CEO!SATOSHI WANTS YOU SOOOO BAD ! M.LIST
⚠️: CRACK, Manipulation, Fem!PA, OC by @sweethearticism, 18+
“Where are you going, babydoll?” Your wonderfully tall, muscular, and handsome boss asks as he sees you touching your makeup up in your cubicle right outside his office. The sun’s setting, and everyone’s in a rush to go home, but you seem to be really invested in how your hair looks from the back right now to even care. And so, he wants to know why.
You raise an eyebrow at him while you look at yourself through a desktop mirror, admiring how beautifully you fixed your lashes. “It’s the end of the workday, Gojo-sama, pleasantries needn’t be exchanged.”
He smirks. “Sa-to-shi.” He corrects, enunciating every syllable. Then, he grabs your chin with two fingers, tilting your head up so he can see your pretty face. “You’re too pretty to not get it, princess. My question isn’t a ‘pleasantry’.” He taps your cheek twice, as if expecting you to just spit out the answer. “I want to know where you’re going and who you’ll be with.”
You decide to play his charade. Surely, there’s no harm in indulging in your boss’ weird little games, no? “If you’re so eager to know, why don’t you follow me, ‘Sa-to-shi’-sama.” You dare.
You’re well aware there’s a higher probability that he’ll do it, and maybe you’d like that—for the thrill.
Suddenly, he’s scowling and on his knees in front of your swivel chair. “No, I don’t want you to go at all. What is it that you need, pretty? New earrings? A vintage clutch? Designer shoes? Don’t go on your date. I’m a million times better than your date will ever be.”
You cross your arms over your chest, further accentuating your breasts. “It’s not a date. I’m not going on a date!” You huff then turn to the side, feeling a bit guilty. “It’s an interview…” You whisper underneath your breath, unable to look into his eyes.
An interview? Does he not give you enough? Are you unhappy at the company? Is your workload too much? Why the hell are you looking for a different job when you already have the best one in all of Tokyo?!
He stands up, towering over you. “Why would you want to leave me?”
“I—I don’t really—I was just offered a job by Sukuna-sa—”
“Sukuna?!” He yells, and you flinch. Because of this, he changes his tone and gets back on his knees to weep and beg. “You’re considering a job with Ryomen Sukuna… my rival, no less, instead of me, babydoll?”
Tears start welling up in his eyes, catching a glint of light that highlights his cerulean gaze. “Are you unhappy, baby? Would you like a raise?” He sniffles.
“Satoshi-sama!” You coo, hands immediately shooting up gently to his face. Your thumbs wipe his tears away as you leave a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose.
“How could you even consider working for that man?” He questions dramatically, holding your hands with his own, completely engulfing your skin against his rough one.
“He’s not a monster, Satoshi-sama…”
“He most certainly is. He knows how much you mean to me, baby. He’s trying to take you from me, is that the act of a righteous man? No!”
“But—”
Satoshi interrupts you. “No!” He throws a larger tantrum, staining your pencil skirt, he insists you wear, with his tears. “Tell me you won’t go, babydoll…”
Your guilt ate you up, and you nod. “I won’t…”
He smiles like he wasn’t just sobbing in your arms like a four-year old. “Good girl, I’ll take you to dinner then, yeah? Let’s not waste all this time you took preparing yourself.”
“O—Okay..” You say, hesitant.
“Then I’ll upload a picture of you on my story so that your wannabe employer could see how stupid he was to think that you’d choose him over me.” He snickers, giving your cheek a small peck.
God, your sexy boss was definitely a big weirdo.
© wkbsrco, DO NOT repost/steal/copy/feed to AI
