, you can barely breathe with every rock of his hips with yours.

“s-satoru, please—“ you stutter begrudgingly, your voice breaks under the weight of your own arousal but the trembling undercurrent is only emphasised by the deliberately deep kiss of gojo’s cock with his next thrust. he likes hearing the way every wet squelch has your breath catching, lungs trembling along with your body beneath him.

“oh, you want somethin’ princess?” his reply is smug, he almost sings it along your cheek as he smears another kiss across the skin before he’s pulling back to smile again. but you can’t even be mad because the blue of his eyes glows softly when he looks at you and the next press of his hips into yours is loud and clapping as your toes curl almost painfully at his sides.

“please..” you try again and for a second gojo decides to humour you, to let his palm squeeze at your hips to pull you higher — angling you in a way that lets his cock graze sinfully along all of the right spots. for a second, you think he might let you cum but by the time you feel it, eyes rolling back as the cotton fills your mind— you feel cold as his hands leave you and you’re leaning up to grab at his shoulders, leaving crimson mark along his pale skin to pull him back over you before he can pull out and leave and he lets you so easily. so deliberately.

“gotta tell me what you need, baby.” his voice is soft as he looms over you again, tender despite the way he’s teasing you because the way he moves you, fucks you and loves you was still limitless. you feel his lips graze along your cheeks again before they press a sweet kiss to the corner of your own.

you can hear your heart in your ears, but you still manage to turn to meet his crystalline gaze as he gives you a real kiss, humming before you feel him smile against your lips. but he coaxes the answer out of you with his next languid thrust as his cock presses deep. “‘toru, ‘m so close. l-let me cum.”

“hm, what’s that? don’t know if you’re ready yet.” gojo grins as he looks over you but you recognise the way he pulls back as a good sign when his hands fall to your hips to squeeze.

“i.. i am—ah!” another slow rock into you and the lewd squelch your pussy makes has him smiling wider, letting his eyes leave yours in favour of admiring the way your slick folds spread around him. he presses his hips flush against yours with his next thrust, making you twitch— gasp at how deep it feels like he reaches before he’s watching his wet withdrawal. your slick clings to the snowy hair across his pelvis and the image makes him groan before he’s swiping his fingers through the mess you’ve made to chuckle, slender digits teasing close to your clit.

“oh, all ‘f me? such a greedy girl, aren’t ya?” you feel yourself burn when his eyes lift to touch yours again and the look alone has you reeling. your pussy squeezes tight around him and despite your foggy mind you still notice the way it makes his muscled abdomen tense, his hand on your hips squeezes almost too tight as he hisses through his teeth. he can’t keep this up forever.

“my greedy girl, hm?” gojo hums again but there’s a carnal drop in his tone this time as his lidded gaze holds yours. his snowy hair is framing his handsome, flushed features and the look of him alone makes you feel so close despite the way it’s accompanied by the trace of his hand along your stomach. you barely notice until the next press of his hands is between your thighs as he swipes at your clit. “and this pussy’s so greedy f’ me too, ‘s that it, princess?”

“s-satoru, yes! p-pleasepleaseplease!” you’re louder now, begging and panting and he fucking loves you like this as he takes up a pace that’s a little faster, heavier. it’s an improvement from the slow rock he’s kept you at majority of the night but it feels just as intimate as his fingers bare down eagerly between your folds.

“nice and loud, baby. i can’t hear you.” gojo teases despite the want that weighs heavy in his tone, words like his own plea as he lets his fingers roll your puffy clit in sticky circles. his movements pair with the back and forth stutter of his hips as he digs your orgasm out of you — breathing hard when he feels your pussy throb around him for the nth time tonight. he’ll never get tired of this feeling, of the way you’re looking at him so adoring and beautiful. “you want more of me, ‘s t-that it?”

he’s done holding back now because he’s gotten exactly what he wants, he’s got you where he needs you. the crystalline tears gathering at your lashes are killing him, you’re pretty and fucked out and he wants nothing more than to bury himself in you, to feel you squeeze and tremble beneath him as you cum.

“need you, ‘toru. i love y-you, all of you—please!” gojo repositions his knees as he begins a pace that’s a little faster, needier until each smack of his hips is loud and clapping and every quick thrust leaves you breathless, beginning to lose his pace as he presses deep into your body.

“oh yeah? who am i to say no when you’re being s-so sweet f’ me.” he smirks but he makes sure to follow it up with an i love you as he gazes down at your fucked out features, leaning close to pepper you in more smeared, messy kisses.

“‘toru, gonna cum! fuck—“ you cry for him and gojo groans low as his hips press snug and tight against yours with the first, sudden, milking compression of your walls around his cock. he’s breathing hard as he coaxes and eases you through your eventual mind-numbing orgasm, the pleasure hitting you so hard and good after all of his teasing and edging that it almost hurts as you cream around him.

“wanted all of me, princess? yeah? s-so fuckin’ good f’ me.” he’s babbling but he doesn’t stop even when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss he fucks through you, feeling his cock finally throb inside of your soaked pussy as he gives into the needy coax of your body — rewarding you with the orgasm you’ve earned from him, the one you own.

gojo pulls away to kiss you as he cums, whining long and low against the soft press of your lips as he cums thick and heavy inside of you, every heavy rock of his hips pushing out his load as he fills you. he shudders when he feels your tongue push against his, he’s pressing more i love yous and affirmations between your lips and he almost pins you completely underneath his huge body as he continues to fuck into your sensitive pussy.

he only stops when you’re both gasping, but instead of pulling away he lets himself drop on top of you as he continues your kiss— it’s lazier now, soft kisses and pecks as he twists into you, leaving you drowsy and pliant when he pulls away to look at you again. still, he’s smirking and suddenly you’re reminded of the torture he just put you through as you consider thwacking the pretty grin off of him.

“you’re so annoying, ‘toru,”

“is that right? you were saying somethin’ different a second ago, princess. you a liar now?” gojo still manages to gasp dramatically as he sends you a pointed look and his dramatics make you roll your eyes, considering it’s all you can do with the way his huge body blankets you.

you couldn’t roll away from him even if you tried, you’re not trying to either when you feel his fingers trace wobbly hearts into your waist.

“you’re evil,” another kiss and you know he’s won when his eyes seem to glimmer smugly as you give into him so easily. but still because you love him, you let your arms circle around his shoulders as he leaves your lips to send you a dramatic pout with his next crystalline, puppy dog blink. although he can still barely hide his smirk as his eyes narrow.

“mmm, so mean. i preferred the pretty sounds you were makin’ a second ago. you gonna let me hear them again, hm?”

“satoru!”

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| Bully!Satoru Gojo x F!reader | Part 2 |

-> Part 1

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna. Chapter Summary: After humiliating Gojo in the cafeteria, he has better ways to force pay-back. Hey! That shirt you ruined, was expensive.

Warnings: Oh he is a real piece of shit here with a barely there moral compass. Mentions of humiliation, bul!ying, belittling, teasing. The reader is slowly getting into an auto-pilot mode.

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It feels like pure humiliation, the way you walked off from the cafeteria. Satoru stood there, the warm, sticky gravy sticking to him. It feels like a sensory nightmare. White hot rage simmering through the very marrow of his bones. He exhales, glancing up just to see if there was anyone dumb enough to enjoy his misery he could stomp on. Nobody had the balls to, nobody has the balls to until you come across.

What was your fucking problem?

He walked away from the cafeteria, long strides eager to seek you out and punish you ruthlessly for your deranged and depraved, bratty behaviour. Satoru Gojo is worshipped like the literal god, who the hell are you? Meanwhile, you, amidst all your molten courage flowing in your veins, were the epitome of anxiety. You can't mistake his blazing steamy rage filled blue eyes greying… to be anything but merciful. You're not delusional.

A veiny, pale hand gripped your hair, the other wrapped around your mouth as you were dragged through the lonesome corridor. You whimpered at the burn in your scalp and before you could register what was happening, Satoru was standing in front of you. Baring his hostile teeth as he grits. "You've done it." He's almost amused, contemplating what more he can do to you, what more can you really handle… then again, does it matter if you can or can’t handle?

"Here's what's going to happen…" He pushed himself against your chest, unrelenting at how disgusting you might feel, transferring the filth on his shirt to yours. You struggled like a fish out of water. Satoru is taller, bulkier, stronger and you realize that soon enough.

"You will be my silly little pet, because guess how much this shirt costs?" He chuckled, whispering gravely against the shell of your ear. "1800 dollars, missy."

You feel shocked upon hearing the price, eyes widening as he slowly leaned his hand away so you could speak.

"Either you fucking pay me back, with interest for each day. Or you shut the fuck up and be my silly little pet for a month I will stomp on, my little useless errand girl. Sounds fitting to someone who looks like you, no?" He smirks, watching the colour fade in your eyes. He is sort of impressed by himself, the way he instantaneously thought of such a brilliant idea. That money means nothing to him, but not everyone is that blessed.

Once you finally gathered what was happening, you raised a brow. "Why should I be an errand girl to someone who collided against me and is now begging to be paid for his filthy shirt? Learn to walk properly asshole!" You spit back, eyes siren and jaw gritted.

"Kay then, I will ask your mommy and daddy to pay for their daughter's bullshit." He left your hair, the pain subsiding into a dull ache.

He wasn't fucking serious was he? You and your parents weren't essentially on the best terms, they have just shifted to Tokyo and while they would be willing to pay, your self-respect wouldn't allow you. Your mother would keep taunting you about this for the rest of your life… you really don't want that.

Satoru noticed the shift in your behaviour when he mentioned your parents - "Heh, guess they don't like you either huh?" He smirked, not caring how hard it would jab you. It kinda did.. but you couldn't care less. Not coming from him especially.

"10 days, of me being your errand girl." You wanted to be ploughed down into death once you uttered these words. There was nothing you could do anyways. Parents involving, not so much…

"A month." Satoru shrugged, smirking. He has you exactly where he wants. His sole goal is to make you cry every single day and make sure you apologize for being a little shit to him.

"And, you do whatever the fuck I say you to. If I tell you to clean my shoe with your tongue, you 'fucking' clean my shoe with your tongue."

Oh it felt like dying, like you were stabbed endlessly by a thousand swords when he said that.

"How do I know after a month you wouldn't bother me or my parents with the money?" Satoru raised a brow, smirking. "I'm a man of my word, little bitch." He squeezed your face in a single hand, watching your puckered lips. "I say you're free after a month, then you're free after a month, though you'll wish every single day that you paid me back." He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he let go of your face with a jerk, letting the back of your head collide a little with the wall.

You were so cute, small, stompable…

"See me when the school ends."

Satoru walked away with that, and your shoulders slumped. This is what it has truly come to? You needed some time to yourself after this, why are you always so pushy and so cocky? What if you didn't humiliate him… a month of sheer torture is what you've signed up for, just to not be tortured by your mother. Besides, it's a lot of money and you don't think your parents owe you because a shitty ass senior got pissed.

You dragged your feet to him, after the school ended. His whole group was present, they were busy chitchatting. Satoru perked up like a spoiled brat the moment his eyes glazed through you beneath the glasses. "My little lap bitch is hereeee~" He perked, walking towards you and smirking at how you grimace when you see the way he was treating you.

"Go, fetch us popsickles." He grinned, giving you the money. You didn't say anything, trying oh so hard not to slap him across the face and breathing out. "Mkay."

You looked up, counting the number of people, "Excluding yourself, no popsickles for you." He simply shrugged.

Oh he was getting beneath your nerves so bad. "I wouldn't buy them for myself." You explained anyway, "Don't wan' em." With that, you walked away, getting to the vending machine and getting those fucking popsickles which you rather wish were poisoned so he dies for good.

When you're back, he made sure you give them to everyone, made sure you give it to him- after opening the packet- and then dropped it.

"Whoops, gotta run again lil girl." He chuckled, his friends were… stunned too. Satoru is a cunt, they all know that. He pushes people through their limits but he's never been this much of an asshole towards any girl. Maybe because none of them did anything except slither around him and worship him.

You tear up, you have never… felt this humiliated in your life ever. Nanami gives his popsickle to Satoru, "Here, Gojo san. I don't want it. Please take it." He is so polite, kind… but his Senpai had other plans.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" He raises his voice a little, and you are left with nothing but a reminder of him demanding this money from your parents. Your feet are stoned to the ground though, unmoving. "Okay." You managed to say again, taking a deep breath as you force yourself to the vending machine yet again, bringing back his popsickle.

You thought highschool would be fun, you would make new friends, go to karaoke parties, excel in subjects, in extra curriculars, whatnot.. you never expected yourself landing into the clutches of rich asshole Gojo Satoru.

Once you're back, you unwrap it again and give it to him. For fuck's sake he finally accepted.

"Kay, gimme your number." He extends his hand with his phone on it, letting you reluctantly add your number and saving it as 'Servant'. Showing it to you to rub salt on your wounds. "Off you go, see you tomorrow." He smiled. You were relieved you don't need to see his face for the rest of the day.

Once you reached home, you cried. All the emotions overwhelming you all at once. Guess he was right, he will make you cry everyday..

The rest of the day passes by in a haze before you find yourself back in school again.

"OH good morning little errand girl!" Satoru's presence looms, he was waiting for you at the entrance, you looked up at him. Not responding for now. You needed to get to class. OH so you're being indifferent now? Satoru is pissed…

"So eager to go to class, I have a job for you though!" He snickers, watching your stompy feet come to a pause. Good, you were still listening. He will push you a little more. "During the lunch time, go and bring my lunch for me, kay? You won't eat unless I finish." He smirked, walking away.

The problem is… it's not fun anymore. At least… not how it was when you retaliated. Maybe he shouldn't have used the money thing and just teased you when you had the means to push it back. You just nodded and left.

During the lunch time, you did as directed. Bringing his plate to him in front of everyone… oh it satiated his silly little ego so much.

Though he wonders if you will snap… finally. If not, he can just push it. No? He extends his hand to Haibara who reluctantly gave his water bottle to Satoru.

Before you could process what happened, you were drenched. The white shirt now translucent, showing your bra. Everyone laughed, some of them were gawking at how the shirt does no justice to you, now that it sticks to your skin, you look much more delectable. "Oops, my hand slipped." He says again, though he knows he's pushed this one too hard. Today was only the second day. Besides, a vile feeling erupted beneath him when he felt others gawk at you. Look away. Look. THE FUCK. AWAY.

Rolling his eyes, he puts his blazer on you, "Here, go get changed.." He mumbled, your silence was not helping. Not fucking helping when you shivered at the coldness of your body, how you just… took it. You didn't even cry, this was to be expected from him anyways.

You nodded, walking towards the infirmary alone. "For fuck's sake…" Satoru snarled, whatever left of his inner conscience slapping him hard as he followed you to it. Making sure you change your clothes and gave you a juice.

You were silent again, taking it from him. "Got nothing to say?" He raises a brow, "I thought you were all big and mean…" He emphasized again.

"Nothing to say. I expected worse." You shrugged, walking away. You expected 'worse'? What kind of worse…

"What the fuck do you mean?" He holds your wrist, "You know, like beating me the fuck up or something." You looked at his eyes. Wow… you truly think of him as vile and disgusting don't you? Why does it pinch him so hard? He's done nothing but bother you and made you believe he is trash.

"Kay." He mumbles, walking away. He's the one bullying you and he's the one being bullied at the same time.

Satoru Gojo doesn't bother you for the rest of the week and the weekend after.

Monday… he asks you to hold his bag for him all the way to his home. Watches you cutely manage both yours and his bag when he could easily hold your bag and you…

You're panting softly when you reach the Gojo estate, cutting the call from your mother and texting her you'll be late. "Here's your bag." You gave it to him and he took it from you easy peasy. "Alright, well.." He can see the sweat beads on your forehead, the way you are twisting your shoulder for relief. Suguru has already stopped talking to him because of this behaviour. You look cute, even when you piss him off so bad.

"Go run home." Satoru scoffs and leaves. Maybe he should just shorten the duration from a month to 15 days… but then, would you become the rebel he liked you to be or would you just ignore him…. contemplation, contemplation… and lots of contemplation.

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❤︎ featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, & sukuna ryomen, fem! reader, ambiguous relationships, smut.

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𝓢𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 ✘ 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 your fiancé knows you're worried that you're not good enough for him. good thing he's comfortable with spending an hour eating you out to prove to you he's committed for life. how else will you believe him?

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 ✘ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 baking cakes aren't easy, and your boyfriend doesn't make it any easier. you're two steps from being done, but the last thing you expected him to do was bend you over the counter before you were able to put the candles on.

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ✘ 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 your lover has always been a fan of keeping you busy, inside and outside of the bedroom, but this time, he’s got a little surprised planned for you that includes a set of white lingerie and a sex pill.

𝓢𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ✘ 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 after a rough exam, your college academic rival figures he can teach you a thing or two. by teaching, you didn’t think he meant physically... especially in the bathroom during his own house party.

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 ✘ 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 trying to forget the tattooed man you fucked at a dingy bar a random night is getting more and more difficult as time goes on. nobody ever loved you like he did, and you might just have to go back for seconds— after pretending to be his girlfriend first.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ✘ 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 he never thought that he’d find his solutions in sloppy one night stands and quickies. he’s glad that after a stressful day at work, you’ll always come to his beckon, no matter how late in the night— his own secretary.

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