Blue Eyes

Its getting hot 😏

- POV -

A marriage of convenience ? Stupidest thing. Cunty. But not in a good way, I thought. It was actually the first thing that came to my mind when I put on that damn wedding dress. But I quickly changed my mind when I saw Gojo Satoru.

 His blue piercing eyes did not look away from me during the whole ceremony. If we were supposed to hate each other for this marriage of convenience, it didn't feel like it, it felt quite like the opposite...

 Attraction.

 The ceremony had ended since a couple hours now. Gojo and I were standing in different corners of the room, only the king-sized bed separating us. I finally got rid of my wedding dress ; now I was wearing a casual outfit, not anything too comfy since we were about to go downstairs to have dinner with the families. But Gojo had the brilliant idea to take his time to change.. 

in front of me.

 I was attracted by Gojo Satoru. My whole body screamed for him. For his veiny hands, his slight smirk, his pecs I felt the extreme urge to squeeze so hard, his abs.. Well. Everything about him. His back flexing as he was taking his shirt off.

 Gosh. Was I ovulating ? 

Because the heat in between my legs was seriously starting to get worse.

"Like what you see, hm ?" Gojo's deep and teasing voice took me out of my trance. I wanted to punch him every time this slight playful smirk popped on his face. 

 "I wasn't looking at you." I stated, turning my head away and that made Gojo chuckle. 

"Sure didn't." He started walking over the bed, but when I thought he'd stop there, he kept walking towards me.

 "You should put a t-shirt on." My eyes were glancing at his shirtless body briefly as I crossed my arms, my nails slightly digging into my skin to keep me from looking too much.

 "Why ? To take it off right away after?" Gojo chuckled again. 

"I don't think that's useful."

Before I could realize it, he was close. So close that his breath was hitting in my ear as he spoke. It didn't take me long to figure out what he was implying. I started imagining my hands running through his chest since he wasn't willing to put something on, thank goodness, and butterflies filled my stomach.

 "Look at me, angel. What's wrong?" He asked softly.

 His fingers holding up my chin. I met his blue piercing eyes, and just like during the ceremony, it was such an intense stare. So much attraction between us. 

"Nothing's wrong." I replied, making Gojo smirk mockingly. 

"You're all hot and flustered. I think I know what's wrong with you." He leaned closer, his lips planting a soft kiss in my neck.

 "You want me." Another kiss in my neck, this time was lingering long enough to make me sigh softly of approval. My body was screaming for him. 

Bullshit.

 I muttered, my hands suddenly moving on his chest to push him away. But I failed. All I could do was to squeeze it. Damn, he was so muscular. His skin was so soft and his muscles were tightening under my touch. His hands started traveling down my waist, giving them a squeeze before he moved up to my boobs. He squeezed them too.

  "Gojo." I breathed. 

"What ? Don't tell me to stop." He planted another kiss in my neck and started nibbling on my skin.

 "You don't want it to stop. Because what I'm gonna have for dinner tonight, is you." He whispered, one of his hands moving down my stomach, getting dangerously close to this part of my body that was starting to get wet. 

"Me?" As an answer, Gojo grabbed my hand and pulled it on his pants. Right there. He was so.. hard. Damn.

"You."

He confirmed, his voice being a raspy and deep whisper.

 "Do you wanna know how exactly I'll have you for dinner ?"

 Our lips met in a hungry and aggressive kiss, his tongue was teasing mine. When he pulled away, his hands started grabbing my butt, lifting me up. He didn't wait for me to answer. He lied me down on the bed, his body pressed against mine. 

"I'll kiss every inch of your skin. I'll feel how wet you are. I'll taste you. You will be deliciously pleased. Then, I'll f*ck you so hard that you'll be full of me at the end of the night."

"Why do you think I'd let you?" I scoffed softly. 

At this point, I didn't even know why I kept trying to play hard to get. I wanted him. I did want to him to do whatever that's in his mind right now. 

"We're supposed to hate each other."

Gojo's hand started unbuttoning my jeans, his hand slid down my panties. 

"I just make it a bit more fun for both of us to enjoy hating on each other. Because you're my wife, now." He kept whispering in my ear, pressing his lips in my neck in between his words. 

"You... like it or not. You belong to me."

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