𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇 | Gojo SatoruxOC

𝟥𝟣- 𝒢𝑜𝒿𝑜 𝒮𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓊

I was in my office, fuming that she had spent a week sleeping in her car when she could have been here with me. 

Moreover... I sighed heavily. Having her here was unbearable. She had been here for only two hours, and I could barely control myself. She drove me insane. Her delicate skin in my hands...

I bit my lip as I almost got turned on again just thinking about it.

I muttered to myself, "Before I burst into her room and do what shouldn't be done..."

I needed a distraction, so I tried to focus on the documents in front of me. I ran a hand through my hair as I read through the special threat level reports. I organized them and set them aside. I could sense her presence as she moved around the house. My house. The thought of what I could do made me want to bang my head against the wall.

What is wrong with me? Have I been so intensely seduced by her body? I felt like a child who got a piece of cake and now wanted the whole damn cake.

She called out through the house, "Gojo, where are you!?"

Her voice... I took a deep breath as blood rushed to my groin just from the thought of her.

I pulled out my phone and texted her, "Dummy, go up the stairs from the apartment and then all the way to the left."

My house was so large that I had to text her directions. It didn't take long before I heard her approaching.She practically burst through the door, her annoyance evident.

Control yourself...

She's wearing the clothes I bought her... those shorts... her hair down...

She looked around the room, clearly irritated. "WTF, why is it so dark?" she muttered, searching for the light switch.

When she found it and turned it on, she had to squint briefly until her eyes adjusted.

I grinned at her and studied her figure. "What is it?" I asked.

She looked amazed as she glanced around my office. "Wow, it's so huge."

Such a sweet, naive girl.

She walked further in, ran her finger over the couch, and then plopped down, crossing her legs.

Bold...

Her ample curves were on display. I swallowed, amused.

She spread her arms and let her head hang back. "Hey, Gojo..."

I turned back to the papers. "Hmm?"

"How did you manage to buy the products I like, or the clothes... or my underwear?" She said the last part with clear disgust.

I looked up, surprised. So that's what this is about. I chuckled lightly.She lifted her head and looked at me with a confused expression.

"The day I played with your underwear, I paid attention. And when I opened the drawer, I saw your bra size."

She turned so red and grabbed a pillow from the couch, throwing it at me. I dodged to the left.

I looked at her amusedly and provoked, "When we get married, these barriers won't exist anymore... and besides, a few days ago..."She almost screamed and threw another pillow.

"Hey, hey, don't destroy my office," I warned.

She breathed heavily and cleared her throat. "It's a marriage of convenience, so we don't have to do any of that."

I raised an eyebrow and leaned back in my chair, locking eyes with her. "But I want that condition."

She looked away.

"Kanna..." I said warningly.

She looked around and murmured, "Yeah... okay..."

I scoffed. "I'll do it anyway, and you'll want it yourself."

Her head snapped back to me. "I would never want that."

I laughed. "What?! You were the one who kissed me!"

She raised an eyebrow. "And I was the one who stopped you."

I grinned. "You're getting cheeky."

She stuck her tongue out at me. She scratched her neck. "Wait, you haven't explained how you figured out my other stuff."

I shrugged. She looked intrigued.

I observed everything. Every day, what you wore, your style, your scent when we kissed, your favorite food, your hair when I ran my hand through it, your jewelry, your favorite pillow. Am I obsessed even though I'm not in love?

I didn't even notice she was standing in front of me, pulling me by the collar towards her. My eyes widened. Her neckline was a perfect view for me.

She grinned and whispered, "I'm going to sleep now, dear future husband..."

Just as she was about to lean away, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me, almost knocking over my desk items. I kissed her hungrily on the lips. Her rose scent filled my nose, her fresh mint taste.I broke the kiss.

She pulled back, grinning. "You're not a bad kisser," she said—what?

The laughter caught in my throat. She's so bold. She moved away and headed for the door.

"Wait," I called out.

She turned around.

"When are we planning the wedding?"

She yawned. "I'll leave it all to you, Gojo Satoru. After all, you have excellent taste."

With that, she disappeared.

I broke my pen and muttered to myself, "You just want to get out of the work..."I leaned my head back. I want this over with as quickly as possible, so I'll do it in three days. It should be big and subtle. She should look like my beautiful little pet.

I grinned at the ceiling.