𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 | Fem reader x Gojo Satoru

Utter nightmare

He kisses me roughly, throwing his arms around my waist as my back slams into the wall. Pushing his knee between my legs, causing them to widen apart, he slips one of his hands into my hair as he begins to work his tongue into my mouth greedily. I pull him further into me by the collar of his shirt and he begins to suck on my tongue as his other hand reaches for my ass, grabbing it.

I moan into his mouth as his focus moves down to my neck, sucking on my sweet spot there. "Fuck, you're so good at this." I purr into his ear as he moves back up to my lips, capturing them in an eager kiss once again. I grind against his knee as the kiss becomes more aggressive, him being spurred on by my words of praise. We both eventually have to pull apart for air and my eyes meet two blue ones, surrounded by a haze of white hair.

Wait... blue? White?

I shoot up awake from my bed, my hands clenched at the sheets around me. I smack my forehead, only to feel it's damp with sweat. Did I just have a dream about the man that I hate? I groan in annoyance and smash my head back down into the pillow below me before reaching for my phone. After everything I said about hating him, my stupid subconscious couldn't resist making me dream about him.

I see that it's now 6:00 am and after that dream, I don't think I'll be going back to sleep any time soon. I have an important meeting to be in early for today anyway. I wrench myself from my bed, lugging my tired body into the shower. I bite my nails as I stand under the warm jet of water. Do I really think of him that way? I mean, it's undeniable that he's attractive, anyone can see that. But after everything that he's said to me? He called me frumpy for god's sake.

I push the thoughts out of my mind and attempt to move on with my day, eventually reaching Kento's offices. After scanning through security, I decide to take the elevator today rather than the stairs, just for convenience. I step into the metal box and watch the doors close in front of me, but just before they fully shut a hand shoots in between them, causing them to open once again.

My eyes widen as they meet Satoru's and I watch him move his gaze to look at the steps, deliberating whether it's worth it to take the elevator after seeing my presence in the lift. I would roll my eyes at this, but to be honest I'm praying that he takes the steps after my dream last night. I don't know if I want to be in a tiny metal box with him in such close proximity after imagining him kissing me like that.

He sighs before entering the elevator and I avert my gaze away from him. I let out a long, silent exhale in an attempt to calm my heart rate, but I think it just makes matters worse. Suddenly I feel him reach across my front as his arm brushes against my chest and he reaches to press the button for our floor on my left.

"We would've been here all day. Damn Y/n, what's wrong with you." He says and I shake my head in annoyance at my ignorance.

"Nothing." I let out in a high pitched voice, which causes me to shake my head again. Nothing seems to be going right. I feel his gaze linger on me as I pull at the material of my shirt, flapping it in front of me to try and create some air flow.

I watch the lift numbers crawl up slowly as we ascend and Satoru begins to speak.

"Did you dream about me last night?"

His words resonate round and round in my head. How could he have guessed the exact reason that I've been acting so weird?! I have to prevent a horrified expression from spreading across my face to not give anything away. I turn to him slowly, only to be met with the large smirk that's plastered on his lips. It must have been some kind of lucky guess. That or he's just fucking with me.

"What are you talking about?" I manage to get out.

"Did you dream about me last night? And it's rude to answer a question with a question Y/n." He replies and the lift doors ping open as he steps out. I linger for a second in the elevator, still shell shocked from his earlier inference. I finally regain consciousness and quicken my steps to catch up with him as he paces down the corridor.