guys … I HAVE a crush & its a serious crush. i cant tell anyone else because we have the same friends and i have a feeling that he kinda feels the same but hasnt admitted it to himself can i vent in here oh my god but like he’s the nicest guy ever and is like one of the smartest people that I know and he’s also really funny and he’s never had a girlfriend before
between the two of us, I tend to be the more cynical one, especially with other people and I ran to him about these people and he’s always like OK since you don’t like them I’m not gonna like them too, but he doesn’t really mean it but he just says that and then he’s also like very thoughtful. We talk to each other until like 3 AM every day like wow the only thing is that we have the same friends and he’s like one of the closest friends that I have right now, but I don’t know if we’re close because I have a crush on him or I have a crush on him because we’re close. does that make sense
HELP .. whenever we walk together we take the long way home ..
UPDATE: we’re goin out next week to study & eat cake ive been wanting to try & walk home … last time we went out i thought it was simple stylez so i wore a shirt and a cardigan & he comes in with poli and trousers and loafers… shud i dress up ???
another update: i left my airpods somewhere in the library & my campus is quite big. i only have the airpods case lol & told him about it & sends me a long message where it could be & why. like for example: from 8-10 you were here and you were rushing & you nlah blah blah
also he wants to know the names of my stuffed toys…
guys … I HAVE a crush & its a serious crush. i cant tell anyone else because we have the same friends and i have a feeling that he kinda feels the same but hasnt admitted it to himself can i vent in here oh my god but like he’s the nicest guy ever and is like one of the smartest people that I know and he’s also really funny and he’s never had a girlfriend before
between the two of us, I tend to be the more cynical one, especially with other people and I ran to him about these people and he’s always like OK since you don’t like them I’m not gonna like them too, but he doesn’t really mean it but he just says that and then he’s also like very thoughtful. We talk to each other until like 3 AM every day like wow the only thing is that we have the same friends and he’s like one of the closest friends that I have right now, but I don’t know if we’re close because I have a crush on him or I have a crush on him because we’re close. does that make sense
HELP .. whenever we walk together we take the long way home ..
UPDATE: we’re goin out next week to study & eat cake ive been wanting to try & walk home … last time we went out i thought it was simple stylez so i wore a shirt and a cardigan & he comes in with poli and trousers and loafers… shud i dress up ???
guys … I HAVE a crush & its a serious crush. i cant tell anyone else because we have the same friends and i have a feeling that he kinda feels the same but hasnt admitted it to himself can i vent in here oh my god but like he’s the nicest guy ever and is like one of the smartest people that I know and he’s also really funny and he’s never had a girlfriend before
between the two of us, I tend to be the more cynical one, especially with other people and I ran to him about these people and he’s always like OK since you don’t like them I’m not gonna like them too, but he doesn’t really mean it but he just says that and then he’s also like very thoughtful. We talk to each other until like 3 AM every day like wow the only thing is that we have the same friends and he’s like one of the closest friends that I have right now, but I don’t know if we’re close because I have a crush on him or I have a crush on him because we’re close. does that make sense
HELP .. whenever we walk together we take the long way home ..
told my italian situationship “vaffanculo” as a joke and now he’s not talking to me … is it like a really bad word or is it something that can be used casually like “fuck” 😭
“i will divorce you.” | h. higuruma x reader (fluff)
You ask your lawyer boyfriend to help you review for the upcoming exam and say something you don’t mean.
p.s. totally not self indulgent … maybe alittle. (posted from my phone lol; not proofread!!)
“I can’t do this,” you whined, trying to pry your flashcards away from the man holding them. Your law books were sprawled on the table, notes and pens littered everywhere. “Let me see. I forgot I can’t remember—“
“No,” he replied, tightening his hold on the index cards. “Nope,”
“But—“ you frown. He sees you trying to reel your memory back in.
“You were getting it right already you’re just lazy to think,” he says, reaching out to carress your cheek. “Come on, baby, if you finish this subject, I’ll take you out for ice cream,”
“I can buy my own,”
“But you won’t be with me. Come on,” he says. “Grounds for divorce?”
“I want to divorce you,” you pout and he sighs. He sees your brain register what you just said.
“Hey. Bad joke,” his tone becomes more serious and you feel terrible. Your face fills with guilt and you wasted no time to apologize to him. Sweet girl.
“I’m sorry, Hiromi,” you replied, cuddling into him. “I was just stressed and I really didn’t mean it,”
“I know. I’ll forgive you if you tell me what the grounds are. Try harder this time, baby. For me?” he asks. He really didn’t need to glance at the card to know the grounds for divorce. But he needed you to see him take this review seriously. He needed you to take the review seriously.
And you do. For the rest of the night, you let your boyfriend ask you questions for your upcoming review exam to show him how sorry you were.
That night in bed, just as he was about to close his eyes to whisper at him.
“I don’t want to divorce you. I’m sorry for saying that. You know that I love you very much.”
“I love you too. Just don’t say it again,” he replies, adjusting himself so he’s facing you. “You know that I only want what’s best for you and I know Attorney Inoue is on your case about the review exams and I want to help,”
“I know but I just get so…tired sometimes. How did you ever do that? How do manage to string all the doctrines and actually give it some sense?”
“Came naturally to me,” he says. At least he was honest. “But there were bad times too.”
“Mr. Genius over here. I hope our kids get your brains,” you yawn and his heart stutters.
“Our kids?”
“Yeah. When we get married,” you replied, thinking nothing of it. Like it was natural—and he loved that you said it so naturally.
“When we get married?” He repeats. He’s thought of the future with you, he was sure of that but he has never let himself imagine that you’d think the same. But now, he’s free to do so. His fingers play with the ends of your hair. “You sure you won’t divorce me?” he jokes.
“I said I was sorry!”
“I know, I know,” he chuckles. “Besides, I’ll make an airtight pre-nup and trap you with me forever.”
“Stop threatening me with a good time.”
hope you enjoyed ! just a little something since i missed you. and no, i am not replacing nanami :P
a text message sent to the wrong number sends suguru geto into a frenzy only to realize that some things hide in plain sight. (lawyer!suguru)
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A/N: Had this in my drafts for the longest time.
If something happens, I might need you to bail me out tonight.
Your phone glowed on your face at around 1:42 in the morning. The buzzing woke you from your almost-sleep. You furrowed your brows and looked at the unknown number. You called the number, anxious that it was one of your friends…
Suguru Geto was trying to calm a drunk college student down from punching another guy when he got punched in the face instead. He wasn’t able to think and out of impulse, he might have punched the kid in the face and that said kid is now suffering with a black eye, threatening to call the police. He was fucked. Utterly and thoroughly fucked. His mind was reeling. Number one, why did he let himself be persuaded when Satoru asked him to go clubbing? Number two, why did he punch a kid? Number three, oh my God he punched a kid! Usually, he wouldn’t mind. He would even throw another punch to sweeten the deal but he was a lawyer now. What if the kid files for a disbarment?'
The vibration on his hand steals him away from his thoughts. It was the number he texted earlier.
”Satoru? Where the fuck—“'
”Hello? Are you alright?” A voice as sweet as honey and soft as marshmallows came from his phone.
“Um…hello?” he suddenly finds his shoulders relaxing. “Sorry, I think I texted the wrong number,”
”Oh,” the voice replied.
“My friend gave me the wrong number I think,” he sighed. He curses at Satoru in his mind for changing his number and giving him a wrong number. “Sorry about that,”
”It’s alright,” the voice replied. “Um—I guess I’ll end the call now,”
”Wait!”
”Hm?”
“Can you…can you stay on call?” he asked, shame filling his veins. How does he tell a girl about how shaken up he is about the whole thing? “I…I, uh…just need someone to talk to until my friend arrives.”
He can feel your hesitation from the other line.
“I swear, I’m not a weirdo or anything.” he assured. “You can…you can look me up. Or I don’t—give you proof about my existence?”
”No, that’s alright,” you told him. “I’m Y/N,”
He tests the way your name rolls in his tongue.
”So, why do you need bail?”
”Oh, well, I don’t need it yet but I’m at the club with some friends and there were, uh, college kids who wouldn’t leave my friends alone. Got them uncomfortable and when I told them to stop, one of them punched me in the face and I punched back,” he said. “But I think I might have punched too hard because the kid got shoved to the ground,”
”Oh no,” you replied. “What was the college kid doing?”
”He was cornering some co-workers,” he said. “Interrupting them while they talked and making them uncomfortable. I guess he didn’t take it too kindly when I told him to leave them alone. How was your day?”
”It was busy,” you replied. “I’m in the final stages of this thing I’m opening,”
”What is it?”
“Oh, well, I’m opening a cafe soon,”
“That’s nice. Where is it located?”
”I found this really nice place in Ueno and it’s like a small, traditional house that I turned into a cafe. It’s a slow cafe, really. None of the cafes where there’s a long line. What about you?”
”I’m a lawyer,"
”Wow, that’s cool,”
”You think so?” he didn’t know what it was but hearing you say it was cool kind of made him want to giggle.
”Yeah,”
As Satoru approaches, Suguru’s frown deepens.
“My friend is here. Thank you for staying with me,” Suguru says. “I would’ve loved to talk more…”
”I hope you get home safe with no need for bail,”
Suguru chuckled. “I hope so too. Can I…text you?”
“Sure. Tell me how it goes. Good night,”
”Good night,” The line disconnects and he frowns at Satoru.
”Whoa, whoa. Don’t frown at me! I got it settled. The kid called his parents and I talked to the parents and threatened to sue them into oblivion,”
”Like?”
”Harassment? Physical injury? Public disturbance?” Satoru lists down everything from the top of his head. It didn’t matter if it was applicable. ”I also told them that their kid was trying to harass a bunch of paralegals and that he punched a lawyer. Anyways, who were you talking to earlier?”
”Oh. Just someone I know,” Suguru shrugged. His friend raises his eyebrows.
“Is it a girl? It’s a girl, huh? Are you finally going back to dating?” Satoru asked. “I prayed for days like this! So, who is it?”
“It’s none of your business,” Suguru grumbled. “Let’s just go home,”
”Aw, come on! Why won’t you tell me?”
Suguru paused. Well, he didn’t want Satoru to tease him about calling some unknown, random girl that he’s never seen before. Second, he didn’t want Satoru to know that he was shaken up after the punch. Third, well, he just wants to keep it private for a bit.
”Fine, you won’t tell me but I’ll find out soon enough,”
—
The next day, Suguru wakes up with a throbbing headache and a throbbing cheek. He grabs for his phone in the nightstand and looks at his emails and messages. None of them seemed to appeal to him because none of them was you. He clicks on your contact number and then the text message icon. Should he?
”Oh, fuck this,” he grumbles. Typing a quick “Good morning. Thank you for letting me hang around last night.” and then sending it. He tosses the phone to the side and tries to think about something else. Hm, what should he do…what should he—BUZZ!
He fishes for his phone quickly, almost hurting himself in the process, and sees a message from Satoru. He frowns and tosses it back to the bed before going to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.
As he lounges on his couch, he hears another buzz from his phone. He tries to act cool this time. He unlocks the phone and sees your phone number. He can feel his heart racing…
no need to thank me twice. i trust everything went well?
He smiles softly at the way you typed your words.
Yes. My friend talked to the parents and they decided not to press charges. What are you doing today?
The text bubbles appear on his phone.
i’m helping with the delivery of furniture at the cafe today. some shipments will arrive too and i want to be there to see everything. you?
Decided to have a lazy day today after what happened last night.
how’s your cheek?
Bruised. But my friend is coming over later to check on it.
that’s nice. i hope it doesn’t bruise too long.
Yeah. I hope so too.
Hey, do you need extra help today?
help with what?
I don’t know. I can give free legal advice?
hmm… i’m ok :) i think i’d rather you rest for today.
Huh. Not going to lie, he was quite disappointed by your response. His thumbs hover on the screen but the bubble appears again.
but next time one of my suppliers try to squeeze me, i’ll let you know.
He replied with an “Ok” and puts his phone away. He wonders, though, if your suppliers were angels on earth because you don’t message him again. Not even when his bruise healed. And fine, there’s a concept of stranger danger but what was the harm in knowing you more? Was it his non-commitant reply? He thinks about it until he forgets about it.
Weeks pass by and work is topped with more work. It’s one contract after another; deeds to register; motions to file. He was tired, really tired. One of the interns brought a box of doughnuts one day. Hiro, his name was. Everyone in the legal team was entitled to one doughnut each, except for Satoru who had two.
The doughnuts looked good and the flavors were unique—mango chrysanthemum, lychee strawberry, chocolate earl grey. He had chocolate earl-grey and immediately fell in love with whoever conceptualized it. Satoru pestered Hiro for the details until he gave in.
“It’s my sister’s bakery in Ueno,” he said. “It’s a newly opened cafe-bakery but she specializes in unique flavor combinations. You should try sometime,”
That’s how Suguru and Satoru found the corner bakery, a quaint shop with a cozy ambience. It was modern enough for Ueno—whatever that meant but comforting enough to make a person stop and enjoy the place.
our bake house.
Cute. A teenager who looks like a part-timer waves at them and they walk, looking at the display case.
“Our special doughnuts of the month include kinako peanut butter, banana matcha, and chai.” he says. “Our baker makes everything from scratch and in-house,”
“Ah,” Suguru says but Satoru was already ordering everything off the menu. “Do you have anything that’s not too sweet—?”
“Rei, the sea salt camembert doughnuts are ready!” someone says, carrying a tray of doughnuts out. Suguru stops. That voice sounded familiar. “Are we lacking anything—oh. Good afternoon!” the girl says, setting the metal tray down at the display case. “Welcome to our bake house,”
Oh. Oh my god. Your voice—that voice. Was it the same girl that answered his call that one night?
“Y/N…?” Suguru asks cautiously. How could he forget your voice? He may have only heard it once over the telephone but it had the same gentleness and tone from the stranger that night.
She smiles politley, looking very puzzled.
“Hi, have we met?” she asks. “Sorry, I’m not good with faces,”
“Oh, no! I, uh—remember me? The uh,” he swallows. “The guy that sent you a message for bail?”
Recognition immediately fills her eyes.
“Oh! The lawyer! You never told me your name,”
“It’s Suguru. Geto Suguru.” he says. His eyes widened. “Oh! I hope you don’t think I’m stalking—“
“I deleted all my messages in my inbox and couldn’t find—“
You both stop, a chuckle escaping your lips.
“You first,” he says.
“I deleted all my messages to clear up on space and I couldn’t find yours because I forgot to save your number. Your turn.”
“I wasn’t stalking. One of the interns at work brought doughnuts and said it came from here. Well, his sister owns this place apparently.”
“Hiro?” she asks.
“Yes,”
“Ah! You’re his mentors! He couldn’t stop talking about his intern life. Thanks for letting him in,”
“He’s very qualified and diligent,” Suguru says. “I think one of our partners specializing in public interest cases has his favor.”
“Thank you.” she says. A beat. “I—“
“Can I message you again?”
“I was going to ask if I can have your number again.”
Suguru smiles and sends her a text message. She saves the number this time.
After finishing the free doughnuts and coffee, Satoru smacked Suguru’s back.
“Never thought I’d see the day Suguru Geto, the best cross examiner of the firm get all so flustered,”
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'god we want ANGST!!!!!'
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SYNOPSIS: You were fated to marry Gojo Satoru, who knew you belonged to him. You knew that too but some things don't feel certain.
content warning: yandere!gojo; clan misogyny; dubcon; manipulation; dark themes
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Not everyone could say that you got married before you were even born but you can. Before you were even an idea in your mother’s head, you already had a betrothed. Before you met your betrothed, your union was already planned. Gojo clan’s Six Eyes and Omiru clan’s Matter Manipulation…they wanted to have children that had both. It was normal, they said. Clans do it a lot to monopolize on cursed techniques.
You first met Satoru Gojo when you were six. He was two years older and immediately knew that you belonged to him. It’s why your mother made the arrangements for you to stay in the Gojo Estate, away from your clan’s smaller, more peaceful one. You were taken care of to be like a princess and Gojo like a prince. You’d wake up and maids would start to bustle and move around, ensuring that you were dressed in a silk kimono and your hair adorned with jewels.
When you were about eight you remembered that one of the lower family’s children trespassed into where you stayed. You always saw children outside but never interacted with them. Seeing one of them, Niko, his name was, made you curious. He was a child around your age and with him was a box of sakura mochi wrapped in furishiki.
“Do you want some?” he asks, unwrapping the furishiki as he sits cross-legged in front of you.
“I’m not so certain if I’m allowed to eat that,” you replied. He nods.
“You talk like an adult,” His hands take one sakura mochi and extend it to you. “Mother says you'd be our next queen. Like Satoru Gojo’s mother,” he says. You take the mochi from him and nod. Before you could take a bite of the mochi, though, Satoru’s hand swats it away. You look up startled, you’ve never seen him this worked up before.
“Do not eat that!” he shouts, his eyes wild. “It could be poisoned!” He shoves Niko and throws his sakura mochi.
Niko was ready to apologize before the maids come rushing in.
“You are only allowed to eat food that come from me or the maids!” Satoru shouts. “Remove him here! Remove him here!”
The maids try to calm him down. He was throwing a tantrum. The others console your body shaking from the sobs that emitted from your mouth. From then on, all your meals were eaten with Satoru Gojo. You never saw Niko again, not even during your wedding, when all the members of the clan were required to attend. You didn’t bother asking.
–
You remembered your relief when Satoru Gojo had to leave the estate to attend Jujutsu Tech, a school in Tokyo. When he left, you made sure to show him how devastated you were. You made a show of crying to him the night before. In your years in the estate you realized that you had a penchant for acting. You knew how to school your facial expressions to adapt to what he felt. You’d be lost of course, it will be two years before you could enter the same school he went to. Who were you without him anyway?
“It’s alright,” he says. “I’m only a call away and if you really needed me, I could just teleport and appear right beside you when you want to,” You nod at that. Over the years, he developed the skill of teleportation and he could bring you with him if he really wanted to.
“I know but we don’t have means to communicate with each other,” you remind him. You both did not have cellular phones.
His face constricts into something you can’t pinpoint–annoyance, maybe?
“I’ll see to it that father gets you one,” he replies. “But only with my details. Who else would you be calling anyway?” He laughs and it stirs something inside you. He’d be free from the estate but you won’t be. He’d have friends and you won’t have any. Still, you let out a quick chuckle to appease him.
When he left the next day, weight on your shoulders were lifted. Some of it.
Gojo’s mother watches the maids tend to you know. She’d reprimand them if your hair was out of place or if your kimono was wrinkled.
“Sad to see him leave, isn’t it?” she asked. She invited you to her quarters for tea. Now that you were older, she was putting in more the effort.
“It is, mother,” you replied. You haven’t seen your mom in weeks. How was she?
“He’s quite fond of you, you know,” she says, sipping on her tea. “My son, Satoru…he’s very…passionate and he has the tendency to make sure that what he loves are his and his alone,”
You nod.
“I don’t know if you remember that child, Niko? The sakura mochi incident,” she says as if it was nothing. It makes you flinch but you controlled yourself, his mother saw your pinky twitch though. “He begged his father to take Niko away.”
She presses on.
“And you know that Satoru will always get what he wants from his father,” she adds. “It’s why he loves his doting father more than his disciplining mom. He once said that he hoped you’d be nothing like me.”
You only nod.
“I know what you feel.”
–
Satoru visited on the weekends. The first time he came home, he was wearing his school uniform. He had brought over things from the outside world for you–things that girls your age were interested in. He told you about the first time he had fried chicken, so used to cleaner food.
“It tastes so good! Oh and everything was so crunchy,” he says.
“You didn’t feel sick?” you asked.
“No, no,” he replied. He touches the haneri of your kimono and adjusts it. He takes the hairpin out from your hair. “Your collar’s a bit higher. From now on, I want your hair down.”
“I’ll make sure to tell the maids.”
And so, your hair was down.
The more weeks that pass, the more Satoru loved the outside world. He let go of the kimonos that he usually wore and he’s starting to slouch. He even started wearing sunglasses to protect his eyes instead of the fabric that he used to wear all the time.
His visits came from weekly to twice a month. He never gave you the phone that he promised he would.
One particular night, you found yourself sick from training. Your trainer had pushed you to the limit and Satoru was notified. He appeared in your quarters not an hour later, his eyes watching your weak figure.
“I don’t know why but my eyes never seem to hurt when I’m looking at you,” he says. Your head was on his lap. “I like you more like this. Pliant and obedient. Not the usual. You’d be more stoic if you weren’t weak. Did you get sick on purpose so I’d come home? Because you missed me?” he asked, the fingers that threaded in your hair to soothe your scalp slowly tighten.
When you don’t answer, he tightens his hold once more.
“You know that I will never find someone else…someone that isn’t you,” he coos. “You missed me, didn’t you? Answer.”
“I did,” you manage to cough out. His fingers loosen at the roots of your hair. A part of you truly missed him. He was the only companion you’ve ever known. “I missed you, Satoru,”
“Don’t worry, I’ll stay until you get better.”
-
When it was your turn to enter Jujutsu Tech, Satoru’s mother gave you a hair pin. Twenty four karat gold. You didn’t know what it meant or what 24 karat meant.
“I hope you find courage,” she says, handing you the pin adorned with rare stones. It was wrapped in inconspicuous paper when she slipped it in your kimono. “I hope you continue to be strong. Thank you for listening to me all these years,”
“Thank you as well, mother.” She nods and she gives you a tight hug, tighter than she’d given Satoru. As you looked back when the car drove away, you swore you saw her shed some tears. The hairpin remains a secret, even now.
When you arrived at the school, Satoru was already waiting for you.
“There you are! What took you so long?” he asked, his arm landing on your shoulders. You tense, he’s never done this before. His cheerful tone masked his accusation as he observed the driver that took you there. “Surely there were no detours?” his grip on your shoulder tightens.
“None, sir.” The driver replied. “We were late because the miss’ belongings were not yet fully packed.”
“Ah,” his grip on your shoulder releases and he reverts back to his cheerful persona. “That can’t be helped,”
“Sorry,” was your weak offer but it was strong enough because he turns you away from the driver to face him.
“You’ll have so much fun here. Our rooms are not right next to each other because girl dorms and boy dorms are different but it’s pretty close. Closer than school and the estate for sure,”
He orders the driver and the maid you brought along to set up your dorm.
“Come on, I’ll show you around.”
—
He takes a spare key of your dorm room for security and he gives you his.
“There. Now that we’re away from the estate we’re more free to move around, no etiquette lessons and reprimand when our back slouches,” he says after he plops on your bed after the tour. The school was strangely empty today.
“Sit,”
You oblige and sit beside him on the bed.
“We’re free now,” he says, tucking a strand of your hair from your face. His fingers then fix your kimono. He’s always been obsessed with perfection.
“You’re going to love it here.”
-
Your uniform was a navy blue kimono and your hair pin was gold, like the gold buttons on everyone else’s. To assess your strength, Yaga, your teacher, told you to show him what you got.
Satoru and his friends whom he hasn’t introduced yet, watch from the bleachers. Soon your technique changes the state of matter.
As a test, Yaga throws one if his stuffed toys at you and you turn it into liquid, landing on the grass. He gives you a few more tests, like manipulation of said items mid-air. Your cursed energy manipulates it and the apple on the top of the head of one of his dolls, splits into even halves from the water that you turned into a knife. You realized turning matter into gas particles was harder. You wish you could learn more and be stronger. Unlike Satoru, though, you were forbidden from participating in missions.
One night, on your nineteenth birthday, he knocks. His eyes were glazed over and he seemed frantic.
“Can I sleep here?” Your fingers twitch before nodding, stepping aside.
“Are we not breaking any rules?”
“I can always teleport and leave no trace.” He walks to your bed and removes his layers until he was only in his boxers. He plops down and groans. You try to look for a shirt but he pats the space beside him.
You’ve never shared a bed before but you supposed it was time. You lay down rigid, and his arm finds itself wrapped around your torso. He buries his head on the crook of your neck and breathes in.
“Fuck,” he rasps. His hand moves from your torso to your hips. “I…I—“ He licks a bold stripe on your neck and you hate yourself for arching back. He bunches up your slip and it pools around your tummy. Your betrothed hissed and starts rubbing himself against your thigh.
His rubbing continues and he nips your earlobe.
“We’re not breaking rules right?” he rasps. He pulls away momentarily and takes out his cock, his red glistening and angry. “Fuck. Ah, it’s not inside so we’re not breaking rules,”
“No, we aren’t,” you heard yourself say.
He nods and rubs himself against your thigh. You lay down there, trying to ignore the arousal pools on your panties. His fingers were twitching to rip away your covering but he decides against it.
When he finishes, spurts of his cum cover your bare thighs.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “You’ve always been such a doll.”
He doesn’t think to wipe off the liquid. Instead, he reaches over his phone and takes a picture.
“A souvenir,” he says. “Good night. I love you,”
“I…” your voice falters as he bites on your shoulder. “I love you too.”
Sometimes you aren’t sure if you didn’t mean it.
-
You didn’t know what to feel about Suguru Geto. Unlike Satoru, his facial expressions were harder to read. You found yourself bending over backwards to do so.
One time, Satoru had brought you out of campus for some cake. You walk behind like you do but Suguru’s steps seemed calculated. You can feel him studying you, his purple eyes raking over your form.
“You’re Satoru’s betrothed,”
“I am.”
“Yet he doesn’t know anything about you.”
“He does.”
“He doesn’t even know what your favorite color is.”
“I don’t have any,”
He chuckles and you don’t know if it was menacing.
Satoru turns around at the chuckle and his eyebrows furrow lightly before pulling you closer to him.
“He’s not bothering you, is he?” he asks.
“No, he isn’t.”
That night though, Satoru teleports inside your room again and lays beside you.
“We need to get you a better slip. Not this white thing,” he says, playing with the strap. He lets it fall from your shoulder and she chuckles. “Oops.”
He pulls the slip down and reveals your breasts.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans softly. “You know, I was really hurt when I heard Suguru laugh while you talked. Why was he chuckling?”
Before you could open your mouth, though, his fingertip traces around your areola and watches your nipple harden.
“I deserve…” he swallows. “I deserve a sweet treat, don’t I? Because you hurt me. It doesn’t matter what you or he said…but I…I need a reward,”
He pinches your nipple and you hiss.
“You…you do,”
He smiles at that and lets his mouth softly lick the hardened nipple. The moan that strangles you sounds divine.
“I didn’t know you liked your tits taken care of like this. Mm,” His licks get bolder and his other hand plays with your other nipple. You try to deny the wetness pooling your panties, not while he was rutting his hips against the bed. He licks the other one now, biting and then sucking. Biting and sucking.
Not breaking the clan rules. That’s what you try to convince yourself anyway as you let your betrothed suck your nipples.
You swallow, reaching for the waistband of your panties and he pulls away, confused.
“I…I want—“
“Oh baby, fuck,” he drawls biting before letting his saliva coat your breasts. “Been…neglecting you,”
He leans away from you and tries to think.
“Ah, sit back,”
You nod and he sits right in front of you.
“Do you know how…how to touch yourself?”
You paused. That was taboo. You never tried it before, having maids watch you sleep.
“I didn’t know how either until I left the estate.” he confessed. “But it’s good. It feels so good,”
At that, he pushes down his boxers and his cock springs free. It was already leaking with white liquid. You watch him spread it around his tip.
“See what you do to me? Fuck I can’t wait for us to be married so we can just—hng—we can just—“ he pumps himself as he stares at your curious gaze. You were obviously worked up. “Put your panties aside. I wanna see,”
You pause but the way that he was looking seemed as if there was no other choice. Your legs spread apart and slowly, you push your panties to the side. He swore he could have come at the sight of your pretty pussy glistening for him.
“Wow,”
“Satoru, I—“
“Look for a small little nub using your fingers. Should make you feel so good and sensitive,”
“That’s unladylike and if the clan knew about this…”
“I’m more powerful than the clan. Surely, you’d be better off following the orders of your betrothed,” he says. “Unless…unless you don’t want to touch yourself and want me to do it for you,” He whimpers at the last word.
“I can…can do it,” you say, he doesn’t take note of the way your finger trembled, his eyes were just zeroed in onto your wet pussy. Your index finger finds the nub that he told you about.
“Shit, baby. Rub it for me,” and you do. You gasped at the feeling; so foreign but so good. “Shit, fuck—“ his movements went faster while you continue to curiously and slowly rub the bundle of nerves in circles. “Tell me how it feels,”
“It’s,” you swallowed. “It’s good. I like it,”
“Fuck,” he moans. Without so much of a warning white liquid spurts from his cock again, staining your bed sheets. He pulls his hand away and tries to catch his breath. You stopped too when he did. “Felt good didn’t it?”
“Yes, it did.” It did, physically, but the dread and guilt that washed over you as he slept beside you, not so much.
—
There were times when it was just the two of you. He was always surrounded by his friends and soon, his friends became your friends too. He didn’t like the students in your year, and said that they were too rowdy. It’s not like they made the effort to talk to you either. You tried to be friendly…but they always seem to avoid their gaze and you always find yourself in Satoru’s group.
You soon realized that just like back at the estate, he dominated the school.
That explains why.
He was so different in school and at the estate. Here, he was carefree. There was a mask of how ‘down to earth’ he was. At the estate, he was cold, calculating. Here, he was more openly affectionate. People outside Satoru’s group knew that you were his girlfriend. Sometimes you wished you were. Maybe everything would be so normal.
“Satoru, I want to visit the estate,”
He pauses . You were both in his dorm today. He was playing a game called “Digimon” while you studied techniques.
“Why?”
“Do you not miss it there?”
He pauses to think. “Hm, there’s no reason to go there. You’re here.”
“I left some of my belongings and I want to see how Mother’s doing,”
“She’s my mom,” he says, tossing away the controller. “Ugh, why must you be so difficult? Fine,”
“I’m sorry—“ you tried but in a moment, his arms were on either side of you.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he says, kissing the side of your head. “Otherwise…you’re just fucking annoying,”
“I love you too,” was your robotic reply. That was enough for him to kiss your temple again and go back to his Digimon game.
“I can’t wait until we get married.”
-
Satoru decided that the trip back home would be one spent with friends. His family’s cars took you home, you shared a car with him while his friends took the other one. The car ride was wordless, save for the humming that he’d let out as you massaged his scalp. When you arrive, your old maids line up to greet you. Satoru’s back straightened and his face took in the seriousness needed for the next clan head.
Servants take away your belongings and after greeting Satoru’s mother, you are ushered to your quarters where you are stripped of any remnants of the outside world, bathed, and then fit into a more beautiful silk kimono.
Satoru and his guests lounge around outside, Shoko’s cigarette hanging on her lips. You were then ushered to where they were and Suguru whistled much to Satoru’s ire.
“You look like a proper princess,” Shoko says. “Well, more now than in school.”
Servants serve you cleaner food.
“She does, doesn’t she? She’s been that way since we were children.” His arm slithers around your waist, trapping you beside him. His friends are used to it by now, casual displays of possession. Or affection. They know for sure that Satoru Gojo loves you. “I think my mother likes her more than she likes me. Doesn’t matter. She likes me more,”
The chatter soon erupts and you fade away again. You’d offer polite hums and they forget about you.
Until Suguru speaks.
“Can you turn the liquid blood into solid?”
The chatter dies down, Satoru’s chin finds its way to your shoulder.
“Like Kamo’s blood manipulation?” you asked.
“Yes,”
“I suppose so. I never thought of attempting it,” you replied. “And Yaga doesn’t want me to,”
“Stickler for rules,” his purple eyes try to peek inside you but you look away, looking at Shoko instead. Without much, Suguru tries to throw water at you but before it can land on you, you turn it into solid ice and flick it sideways. “I wonder what your curse technique’s limit is,”
When they left, Satoru waited for you in the bath. He was old and powerful enough to bribe the maids and he successfully did so. You didn’t know he was there, your bare body stepping in the bath.
“Why do you wish to hurt me?” he asks, his body was already submerged in the bath. The smell of jasmine fills your senses. “Come here,”
Your feet bring you to him and his blue eyes look up at you. He extends his hand and helps you settle in the bath.
“I’m all that you need aren’t I?” He pulls you towards him until your back was against his chest. “I’m all that you should need, mm—“ he whimpers. His tongue licks the curve of your neck and then kisses your shoulder.
“Satoru,”
His ministrations become more intese, his hand pinches your nipple and you hiss.
“I like it when you do that,” he chuckles. “You love it when I pay extra attention to your tits, don’t you? So vulgar,” His hand cups your hot cunt. Your back arches, pressing your mound closer. He tuts. Satoru's fingers spread apart your folds and his middle finger taps your clit.
“Satoru—“
“I've been wanting to know how this pussy feels around me since I saw it,” he rasps. “You’re going to have to forgive me, though. I don’t know how to do this but I watched Suguru do it to a girl that he met so I can do it to you,”
You nod, your head resting against his chest. Your betrothed taps your clit with his soft finger before rubbing.
“Guess what I’m trying to write,” he whispered. His long finger drags the letters “S” “A” “T” “O”. His touch gets more heated as he drags a letter on your hard clit.
“Please,” you whimper. He writes “R” and “U.” “Satoru,”
“Now, your pussy’s branded with my name.” He groans before letting the coil in your tummy snap from the amount of times he spelled his name.
-
You sometimes forget how…odd your arrangement is. Maybe abnormality turned into normalcy. You were well aware that other households don’t set their children up for marriage. You were sure that parents don’t purchase and arrange lodgings for the purposes of ‘training’ marriage.
It’s how you found yourself in your new home after graduating. A new home with your betrothed. Satoru still attended college in the same school. You, however, stopped schooling. His and your fathers decided that it would be best for you to stop academic education and pursue private education for leadership and estate management.
A maid and a driver stays with your at your new home and you were back to your more extravagant kimonos and beautiful pins.
You were supposed to sleep in separate rooms but Satoru had his hands wrapped around their necks, ready to snap. Now, an unused room remains. Only when your parents visit do you actually sleep in it.
Sometimes, you wished they visited more.
-
Today, he arrived in one of his moods again. You try to discern what he feels. Ah. He’s angry today.
“Welcome back,” you try to smile. He only grumbles as you take away his coat. “How was your day?”
“Terrible,” he says, turning to look at you, his eyes crazed. “You look so beautiful,” he tugs the strap of your slip down. He dismisses the help with a flick of his hand and you are alone now.
“Why?”
“Suguru said something about you,” he says. “I told you to stay away from him,”
“I rarely talk to him,” you replied. “Only when he talks to me when he’s here.”
“He has it out for you, baby,” he says. “He kept talking about your technique. What if we take it away and throw it so he would stop?” he chuckles darkly before kissing your cheek.
He doesn’t know the chill that runs on your spine as he said that.
“You know, remove his fascination with you. Right?”
A chuckle is the only thing you could come up with.
“Why would you need a curse technique anyway? I’m here. I’m strong. I can protect us,” he drones on and on. He breathes in your scent. “You finally smell like home. Not like school, not like anyone else.”
“How was your day?”
“The governess taught me how to handle monetary accounts,” you replied. “She says I’m capable at arithmetic,” You show him the worksheets on the coffee table and he scans through it, humming.
“What else?”
“Hm?” you asked, taking away the papers and putting it back on the table. “What else?”
“I missed you,” he says. “Just…thinking about you all day,”
“I missed…you too,”
It was almost automatic but he never seemed to mind. Except tonight. He scoffs instead.
“Do you, really?” he asked, facing you. His height towers over you. You forgot how his eyes see everything sometimes. You take a tentative step back but his hands settle on your waist before you could stop. “I give you…everything. I give you all of me,”
“Satoru—“
“No!” He shakes his head. “I’ve been so patient. I’ve been honest with you but you couldn’t even mean it when you tell me you love me. Why?” he asked, tightening his grip.
“I, I do love you,” you stammer. “I love you,”
He shakes his head and drags you to the bedroom. He sits you down and kneels in front of you.
“Then why don’t I feel it? Why do you…always look at me with the same blank stare? We grew up in the same estate but I…I don’t even know anything about you,” he looks at you through his wet lashes.
Your heart plummets and it beats so fast you were sure he could hear it. He doesn’t show it, though, his tears were soaking your skirt. His hands run over your legs and you shudder.
“I do love you,” you finally muster, your hand cradling his cheek. He looks up at you again. He was so beautiful when he cried. “I apologize if I’m unable to show it properly.”
His hands stop at the hem of your skirt and inches it higher.
“You can…you can show it to me now,” he whispered.
“S-Satoru?” you try but he couldn’t hear you.
“If you truly love me like you say you do…you can show it to me now,” he tries again. How could you say no to him? He was in his knees, begging you to show him what “love” is supposed to be like. He’s never taken anything from you. He only gave and gave and gave.
“How?” you asked.
“Don’t worry, we won’t break any rules,” he assures you before standing up. His dried tears stained his cheeks but he reached for you before you could wipe them away. “I just…you know how many times I got so jealous because Suguru could experience…things while I can’t? Don’t even want to look at other girls,” he murmurs. “But you love me right?”
“I do,” you heard yourself saying. He leans over to trap you on the bed. His eyes were blazing with greed and lust.
“Will you be okay giving me something? Not…not the other way around?” he whimpers. He doesn’t wait for an answer and instead fumbles with the zipper of his pants. “Fuck, don’t worry…I’ll guide you,”
You watched as he removed his pants and boxers completely. His tip was leaking with pre-cum. He wraps his hand around himself and hisses. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t look away.
“See? I won’t even…won’t hm—even kneel on the floor. You can just—sit on the bed and do the work,” he manages to say. “Open your mouth,”
“What?”
“Open, please,”
“Will that-how is it going to fit?” you asked.
“Don’t worry,” He grabs your chin more forcefully. “Open.”
Your lips part reluctantly, waiting.
He breathes in before his tip pushes past your lips and settles on your tongue.
“Fuck!” He groans. “Oh, fuck. You look so pretty like this,” He tries to savor the moment of his beloved with her mouth full of him. He pushes on further until he hears you gag. “Suck,”
Your mouth closes in on him and you start sucking slowly.
“Fuck, fuck,” he gasps. “Oh god. I’ve waited for this,” he says. “Waited for you to be like this,”
He lets your chin go and grips your hair. He couldn’t contain it and cums in your mouth without meaning to.
“S-swallow it,” he says. You oblige but he still doesn’t take himself out. “I wanna do it again. Will last better this time I promise,”
Your jaw was aching from the thickness of his girth. But you remain obedient, waiting for him to take it out. You look up at him, mouth full of him and you swore you felt himself get hard at the sight of you.
“Mmh–“ you tried but he starts moving his hips, thrusting himself in and out of your mouth.
“Much…much better,” The grip on your hair keeps you in place. “I’m gonna tell you what to do. Close your—haah—lips around me just like that. No teeth,”
His hips buck and you gag.
“Gotta train you more,” he chuckles. “Lick. Lick—agh,” His breath was hot and heavy. “Just like that. You can…you can switch between sucking and licking. Just no teeth,”
He feels you nod and he starts bucking he hips, fucking into your mouth. You gag and he hisses, moaning something about how your throat constricts when he nudges. His movements become sloppier. You swore you could kill him, make the blood in his vein solidify. But you didn’t.
He’d have your family killed.
When his cum pours into your throat, tears were running down your eyes. You didn’t know if it was the frustration or the continuous gagging. Maybe it was from the way your haw ached. But one thing’s for sure, you hated yourself for being his obedient betrothed.
He wraps his arm around you afterwards and continuously thanked you for being so good to him. Good to your Satoru.
—
When he was twenty five and you were twenty three, your parents finally decided that it was time for you to be married. It was all so sudden. One day, you were visiting the estate, looking at the garden that you used to frequent as a child. Satoru and his mother come, your betrothed almost slipping before catching himself.
“I have news!” he says, his eyes excited. “Our parents thought it best to have our wedding next month,”
“Wh-what?” You asked, turning away from the garden and to him. “Next month?”
“Yes! Isn’t that right, ma?”
“Yes. Satoru’s father and yours decided that there was no reason for delay,” she finally spoke. She was studying you again.
“Ah,” was your reply. You closed your eyes and muster a smile. “I’m glad it’s so soon, then,”
You didn’t know what the matter was. You were bound to each other from the moment you two were born. You saw each other grow and saw him be accepted by the outside world. He saw you go out and go back in. But the wedding—the wedding that was supposed to happen anyways…it claws against your ribcage.
“I know!” He exclaimed. “We’ll finally be together." Together. What does it even mean to be alone? The moment you marry, you’ll be pressured to have children and produce heirs. You’ll be forced to produce them until you birth a child with Matter Manipulation and the Six Eyes. Did you even want children? What was it that you wanted? You didn’t know.
“It will be beautiful,” his mother tells you.
“You’ll be the most beautiful bride. Everyone’s required to attend. It will be grand, perfect for us.” He added.
“Perfect for us,”
—
That night, his parents leave the estate to attend some ceremony in Kyoto. Just perfect. He teleports into your room without an announcement and sees you playing with the state of matter.
“Can you turn the bed into liquid?”
You gasped. He smiles when he sees you wearing the satin slip dress he bought you.
“I…I suppose so,” you said. “I can make it liquid but still like solid so it retains its shape,”
“Like jelly?”
“Yes.” You replied. “Do…do you want to see?”
He nods eagerly and sits beside you. He watches your hand lay flat on the bed and turn it into jelly.
“Is it edible?”
“No,” you replied. “I can only turn it into this state for a minute before it goes back to its original state.”
His arms snake around you, his chin tucked on your shoulder.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” he said. “It’s just going to be a formality anyway. We’ve been married our whole lives.” He nips at your jaw and the bed turns solid again. “Twenty three years I’ve known you and you’re all mine,”
He leans at the headboard and positions you on top of him.
“Satoru—“
“It’s just a formality,” he said, pushing your straps down until your tits were visible to him. He cups one of your breasts and kisses your sensitive nipple. “Besides, are we really breaking the rules if we’re getting married soon?” He flicks his tongue against it, leaning back to cup both tits with his hands. “All mine,”
“Satoru—“
“What?” he asked before kissing the other nipple. He pushes your slip further down until it pools around your waist. “You can’t say no. You won’t say it,”
“But the rules—“
“Formalities,” he replied before biting down on your nipple. “Besides, I can already feel how wet you’re getting. If you didn’t want to, your nipples wouldn’t be as hard as they are right now. Look, they’re begging to be played with,” he hums sucking.
He completely removes the satin from your skin, leaving you jn white panties. The fabric of his boxers did nothing to separate you either. It was thin and he was ready for you.
“But…but they’ll know,” you tried again. He had you laying on the bed now and you watched as he removed his garments. Your legs try to close but he stops, prying it open so he could station himself between. He plants his hands firmly on both your knees.
“Don’t worry. It’s just the start of the sounds they’ll be hearing soon.” He strokes himself a few times before spreading your folds. “God, I’ll never get over this fucking view,” His middle finger dips slightly inside you and your back arches. He spreads your cum all over your clit before sucking what remained on his finger.
“Please—“ What were you begging for? You didn’t know.
You were about to protest when he lines the tip of his cock against your hard clit, tapping it lightly before rubbing against you. He leans over then, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Shit,” he curses. You could feel the veins of his shaft rub against your clit while his balls hit your opening. “If I knew it felt this good, I would’ve done it long ago,”
“Satoru,” you let out. The feeling was too much.
“I know, baby. Gotta make sure you’re horny enough before I fuck you,” he said. “That was crude…making love is the more appropriate one, right? Or maybe I should just fill you up now…get you fucking pregnant,”
He thrusts between your folds more and groans.
“Can’t wait any longer…” He leans back and holds your puffy lips apart so he can watch his cock disappear inside you. Inch by inch. “I know you’re a virgin…but I’ve fucked you with my fingers too many times for it to hurt, right? Or do you want me to be gentle?”
You don’t answer.
“It won’t matter,” he shrugs. He lines his tip with your entrance and moans. He moved slightly, until his tip was inside your pussy. “Oh, oh, God—“
“Satoru, gentle, p-—“
He shoves himself inside completely, just as you were about to beg. Pain from his size rips through you and you gasp.
“Satoru!” You tried to plead. “You’re…you’re too bi—big,”
He lets your walls adjust to him, staying still as he did so.
“You’re so—so fucking tight,” he groans. “Does it hurt? Wanna make you feel so good,”
He uses his thumb to play with your clit and feels your pussy tighten around him.
“Milking me like that,” he manages to say. Your hand covers your mouth to stop yourself from uttering anything. “I’m gonna move now. Can’t wait any longer,” he says. Soon, he was thrusting in and out of your pussy, his head falling at the crook of your neck to muffle his moans. He didn’t let you adjust to his size but soon, pain turned into unwelcomed pleasure and you found your throbbing pussy closing in on him.
He bottoms out and repeats your name. He pulls away and watches his cum pour out of you. When he finally leans in for a kiss, you tell yourself that you wanted this. You convince yourself that you could’ve escaped if you wanted to. You could’ve stopped the circulation in his lungs but you didn’t. Because you wanted it.
Because you have to want it. A lot of people coveted your position anyway. Besides, who would you be without him?
That’s right. Nobody.
It’s the same thing you told yourself a month later at your wedding. You wanted it. You needed to want it.
Right?
AN: Hope you like my first attempt at a dark fic! Will probably not write further but I really enjoyed this challenge. Dont forget to tell me what you think in the comments /reblogs ! Thank you for reading :)
@elfqueen006 thank u for the reblog !! im glad the way i imagined the fic to feel like for readers was a success ! and thank you for posting it on a community as well <3
i wanted the reader to feel like this psychological cage while reading & i didn’t want it to be violent…just disturbing heheh
SYNOPSIS: You were fated to marry Gojo Satoru, who knew you belonged to him. You knew that too but some things don't feel certain.
content warning: yandere!gojo; clan misogyny; dubcon; manipulation; dark themes
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Not everyone could say that you got married before you were even born but you can. Before you were even an idea in your mother’s head, you already had a betrothed. Before you met your betrothed, your union was already planned. Gojo clan’s Six Eyes and Omiru clan’s Matter Manipulation…they wanted to have children that had both. It was normal, they said. Clans do it a lot to monopolize on cursed techniques.
You first met Satoru Gojo when you were six. He was two years older and immediately knew that you belonged to him. It’s why your mother made the arrangements for you to stay in the Gojo Estate, away from your clan’s smaller, more peaceful one. You were taken care of to be like a princess and Gojo like a prince. You’d wake up and maids would start to bustle and move around, ensuring that you were dressed in a silk kimono and your hair adorned with jewels.
When you were about eight you remembered that one of the lower family’s children trespassed into where you stayed. You always saw children outside but never interacted with them. Seeing one of them, Niko, his name was, made you curious. He was a child around your age and with him was a box of sakura mochi wrapped in furishiki.
“Do you want some?” he asks, unwrapping the furishiki as he sits cross-legged in front of you.
“I’m not so certain if I’m allowed to eat that,” you replied. He nods.
“You talk like an adult,” His hands take one sakura mochi and extend it to you. “Mother says you'd be our next queen. Like Satoru Gojo’s mother,” he says. You take the mochi from him and nod. Before you could take a bite of the mochi, though, Satoru’s hand swats it away. You look up startled, you’ve never seen him this worked up before.
“Do not eat that!” he shouts, his eyes wild. “It could be poisoned!” He shoves Niko and throws his sakura mochi.
Niko was ready to apologize before the maids come rushing in.
“You are only allowed to eat food that come from me or the maids!” Satoru shouts. “Remove him here! Remove him here!”
The maids try to calm him down. He was throwing a tantrum. The others console your body shaking from the sobs that emitted from your mouth. From then on, all your meals were eaten with Satoru Gojo. You never saw Niko again, not even during your wedding, when all the members of the clan were required to attend. You didn’t bother asking.
–
You remembered your relief when Satoru Gojo had to leave the estate to attend Jujutsu Tech, a school in Tokyo. When he left, you made sure to show him how devastated you were. You made a show of crying to him the night before. In your years in the estate you realized that you had a penchant for acting. You knew how to school your facial expressions to adapt to what he felt. You’d be lost of course, it will be two years before you could enter the same school he went to. Who were you without him anyway?
“It’s alright,” he says. “I’m only a call away and if you really needed me, I could just teleport and appear right beside you when you want to,” You nod at that. Over the years, he developed the skill of teleportation and he could bring you with him if he really wanted to.
“I know but we don’t have means to communicate with each other,” you remind him. You both did not have cellular phones.
His face constricts into something you can’t pinpoint–annoyance, maybe?
“I’ll see to it that father gets you one,” he replies. “But only with my details. Who else would you be calling anyway?” He laughs and it stirs something inside you. He’d be free from the estate but you won’t be. He’d have friends and you won’t have any. Still, you let out a quick chuckle to appease him.
When he left the next day, weight on your shoulders were lifted. Some of it.
Gojo’s mother watches the maids tend to you know. She’d reprimand them if your hair was out of place or if your kimono was wrinkled.
“Sad to see him leave, isn’t it?” she asked. She invited you to her quarters for tea. Now that you were older, she was putting in more the effort.
“It is, mother,” you replied. You haven’t seen your mom in weeks. How was she?
“He’s quite fond of you, you know,” she says, sipping on her tea. “My son, Satoru…he’s very…passionate and he has the tendency to make sure that what he loves are his and his alone,”
You nod.
“I don’t know if you remember that child, Niko? The sakura mochi incident,” she says as if it was nothing. It makes you flinch but you controlled yourself, his mother saw your pinky twitch though. “He begged his father to take Niko away.”
She presses on.
“And you know that Satoru will always get what he wants from his father,” she adds. “It’s why he loves his doting father more than his disciplining mom. He once said that he hoped you’d be nothing like me.”
You only nod.
“I know what you feel.”
–
Satoru visited on the weekends. The first time he came home, he was wearing his school uniform. He had brought over things from the outside world for you–things that girls your age were interested in. He told you about the first time he had fried chicken, so used to cleaner food.
“It tastes so good! Oh and everything was so crunchy,” he says.
“You didn’t feel sick?” you asked.
“No, no,” he replied. He touches the haneri of your kimono and adjusts it. He takes the hairpin out from your hair. “Your collar’s a bit higher. From now on, I want your hair down.”
“I’ll make sure to tell the maids.”
And so, your hair was down.
The more weeks that pass, the more Satoru loved the outside world. He let go of the kimonos that he usually wore and he’s starting to slouch. He even started wearing sunglasses to protect his eyes instead of the fabric that he used to wear all the time.
His visits came from weekly to twice a month. He never gave you the phone that he promised he would.
One particular night, you found yourself sick from training. Your trainer had pushed you to the limit and Satoru was notified. He appeared in your quarters not an hour later, his eyes watching your weak figure.
“I don’t know why but my eyes never seem to hurt when I’m looking at you,” he says. Your head was on his lap. “I like you more like this. Pliant and obedient. Not the usual. You’d be more stoic if you weren’t weak. Did you get sick on purpose so I’d come home? Because you missed me?” he asked, the fingers that threaded in your hair to soothe your scalp slowly tighten.
When you don’t answer, he tightens his hold once more.
“You know that I will never find someone else…someone that isn’t you,” he coos. “You missed me, didn’t you? Answer.”
“I did,” you manage to cough out. His fingers loosen at the roots of your hair. A part of you truly missed him. He was the only companion you’ve ever known. “I missed you, Satoru,”
“Don’t worry, I’ll stay until you get better.”
-
When it was your turn to enter Jujutsu Tech, Satoru’s mother gave you a hair pin. Twenty four karat gold. You didn’t know what it meant or what 24 karat meant.
“I hope you find courage,” she says, handing you the pin adorned with rare stones. It was wrapped in inconspicuous paper when she slipped it in your kimono. “I hope you continue to be strong. Thank you for listening to me all these years,”
“Thank you as well, mother.” She nods and she gives you a tight hug, tighter than she’d given Satoru. As you looked back when the car drove away, you swore you saw her shed some tears. The hairpin remains a secret, even now.
When you arrived at the school, Satoru was already waiting for you.
“There you are! What took you so long?” he asked, his arm landing on your shoulders. You tense, he’s never done this before. His cheerful tone masked his accusation as he observed the driver that took you there. “Surely there were no detours?” his grip on your shoulder tightens.
“None, sir.” The driver replied. “We were late because the miss’ belongings were not yet fully packed.”
“Ah,” his grip on your shoulder releases and he reverts back to his cheerful persona. “That can’t be helped,”
“Sorry,” was your weak offer but it was strong enough because he turns you away from the driver to face him.
“You’ll have so much fun here. Our rooms are not right next to each other because girl dorms and boy dorms are different but it’s pretty close. Closer than school and the estate for sure,”
He orders the driver and the maid you brought along to set up your dorm.
“Come on, I’ll show you around.”
—
He takes a spare key of your dorm room for security and he gives you his.
“There. Now that we’re away from the estate we’re more free to move around, no etiquette lessons and reprimand when our back slouches,” he says after he plops on your bed after the tour. The school was strangely empty today.
“Sit,”
You oblige and sit beside him on the bed.
“We’re free now,” he says, tucking a strand of your hair from your face. His fingers then fix your kimono. He’s always been obsessed with perfection.
“You’re going to love it here.”
-
Your uniform was a navy blue kimono and your hair pin was gold, like the gold buttons on everyone else’s. To assess your strength, Yaga, your teacher, told you to show him what you got.
Satoru and his friends whom he hasn’t introduced yet, watch from the bleachers. Soon your technique changes the state of matter.
As a test, Yaga throws one if his stuffed toys at you and you turn it into liquid, landing on the grass. He gives you a few more tests, like manipulation of said items mid-air. Your cursed energy manipulates it and the apple on the top of the head of one of his dolls, splits into even halves from the water that you turned into a knife. You realized turning matter into gas particles was harder. You wish you could learn more and be stronger. Unlike Satoru, though, you were forbidden from participating in missions.
One night, on your nineteenth birthday, he knocks. His eyes were glazed over and he seemed frantic.
“Can I sleep here?” Your fingers twitch before nodding, stepping aside.
“Are we not breaking any rules?”
“I can always teleport and leave no trace.” He walks to your bed and removes his layers until he was only in his boxers. He plops down and groans. You try to look for a shirt but he pats the space beside him.
You’ve never shared a bed before but you supposed it was time. You lay down rigid, and his arm finds itself wrapped around your torso. He buries his head on the crook of your neck and breathes in.
“Fuck,” he rasps. His hand moves from your torso to your hips. “I…I—“ He licks a bold stripe on your neck and you hate yourself for arching back. He bunches up your slip and it pools around your tummy. Your betrothed hissed and starts rubbing himself against your thigh.
His rubbing continues and he nips your earlobe.
“We’re not breaking rules right?” he rasps. He pulls away momentarily and takes out his cock, his red glistening and angry. “Fuck. Ah, it’s not inside so we’re not breaking rules,”
“No, we aren’t,” you heard yourself say.
He nods and rubs himself against your thigh. You lay down there, trying to ignore the arousal pools on your panties. His fingers were twitching to rip away your covering but he decides against it.
When he finishes, spurts of his cum cover your bare thighs.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “You’ve always been such a doll.”
He doesn’t think to wipe off the liquid. Instead, he reaches over his phone and takes a picture.
“A souvenir,” he says. “Good night. I love you,”
“I…” your voice falters as he bites on your shoulder. “I love you too.”
Sometimes you aren’t sure if you didn’t mean it.
-
You didn’t know what to feel about Suguru Geto. Unlike Satoru, his facial expressions were harder to read. You found yourself bending over backwards to do so.
One time, Satoru had brought you out of campus for some cake. You walk behind like you do but Suguru’s steps seemed calculated. You can feel him studying you, his purple eyes raking over your form.
“You’re Satoru’s betrothed,”
“I am.”
“Yet he doesn’t know anything about you.”
“He does.”
“He doesn’t even know what your favorite color is.”
“I don’t have any,”
He chuckles and you don’t know if it was menacing.
Satoru turns around at the chuckle and his eyebrows furrow lightly before pulling you closer to him.
“He’s not bothering you, is he?” he asks.
“No, he isn’t.”
That night though, Satoru teleports inside your room again and lays beside you.
“We need to get you a better slip. Not this white thing,” he says, playing with the strap. He lets it fall from your shoulder and she chuckles. “Oops.”
He pulls the slip down and reveals your breasts.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans softly. “You know, I was really hurt when I heard Suguru laugh while you talked. Why was he chuckling?”
Before you could open your mouth, though, his fingertip traces around your areola and watches your nipple harden.
“I deserve…” he swallows. “I deserve a sweet treat, don’t I? Because you hurt me. It doesn’t matter what you or he said…but I…I need a reward,”
He pinches your nipple and you hiss.
“You…you do,”
He smiles at that and lets his mouth softly lick the hardened nipple. The moan that strangles you sounds divine.
“I didn’t know you liked your tits taken care of like this. Mm,” His licks get bolder and his other hand plays with your other nipple. You try to deny the wetness pooling your panties, not while he was rutting his hips against the bed. He licks the other one now, biting and then sucking. Biting and sucking.
Not breaking the clan rules. That’s what you try to convince yourself anyway as you let your betrothed suck your nipples.
You swallow, reaching for the waistband of your panties and he pulls away, confused.
“I…I want—“
“Oh baby, fuck,” he drawls biting before letting his saliva coat your breasts. “Been…neglecting you,”
He leans away from you and tries to think.
“Ah, sit back,”
You nod and he sits right in front of you.
“Do you know how…how to touch yourself?”
You paused. That was taboo. You never tried it before, having maids watch you sleep.
“I didn’t know how either until I left the estate.” he confessed. “But it’s good. It feels so good,”
At that, he pushes down his boxers and his cock springs free. It was already leaking with white liquid. You watch him spread it around his tip.
“See what you do to me? Fuck I can’t wait for us to be married so we can just—hng—we can just—“ he pumps himself as he stares at your curious gaze. You were obviously worked up. “Put your panties aside. I wanna see,”
You pause but the way that he was looking seemed as if there was no other choice. Your legs spread apart and slowly, you push your panties to the side. He swore he could have come at the sight of your pretty pussy glistening for him.
“Wow,”
“Satoru, I—“
“Look for a small little nub using your fingers. Should make you feel so good and sensitive,”
“That’s unladylike and if the clan knew about this…”
“I’m more powerful than the clan. Surely, you’d be better off following the orders of your betrothed,” he says. “Unless…unless you don’t want to touch yourself and want me to do it for you,” He whimpers at the last word.
“I can…can do it,” you say, he doesn’t take note of the way your finger trembled, his eyes were just zeroed in onto your wet pussy. Your index finger finds the nub that he told you about.
“Shit, baby. Rub it for me,” and you do. You gasped at the feeling; so foreign but so good. “Shit, fuck—“ his movements went faster while you continue to curiously and slowly rub the bundle of nerves in circles. “Tell me how it feels,”
“It’s,” you swallowed. “It’s good. I like it,”
“Fuck,” he moans. Without so much of a warning white liquid spurts from his cock again, staining your bed sheets. He pulls his hand away and tries to catch his breath. You stopped too when he did. “Felt good didn’t it?”
“Yes, it did.” It did, physically, but the dread and guilt that washed over you as he slept beside you, not so much.
—
There were times when it was just the two of you. He was always surrounded by his friends and soon, his friends became your friends too. He didn’t like the students in your year, and said that they were too rowdy. It’s not like they made the effort to talk to you either. You tried to be friendly…but they always seem to avoid their gaze and you always find yourself in Satoru’s group.
You soon realized that just like back at the estate, he dominated the school.
That explains why.
He was so different in school and at the estate. Here, he was carefree. There was a mask of how ‘down to earth’ he was. At the estate, he was cold, calculating. Here, he was more openly affectionate. People outside Satoru’s group knew that you were his girlfriend. Sometimes you wished you were. Maybe everything would be so normal.
“Satoru, I want to visit the estate,”
He pauses . You were both in his dorm today. He was playing a game called “Digimon” while you studied techniques.
“Why?”
“Do you not miss it there?”
He pauses to think. “Hm, there’s no reason to go there. You’re here.”
“I left some of my belongings and I want to see how Mother’s doing,”
“She’s my mom,” he says, tossing away the controller. “Ugh, why must you be so difficult? Fine,”
“I’m sorry—“ you tried but in a moment, his arms were on either side of you.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he says, kissing the side of your head. “Otherwise…you’re just fucking annoying,”
“I love you too,” was your robotic reply. That was enough for him to kiss your temple again and go back to his Digimon game.
“I can’t wait until we get married.”
-
Satoru decided that the trip back home would be one spent with friends. His family’s cars took you home, you shared a car with him while his friends took the other one. The car ride was wordless, save for the humming that he’d let out as you massaged his scalp. When you arrive, your old maids line up to greet you. Satoru’s back straightened and his face took in the seriousness needed for the next clan head.
Servants take away your belongings and after greeting Satoru’s mother, you are ushered to your quarters where you are stripped of any remnants of the outside world, bathed, and then fit into a more beautiful silk kimono.
Satoru and his guests lounge around outside, Shoko’s cigarette hanging on her lips. You were then ushered to where they were and Suguru whistled much to Satoru’s ire.
“You look like a proper princess,” Shoko says. “Well, more now than in school.”
Servants serve you cleaner food.
“She does, doesn’t she? She’s been that way since we were children.” His arm slithers around your waist, trapping you beside him. His friends are used to it by now, casual displays of possession. Or affection. They know for sure that Satoru Gojo loves you. “I think my mother likes her more than she likes me. Doesn’t matter. She likes me more,”
The chatter soon erupts and you fade away again. You’d offer polite hums and they forget about you.
Until Suguru speaks.
“Can you turn the liquid blood into solid?”
The chatter dies down, Satoru’s chin finds its way to your shoulder.
“Like Kamo’s blood manipulation?” you asked.
“Yes,”
“I suppose so. I never thought of attempting it,” you replied. “And Yaga doesn’t want me to,”
“Stickler for rules,” his purple eyes try to peek inside you but you look away, looking at Shoko instead. Without much, Suguru tries to throw water at you but before it can land on you, you turn it into solid ice and flick it sideways. “I wonder what your curse technique’s limit is,”
When they left, Satoru waited for you in the bath. He was old and powerful enough to bribe the maids and he successfully did so. You didn’t know he was there, your bare body stepping in the bath.
“Why do you wish to hurt me?” he asks, his body was already submerged in the bath. The smell of jasmine fills your senses. “Come here,”
Your feet bring you to him and his blue eyes look up at you. He extends his hand and helps you settle in the bath.
“I’m all that you need aren’t I?” He pulls you towards him until your back was against his chest. “I’m all that you should need, mm—“ he whimpers. His tongue licks the curve of your neck and then kisses your shoulder.
“Satoru,”
His ministrations become more intese, his hand pinches your nipple and you hiss.
“I like it when you do that,” he chuckles. “You love it when I pay extra attention to your tits, don’t you? So vulgar,” His hand cups your hot cunt. Your back arches, pressing your mound closer. He tuts. Satoru's fingers spread apart your folds and his middle finger taps your clit.
“Satoru—“
“I've been wanting to know how this pussy feels around me since I saw it,” he rasps. “You’re going to have to forgive me, though. I don’t know how to do this but I watched Suguru do it to a girl that he met so I can do it to you,”
You nod, your head resting against his chest. Your betrothed taps your clit with his soft finger before rubbing.
“Guess what I’m trying to write,” he whispered. His long finger drags the letters “S” “A” “T” “O”. His touch gets more heated as he drags a letter on your hard clit.
“Please,” you whimper. He writes “R” and “U.” “Satoru,”
“Now, your pussy’s branded with my name.” He groans before letting the coil in your tummy snap from the amount of times he spelled his name.
-
You sometimes forget how…odd your arrangement is. Maybe abnormality turned into normalcy. You were well aware that other households don’t set their children up for marriage. You were sure that parents don’t purchase and arrange lodgings for the purposes of ‘training’ marriage.
It’s how you found yourself in your new home after graduating. A new home with your betrothed. Satoru still attended college in the same school. You, however, stopped schooling. His and your fathers decided that it would be best for you to stop academic education and pursue private education for leadership and estate management.
A maid and a driver stays with your at your new home and you were back to your more extravagant kimonos and beautiful pins.
You were supposed to sleep in separate rooms but Satoru had his hands wrapped around their necks, ready to snap. Now, an unused room remains. Only when your parents visit do you actually sleep in it.
Sometimes, you wished they visited more.
-
Today, he arrived in one of his moods again. You try to discern what he feels. Ah. He’s angry today.
“Welcome back,” you try to smile. He only grumbles as you take away his coat. “How was your day?”
“Terrible,” he says, turning to look at you, his eyes crazed. “You look so beautiful,” he tugs the strap of your slip down. He dismisses the help with a flick of his hand and you are alone now.
“Why?”
“Suguru said something about you,” he says. “I told you to stay away from him,”
“I rarely talk to him,” you replied. “Only when he talks to me when he’s here.”
“He has it out for you, baby,” he says. “He kept talking about your technique. What if we take it away and throw it so he would stop?” he chuckles darkly before kissing your cheek.
He doesn’t know the chill that runs on your spine as he said that.
“You know, remove his fascination with you. Right?”
A chuckle is the only thing you could come up with.
“Why would you need a curse technique anyway? I’m here. I’m strong. I can protect us,” he drones on and on. He breathes in your scent. “You finally smell like home. Not like school, not like anyone else.”
“How was your day?”
“The governess taught me how to handle monetary accounts,” you replied. “She says I’m capable at arithmetic,” You show him the worksheets on the coffee table and he scans through it, humming.
“What else?”
“Hm?” you asked, taking away the papers and putting it back on the table. “What else?”
“I missed you,” he says. “Just…thinking about you all day,”
“I missed…you too,”
It was almost automatic but he never seemed to mind. Except tonight. He scoffs instead.
“Do you, really?” he asked, facing you. His height towers over you. You forgot how his eyes see everything sometimes. You take a tentative step back but his hands settle on your waist before you could stop. “I give you…everything. I give you all of me,”
“Satoru—“
“No!” He shakes his head. “I’ve been so patient. I’ve been honest with you but you couldn’t even mean it when you tell me you love me. Why?” he asked, tightening his grip.
“I, I do love you,” you stammer. “I love you,”
He shakes his head and drags you to the bedroom. He sits you down and kneels in front of you.
“Then why don’t I feel it? Why do you…always look at me with the same blank stare? We grew up in the same estate but I…I don’t even know anything about you,” he looks at you through his wet lashes.
Your heart plummets and it beats so fast you were sure he could hear it. He doesn’t show it, though, his tears were soaking your skirt. His hands run over your legs and you shudder.
“I do love you,” you finally muster, your hand cradling his cheek. He looks up at you again. He was so beautiful when he cried. “I apologize if I’m unable to show it properly.”
His hands stop at the hem of your skirt and inches it higher.
“You can…you can show it to me now,” he whispered.
“S-Satoru?” you try but he couldn’t hear you.
“If you truly love me like you say you do…you can show it to me now,” he tries again. How could you say no to him? He was in his knees, begging you to show him what “love” is supposed to be like. He’s never taken anything from you. He only gave and gave and gave.
“How?” you asked.
“Don’t worry, we won’t break any rules,” he assures you before standing up. His dried tears stained his cheeks but he reached for you before you could wipe them away. “I just…you know how many times I got so jealous because Suguru could experience…things while I can’t? Don’t even want to look at other girls,” he murmurs. “But you love me right?”
“I do,” you heard yourself saying. He leans over to trap you on the bed. His eyes were blazing with greed and lust.
“Will you be okay giving me something? Not…not the other way around?” he whimpers. He doesn’t wait for an answer and instead fumbles with the zipper of his pants. “Fuck, don’t worry…I’ll guide you,”
You watched as he removed his pants and boxers completely. His tip was leaking with pre-cum. He wraps his hand around himself and hisses. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t look away.
“See? I won’t even…won’t hm—even kneel on the floor. You can just—sit on the bed and do the work,” he manages to say. “Open your mouth,”
“What?”
“Open, please,”
“Will that-how is it going to fit?” you asked.
“Don’t worry,” He grabs your chin more forcefully. “Open.”
Your lips part reluctantly, waiting.
He breathes in before his tip pushes past your lips and settles on your tongue.
“Fuck!” He groans. “Oh, fuck. You look so pretty like this,” He tries to savor the moment of his beloved with her mouth full of him. He pushes on further until he hears you gag. “Suck,”
Your mouth closes in on him and you start sucking slowly.
“Fuck, fuck,” he gasps. “Oh god. I’ve waited for this,” he says. “Waited for you to be like this,”
He lets your chin go and grips your hair. He couldn’t contain it and cums in your mouth without meaning to.
“S-swallow it,” he says. You oblige but he still doesn’t take himself out. “I wanna do it again. Will last better this time I promise,”
Your jaw was aching from the thickness of his girth. But you remain obedient, waiting for him to take it out. You look up at him, mouth full of him and you swore you felt himself get hard at the sight of you.
“Mmh–“ you tried but he starts moving his hips, thrusting himself in and out of your mouth.
“Much…much better,” The grip on your hair keeps you in place. “I’m gonna tell you what to do. Close your—haah—lips around me just like that. No teeth,”
His hips buck and you gag.
“Gotta train you more,” he chuckles. “Lick. Lick—agh,” His breath was hot and heavy. “Just like that. You can…you can switch between sucking and licking. Just no teeth,”
He feels you nod and he starts bucking he hips, fucking into your mouth. You gag and he hisses, moaning something about how your throat constricts when he nudges. His movements become sloppier. You swore you could kill him, make the blood in his vein solidify. But you didn’t.
He’d have your family killed.
When his cum pours into your throat, tears were running down your eyes. You didn’t know if it was the frustration or the continuous gagging. Maybe it was from the way your haw ached. But one thing’s for sure, you hated yourself for being his obedient betrothed.
He wraps his arm around you afterwards and continuously thanked you for being so good to him. Good to your Satoru.
—
When he was twenty five and you were twenty three, your parents finally decided that it was time for you to be married. It was all so sudden. One day, you were visiting the estate, looking at the garden that you used to frequent as a child. Satoru and his mother come, your betrothed almost slipping before catching himself.
“I have news!” he says, his eyes excited. “Our parents thought it best to have our wedding next month,”
“Wh-what?” You asked, turning away from the garden and to him. “Next month?”
“Yes! Isn’t that right, ma?”
“Yes. Satoru’s father and yours decided that there was no reason for delay,” she finally spoke. She was studying you again.
“Ah,” was your reply. You closed your eyes and muster a smile. “I’m glad it’s so soon, then,”
You didn’t know what the matter was. You were bound to each other from the moment you two were born. You saw each other grow and saw him be accepted by the outside world. He saw you go out and go back in. But the wedding—the wedding that was supposed to happen anyways…it claws against your ribcage.
“I know!” He exclaimed. “We’ll finally be together." Together. What does it even mean to be alone? The moment you marry, you’ll be pressured to have children and produce heirs. You’ll be forced to produce them until you birth a child with Matter Manipulation and the Six Eyes. Did you even want children? What was it that you wanted? You didn’t know.
“It will be beautiful,” his mother tells you.
“You’ll be the most beautiful bride. Everyone’s required to attend. It will be grand, perfect for us.” He added.
“Perfect for us,”
—
That night, his parents leave the estate to attend some ceremony in Kyoto. Just perfect. He teleports into your room without an announcement and sees you playing with the state of matter.
“Can you turn the bed into liquid?”
You gasped. He smiles when he sees you wearing the satin slip dress he bought you.
“I…I suppose so,” you said. “I can make it liquid but still like solid so it retains its shape,”
“Like jelly?”
“Yes.” You replied. “Do…do you want to see?”
He nods eagerly and sits beside you. He watches your hand lay flat on the bed and turn it into jelly.
“Is it edible?”
“No,” you replied. “I can only turn it into this state for a minute before it goes back to its original state.”
His arms snake around you, his chin tucked on your shoulder.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” he said. “It’s just going to be a formality anyway. We’ve been married our whole lives.” He nips at your jaw and the bed turns solid again. “Twenty three years I’ve known you and you’re all mine,”
He leans at the headboard and positions you on top of him.
“Satoru—“
“It’s just a formality,” he said, pushing your straps down until your tits were visible to him. He cups one of your breasts and kisses your sensitive nipple. “Besides, are we really breaking the rules if we’re getting married soon?” He flicks his tongue against it, leaning back to cup both tits with his hands. “All mine,”
“Satoru—“
“What?” he asked before kissing the other nipple. He pushes your slip further down until it pools around your waist. “You can’t say no. You won’t say it,”
“But the rules—“
“Formalities,” he replied before biting down on your nipple. “Besides, I can already feel how wet you’re getting. If you didn’t want to, your nipples wouldn’t be as hard as they are right now. Look, they’re begging to be played with,” he hums sucking.
He completely removes the satin from your skin, leaving you jn white panties. The fabric of his boxers did nothing to separate you either. It was thin and he was ready for you.
“But…but they’ll know,” you tried again. He had you laying on the bed now and you watched as he removed his garments. Your legs try to close but he stops, prying it open so he could station himself between. He plants his hands firmly on both your knees.
“Don’t worry. It’s just the start of the sounds they’ll be hearing soon.” He strokes himself a few times before spreading your folds. “God, I’ll never get over this fucking view,” His middle finger dips slightly inside you and your back arches. He spreads your cum all over your clit before sucking what remained on his finger.
“Please—“ What were you begging for? You didn’t know.
You were about to protest when he lines the tip of his cock against your hard clit, tapping it lightly before rubbing against you. He leans over then, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Shit,” he curses. You could feel the veins of his shaft rub against your clit while his balls hit your opening. “If I knew it felt this good, I would’ve done it long ago,”
“Satoru,” you let out. The feeling was too much.
“I know, baby. Gotta make sure you’re horny enough before I fuck you,” he said. “That was crude…making love is the more appropriate one, right? Or maybe I should just fill you up now…get you fucking pregnant,”
He thrusts between your folds more and groans.
“Can’t wait any longer…” He leans back and holds your puffy lips apart so he can watch his cock disappear inside you. Inch by inch. “I know you’re a virgin…but I’ve fucked you with my fingers too many times for it to hurt, right? Or do you want me to be gentle?”
You don’t answer.
“It won’t matter,” he shrugs. He lines his tip with your entrance and moans. He moved slightly, until his tip was inside your pussy. “Oh, oh, God—“
“Satoru, gentle, p-—“
He shoves himself inside completely, just as you were about to beg. Pain from his size rips through you and you gasp.
“Satoru!” You tried to plead. “You’re…you’re too bi—big,”
He lets your walls adjust to him, staying still as he did so.
“You’re so—so fucking tight,” he groans. “Does it hurt? Wanna make you feel so good,”
He uses his thumb to play with your clit and feels your pussy tighten around him.
“Milking me like that,” he manages to say. Your hand covers your mouth to stop yourself from uttering anything. “I’m gonna move now. Can’t wait any longer,” he says. Soon, he was thrusting in and out of your pussy, his head falling at the crook of your neck to muffle his moans. He didn’t let you adjust to his size but soon, pain turned into unwelcomed pleasure and you found your throbbing pussy closing in on him.
He bottoms out and repeats your name. He pulls away and watches his cum pour out of you. When he finally leans in for a kiss, you tell yourself that you wanted this. You convince yourself that you could’ve escaped if you wanted to. You could’ve stopped the circulation in his lungs but you didn’t. Because you wanted it.
Because you have to want it. A lot of people coveted your position anyway. Besides, who would you be without him?
That’s right. Nobody.
It’s the same thing you told yourself a month later at your wedding. You wanted it. You needed to want it.
Right?
AN: Hope you like my first attempt at a dark fic! Will probably not write further but I really enjoyed this challenge. Dont forget to tell me what you think in the comments /reblogs ! Thank you for reading :)
SYNOPSIS: You always knew Tommy as the cheerful boy who took care of you. He always knew you as the smart girl that he visited by the docks. The daughter of a prostitute, the son of a deadbeat father; a soldier who protected his country; a whore who protected him; a gangster who controlled Brimingham; and now, a wife. War changes people, you just didn't realize that war could change you both. (angst, abuse, canon-typical themes, death, war, MDNI, mature themes)
AN: Don’t look at the comments / reblogs if you don’t want spoilers!! But please discuss what you think once you’re done reading 🤍
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“So fucking close…” he whispers to himself, inhaling. He turns around and looks up, maybe he could conjure you right now. One last time before he died. “Oh and there’s a woman…a woman who I love and I got close. Nearly got fucking everything!” he shouts. “Oh, what the fuck. Get it done, boys,” he tells them. He kneels before the man.
“In the bleak midwinter…” Tommy says to himself, voice raspy and tired. “In the bleak midwinter…” he whispers to himself, his body shaking. He didn’t know where he was. He just knew that he was going to get killed today. The hole on the ground is where he’ll be buried and he never got the chance to be with you. “In the bleak…in—“
He couldn’t die today. Dread fills his body. You were still at the tracks with Simon. This wasn’t a part of the plan. He was supposed to kill Simon. He was supposed to have fun while doing it while you sat, unaware with Alfie Solomons in the private room. Sweat trickles on his face, and he closes his eyes. The blood on his forehead had dried up and his heart was beating wildly in his chest. He couldn’t believe that the last thing he ever did on this fucking ground was smoke a cigarette. So close. So close…so fucking close.
The sound of a gun going off echoes in the vast field and he finds himself inside the hole. He stays there, appalled.
“Get out of the grave, tinker! Be on your fucking way!”
He stumbles out, unbalanced. Shock was still inside his body. He trips and lands on his face, his palms on the wet ground and he screams. So fucking close. He shakes his head, standing up and sobbing as he did so, on the way home…on the way to you.
He pours himself a glass of Irish whisky. He’s got some ideas for the future of the company…and also, he’s planning on getting something.
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron…
BIRMINGHAM, 1922
Tommy couldn’t believe his fucking luck. How many times does he have to wait for things to finally fucking settle? How many more years should he wait for you? He didn’t mind—how could he ever mind when it came to you?
He couldn’t forget the relief that washed over him when Alfie called him to say that the job’s been done. He was supposed to get the locket in his office and go to the tracks but Alfie stopped him.
“Y/N killed Simon Coventry,” Alfie said. “Shot him dead like…mush, bone, mush. Saw her checking for his heartbeat after. I told her not to cry over spilled milk,” he snickers. “Do you get it, mate? Spilled milk?”
He tells Tommy about how shaken you were after the police investigation…how you kept it to yourself until the last officer went out. You were wailing and stuttering ‘he’s dead’ over and over. Alfie told him that he will get one of his men to send the gun to his office for safekeeping. Tommy knew that he should give you some time but he couldn’t wait anymore. He knew that you sold your London mansion and lived in Birmingham now. He knew that you bought the mansion with the garden; the one where you both used to frequent in as kids. He knew that all because he had some of the Blinders guard the property from afar. He knew that all because he passed by the house to get a glimpse of you but the house was quiet, eerie, and lacked life. Polly nor Ada couldn’t get in yet. It all happened too much…too fast…in a span of years, to have Simon dead at the sound of a gun was shocking.
It’s been a year and he couldn’t believe he waited that long to come visit you when he knows you the most. He shakes with anticipation everyday. He was looking forward to seeing you last year, to finally telling you all about his love for you. Maybe it was him who needed you more because you made your own world without him, but he couldn’t give a fuck anymore. You’ve both been apart for what felt like decades and he will burn the world if he’s apart from you for a day more.
It was raining and he drove to your house in his black car. The mansion with a garden. How foolish you both were when you dreamed those dreams. Life was never that easy. Blood was shed, lives were taken for his ambition. It didn’t matter right now. Not in this second. The rain just gets stronger. He forgot his umbrella but it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered right now. He could see your figure from the back of the house looking through the French windows of your new home. Funny, you both got what you wanted. He got the Arrow House and you had this manor but they were both so fucking lifeless. He imagined a different house. He imagined a house with kids, with you during the war. He was looking at you and frowned when he saw you leave. Should he knock at the door? Should he just go back? Did you even want to see him?
Drops of rain wet his coat and he removed his Peaky hat, tossing it away to fix his hair. He should’ve gotten an umbrella. His shoes slosh with every step and the chill eats away his bones but he will be warm soon.
Thunder wakes the Birmingham sky and he sees you…a few metres away from him in your dress.
“Tommy!” you called, an umbrella in your hand. You rushed towards him to give him shelter from the rain. The mud from the grass made your bare feet wet but you didn’t care. Tommy was here…he was finally here. He meets you halfway, underneath your black umbrella. He smiles, chest against yours.
“We can’t fit,” he chuckled, a glimmer of the youth that you used to see in his eyes appearing. “Y/N,”
“Tommy,” you replied, a bashful smile on your face. “Let’s go inside,” you tell him but he holds your arm to keep you from leaving. “Tom?”
“I’m sorry,” he says, his hand coming up to touch your face but he wasn’t sure. Was it alright to touch you now? “I—I,” he tries to think of words to say, every single emotion getting trapped in his throat. He coughs, shaking his head. “I miss you,”
A single tear trails down your cheek and you wipe it away.
“Looks like the world is finally quiet,” you replied, smiling at him. “I’ve missed you too, Tom,” you chuckled, laying your head on his chest. “I’ve missed you so, so, so much,”
He nods, wrapping his arms around you. You look at him again, a small smile on your face.
“Did you know that…that—“ he coughs. Fuck.
“Tommy?”
“I’ve always thought of ways to tell you this back in the war and I just—I guess the delays and everything and fuck, love. I’ve loved you since we played with your toy horses outside the brothel,” he breathes out. “And I’m sorry, so, so fucking sorry that it took me so long to tell you. That you had to go through all that because you thought that I didn’t love you when I did. I’ve loved you since then and I still love you now. I love you and I just hope that I’m not too late because God, Y/N. You were the one who saved me..who protected me all these years and I can’t lose you again,” he tells you, his hands cradling your face. “I thought…I thought I was going to die when Sabini’s men took me, Y/N and all I could think of was you. How were you? Were you free? You were the only one in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so, so much,” he adds tenderly, his forehead against yours. You were smiling at him, tears streaming down your face. Tommy loves you. Tommy loves you.
“I love you too, Tommy,” you whispered. “I’ve loved you all this time. I can’t believe we’re finally here,” you smiled at him. Tommy throws away the umbrella in your hand. He takes your chin with his fingers gently. Tommy could feel his heart beat faster and faster. He knew that if he'd kiss you now, he’d dream of your beautiful face and soft lips forever. With bated breath, he takes in your expressions, trying to look for any signs of doubt but he couldn’t see it. Is this how it’s like to kiss the face of an angel? He licks his lips and then…and then, he kisses you. He was reborn. His reincarnation was complete. Earthly lifetimes before this had nothing on the life that he will build with you. He loves you. You love him. Tommy kisses you with years of passion and tenderness in his heart. The crease on his brows melts away and your whimpering sounded like God whispering to his ear. Nevermind the rain, nevermind everything. You were here and so was he.
-
Tommy’s been staying over at your house ever since you professed your love for each other. He’d leave in the morning to attend to some business and then come back in the afternoon, shedding layers of today’s work into your arms.
“How are you so beautiful?” he asks in hushed tones. His finger trails down your cheek gently. “I love you,”
“Tommy,” you chuckled. “You’ve been showering me with praise.”
“I’ve been waiting all my life to say these things to you, love. I’ll make up for those lost years everyday.”
“I love you, Tommy,” you told him, rising from your position to kiss his cheek. “I don’t think I can love anyone else as much as I love you,”
“Pol knows about us,” he whispers. “I think John and Arthur are wondering where I’m always off to because they never see me home,”
“Nothing escapes past her,” you told him. “I miss her…I still can’t believe she intercepted those letters. I don’t know…I can’t hold a grudge against her but I can’t…”
“It’s alright. I understand,” he replied. “Took me a while to get over it too because…because if she didn’t, we’d have all of this earlier,”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you loved me before?”
“I wanted to tell you before I left but I can’t make you wait for me that long. I knew I was coming back to you but what if I couldn’t?” he asked. He holds your body closer to him. The hushed tones that you spoke in made the bedroom so homey, comfortable, and nice. His chin falls on the top of your head. “Why didn’t you tell me that you loved me?”
“I didn’t want you to love me,” you told him. “I was a prostitute, Tom and I…I don’t want to love you when I can’t give you all of me,” you whispered.
“It wouldn’t have mattered. I would have done something to make sure that you wouldn’t have to do any of that.” he said. He takes your fingers into his, weaving his with yours.
-
“Are you off to see Y/N again?” Polly asked, sipping on her tea while she watched her nephew fix his coat. Tommy patted himself down, making sure that everything was in place.
“Of course, Pol,” he smiles. “Off to see my woman,”
“Can…can you tell her that she’s invited for Sunday’s dinner?” Polly asked, wiping her worries away by rubbing her hands. “I’ve missed her. The family misses her,”
“I’ll try to,” Tommy replied. “But don’t expect anything, Pol,”
“Of course,” she replied. Her lips pursed together. “I wanted to tell her about…how sorry I am for the things I’ve done. It should have been your decision to stay in touch and not mine, no matter how much I justify it. I—I feel as though it was my fault for putting her through all of that, Tom,”
“Thank you, Pol,” Tommy nodded.
“What has she been up to these days?” she asked.
“Fixing her estate and her properties,” he replied. “She’s been mostly cooped inside the house,” Polly only nods to herself, unsure of what to say. Tommy leaves with a click of his tongue.
When he arrived at your house, you were in your office, sorting through some of the documents Simon left you. You look up at him from where you were sitting with a smile and he takes that as a sign to come closer. He kisses your shoulder lightly before reading over the documents.
“You want to rest?” he asked, voice husky. He puts his hands on your shoulders and massages you gently.
“Thanks, Tommy,”
“Polly’s inviting you to come to Sunday’s dinner,” he says. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to nor do you have to answer now. Ada’s gonna be there along with Karl. John and the kids…Arthur and Finn. Pol and then, me,”
Tommy kisses the top of your head, watching you sort through the papers.
“Can I…can I think about it?” you asked him. You could see how important it is to him but you couldn’t agree just because he’s Tommy. It didn’t work that way anymore. He hums, satisfied with your reply before sitting on the chair adjacent to the table.
“Anything I can do to help?” he asked.
“Just…some of his unsettled accounts,” you sighed. “I want them paid to avoid issues,” you told him. He takes a document and reads it over. Oh. “I want to start a foundation for children or at least, fund an orphanage and a school,”
“Do it,” he tells you. “Simon has left a considerable amount of properties to last generations.”
“What time should I go to Arrow House for Sunday’s dinner?” you asked. Tommy halts and looks at you with a grateful smile.
“I’ll come get you,” he says, kissing your cheek. “Thank you. I know it’s not easy,” he tells you. You only nod, if Tommy can look at you like that again, then a thousand awkward dinners don’t mean a thing.
-
Sunday comes and you stand at the door of Arrow House with his hand on your back. He could see you fumble nervously. You almost looked shy. An amused smile graces his face. Why would you be so shy when you’ve told John off multiple times? You helped raise Finn. Ada basically considers you as a sister. You were the only person that Arthur respects. Polly thinks of you as her daughter.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his raspy voice coating you like honey. You nod and he chuckles, opening the door to his mansion.
The Shelbys were everywhere. Ada was running after Karl and John’s kids. Arthur was laughing at something that John probably said. Polly was nowhere to be found, probably fussing in the kitchen.
“See? It’s like you never left,” he comforts you. He knows better than to have the attention all on you so he tries to slip past everyone without being noticed. Still, your arrival was much awaited and soon enough, you were engulfed in strong arms.
“Y/N!” John greets, hugging you tighter. “Oh, everyone! Y/N’s here!” he announces and you chuckle.
“John…” Tommy warns but before his little brother can let you go, Arthur slings an arm around your shoulder.
“How are you, dove?” he asked.
“I’ve been well,” you replied. Ada comes next, shooing her brothers away to have you all to herself.
“Y/N. It’s been so long since we last saw each other. You loom as radiant as ever! I hope my idiot brother’s treating you well, hm?” she asked, pointedly looking at an amused Tommy who was leaning by the fireplace. “Seriously, how are you? Are you doing well?” she asks in a more serious tone.
“I am,” you replied. “Sorry it took me a year to recover,” you replied.
“We understand, Y/N. We could’ve waited longer but Tommy here couldn’t. He was so fidgety!” she chuckled. “Basically pissed on everyone for a whole year! He almost got in a brawl with Arthur. That’s how miserable Tommy was but then again, you’ve never really seen Tommy being aggressive,”
“I haven’t,” you replied. Honestly, you were so glad that Tommy kept his gang and violence from you. You’ve never seen him land a punch even though you knew that he slept beside a gun.
“Thank you for coming, though,” Ada says. “We all missed you and we wanted to come visit you but Tommy warned us to give you time and space until you’re ready after what happened,”
“You know that I’m always happy to be here. Everything was just too much at so little time, Ada,” you replied. “I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like I didn’t want you to be with me when I moved back here. I needed room to grow and heal,”
“You don’t have to apologise, Y/N. In any case, I actually feel quite guilty for the things that I allowed myself to put you through. All of us played a part in your marriage with Simon Coventry. I just…if you’re being forced or if there’s an inkling that you don’t want to be with Tommy—“
“Ada!” you laughed lightly. It puts a smile on her face. How long has it been since you laughed like that? “I’m alright. I love Tommy and I love your family. There’s not a day that I don’t want to see him. I’m always looking forward to his visits and when he can't, I still do the same anyway.” you told her.
“That’s great,” she smiled. “I’m happy for you, Y/N. Tommy’s really lucky,”
You were so engrossed with your conversation with Ada that you didn’t see Polly approaching. It was Ada who called Polly over. Tension settles on your spine; creeping up like ice. Your throat dries and Ada coughs.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” she says, smiling at you encouragingly before leaving. Polly walks towards you cautiously, scared that she’ll scare you. You smile at her tightly, your cheeks hurting from the control.
“I…” you sighed, looking away. “I know that you want what is best for me but you didn’t have to intercept the letters,” you started. “I know that we didn’t know when Tommy’s coming back…or if he’s coming back and you wanted me to take the opportunity to–”
“Y/N,” she stops you, a soft hand on your crossed arms. “You don’t have to defend me. I’m so sorry for what happened and for what I did. I had no right to do what I did. If it wasn’t for me, you’d be happy…you’d–” she chokes. “I’m so sorry, my love,” she whispers, a stray tear on her face. She tries to shake it off. “I’m really sorry. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me someday,”
“But I forgive you, Pol,” you told her. “It was hard to do so and it’s harder to repair what we lost but you can’t blame yourself for the things that Simon did. We both didn’t know,” you told her. “Thank you for apologising and…thank you for always looking out for me,”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so, so sorry,” she cried. She could feel her throat tighten and her eyes glisten. You smiled at her. Maybe this was what you needed to finally close that part in your life.
The afternoon was filled with reunions and with warmth. A regular weekend at the Shelby’s, just like when you and Tommy were younger. Oh how you’ve missed them–how you’ve missed having a family.
-
The night was quiet at the Arrow House. Everybody left at the sight of nightfall, dimming laughter filling the halls. You and Tommy were at the drawing room in the second storey of his mansion, looking at the cars that left one by one. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, his chin on the crook of your neck. He breathes in and kisses what he could kiss.
“You alright?” he asked, pulling you closer.
“Very,” you told him. “Made me realise how much I missed having your family around…I miss having a family,”
“You are a part of us, you know that, right?” he asked.
“I know,” you replied, laying closer to him.
“You can be a part of us. A real Shelby,” he whispers. “Y/N, look at me,” he asks of you, removing his hands gently and turning your around.
“Tommy?”
“Did you know Polly told me that only love can blind a man as powerful as me?” he asked. “I realised that wasn’t the case. It was you all along, love. My love for you is secondary. You’re the one who makes me weak, who makes me blind. I love you so much. I’ll burn the world if it means that you’re safe, you’re with me, and you’re happy. Y/N, do you want to be a Shelby?” he asked. He pulls out a ring from his bolster shakily. You’ve never seen him nervous. “I’ve held onto this for so long. This was the first thing I bought when I came back from war,” he says. The gold ring with a single diamond glimmers. “I thought of getting you something else…a bigger diamond, maybe but material things don’t matter to me anymore. The only thing I can promise is my love, my loyalty. I am the only thing I can promise you. I’m quite scared because if you’ll marry me, you’ll marry a man and you will marry a curse. I can’t…I can’t go on like this anymore. I can’t go on without you anymore. It’s selfish, I know but will you marry me, Y/N?” he asked. You stood there, dumbfounded.
“Tommy–of course, I’ll marry you,” you replied, tears streaming down your face. “I’ve loved you for so long,” you chuckled, extending your hand towards his equally shaky ones. He puts the ring on your ring finger. It has always belonged to you. “I’ll marry you right now. Oh, Tom,” you cried, kissing him feverishly. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. Is this life even real?
“Let’s go to my bedroom,” he rasps and you nod. He holds your hand with his gentle ones and sits you on the bed. He smiles at you in the dimming light of his bedroom. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. He was afraid to see you disappear if he was too loud. “So beautiful for me,” he says, tucking a stray hair and kissing the spot under your ear. You hum, fishing for the buttons of his shirt and he chuckles, forcefully removing it from himself.
“Tom,” you whispered, unbuttoning your dress. He nods, leaning on the headboard and letting you straddle him. The softness of your skin against his was sending him over the edge but he chooses to control himself. He lets your dress and brassiere fall on your shoulders, your breasts bare to him. He angles himself, taking a nipple in his mouth and licking it softly. You whimpered, the feeling of his mouth on one of the most sensitive parts of your body was something that you never thought was going to happen.
“Is it alright if I bite?” he asked and you nodded. “Say it. Come on, love,”
“Do whatever you want to me, Tommy,” you mewled, hands massaging your silky breasts while he sucks on your nipple.
“Fuck, love,” He groans at your response, bucking his hips unexpectedly. “The things you do to a man, Y/N. The things you do to me,” his hands travel on your sides, goosebumps appearing from the softness of his touch. Tommy cups your heat through your underwear. “Remove your dress for me,”
You nod, the cold hitting you all at once when you raised yourself from him. He watches the fabric flow so softly until you are left with nothing but your underwear.
“Remove that too,” he says, and you nodded. “You’re so obedient, Y/N,” he praises. “May I?” he asked and you nodded, a thick finger dipping in your wetness. You both moaned at the contact before he removed it slowly. You watched as he brought his finger up to his mouth, making a show of licking you off of him. “You’re so sweet,”
“Tommy,” you whimpered. “Don’t tease me,”
“Alright, alright,” he replied. You remove yourself from him, laying down on the bed with your legs spread wide. He can see your pussy glisten and he curses himself, removing his pants hastily before joining you. “Spit,” he orders you, his hand waiting expectedly by your mouth. You obliged and watched him jerk himself off. “Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he says.
“Tommy–”
“Please,” he begs. “I’ll do it. I’ll fucking do it,”
“I want you to make love to me, Tommy,” you whimpered. “Please show me how much you love me,”
“Oh, love,” he groans. Tommy comes towards you, so close, so warm. His hands found your knees and he caressed your knees. “You're so beautiful, darling,”
“Tom,” you mewled. His prying fingers found your heat. He cups your mound and then parts your folds, rubbing them up and down. He smiles at you, leaning over your figure until his nose brushes yours.
“Hey,” he tells you. He watches you closely and he wonders why he never had the courage to tell you how much he loved you earlier. The curve of your lips, the lashes on your eyes…he wanted to memorise every part of you and commemorate it. He leans down, his mouth on your mouth, kissing you so slowly. This is love, you thought. Tommy nudges your legs wider apart, his tip pressing into your wetness. “Fuck, love,” he rasps, rutting into your more roughly.
“I need you inside me, Tom,” you breathed. He nods, aligning himself on your wet slit. He feels the anticipation run through his veins. He never would have even dreamed of this. In a slow stroke, Tommy’s cock finds its way inside easily; years of longing, passion, and pent-up emotions seeping through your pores.
“You’re, ugh—“ he groans. Fuck. “Don’t fucking move yet. I’ll—“
“Tom—“ you mewled, grinding on his pelvis in circles. You felt full; you felt complete.
“Love, please,” he begs. “Let me…let me savour this. Want this to last,” He feels your body relax and he sighs. Really, if he decided to move now, he’s only going to embarrass himself. He curses to himself, ashamed that he had to pull himself back a little bit. “I’m going to move, yeah?” he asked and you could only nod. Tommy leans his figure over yours, his lips landing on your nipple. He licks on it lightly as he adjusts himself. He pulls out slowly, before going back in slowly.
You both moan in unison. Tommy continues his movements while he sucked on your nipple. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling it softly.
“I love you, Tom,” you whimpered,feeling his cock rubbing inside. “I love you so much,”
“Mmm,” he only hums, his attention on your other nipple now. Your fingers find their way onto your clitoris and you rub circles on it while Tommy fucks you deeper. “Fuck,” he groans, breaking away from the comfort of your arms and leaning back. He removes your hand and raises one of your legs. You watched as Tommy fucks you faster, but now it was deeper and you felt more full because of your new position. “Oh, fuck,” he rasps, his thumb coming in contact with your clit.
“Tommy,” you moaned when you felt his rough thumb rubbing circles. “Fuck, I—“
“It’s alright, darling. I will take —good—care—of—you,” he said, thrusting harder into you to make his point. “You won’t have to worry about anything anymore. You have me…your Tommy,”
“My Tommy,” you whispered, as if it was a new concept when Tommy knew that he belonged to you from the very start. Still, hearing the words come from your mouth excites him.
“Say it again,”
“My Tommy,” you repeated. “Fuck, Tommy,” you mewled, pinching your nipples together.
“Fuck, you want me to fuck babies into you?” he asked, quickening his pace.
“Yes, Tommy, please!” you whimpered. “Going to make you a daddy,”
“I’m going to make love to you everyday and cum inside your pretty pussy, yeah?” he rasps, his cock fucking your wet pussy harder. “Oh fuck,”
The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, your wetness welcoming him with every thrust fills the room. You were both high, moans and grunts filling every crevice of the room. Tommy fucks you sloppier while your fingers play with your clit.
“I’m close, ugh—Tommy,” you grunted. “Tom, Tom, Tommy,”
“Let go, love,” he whimpered. “Go on,”
His words fuelled you and you released a high pitched moan as he felt your walls clench around him. The feeling of your pussy milking him sends him into overdrive and you feel it. You felt his warm cum coating your walls.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he moans, thrusting his hips into you even more to chase his orgasm. “I love you. I fucking love you,” he rasps, collapsing into you.
“I love you, Tommy,” you replied, playing with the soft tendrils of his hair. He lays there, unmoving, his softening cock still inside you.
“Let’s stay like this forever,” he says, kissing your breast.
“Alright,”
“Now, you’ve seen me,”
“And you’ve seen me,”
-
BIRMINGHAM, 1925
“Tom!” you shrieked, looking at the muddy footprints that stained your white carpet. Over the last few years, you both decided that it would be best to stay at your place instead of the Arrow House. You both agreed that it was too dark and too lonely. It was so unlike the lush gardens, the water fountain, and the scurrying feet of the maids in your house. Besides, Tommy liked it here better. It was brighter, happier, and his nephews and nieces loved to visit.
“Oh no,” he hears a child say. “Oh, no, no, no,”
“Shh,” he crouches down to her height. “If we’re quiet, mum won’t see us,”
“Thomas Shelby! I told you to leave the boots outside whenever you’re out with the horses,”
“Dad—I don’t want to get mummy mad,” she whispers. “Let’s say sorry,”
Tommy looks at his daughter with wonder in his eyes. He never knew he’d love someone else as much as he loves you.
“Alright,” he nods, bracing himself. “Come on,”
His daughter holds his hands and gets out of the hiding place. She immediately cowers behind her father when she sees the hand on your hip.
“It was dad’s fault!” you heard her say, running towards you and hugging your legs. “Daddy did it!”
You frowned at Tommy but he could see the smile that dared to crack.
“Oh, bub. Where’s your loyalty to your old man, hmm?” he asked, a hand over his heart. “Darling, I must let you know that…” he trailed off kissing your cheek first. “Our daughter here is a natural,”
“Tommy…”
“I know, I know,” he soothed, massaging the crease between your eyebrows. “We’re sorry, right, bub?” he asked your little girl. She nodded, looking up at you. “Traitor,” Tommy whispers to himself before ruffling her hair.
“Just don’t do it again, alright?” you asked him.
BIRMINGHAM, 1913
“Do you think there’s a future where the two of us can be together?” Tommy asked. Upon seeing your panicked reaction, he coughs. “What I meant is…that we’ll still be like this,”
“Of course, we will,” you replied. “Only better…because by that time, we won’t have to worry about anything anymore because we’re together.”
“Really?”
“Of course, Tommy. You’re the most important person in my life. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose you too,” you replied, looking at him, trying to look for his reaction. You looked away when you saw the ghost of a smile paint his features. He’s always been so handsome.
“You won’t,” he replied, taking your hand to make that promise. “You won’t ever lose me,” he tells you.
“I guess, I won’t.”
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a text message sent to the wrong number sends suguru geto into a frenzy only to realize that some things hide in plain sight. (lawyer!suguru)
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A/N: Had this in my drafts for the longest time.
If something happens, I might need you to bail me out tonight.
Your phone glowed on your face at around 1:42 in the morning. The buzzing woke you from your almost-sleep. You furrowed your brows and looked at the unknown number. You called the number, anxious that it was one of your friends…
Suguru Geto was trying to calm a drunk college student down from punching another guy when he got punched in the face instead. He wasn’t able to think and out of impulse, he might have punched the kid in the face and that said kid is now suffering with a black eye, threatening to call the police. He was fucked. Utterly and thoroughly fucked. His mind was reeling. Number one, why did he let himself be persuaded when Satoru asked him to go clubbing? Number two, why did he punch a kid? Number three, oh my God he punched a kid! Usually, he wouldn’t mind. He would even throw another punch to sweeten the deal but he was a lawyer now. What if the kid files for a disbarment?'
The vibration on his hand steals him away from his thoughts. It was the number he texted earlier.
”Satoru? Where the fuck—“'
”Hello? Are you alright?” A voice as sweet as honey and soft as marshmallows came from his phone.
“Um…hello?” he suddenly finds his shoulders relaxing. “Sorry, I think I texted the wrong number,”
”Oh,” the voice replied.
“My friend gave me the wrong number I think,” he sighed. He curses at Satoru in his mind for changing his number and giving him a wrong number. “Sorry about that,”
”It’s alright,” the voice replied. “Um—I guess I’ll end the call now,”
”Wait!”
”Hm?”
“Can you…can you stay on call?” he asked, shame filling his veins. How does he tell a girl about how shaken up he is about the whole thing? “I…I, uh…just need someone to talk to until my friend arrives.”
He can feel your hesitation from the other line.
“I swear, I’m not a weirdo or anything.” he assured. “You can…you can look me up. Or I don’t—give you proof about my existence?”
”No, that’s alright,” you told him. “I’m Y/N,”
He tests the way your name rolls in his tongue.
”So, why do you need bail?”
”Oh, well, I don’t need it yet but I’m at the club with some friends and there were, uh, college kids who wouldn’t leave my friends alone. Got them uncomfortable and when I told them to stop, one of them punched me in the face and I punched back,” he said. “But I think I might have punched too hard because the kid got shoved to the ground,”
”Oh no,” you replied. “What was the college kid doing?”
”He was cornering some co-workers,” he said. “Interrupting them while they talked and making them uncomfortable. I guess he didn’t take it too kindly when I told him to leave them alone. How was your day?”
”It was busy,” you replied. “I’m in the final stages of this thing I’m opening,”
”What is it?”
“Oh, well, I’m opening a cafe soon,”
“That’s nice. Where is it located?”
”I found this really nice place in Ueno and it’s like a small, traditional house that I turned into a cafe. It’s a slow cafe, really. None of the cafes where there’s a long line. What about you?”
”I’m a lawyer,"
”Wow, that’s cool,”
”You think so?” he didn’t know what it was but hearing you say it was cool kind of made him want to giggle.
”Yeah,”
As Satoru approaches, Suguru’s frown deepens.
“My friend is here. Thank you for staying with me,” Suguru says. “I would’ve loved to talk more…”
”I hope you get home safe with no need for bail,”
Suguru chuckled. “I hope so too. Can I…text you?”
“Sure. Tell me how it goes. Good night,”
”Good night,” The line disconnects and he frowns at Satoru.
”Whoa, whoa. Don’t frown at me! I got it settled. The kid called his parents and I talked to the parents and threatened to sue them into oblivion,”
”Like?”
”Harassment? Physical injury? Public disturbance?” Satoru lists down everything from the top of his head. It didn’t matter if it was applicable. ”I also told them that their kid was trying to harass a bunch of paralegals and that he punched a lawyer. Anyways, who were you talking to earlier?”
”Oh. Just someone I know,” Suguru shrugged. His friend raises his eyebrows.
“Is it a girl? It’s a girl, huh? Are you finally going back to dating?” Satoru asked. “I prayed for days like this! So, who is it?”
“It’s none of your business,” Suguru grumbled. “Let’s just go home,”
”Aw, come on! Why won’t you tell me?”
Suguru paused. Well, he didn’t want Satoru to tease him about calling some unknown, random girl that he’s never seen before. Second, he didn’t want Satoru to know that he was shaken up after the punch. Third, well, he just wants to keep it private for a bit.
”Fine, you won’t tell me but I’ll find out soon enough,”
—
The next day, Suguru wakes up with a throbbing headache and a throbbing cheek. He grabs for his phone in the nightstand and looks at his emails and messages. None of them seemed to appeal to him because none of them was you. He clicks on your contact number and then the text message icon. Should he?
”Oh, fuck this,” he grumbles. Typing a quick “Good morning. Thank you for letting me hang around last night.” and then sending it. He tosses the phone to the side and tries to think about something else. Hm, what should he do…what should he—BUZZ!
He fishes for his phone quickly, almost hurting himself in the process, and sees a message from Satoru. He frowns and tosses it back to the bed before going to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.
As he lounges on his couch, he hears another buzz from his phone. He tries to act cool this time. He unlocks the phone and sees your phone number. He can feel his heart racing…
no need to thank me twice. i trust everything went well?
He smiles softly at the way you typed your words.
Yes. My friend talked to the parents and they decided not to press charges. What are you doing today?
The text bubbles appear on his phone.
i’m helping with the delivery of furniture at the cafe today. some shipments will arrive too and i want to be there to see everything. you?
Decided to have a lazy day today after what happened last night.
how’s your cheek?
Bruised. But my friend is coming over later to check on it.
that’s nice. i hope it doesn’t bruise too long.
Yeah. I hope so too.
Hey, do you need extra help today?
help with what?
I don’t know. I can give free legal advice?
hmm… i’m ok :) i think i’d rather you rest for today.
Huh. Not going to lie, he was quite disappointed by your response. His thumbs hover on the screen but the bubble appears again.
but next time one of my suppliers try to squeeze me, i’ll let you know.
He replied with an “Ok” and puts his phone away. He wonders, though, if your suppliers were angels on earth because you don’t message him again. Not even when his bruise healed. And fine, there’s a concept of stranger danger but what was the harm in knowing you more? Was it his non-commitant reply? He thinks about it until he forgets about it.
Weeks pass by and work is topped with more work. It’s one contract after another; deeds to register; motions to file. He was tired, really tired. One of the interns brought a box of doughnuts one day. Hiro, his name was. Everyone in the legal team was entitled to one doughnut each, except for Satoru who had two.
The doughnuts looked good and the flavors were unique—mango chrysanthemum, lychee strawberry, chocolate earl grey. He had chocolate earl-grey and immediately fell in love with whoever conceptualized it. Satoru pestered Hiro for the details until he gave in.
“It’s my sister’s bakery in Ueno,” he said. “It’s a newly opened cafe-bakery but she specializes in unique flavor combinations. You should try sometime,”
That’s how Suguru and Satoru found the corner bakery, a quaint shop with a cozy ambience. It was modern enough for Ueno—whatever that meant but comforting enough to make a person stop and enjoy the place.
our bake house.
Cute. A teenager who looks like a part-timer waves at them and they walk, looking at the display case.
“Our special doughnuts of the month include kinako peanut butter, banana matcha, and chai.” he says. “Our baker makes everything from scratch and in-house,”
“Ah,” Suguru says but Satoru was already ordering everything off the menu. “Do you have anything that’s not too sweet—?”
“Rei, the sea salt camembert doughnuts are ready!” someone says, carrying a tray of doughnuts out. Suguru stops. That voice sounded familiar. “Are we lacking anything—oh. Good afternoon!” the girl says, setting the metal tray down at the display case. “Welcome to our bake house,”
Oh. Oh my god. Your voice—that voice. Was it the same girl that answered his call that one night?
“Y/N…?” Suguru asks cautiously. How could he forget your voice? He may have only heard it once over the telephone but it had the same gentleness and tone from the stranger that night.
She smiles politley, looking very puzzled.
“Hi, have we met?” she asks. “Sorry, I’m not good with faces,”
“Oh, no! I, uh—remember me? The uh,” he swallows. “The guy that sent you a message for bail?”
Recognition immediately fills her eyes.
“Oh! The lawyer! You never told me your name,”
“It’s Suguru. Geto Suguru.” he says. His eyes widened. “Oh! I hope you don’t think I’m stalking—“
“I deleted all my messages in my inbox and couldn’t find—“
You both stop, a chuckle escaping your lips.
“You first,” he says.
“I deleted all my messages to clear up on space and I couldn’t find yours because I forgot to save your number. Your turn.”
“I wasn’t stalking. One of the interns at work brought doughnuts and said it came from here. Well, his sister owns this place apparently.”
“Hiro?” she asks.
“Yes,”
“Ah! You’re his mentors! He couldn’t stop talking about his intern life. Thanks for letting him in,”
“He’s very qualified and diligent,” Suguru says. “I think one of our partners specializing in public interest cases has his favor.”
“Thank you.” she says. A beat. “I—“
“Can I message you again?”
“I was going to ask if I can have your number again.”
Suguru smiles and sends her a text message. She saves the number this time.
After finishing the free doughnuts and coffee, Satoru smacked Suguru’s back.
“Never thought I’d see the day Suguru Geto, the best cross examiner of the firm get all so flustered,”
a text message sent to the wrong number sends suguru geto into a frenzy only to realize that some things hide in plain sight. (lawyer!suguru)
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A/N: Had this in my drafts for the longest time.
If something happens, I might need you to bail me out tonight.
Your phone glowed on your face at around 1:42 in the morning. The buzzing woke you from your almost-sleep. You furrowed your brows and looked at the unknown number. You called the number, anxious that it was one of your friends…
Suguru Geto was trying to calm a drunk college student down from punching another guy when he got punched in the face instead. He wasn’t able to think and out of impulse, he might have punched the kid in the face and that said kid is now suffering with a black eye, threatening to call the police. He was fucked. Utterly and thoroughly fucked. His mind was reeling. Number one, why did he let himself be persuaded when Satoru asked him to go clubbing? Number two, why did he punch a kid? Number three, oh my God he punched a kid! Usually, he wouldn’t mind. He would even throw another punch to sweeten the deal but he was a lawyer now. What if the kid files for a disbarment?'
The vibration on his hand steals him away from his thoughts. It was the number he texted earlier.
”Satoru? Where the fuck—“'
”Hello? Are you alright?” A voice as sweet as honey and soft as marshmallows came from his phone.
“Um…hello?” he suddenly finds his shoulders relaxing. “Sorry, I think I texted the wrong number,”
”Oh,” the voice replied.
“My friend gave me the wrong number I think,” he sighed. He curses at Satoru in his mind for changing his number and giving him a wrong number. “Sorry about that,”
”It’s alright,” the voice replied. “Um—I guess I’ll end the call now,”
”Wait!”
”Hm?”
“Can you…can you stay on call?” he asked, shame filling his veins. How does he tell a girl about how shaken up he is about the whole thing? “I…I, uh…just need someone to talk to until my friend arrives.”
He can feel your hesitation from the other line.
“I swear, I’m not a weirdo or anything.” he assured. “You can…you can look me up. Or I don’t—give you proof about my existence?”
”No, that’s alright,” you told him. “I’m Y/N,”
He tests the way your name rolls in his tongue.
”So, why do you need bail?”
”Oh, well, I don’t need it yet but I’m at the club with some friends and there were, uh, college kids who wouldn’t leave my friends alone. Got them uncomfortable and when I told them to stop, one of them punched me in the face and I punched back,” he said. “But I think I might have punched too hard because the kid got shoved to the ground,”
”Oh no,” you replied. “What was the college kid doing?”
”He was cornering some co-workers,” he said. “Interrupting them while they talked and making them uncomfortable. I guess he didn’t take it too kindly when I told him to leave them alone. How was your day?”
”It was busy,” you replied. “I’m in the final stages of this thing I’m opening,”
”What is it?”
“Oh, well, I’m opening a cafe soon,”
“That’s nice. Where is it located?”
”I found this really nice place in Ueno and it’s like a small, traditional house that I turned into a cafe. It’s a slow cafe, really. None of the cafes where there’s a long line. What about you?”
”I’m a lawyer,"
”Wow, that’s cool,”
”You think so?” he didn’t know what it was but hearing you say it was cool kind of made him want to giggle.
”Yeah,”
As Satoru approaches, Suguru’s frown deepens.
“My friend is here. Thank you for staying with me,” Suguru says. “I would’ve loved to talk more…”
”I hope you get home safe with no need for bail,”
Suguru chuckled. “I hope so too. Can I…text you?”
“Sure. Tell me how it goes. Good night,”
”Good night,” The line disconnects and he frowns at Satoru.
”Whoa, whoa. Don’t frown at me! I got it settled. The kid called his parents and I talked to the parents and threatened to sue them into oblivion,”
”Like?”
”Harassment? Physical injury? Public disturbance?” Satoru lists down everything from the top of his head. It didn’t matter if it was applicable. ”I also told them that their kid was trying to harass a bunch of paralegals and that he punched a lawyer. Anyways, who were you talking to earlier?”
”Oh. Just someone I know,” Suguru shrugged. His friend raises his eyebrows.
“Is it a girl? It’s a girl, huh? Are you finally going back to dating?” Satoru asked. “I prayed for days like this! So, who is it?”
“It’s none of your business,” Suguru grumbled. “Let’s just go home,”
”Aw, come on! Why won’t you tell me?”
Suguru paused. Well, he didn’t want Satoru to tease him about calling some unknown, random girl that he’s never seen before. Second, he didn’t want Satoru to know that he was shaken up after the punch. Third, well, he just wants to keep it private for a bit.
”Fine, you won’t tell me but I’ll find out soon enough,”
—
The next day, Suguru wakes up with a throbbing headache and a throbbing cheek. He grabs for his phone in the nightstand and looks at his emails and messages. None of them seemed to appeal to him because none of them was you. He clicks on your contact number and then the text message icon. Should he?
”Oh, fuck this,” he grumbles. Typing a quick “Good morning. Thank you for letting me hang around last night.” and then sending it. He tosses the phone to the side and tries to think about something else. Hm, what should he do…what should he—BUZZ!
He fishes for his phone quickly, almost hurting himself in the process, and sees a message from Satoru. He frowns and tosses it back to the bed before going to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.
As he lounges on his couch, he hears another buzz from his phone. He tries to act cool this time. He unlocks the phone and sees your phone number. He can feel his heart racing…
no need to thank me twice. i trust everything went well?
He smiles softly at the way you typed your words.
Yes. My friend talked to the parents and they decided not to press charges. What are you doing today?
The text bubbles appear on his phone.
i’m helping with the delivery of furniture at the cafe today. some shipments will arrive too and i want to be there to see everything. you?
Decided to have a lazy day today after what happened last night.
how’s your cheek?
Bruised. But my friend is coming over later to check on it.
that’s nice. i hope it doesn’t bruise too long.
Yeah. I hope so too.
Hey, do you need extra help today?
help with what?
I don’t know. I can give free legal advice?
hmm… i’m ok :) i think i’d rather you rest for today.
Huh. Not going to lie, he was quite disappointed by your response. His thumbs hover on the screen but the bubble appears again.
but next time one of my suppliers try to squeeze me, i’ll let you know.
He replied with an “Ok” and puts his phone away. He wonders, though, if your suppliers were angels on earth because you don’t message him again. Not even when his bruise healed. And fine, there’s a concept of stranger danger but what was the harm in knowing you more? Was it his non-commitant reply? He thinks about it until he forgets about it.
Weeks pass by and work is topped with more work. It’s one contract after another; deeds to register; motions to file. He was tired, really tired. One of the interns brought a box of doughnuts one day. Hiro, his name was. Everyone in the legal team was entitled to one doughnut each, except for Satoru who had two.
The doughnuts looked good and the flavors were unique—mango chrysanthemum, lychee strawberry, chocolate earl grey. He had chocolate earl-grey and immediately fell in love with whoever conceptualized it. Satoru pestered Hiro for the details until he gave in.
“It’s my sister’s bakery in Ueno,” he said. “It’s a newly opened cafe-bakery but she specializes in unique flavor combinations. You should try sometime,”
That’s how Suguru and Satoru found the corner bakery, a quaint shop with a cozy ambience. It was modern enough for Ueno—whatever that meant but comforting enough to make a person stop and enjoy the place.
our bake house.
Cute. A teenager who looks like a part-timer waves at them and they walk, looking at the display case.
“Our special doughnuts of the month include kinako peanut butter, banana matcha, and chai.” he says. “Our baker makes everything from scratch and in-house,”
“Ah,” Suguru says but Satoru was already ordering everything off the menu. “Do you have anything that’s not too sweet—?”
“Rei, the sea salt camembert doughnuts are ready!” someone says, carrying a tray of doughnuts out. Suguru stops. That voice sounded familiar. “Are we lacking anything—oh. Good afternoon!” the girl says, setting the metal tray down at the display case. “Welcome to our bake house,”
Oh. Oh my god. Your voice—that voice. Was it the same girl that answered his call that one night?
“Y/N…?” Suguru asks cautiously. How could he forget your voice? He may have only heard it once over the telephone but it had the same gentleness and tone from the stranger that night.
She smiles politley, looking very puzzled.
“Hi, have we met?” she asks. “Sorry, I’m not good with faces,”
“Oh, no! I, uh—remember me? The uh,” he swallows. “The guy that sent you a message for bail?”
Recognition immediately fills her eyes.
“Oh! The lawyer! You never told me your name,”
“It’s Suguru. Geto Suguru.” he says. His eyes widened. “Oh! I hope you don’t think I’m stalking—“
“I deleted all my messages in my inbox and couldn’t find—“
You both stop, a chuckle escaping your lips.
“You first,” he says.
“I deleted all my messages to clear up on space and I couldn’t find yours because I forgot to save your number. Your turn.”
“I wasn’t stalking. One of the interns at work brought doughnuts and said it came from here. Well, his sister owns this place apparently.”
“Hiro?” she asks.
“Yes,”
“Ah! You’re his mentors! He couldn’t stop talking about his intern life. Thanks for letting him in,”
“He’s very qualified and diligent,” Suguru says. “I think one of our partners specializing in public interest cases has his favor.”
“Thank you.” she says. A beat. “I—“
“Can I message you again?”
“I was going to ask if I can have your number again.”
Suguru smiles and sends her a text message. She saves the number this time.
After finishing the free doughnuts and coffee, Satoru smacked Suguru’s back.
“Never thought I’d see the day Suguru Geto, the best cross examiner of the firm get all so flustered,”
currently finishing a dark!gojo x reader fic. wanted to try my hand at darker fics before i start writing fluffy ones !! i also have a suguru fic ready to be posted… he he he let me know what you’d rather read first!
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