Strictly Professional (gojo x reader)

Chapter 15

Author's Note:

I meant to say this a while ago, but bear with me if there are moments where Gojo seems OOC. I hope you still enjoy it anyway!

Recommended Songs:

Are You Bored Yet by Wallows ft. Clairo

Birch Tree by Strawberry Guy

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It was now evening the next day. The two of you had spent the morning and early afternoon visiting all the tourist attractions you could before they closed for Christmas. You had been asking Satoru what he had been planning for the evening since he kept saying, "Princess, you're going to love me at the end of this!" Seeing that you had become fed up with his antics, Satoru had suggested you part ways and rejoin around 5 p.m. You had decided that you would find some nice bookstores to look at while he did whatever it is that he didn't want you there.

Your phone buzzed, and you took it out of your pocket to see a message from Satoru saying, I'm outside :-). You quickly paid for the book you had been keeping your eye on and exited the bookstore. Satoru was nowhere to be seen, when you felt a soft breath on your neck, whispering, "Hey, Princess." You were about to pull off a self-defense move but hearing the familiar pet name, you relaxed slightly, turning to meet Satoru's face. He was holding a paper bag with the name of a bakery in one hand while you reached for the other, harshly pinching and twisting the skin.

He yelped, "Owww, what was that for?" You narrowed your eyes, "Don't ever approach a girl like that. Especially because we're in New York, Satoru." He apologized, "I'm sorry, won't do it again, Boss!" Seeing your reaction to the word 'boss' he cackled, "You like that, don't you?" More curious about the contents of the bag than answering, you reached for it, saying, "What's in here?" He shook his head, responding, "Tsk, tsk, changing the subject, Princess." He reached into the bag, pulling out a set of macarons of different flavors, continuing, "I got some sweets because why not!"

A corner of your lips raised, giving him a slight smile, teasing, "You have such a sweet tooth, Satoru." He plopped a macaron into his mouth, handing one to you, mumbling between bites, "You can never go wrong with sweets! I think that they even add more vibrancy to life sometimes." Munching on a lavender honey macaron, you muttered, "And you add more stress to mine." Walking, Satoru curves an arm around your waist, jesting, "You know, I would also say that I add more pleasure to your life as well."

You gently jabbed him in his side with your elbow, retorting, "Why must the conversation always become sexual with you?" Satoru wiped the crumbs from his mouth, answering, "Well, your reactions are priceless, Princess."

You sighed, looking up at him, asking, "So...what are we doing now?" Satoru leaned his head back with a cocky grin, chuckling, "Don't you worry about a thing! I'll take care of all our festivities tonight!" You shook your head, wondering, Doesn't he realize that saying that makes me less confident? He continued, "But I will tell you that what we are doing first is kind of slippery." Oh god, here he goes making things sexual again. I shouldn't have left him to do the planning.

The two of you kept walking, taking trains, and turning on different blocks until you saw the glittering tree at Rockefeller Center. You turned slightly, exclaiming, "Oh, so that's what you meant by slippery," noticing the ice rink at a lower level that luckily, wasn't crowded because of the looming holiday. Satoru smirked, leaning into your ear, "What did you think I meant by slippery?" Your skin flushed once again, and noticing, Satoru whispered, "Who's making things sexual now? But you're always welcome to Princess. I would love to see that side of you."

You gulped, taking a step back, turning your gaze towards the speckled concrete. His fingers grazing your chin, he turned your gaze to his saying, "Come on, Sweetheart," as his other hand slipped in yours, pulling you towards the entrance of the rink.