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sincerely yours. (12)

↳ gojou satoru/reader

when a twist of fate led their marriage to the path of a quintessential tragic romance, two past lovers go through another series of experiences on love, heartbreak, identity, illness, and trauma along the road to a happily ever after.

genre. heavy angst, amnesia, modern au, 18+

tags/warnings. depression, mentions of cheating, trauma, implied suicide attempt, toxic relationships, illnesses

notes. 11k wc. finally. i wrote this with only one eye open so please don't mind the inconsistencies, i'm trying my best to tie any loose ends before we reach the ending. if the writing feels rushed, it’s bcos i’m just ready to wrap up this series 😭

series masterlist -> episode thirteen

You thought everything that had happened last night was just a dream.

Because you had gotten used to the constant disappointments and vicissitudes of your life, sharing such domestic bliss with the person you loved had started to feel far-fetched for you. It had become an unachievable fantasy, a colorful delusion created by your mind to conceal the actual darkness of pain that surrounded it.

But as you opened your eyes that morning, the familiar warmth of a sleeping Satoru’s embrace was the reality you never saw coming. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the comfort of his arms around you, it all felt surreal—like a fragile dream teetering on the edge of shattering. You wondered if it would be okay to stay here for now. To forget about the rest of the damn world and remain in his arms, staring at his beautiful saintly face, listening to his slow and steady heartbeat.

When Satoru stirred from his sleep, you knew your daydream was over. But he was pulling you dangerously close with arms wrapped around your frame and his lips pressed against your forehead. He was only half-awake, it seemed. His long white lashes reminded you of Sachiro’s as you watched him mumble incoherent words from his sleep, something along the lines of, ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘Akemi’.

That was your cue to pull yourself away from him. With guilt now coursing through your body, you sat up from bed and covered your naked body with the duvet. Akemi. You had completely abandoned the thought of Akemi last night, and now you were here in bed with ‘supposedly’ her man. As much as your heart was in bliss from last night’s events, the dark and cold reality was that you slept with a man who wasn’t yours. It was a principle you told yourself you would never cross, but everything concerning Satoru Gojou seemed to be bringing you to that.

“Satoru, hey.” Your voice almost came out as a plea as you shook his arm, your guilt eating at you with every minute that passed. “Wake up.”

His eyelashes fluttered as he struggled to open his eyes, blinded by the sunlight that gleamed through the window as he stretched his arms and looked at you. “Y/N?” he softly whispered, a hand tenderly placed on your back as he scooted closer. “What’s wrong?”

Slight disbelief blanketed your gaze. “You think this isn’t wrong?”

Satoru let out a sigh of exasperation, pulling his head back, and covering his eyes with a hand as if last night’s events played through his mind scene to scene. He was obviously caught in a mindwreck thinking about the girl he had just cheated on. “It shouldn’t be,” he mumbled, “But it feels like it.”

“So you do regret it,” you laughed at your own words, internally in pain.

“I didn’t say that.” He finally pulled himself back up, sitting as he pulled you towards him. “Y/N, if we really thought last night was wrong, we would have stopped after the first time.” He shook his head at the irony. “Look, it’s on me, alright? I put you in this situation.”

“And I allowed it,” you argued, “I allowed it, Satoru. It makes me feel dirty. I feel like, like I’m wrecking someone else’s home. It’s not me.”

Satoru held his breath, a look of hesitation dawning on his face as he realized that this wasn’t just a dream of his. It was pure and raw reality that he had made a mistake that he could never undo. While thinking it through, he rubbed his eyes and sat up, leaning against the headboard as he assessed the situation. Then, he looked at you, his expression softening as he spoke, “No, not your fault. It’s just complicated,” he insisted, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one who owes ‘Kemi an apology.”

Each time you heard her nickname from him was a punch to your gut. And each silent cuss that left his lips was an arrow to your heart. So you put it on yourself to accept his reaction. “It’s okay. You can be honest and say last night was a mistake.”

“No, no, no. I didn’t say that,” he replied quickly, reaching out to take your hand.

But you already stood up from the bed, clutching the duvet around your body like a shield against the encroaching chill. Your throat felt tight, and tears threatened to spill, but you fought to keep them at bay. Satoru’s gaze followed you with an expression of helplessness, as if he was struggling to bridge the gap between his rights and wrongs.

As you turned to face him, a knot of frustration and heartache tangled within you. “So, what now?” you asked, trying your hardest to keep your composure. “How are we gonna fix this, Satoru? How?”

Before he could answer, the door to the cabin suddenly burst open, and Akemi stood in the doorway with her eyes wide with shock and fury. The confrontation followed as soon as she caught you in a compromising position with Satoru, and the words she uttered next were ones you least expected from her.

“You’re a hypocrite! You’ve become the person you despised the most when you were married.”

“You’re no better than Sera! And that’s why you’re miserable, and you’ll forever be miserable! If this is your way of getting back at me..”

“Then jokes on you, because Satoru will never be faithful to you. He’ll keep cheating on you, just like he did now with me! You two belong in that cycle!”

You felt like an outsider in your own heartbreak, the confrontation intensifying as you tried to process the bitter truth in silence. All you could do was stand there and cry. Even Satoru’s attempts to placate Akemi were futile as her anger only seemed to grow. The more her eyes danced back and forth between you and her lover, the more she wanted to destroy everything in her path.

Satoru’s face was indiscernible from where you stood. “Akemi, please, just listen—”

Akemi, however, was already turning on her heel and storming back into her cabin while eliciting loud, muffled sobs. Your chest tightened with sorrow and shame. Complete, utter shame of doing this to another woman. How could you even correct a situation like this? How could you pick yourself back up after you just trampled on another woman’s feelings because of your actions?

Satoru, like you, hesitated on his next move, his eyes meeting yours with a look of anguish. “I need to talk to her, Y/N. I’ll be back.”

Without waiting for your response, he already bolted after her, leaving you alone in a quiet, pathetic state. The door slammed behind him, the sound reverberating through the cabin like thunder in a heavy storm.

You didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to face everyone, didn’t have the guts to even talk to Shoko and Suguru who now both have to deal with such scandals. You were too ashamed of yourself, as if your femininity had been stripped off its rights after you slept with the man you swore you would never get back with.

“I didn’t mean it,” you could only silently whisper your laments, pacing around your cabin while swallowing the weakness that tried to escape. “I hate this.”

The minutes dragged on, and each second stretched into an eternity as you waited for Satoru’s return. For now, you sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, wondering what excuse he was telling Akemi, and what actions he would do to try and calm her down. Did he kiss her, perhaps? Did he cup her face and tell her that you were nothing but a mistake? What was taking him so long? Or were they doing things to try and erase the same deeds you two did last night?

The cacophony of voices and commotion from outside the cabin grew louder, and your curiosity led you to open your door, meeting the eyes of one of the hotel staff who sent you a look full of judgment.

“Where’s…” you hesitated if she was the right person to ask, “Where’s Satoru? Would you know?”

“Oh, ma’am. He already left the hotel half an hour ago… with Miss Akemi.”

Her answer hit you hard like a truck on a highway. And your heart dropped as you realized who became The Fool in these deck of cards. Satoru had not only run off after Akemi, but had also left you behind without a word.

The room felt colder now, the once-intimate sanctuary you shared with your ex-husband now a prison of your own grief. Even the familiar warmth of the bed seemed like a distant memory as you approached it, your body trembling as you thought of how you were treated like a dirty rag, thrown away after being used over and over again.

With a soft, choked sob, you collapsed onto the bed, the duvet still a tangled mess from earlier. And your emotions, so tightly restrained, finally broke free. You pulled the blanket around you as if it could shield you from the crushing pain. The betrayal, the sense of being discarded for another—it all converged into a torrent of anguish. All you could do was cling to the duvet as if it were the only anchor in a stormy sea.

——

Returning home didn’t make the situation any better.

Although you tried to tell yourself that you shouldn’t be waiting on Satoru to contact you, you still found yourself checking your phone multiple times a day. Each second that passed without hearing from him was another stab to your heart. But it shouldn’t feel like that. It shouldn’t, not when Satoru clearly made his choice of choosing yet another woman over you.

Of course, you knew what you did was wrong. In everyone’s eyes, sleeping with someone else’s man was unforgivable. There was no excuse, no way to justify your actions. Even if some people might side with you, saying you owed no one loyalty, it didn’t change how you felt about the whole situation. And that was because you remembered all too well the pain of being cheated on, and letting another woman endure the same heartbreak and betrayal was a weight on your conscience that you couldn’t ignore.

Sighing, you turned to the left side of the bed and saw Sachiro sleeping peacefully, clutching his favorite starfish plushie in his tiny arms. The thought of losing your son was unbearable, especially when he was your only source of calm amid the chaos that surrounded you. Caring for him was your solace, and his innocent presence served as a band-aid for your wounded heart. The most heart-wrenching part of this was knowing you couldn’t even repay him for the stability he brought you. Sachiro deserved a complete family to enrich his life, yet you—as his own biological mother—were unable to give him that.

“Sleep tight, Sachi.” You lightly stroked his white hair before planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

The past few weeks had been a blur of emotions, work, and parenting—with each day blending into the next like a tornado of dull colors. You still hadn’t heard from Satoru, but the days of waiting and checking your phone for any notification from him did gradually stop. The only thing that didn’t stop replaying in your head like a broken record was the cabin incident, the very night that drew all these overthinking in your mind and in your heart.

Returning to work did provide some distraction, but it didn’t take away the sting. It also didn’t help that your staff noticed the change in your demeanor, and how distracted you often were during your meetings and warehouse visits. Even Nobara was worried about how absentminded you had become, but you brushed off all their concerns with a forced smile. After all, staying at home would do you worse than being at work.

Now, you were back in your office, and the soft knock on the door cut you off from your trance. It was Yuki peeking through the small opening on your door, her usual professional demeanor softened by a concerned expression. “Hey, Y/N. Do you have a minute?” she asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her with a quiet click.

You nodded, trying to muster a smile. “Sure, Yuki. What’s up?”

“I wanted to check in on you,” she began, taking a seat opposite your desk, “If you need to extend your vacation, please, by all means, go ahead. It’s off-season, anyway. I’ll take care of everything here while you’re focusing on yourself.”

That wasn’t really a good idea. And you shouldn’t be slacking off work when this very fashion house you establish used to be your passion, not your job. Yet here you were, losing all the inspiration to even run a business. “I don’t know if I have the energy for anything else right now.”

“Well, if you’re too worried about leaving work,” Yuki continued, her tone shifting to a more business-like note, “the progress we’ve made with Hearte is looking really promising. The new collection is getting great feedback, and our upcoming showcase is shaping up well. We’re on track for a strong quarter.”

“All because of you, Yuki.” A spark of gratitude appeared on your face. “Thanks for the update. It’s good to know things are moving in the right direction.”

She then stood up and gave you a reassuring smile. “I’m here if you need anything, Y/N. But seriously, take some time for yourself. You deserve it.”

On that same evening, you came home to your father’s mansion, and the first thing that greeted you when you entered the foyer was Gen sitting by the living room. And needless to say, her expression was a mix of concern and frustration as if she had been waiting for you to return. You weren’t really in the mood to have some back-and-forths with her, but you also didn’t like how she dropped her phone on the table and crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at you like she was a mother who could scold you like a child.

“I’m not even gonna say anything at this point, but did you really do it with him?” Gen’s voice was low, but the disappointment was palpable. You could feel it from a few meters away.

“What are you talking about?” you bit back, your already-terrible mood swings shifting into an unhealthy direction.

Gen responded by pointing at her phone, gesturing for you to take a look at whatever’s on it. Reluctantly, you grabbed the device, and as you were scrolling through the screen, you stumbled upon a blind item circulating on social media. The words were vague but pointed, hinting at a scandalous encounter between two ex-spouses, both of whom were well-known figures. Great. Your heart stopped as you realized that the article was very much about you and Gojou.

The online comments were brutal, not like you weren’t used to anonymous harassment anyway, but these ones were full of speculating and judging without knowing the full story. Everyone also seemed to be siding with “Ms. A” instead of you as though the person behind the article was clearly trying to paint you as the villain. It was written for the purpose of destroying your reputation rather than any regular exposé, and whoever wrote it was definitely someone who disliked you.

Your shoulders slumped as you scrolled through hate comment after hate comment, a seemingly endless vitriol for someone they didn’t even know, and avoided your sister’s gaze knowing full well that seeing her expression would only make you feel worse.

“Is it true?” your sister asked like there was even an ounce of chance that it was simply a rumor. Unfortunately, it was anything but.

Sliding her phone back on the coffee table, you drew in a deep breath. “I can’t undo it, Gen. It happened.”

“So, you did sleep with him? Am I hearing this right?” Gen sighed, rubbing her temples. “Do you have any idea what this could do to you? To Sachiro? People are ruthless, and now this blind item is all over the place and they’re targeting you like a punching bag!”

Your mouth felt heavy, as if it was weighed down by an invisible burden, making it difficult to form words or speak. And before you could think of a response, Ian became your temporary savior as he walked in with a calm but serious mien. “I’ve seen the post,” he said, holding up his phone. “It’s clearly defamatory, and we can take legal action. I’ll handle it.”

Even though Ian was a man of remarkable phlegm, you remained abashed, knowing that everyone’s feasting at the juicy rumor that you slept with your ex-husband. Yet, the only thing you could do was to put on a front. To save face. To act like someone you’re not. “Thank you, Ian. I’d appreciate that.”

Anticipating another lecture from Gen about Satoru, you began retreating to your room with your footsteps bouncing desperately on the grand staircase. This conversation was done. You just weren’t there to hear it anymore. However, as you climbed the stairs with a vacant mind, you could still hear your sister calling out to you.

“Y/N!” she called, her voice now tinged with concern. “I’m not going to give you a hard time. We can sort this issue out. Maturely.”

“I’m good.” Sorry, Gen. It was the anxious-avoidant side of you speaking. You didn’t want to discuss such a sensitive situation to anyone, even with your sister, because you weren’t ready to face all the negativity it would put you through. You were already dealing with enough, and going through yet another emotional turmoil might actually put you to your deathbed at this point.

So, for now, isolating yourself from the world was the best choice.

And as soon as you entered your room, you saw Sachiro’s nanny tucking him into bed. All your worries and self-destructive thoughts vanished in an instant the moment you looked at your son. It was like the heavens gave you your personal angel, a cute little cherub who brought nothing but light and happiness to your life. He was your sunshine, your shooting star, your bundle of joy. Nothing in this world could erase the pessimist in you than little Sachiro.

“I got it from here.” You thanked the nanny and asked her to close the door before quickly joining your son in bed, wrapping him in a warm, comforting hug—more for your own comfort than his.

“Mama?” he asked, his voice unusually raspy, and his chest rising and falling heavily. “I mwiss you, mama!”

You pressed your lips onto his forehead. “I miss you too, my baby. How was daycare today?”

He seemed to struggle to speak too, but Sachiro still did his best to recount his day while he was trying to catch air in between his sentences. “Teacher ask Sachi to go home, mama. Sachi is tired.”

“Baby, are you okay? Are you sick?” Now, your motherly instincts kicked in immediately. You could tell something was wrong, so you reached for a thermometer from the bedside drawer to check his temperature, and listened to his breathing at the same time. “What happened to Sachi? Do you want Mommy to take you to the hospital?”

Sachiro shook his head and gave you a sleepy smile. “No, mama. Sachi is just sweepy.”

When the thermometer beeped, you were relieved to see that his temperature was normal. “Are you having trouble breathing, my sweetheart?” You looked into his droopy eyes and gently placed your hand on his chest.

Once again, Sachiro shook his head. Maybe you were just overthinking. He often ran around the house or played in the bathtub before bed, which could explain why he seemed out of breath. It wasn’t the first time it happened.

“Okay, Sachi. Go to sleep now. Close your eyes, baby.”

“Night night, mama.”

For now, you turned off the night lamp, and headed to the bathroom in silent and careful steps. It was quiet enough indeed, but in your head was an awful noise you couldn’t escape. And stepping into the shower only increased the warfare in your mind, as it immediately brought images of Satoru and Akemi back in the cabin, the harsh comments from the article, and the lack of contact from your ex-husband which all overwhelmed you at once. By now, he would have already seen that article. Nanami or Miwa might have already alerted him about it. But the fact that he said nothing, the fact that he let the public scrutinize you, destroy you with such vile, hurtful words behind their screens brought you a kind of pain that you wouldn’t wish upon anyone else.

Because if it was Akemi in that position, he would have defended her in a heartbeat.

So in your silence, under the cascading water of the shower, you let the tears flow—its warmth distinguishable compared to the cold droplets falling on you. If only you had successfully drowned yourself that night at the lake. If only Satoru didn’t pull you back in, none of this would have happened.

That moment was deeply poignant to you, and you saw him in a new light you thought you would never see again because of the darkness of your past. Yet, with the events that followed your special moment, memories eventually turned into spite. Your sweet exchange twisted into something bitter. Looking back at that time when he kissed you at the lake now made you feel nauseous and hollow inside, with bile forming on your throat and threatening to be retched.

The most gut-wrenching part about this was the fact that there wasn’t anyone left who could rescue you from this abyss of heartache anymore.

——

There had been a sense of detachment in your emotions in the following days that passed, almost as though they belonged to a stranger inhabiting your body. Toji, the only person who comforted you at times like these, was no longer by your side to fulfill the warmth you once desperately sought, and now you were alone to face this cruel, mind-numbing battle all by yourself. It was you against the world. You against the entire populace inhabiting this living hell. And with that many enemies against one, how could you win?

It was quite funny, actually, that your humor took a surprising turn when you thought of how Sera must have felt when it was revealed to the public that she was Satoru’s mistress. The irony didn’t even stop at your thoughts alone, it manifested itself outside Hearte’s headquarters, wearing a pink puffer jacket and a white prairie skirt.

“Sera?” you blurted out her name in wonder, nonplussed as you got out of the car to approach her.

“Hey, Y/N.” She offered a casual smile while carrying an air of sophistication around her. That wasn’t the only thing that changed about Sera. Her hair was also shorter than the last you saw her, her face now sporting a more natural makeup, and her outfit a more modest yet classy choice. It was no longer the Sera who tried hard to fit in amongst the upper echelon of society, but a Sera who seemed to be satisfied at her current standing in life.

What an awkward encounter. Was her presence your hypocritical reminder for sleeping with Satoru behind Akemi’s back?

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

And she answered with, “I read about what happened. You know, the thing on the internet.” She took a moment to pause, probably trying to choose the right words to say to her previous adversary. Because in a way, you two weren’t exactly friends. And you were no longer rivals either. Satoru was the only common denominator here, and Sera proved her exact sentiments about him by saying, “I just wanted to let you know that I understand your side. It’s a tough situation.”

You looked at her, searching for any hint of insincerity, but found none. “You were once on my spot,” you pointed out and gauged whether or not she would take the bait. For all you know, she could be putting on an act. “I’m assuming you’re here to rub it in my face how much of a hypocrite I am.”

“No, that’s not it.” Sera was vehemently denying any malice on her intentions, and was instead trying to show you the sympathy of a woman who was once caught in the same predicament. “Look, I know it’s weird that I’m here out of all people. But the truth is, I just had to let you know that someone’s on your side. I’ve met the girl, okay? That… whoever she is. I don’t remember her name, and I hate having to pit two women against each other, but I’m telling you it’s about time you cut Satoru off your life. Completely. She doesn’t look like someone who’d easily let go. You’re just gonna suffer, Y/N.”

Perhaps three years was too far back in your life and that tables could turn in a direction that you didn’t expect, as you could recall fragments of memories from when your only dilemma was dealing with Satoru and Sera in your marriage. She used to be besotted with your ex-husband back then. But now, it wasn’t until you heard the way she spoke about him that you realized she must be harboring a grudge deeper than you had imagined. After all, he did ruin her life in ways you couldn’t imagine. And her advice, though unsolicited, made sense. Because you could understand where she was going with it. You could see the true intentions clearly conveyed by her face.

The only problem here was that you didn’t have it in your heart to agree with her. You were too much of an empathic person to be taking sides, even if the supposed villain in this painting was the ex-husband who, time and time again, hurt you. Your heart stubbornly cared for Satoru deep down, and your wifely instinct of defending him no matter how poorly he acted had always been there. No one could hate Satoru more than you did, that was true, but you also weren’t very accepting of hearing others describe him as this ruthless, cheating bastard.

That was the reason why talking to Gen had eventually exhausted you. Because no one knew the real Satoru Gojou behind his facade of an irresponsible and reckless husband.

“Now that you’re here…” The idea to redirect the conversation to another topic struck you, unwilling to engage in a conversation that pushed Satoru in a bad light. “Would you be interested in being a model for our upcoming campaign? We’re launching a new collection, and I think you’d be perfect.”

Sera’s eyes were an amalgam of confusion and surprise. “Uh, I mean… I’d love to, but why so sudden?”

“You have the face for it.” You shrugged, but still sent a smile her way. “Are you working right now? If not, this could open doors for you to be discovered by modeling agencies. I’m closely tied with them since I work in the fashion industry, so I can do a few calls if you want.”

“Hold on, I’m—” Sera touched her head, laughing as if she were dreaming this conversation. “Y/N, you’re doing too much here. I mean, I’d obviously love that, but wouldn’t it be awkward? People know me as your ex-husband’s mistress, and if they recognize me in Hearte ads, I’m sure as hell those fuck ass netizens won’t stop talking about it.”

She had a point, a very good point, but then again, your suggestion was only brought up because you had to change the topic. “Well, it’s just an offer to consider in the future.”

“And I appreciate you always extending a hand to help me even if I did you wrong in the past,” she said, feelings of shame lacing her voice. “I haven’t forgotten about what you did for my brother, that’s why I’m here. I’m not your enemy anymore, Y/N.”

Just then, the roaring engine of a classic red Ferrari pulled up to the curb, interrupting the unexpected conversation you were having with your ex-husband’s former mistress. The window rolled down to reveal a pink-haired man whom you recognized as Ryomen Sukuna, an up and coming tech mogul, that Toji had mentioned about many times before. His eyes were only on one woman alone, and it wasn’t you. “Ready to go, babe?”

Honestly, good for Sera. No wonder her aura had become different. They seemed to be in a stable committed relationship, something that you could only ever dream about. If karma was truly real, this was the perfect example for it.

In the back seat, you spotted a younger boy who looked exactly like Sukuna and, surprisingly, Megumi, the son of your ex-fiancé. Really? How many more people were you going to ‘coincidentally’ run into today?

“Hello, miss!” the other boy called out cheerfully, while Megumi offered a polite nod. You replied with a wave, feeling a small sense of normalcy in their innocent presence.

“I gotta get going, Y/N,” excused Sera, gesturing a civil goodbye.

But as she moved to get into the car, your phone buzzed in your pocket. A single glance at the screen made your heart drop. It was a call from the hospital.

“Hello?” you answered almost immediately, pressing the phone on your ears with a tight push.

“Ms. Y/N, this is the hospital. Your son, Sachiro Gojou, is in the ICU. We need you to come as soon as possible.”

Your stomach contracted into a tight ball as you stood rigid with terror. Then and there, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. “Wh-What do you mean he’s in the hospital?!” you managed to shout, swept by horripilation from the sudden news. “What happened to my son?! What’s—!”

Sera’s concerned gaze met yours as you desperately yelled into the phone, hyperventilating. Your trembling hand was threatening to drop the phone. “Y/N, is everything okay?”

“My son… I… he…,” you stammered, your voice shaky with fear and urgency. Your muscles locked in a momentary paralysis, eyes wide with astonishment, and surprise rendering you immobile. The thought of Sachiro in a critical state was about to make you faint, with the last bits of images you saw that afternoon were of Sera and her boyfriend rushing to catch you from completely falling to the ground.

——

Megumi didn’t know how to deliver the bad news.

He came home after Yuuji’s brother rushed you to the hospital, shocked by everything that happened in a span of a single day. His mind was aching from all the thinking he was doing; praying that little Sachiro will be fine, hoping that you would stay strong throughout, and lastly, wondering how he would break it to his dad that something terrible had happened.

His father wasn’t exactly the greatest man to tread this Earth, especially not after the drunken words he had ‘mistakenly’ uttered to you that night in Miami that resulted in your separation. Yes, Megumi knew every word and detail. His father told him everything just as a sober man would. Did you really think that the Toji Zen’in you knew would sputter that utter nonsense to you? That you had an empty soul. That he couldn’t be with someone like you. That you would forever be a placeholder to Megumi’s mother. Bullshit. None of those were true. His father told him that the reason he had to say those words, as piercing and trenchant as they may be, was because it was the only way he could free you from being caged in a relationship your heart didn’t genuinely want.

It was Toji’s last resort to hurt you with his words, hoping that you would wake up from your false fantasy and finally have a reason to leave a relationship with a man that wasn’t Satoru Gojou. If Megumi’s father wasn’t at the top of the list of Forbes’ richest men in Japan, he would have felt a great deal of inferiority complex over a younger man like Gojou. Not because of his looks and his riches, but because he had you. No matter what Satoru did, no matter how many times he hurt you, he was and would always be that man you wanted to be with.

Sighing, Megumi’s first task upon coming home was to check on his father’s room, only to find the dark room void of its owner. When he made his way down the grand staircase, he met an ill-spirited Naoya who was ranting to Mai about Sera flaunting Sukuna in front of his face. Megumi’s sigh was then followed by another. The drama in this house was relentless. He felt like he was exhaling endlessly, like a malfunctioning appliance.

“Where’s dad?” asked Megumi, directing her question to a more rational Maki.

The tall, green-haired girl gave him a knowing shrug. “You already know,” she said, “Drowning himself in alcohol down at the bar.”

As always.

Megumi jogged around the estate to eventually find his father at one of the wet bars near his home office. He was there, seated on a stool, his head drooping low with a glass of premium scotch in hand. How many glasses he’d had, Megumi could only hope the numbers weren't that high. But upon approaching his father, his presence was barely acknowledged as he sat on the stool next to him, suggesting that the grown man might be more inebriated than his son had expected.

“Dad,” spoke the Zen’in heir, “Dad, you good?”

Toji lifted his head up, three sheets to the wind, as a smile crept up on his scarred lips. “Son.”

“Let me take that.” Megumi grabbed a hold of the glass of scotch, sliding the strong liquor away from his father. “There’s something I ought to tell you.”

Toji stayed nonchalant, sitting upright and tapping his fingers on the counter. “What’s it about this time?” he asked. “I’ve told you, I can’t stop the elders from arranging your marriage unless you’re honest with me about someone you like. I know you have someone in mind, but you’re not saying who. Are you just shy?”

Megumi gave his father a look of exasperation. He’s rambling, he thought, frustrated with his father’s inebriated chattering. “It’s not about that. It’s about Y/N-san.”

The mention of your name was the only thing that made Toji's demeanor shift to one of genuine concern. “What happened?”

“Sachi’s in a critical condition,” the younger Zen’in went straight to the point, “Y/N-san went manic over it and fainted before we could get her to the hospital.”

Toji was quick to grab his coat and car keys, as if all the alcohol in his system had immediately evaporated. But before he could leave, Megumi caught his father’s arm and pulled him back.

“What?” said Toji, concern and urgency blanketing his gaze. “I need to be with her.”

“Do you really need to?” Megumi countered. “Dad, I know it’s not right for me to stop you in this crucial situation, but are you gonna do this every time she’s in trouble? Do you plan to do this forever? Do you plan to keep drowning yourself in alcohol thinking about her? We care for her like family, that’s true, but you and her aren’t a thing anymore. Your responsibilities in taking care of her should stop, too. You, yourself, said it’d be best if she stopped being reliant on you. Now, do yourself a favor and stop trying to be this pathetic superhero.”

The concern etching on Tojis’s face softened into a sense of realization, a sense of candidness that only someone as straightforward as his own son could evoke. Megumi had to, not because he didn’t care for you anymore, but because he had to ensure he wouldn’t lose his father over a relationship that had already ended. Toji was the only real family Megumi had left.

“Stay, dad,” he pleaded, “Please.”

Toji took a deep breath and released it in the same second. “Okay,” he softly said, ruffling his son’s hair. “I won’t leave.”

——

Why is it that you keep attracting things, places, and people that you disliked the most?

You hated hospitals, and you had spoken about it enough to make it clear how much you dreaded going to a place where your worst memories had taken root. Yet, the sterile environment seemed to beckon you, dragging you back with a new nightmare each time. It was beyond your worst fears that you would find yourself racing through the halls mere minutes after regaining consciousness, desperately trying to reach where your son was.

Please be okay. Please be okay.

Frantically, you scanned the corridors, searching for the ICU and hoping that what you had just heard was nothing more than a cruel illusion, that this was all just a nightmare. You weren’t a deeply devout person, but you did send prayers to every saint you could think of, hoping that Sachiro’s current state wasn’t in the median between life and death.

Because if you lost your son, then there was no point in living anymore. This life wouldn’t be worth enduring.

“Y/N!”

You weren’t the first one to arrive outside the pediatric ICU, with Gen and your father already being there moments before you came. You were struggling to breathe by the time you reached them, feeling your heart race with a thunderous beat. “Gen… Dad, what h-happened to him?” You couldn’t stop the weakness in your voice. “Tell me he’s fine, please. Please. My baby. If anything h-happens to him, I’m g-gonna die, Gen! I c-can’t h-have that!”

Gen quickly enveloped you in a tight embrace, trying to offer any form of comfort she could. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Dad and I are just as shocked.” She held you closer, her voice trembling as she, too, was just as anxious as you. “Sachi refused to eat and complained about having a hard time breathing. He was so pale and his lips were blue. We knew we had to rush him to the hospital immediately.”

“Oh my God.” Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to stifle the uncontrollable cries that were escaping. The news of Sachiro developing cyanosis shattered your heart, and the crushing reality that you weren’t there to take care of him tore you apart. “My baby, no. No, no. H-He—”

“Y/N!”

Out of breath and also visibly shaken was the father of your son, Satoru, who came running to your side the moment his eyes landed on you. Behind him was his mother, clutching a rosary in her hand as both of them were seemingly shell-shocked in the same magnitude as you and your family were. Everyone cared for Sachiro’s well-being, everyone prayed for his safety, and the thought of losing an angel like your son was a soul-crushing thought that sent you slipping into a chasm of suffering.

“Wh-What happened to Sachi?” Satoru asked in desperation, his question raised to everyone in the vicinity—you, your family, the nurses. But no one could give him a decent answer. “Please, tell me my son’s alright. Tell me.”

You watched him walk in circles, raking his fingers through his hair as if he was seeking anything to hold onto. And you, feeling that magnet that pulled you closer to him, broke away from Gen’s embrace to look at your son’s father. “Satoru…”

“Y/N,” his voice cracked as he met your gaze, “Our son.” He stopped, ready to wrap you in a hug—a moment of solace you both desperately needed in this critical time. But just as he pulled you close in a fragile attempt to find comfort together, the door to the ICU swung open, abruptly ending the brief respite.

All of you immediately rushed over to the doctor, the sterile white walls and the distant hum of hospital machinery did nothing to calm the turmoil inside you.

“Doctor, how’s he?”

“How’s my grandson, doc?”

“Doc, my son, is he okay?”

“Is he stable, doc?”

“Doctor, how’s my son, please?” you asked, your body growing tense to the point of shaking.

The doctor took a deep breath, his expression serious amidst the fusillade of questions thrown at him. “We’re currently running a series of tests on the patient. We suspect Sachiro may have congenital heart disease, specifically a ventricular septal defect with associated pulmonary hypertension.”

No, it can’t be. It’s not possible! The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You struggled to process the information, your vision blurring with tears and your heart drumming a rapid staccato inside. You didn’t need to look at everyone to know that they all, for a moment, looked at you. “Heart disease? But… how? I didn’t think—”

“Can you explain more, doc? Please.” Gojou was desperate, his bright blue eyes now dull and severely clouded with a brewing storm. It was as if he was keeping himself from crying.

The doctor continued gently, “VSD is a condition where there’s a hole in the heart’s ventricular septum. It can lead to pulmonary hypertension, which means the blood pressure in the lungs is elevated. It’s a serious condition, but we’re doing everything we can to assess the extent and provide the best treatment.”

“N-No, oh God. My baby.” You felt your knees go weak, and you sank down against the wall, with more tears cascading down your cheeks like waterfall. The weight of the diagnosis was crushing, but the hardest part was realizing that this was something you had unknowingly passed on to Sachiro. The heart disease was inherited from you and had now manifested in your beloved son.

It’s my fault. It’s my fault!

The doctor placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “We’ll keep you updated as soon as we have more information. Please, try to stay calm, Y/N. It’s not best for your heart to panic right now. Sachiro is in good hands.”

You were unable to speak through the sobs that wracked your body. The hospital corridor felt endless, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt and helplessness that consumed you. You could feel all eyes on you, judging, harboring hatred, carrying deep-rooted resentment. You were torn apart by the knowledge that the very thing you had feared most was now a reality for your son.

“It’s… It’s my fault,” you sobbed, covering your face with your quivering hands, “This is all my fault. I gave it to Sachiro, I… I’m a terrible mother!”

Gen knelt beside you, her hands gripping your shoulders with a firm yet gentle touch. “Y/N, stop it. This is not your fault. You didn’t choose this for Sachiro.”

Your father, who had been pacing anxiously nearby, joined in. “Your sister’s right. You’re blaming yourself for something beyond your control. We’re all here for you. We’ll figure this out.”

But amidst your familial exchange, Satoru stood nearby, frozen and listless. His silence only added to the overwhelming distress. Was he also blaming you for what Sachiro was going through right now? Was he also angry at you for putting his son into this critical situation?

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the commotion—voice that was equally harsh and spiteful. It was Satoru’s mother, boring her fiery eyes into your skull as she opened her mouth. “That’s right! You’re self-aware, aren’t you?” she spat and stood rigidly, arms crossed defensively over her chest. “This is all your fault. You’re such an irresponsible mother! You can’t even take care of my grandson properly, and now you’ve passed your disease onto him!”

You looked up in shock, seeing Satoru’s mother standing there with a disdainful expression. The sting of her words felt like a knife twisting in your heart, because they were true. They were painful, yes, but they were true. And all you could do was lower yourself until you were sitting on your haunches, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“Excuse me?!” Gen stood up, her eyes blazing with anger that came from the deepest pits of hell. “You’re unbelievable, Auntie. How dare you speak to my sister like that! You have no right to blame her for this. I hope to God it was you in the ICU right now instead of Sachiro!”

“You…!”

Satoru’s mother raised a hand to slap Gen, but your father stepped forward, his face a mix of disbelief and indignation. “This is despicable. How can you stand here and say such things to someone who’s already suffering? Weren’t you friends with my wife once?”

Satoru, who had been standing still, suddenly moved with a menacing calm. His face was hard as stone, and his eyes narrowed in anger. What was scarier was him approaching his mother with a threatening stance. “Are you really this pathetic, mother?” Satoru questioned with a cold, cutting tone. “Do you get off on making Y/N suffer? Do you think you’ve gotten away with slapping her behind my back? You don’t get to blame Y/N for anything. Any fucking thing!”

His mother’s eyes widened in shock, but she tried to defend herself at the ruthless stance her son was carrying. All of you were stunned at the realization of how Satoru resembled his cruel father at that moment. “B-But Satoru, my son—”

“Shut up!” Satoru cut her off, his voice harsh and unforgiving, before he threw his cold knuckles against the hard surface of the concrete wall. “I don’t want to see your face ever again! Don’t consider yourself my mother any longer, you witch. You’ve lost that privilege.”

This took a wild turn, and hearing the brutality of Satoru’s words was like a thunderclap in the tense atmosphere. His mother’s face turned pale, her mouth opening and closing in shock as she struggled to respond.

“Get out of here,” Satoru commanded, his voice uncaring towards her. “Leave, and don’t ever come back. You’re nobody to me now.”

With that, Satoru’s mother turned and fled, stumbling down the corridor as if she was the victim in this situation. However, the tension in the air began to dissipate as soon as she left, leaving you, Satoru, Gen, and your father in a heavy silence. Only your sniffles could be heard.

Even Gen, who was often hostile around your ex-husband, had remained quiet and composed after she watched him take such drastic measures to keep his mother away.

Everyone was silent. Pure, unbothered silence until Satoru’s phone began to buzz loudly, cutting through the stillness of the hallway. For a moment, he closed his eyes, then he fished his phone out of his pocket where you caught a glimpse of the caller ID.

Akemi.

——

The ICU only allowed short visits and one person at a time, so there was no need for everyone to stay the night. You were the parent, you were the one responsible for your son’s situation, so you insisted it was best for your dad and Gen to go home and get some rest. You didn’t mind watching over your son for the whole night, because coming home without him was the last thing you would do right now.

My precious angel.

Sachiro lay in the hospital bed, his small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The doctors had managed to stabilize him for now, and the sight of his heart monitor showing a stable rhythm was a small comfort amidst the chaos.

Still, you sat by his bedside, mindful of your timed visit as your hands gently held his tiny ones, feeling the warmth of his small fingers. You glanced down at the medical report on your other hand, trying to make sense of the complex terms and figures.

The words blurred together as your tears fell silently onto the paper. “I’m sorry, baby.” He didn’t deserve this. He’s just a baby. “Mommy’s very sorry.”

You tried to stay strong, putting on a brave face for your son, but inside, you were falling apart. It was impossible not to blame yourself over this, wishing you could do more than just be present around him. This was the comeuppance of your own actions after you focused on your own emotions for the past few weeks to the point of neglecting your son’s wellbeing. If you had been more present in his life, if you had been more observant, you would have easily noticed the signs. Now, you allowed Satoru to find a flaw in your duty as a mother, and he could cite this very event as evidence to get full custody of him. That is, if he were to ever consider taking your son away from you.

But in the first place, he should be the last person to do that, because where exactly was he now?

Your thoughts kept drifting back to the earlier scene, where he excused to answer Akemi’s call, and later that night told you he had to leave and “check something” urgently. He promised he’d be back before midnight, but where was he?

Resentment began to fester within you.

You had been very perceptive of Akemi’s feelings, apologetic in the way you supposedly betrayed her, but the fact that she was still scrambling for Satoru’s attention in the midst of your son’s hospitalization was something you could never forgive her for.

And as for Sachiro’s father, how could he prioritize another woman when his own son was in such a critical state? The confusion of his actions was overwhelming. It felt like a cruel deja vu that, at a time when you needed him the most, he was choosing to be elsewhere. You could accept it if it was a choice between you and another woman, but between his son and her? His behavior was unacceptable, disgusting even, and it only served to deepen your grudge against him.

You clenched your fists, trying to push away the surge of anger that threatened to consume you after seeing that the disparity in his actions felt like both a betrayal and a slap to the face. Your poor son. You stared at Sachiro’s peaceful face and stroked his cheek. How could Satoru be so indifferent to his own flesh and blood?

The room was silent except for the soft beeping of the heart monitor and your quiet sobs. The situation was almost too much to bear, and your resentment towards Gojou grew heavier by the second. Each minute felt like a lifetime, and the emptiness left by his absence was a constant reminder that yet again he chose another woman over his own family.

It’s okay. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. I won’t leave you, Sachi. For Sachiro’s sake, you needed to find the strength to carry on, to be the mother he needed in this moment of crisis and never again failing to be there for your only child.

At exactly 10:30 pm, the nurse came in and told you visiting hours were over. You complied.

At 11:00 pm, Ian paid you a quick visit and talked to the nurses, perhaps giving them reminders to look after you.

At 12:00 am, you were alone again. Seated at one of the benches outside the ICU—sleepless, starving, and nauseous.

At 2:00 am, you remained in your seat despite the sterile smell of antiseptic mingling with your own discomfort. The flickering fluorescent lights above did little to help you get some proper sleep. The cold air-conditioning alao made you shiver slightly, hugging your own body to try and give yourself some warmth.

At 4:00 am, you awakened from the noise of the movements beside you. Realizing you had fallen asleep, you looked up and saw Satoru taking a seat to your left. His coat was draped over his arm, and he offered it to you.

“Are you cold?” he asked, his voice softer than usual, but you could see the bags under his eyes suggesting the sleepless nights he’d had for the past few days. “You can use my coat.”

You took the coat, but as you caught a whiff of it, a familiar scent of Akemi’s perfume lingered. Rose Prick by Tom Ford. It was a scent you’d come to recognize after your years of being her best friend, and it made your stomach turn slightly. Without any hesitation, you handed the coat back to him. “No, thank you. I’m fine,” you replied, avoiding his gaze. Looking into his eyes was the last thing you would do.

And you knew Satoru was sighing, but didn’t press the issue. “The nurse mentioned you haven’t eaten today.” He pulled out a small bag of assorted fruits, placing it gently on the seat between you. You eyed the offerings, feeling a pang of hunger but also a strange aversion. “I bought some fruit. Is there anything you like?”

You took a deep breath and broke the silence with a hint of sarcasm. “You’re really good at this, huh?”

“At what?” was his immediate question, puzzled.

“Hitting two birds with one stone.”

“Y/N…”

“Stop trying to take care of me,” you interrupted, your tone sharper than intended. “ I don’t need it.”

“But—”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “You can’t even be here for Sachi. You can’t even choose your son. He’s in a life and death situation and we’re still only receiving scraps of your attention.” It was the deep-seated grudge spilling out of you. “You’re so good at abandoning people, huh? Even though that’s what you hate the most. You’re so good at disappearing without even a text or call to check on me and our son. After that night at the cabin, you just…” you paused, realizing that you were opening too much of your heart to a man who didn’t deserve it. “Forget it. Just go home to Akemi. Live a happy life, build a family with her. Forget us. I don’t care. I’ll take care of Sachiro myself. I’ve done it for three years!”

“Y/N, I’m not trying to hurt you. I just…” Satoru fumbled for words, his somber blue eyes bearing the history of your shared heartbreak. It was as though the painful memories of your past were flooding his thoughts, seeking justification as to why he couldn’t pick you again this time. “I had to be there for her. She’s…”

You turned away before he could see your expression, because your heart was splintering at the thought of Satoru Gojou shattering it once more. As he always did. There seemed to be no end to this relentless heartbreak, as if any hope of a happy ever after with the man you loved would only return a pain that was a hundred times worse. Perhaps, this was destiny’s way of telling you that you and him weren’t meant to be. That any wishful thinking of being with Satoru again was only something that you could expect in another universe.

So, in your defense, you had to pull on a facade. A mask that you had to wear in the face of being the target of never-ending despair. “Satoru, I don’t want to talk about it,” you said firmly, concealing the raw ache in your voice with a smile. “And I don’t expect you to choose me every time. It’s okay. It’s happened before.”

“Can’t you see I’m hurting, too?” he asked, his voice breaking. Though you couldn’t see his face, the tremor in his voice revealed his struggle to hold back tears.

You couldn’t understand why he would be hurting with his decision. When faced with two crossroads, he always seemed to pick the path that led away from you. So instead of trying to comprehend his pain, you decided it was time to honor your own. For your sake. For Sachiro’s.

“Let’s just forget about that night,” you declared, wiping your eyes as you got up from your seat and prepared to walk away. “From this day forward, let’s pretend it never happened.”

——

Akemi’s apartment was dark when Satoru stepped inside.

And to be honest, the darkness was a relief. At least, she wouldn’t be able to see the lassitude etched on his face, not just from juggling his time between his son and her, but from the constant ache of hurting the person he loved.

Miscommunication is a couple’s greatest enemy, and the persistent disconnect between you two, coupled with the reluctance to clear things up, had worn Satoru down. He wanted to end this—the feeling of helplessness and the torment of seeing the woman he cared for caught in a labyrinth of despair.

The hospital visits to Sachiro alone had been a whirlwind of emotions and responsibilities, and this brief visit to Akemi felt like an unwelcome detour, but one he couldn’t avoid. Satoru knew his heart wanted to stay in the hospital with you, to wait for any updates on his son, to hold your hand and care for you, yet here he was, dragging his feet across the carpeted floors to approach Akemi.

“Hey.” She was sitting on the couch, looking frail but alert as if she had been desperately waiting on his arrival. She had recently started treatment for her stage 3 endometrial cancer, and Satoru could see the toll it was taking on her, physically and emotionally. He would be cruel to leave her hanging like this, to neglect her at her worst when she had been there by his side at his. Satoru had an unspoken accountability on her, because it wouldn’t be fair for him to just abandon her after she poured all her heart and soul into helping Gojou get back onto his own feet.

“Hey, ‘Kemi,” he said, his tone soft but distant. “Did you take your meds today?”

Akemi looked up at him, her eyes tired and heavy. “I did. I took them just like the doctor said. How’s Sachiro?”

Gojou’s expression tightened. “He’s holding steady at the moment.”

A heavy silence settled between them before Akemi broke the tension. “I’m glad he’s stable,” she said, quietly. “Are you okay?”

He nodded once, his mind already drifting back to the hospital. “Yeah. Listen, I need to head back soon. Nanami and Miwa will be alternating in looking after you from now on. They’ll make sure you’re okay while I’m dealing with Sachiro. I have to focus on my son.”

Akemi’s frail hand reached out to gently grip his arm, the other held her lower abdomen in pain. “Satoru, please don’t go just yet. Can’t you stay a little longer?”

Now’s not the time to feel guilty. It was either her or Sachiro. Her or his son. Gojou decided to pull his arm away gently, his gaze distant. “Sachiro needs me, Akemi. You know that.”

Akemi’s face fell, but she knew it would be ridiculous to argue over that. “No, I understand. I get that. I want you to focus on Sachi, too. I just wish—” Before she could finish, her voice faltered, and she looked up at him with a hesitant gaze. “Satoru, do you regret that I took you back even if you cheated on me?”

The question caught him off guard, and Satoru’s blue eyes narrowed as he processed her words. He had been so focused on his responsibilities and the immediate crisis that he hadn’t given much thought to their ‘relationship’. All he knew was when he showed up at her doorstep back at the cabin, he was only going to try and end things with her. He was only going to clarify the longstanding feelings you and him poured out to each other that night, which was why he ended up sleeping with his ex-wife. But because Akemi suffered at the time, because her pelvic pain worsened to the point of an emergency, he had to hold back and just take care of her in the weeks that passed. He was caged in this situation like a prisoner who was found guilty for the crimes he had committed.

Just be honest, Satoru. Disregard everything else and just be honest. Satoru believed it was about time he stood his ground no matter the consequences. “You can’t take me back if we’re not together, ‘Kemi,” he breathed out those words, reticent on hurting her with the truth. If she would lash out on him, throw a vase on his head, slam a book on his face—he wouldn’t mind. He was ready to accept all the violence he deserved from being an asshole. “You knew from the start that this, us, was only temporary. It was never supposed to be serious.”

Her expressions turned doleful. “Then, in that case, did you at least…” Tears welled up in her eyes as she she paused, “Did you at least love me?”

“I just… I never saw it that way, Akemi.” Satoru’s honesty would destroy her, but he didn’t want to keep on sending out false hopes. He had to be firm, and while he was grateful for everything she did for him, that doesn’t mean he owed her his life and loyalty. In the first place, he warned her that he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship. And God, he was far from ready to even settle down, yet Akemi constantly hinted at wanting to tie the knot with him. Again and again did she mention the thought of a wedding and a child and her own family.

Satoru wanted all those things too, but with another person in mind. He was only set on having those things with one woman.

Akemi’s face paled upon hearing his answer and the fact that he didn’t even bother to explain himself. “I see. I guess I needed to hear that.”

Gojou looked at her with a mix of regret and sympathy. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you like this, I really do.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

It definitely wasn’t fine, but Satoru had to take her word for it as he got out from the couch and gave her a gentle pat on the head. “I have to go. Nanami will be here soon. Please make sure to follow the treatment plan and take care of yourself.”

Akemi nodded, though her gaze remained fixed on the floor, unable to meet his eyes. “Alright. I’ll see him when he gets here.”

As Gojou turned to leave, he felt a pang of guilt twisting deep in his gut but pushed it aside. He was a father first before anything else. Sachiro would always be his first and foremost priority amongst everything else.

——

After leaving Akemi’s place, Satoru was driving his car into the evening air beyond the speed limit. And his mind was racing together with him as he thought of you, your son, and the myriad of emotions he was struggling to manage. He couldn’t wait to be home, not literally at his own place, but anywhere with you and his son was his definition of home.

It would be diabolical for him to run into your arms and yell, ‘I’m free! We can be together again!’ No, that would be cruel and disgusting. He respected Akemi just as he respected you. It was himself that he couldn’t respect, because he was the one responsible for the mess that he created. And adding Sachiro’s critical condition on top of the already festering wounds in your relationship? It truly was the manifestation of karma in his actions.

His footsteps bounced through the hospital corridors the moment he arrived, each impatient step was ready to see your face and tell you he would never leave you and Sachiro now. But as he neared the pediatric ICU, his eyes darted around, the sight of his ex-wife was nowhere to be found. And instinctively, his heart pounded in his chest, and a drum of panic seemed to warn him of a storm that was about to come. Something was off, and it scared him.

“Nurse,” he called out, his voice edged with urgency as he approached their station. “Where’s my wife? The boy’s mother?”

The nurse looked up, recognizing the infamous CEO’s face. “Uh, Mr. Gojou, she was heading to the rooftop, I think.”

“What?!” he unintentionally yelled at her face, “Why didn’t you guys keep an eye on her?”

“Sir, calm down. She’s probably going to get some fresh air.”

A cold chill ran down his spine. You were definitely not there for that.

Without another word, he sprinted towards the stairs, taking them two at a time instead of waiting at an elevator together with a group of people. He had to get to you as soon and as fast as he could without another second to waste. Although the climb felt endless, his mind racing with fear and dread was the push he needed to finally reach you.

And upon bursting through the door to the rooftop, he was met with the soft whisper of the evening wind and the heart-stopping sight of you standing perilously close to the edge.

“Y/N!” he called out, his voice breaking with desperation. “Don’t do this. Please, step back.”

You stood motionless, eyes fixed on the distant horizon, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of sorrow. “The world hates me, Satoru,” you whispered, the mellow tone of your voice carried away by the wind. “I’m a burden to everyone, even my own child. I-I just… I want to end it all.”

“No!” Satoru’s heart shattered at your words while he moved closer, his hands outstretched and careful not to startle or provoke you. He was dying to have you in his arms and keep you safe. “Y/N, please. Come back. What about Sachi? What about me? We need you. Sachiro needs you. I need you.”

What exactly made you go here? How did thoughts of ending yourself suddenly come into fruition? Was there something you discovered that brought you to this ultimatum? Gojou was desperate, utterly desperate, to hear what was running through your mind so that he could at least ease the burden that you were carrying all by yourself. He was once in the position where he wanted to commit too, and he knew the temptation that came with permanently escaping the cruelty of the world in just a single action.

“Y/N, please. Please, I’m begging. Come to me,” he rattled on in a suffocating whisper, the pleading in his voice was heavy, “Please. I love you. Only you.”

It was when you turned around that Gojou’s world collapsed, and the words you said after had shattered his entire universe.

They were still.

You.

And the wind.

“I’m pregnant,” you finally confessed, voice cracking as you looked at the faint tears that fell from Satoru’s eyes. “I don’t wanna have this baby.”

#series: sincerely yours #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo angst #gojo x reader

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J’adore

⤿ Satoru Gojo × reader

summary, “her world turned upside down when her boss announced that he was the father of her unborn child. As she navigates her new life as a wife and mother, she finds herself falling for her husband's best friend, Suguru Geto. But is it love she feels? or just a desperate attempt to be noticed by someone other than her husband..”

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, violence.

Genre; angst, infidelity, jik, Gojou × reader, modern au!, business au!

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it felt like a fever dream.

Your thoughts were racing as you sat there staring at the positive pregnancy test. You never imagined that a casual fling with your boss, Gojo, would result in this. You were filled with a mix of emotions - fear, confusion, and excitement all at once. You knew you had to tell Gojo, but the thought of his reaction scared you.

Would he be angry? Would he want you to keep the baby? These questions filled your mind as you tried to figure out the best course of action. Ultimately, the decision was yours to make and you knew it wouldn't be an easy one.

"Fuck." Grabbing a piece of toilet paper, you wrapped the positive pregnancy test and shoved it inside your pant pockets.

Immediately washing your hand, you exited the restroom to face your dear friend and co-worker. With her back against the wall, you could see her biting her nails in anticipation.

You could tell she knew something was wrong, as she anxiously asked, "What's going on?"

Taking a deep breath, you slowly let out, "I'm pregnant." As the words sank in, you could see the shock and worry on your friend's face.

You knew this wasn't the ideal situation, but you also knew that you had a supportive friend by your side. Her eyes widened in shock, and she slowly began to walk towards you. She looked at you with a mix of surprise and concern, her mouth agape as she tried to process the news.

You could tell she was trying to find the right words to say, but in the end, all she could manage was a quiet, "Oh."

"I'm sorry, I can't believe this," she gasped, her eyes filled with worry.

"What are you going to do?" You shook your head, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain.

"I have no idea," you replied honestly. "I wasn't planning on this."

Your friend placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We'll figure it out together," she said with a reassuring smile. "You don't have to go through this alone." Grateful for her support, you took another deep breath and nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the fear and uncertainty. You began walking back towards the office while everyone was in lunch.

As an employee at the national elect industries estate that the Gojo's had owned, you were fortunate enough to work closely with Satoru Gojo, one of the most well-known and influential CEOs in all of Tokyo. Witnessing his leadership style first-hand, you found him to be an inspiring and motivating leader who always pushed his team to reach their full potential. Despite being just one of the many employees in the building, you felt valued and appreciated under Satoru Gojo's leadership. His positive and encouraging attitude made it a pleasure to work in the office and you always felt inspired after a conversation with him. It was an honor to be a part of the team.

Unfortunately everyone knew that Satoru was a sex hungry man. All he needed to do was just point at a woman and they would come running to him because everyone knew he was the most attractive man in the building. However, Satoru was not looking for love. He was focused on his career and was determined to be successful. No matter how many women tried to win his heart, he kept his eyes on the prize and refused to be distracted.

"Y/N." Seeing the tall white haired male you immediately grabbed the report you stayed up all night redoing.

Your heart raced as you walked towards him, clutching the report tightly in your hands. You could feel the sweat in your palms as you nervously approached the tall white-haired man. Despite your anxiety, you stood up straight and confidently handed over the report, hoping it would impress him.

You were relieved when he smiled at you, and you managed to smile back handing him the report you had worked so hard on all night.

"Here you go Mr. Gojo, I also decided to put the sales graph from last weeks advertisement," you said with a sense of accomplishment.

As he glanced through the report, you couldn't help but feel proud of your hard work.

You stood there, watching him walk away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and regret. If only things were different, if only you could share the news of your pregnancy with him. But you knew it was better this way, to keep your distance and avoid any potential complications.

You couldn't help but wonder what his reaction would have been, and if his parents would have accepted you and your child. But ultimately, you knew that this was the best decision for everyone involved. With a heavy heart, you turned and walked away, knowing that your secret would remain just that - a secret.

Despite your admiration for Satoru, you couldn't help but feel inferior to him. Being considered a low life and not as successful as him only added to this feeling. Your dad owned a small restaurant down the street where the building was, while Satoru's family lived in a lavish mansion. You were just a commoner and Satoru was like a prince. You had grown up in a small town, and Satoru had grown up in a wealthy family.

The differences in class between the two of you were stark and you were constantly reminded of your social status. You knew that his family wouldn't approve of the two of you together, and deep down, you knew that your relationship was doomed from the start.

"We should go eat, it's on me since your eating for two." Grabbing your arm she held it, you both walked towards the lunch area where the food was at.

Seeing the rest of the workers in the building you wondered who else Satoru had sex with. Knowing you weren't the only one because he once had a long lasting hookup with one of his secretaries but once his dad found out he fired her.

You were feeling uneasy knowing Satoru's history with other women. He was a notorious playboy, always looking for a new conquest. You couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were. He had always been kind to you, but that could easily change if he got bored.

Despite your doubts, you couldn't help but be drawn to him, his charisma and charm were hard to resist. But you also knew that getting involved with someone like him could lead to heartbreak and disappointment. It was a risky game to play, and you weren't sure if you were willing to take that chance.

"Y/N?" Tilting her head you could see that Utahime was waiting for you to come back to reality.

Nosing you sat down with her, feeling overwhelmed by the thought of raising this child alone. However, you knew that you were strong and capable, and you were determined to give your child the best life possible.

You looked into Utahime's eyes and saw a reflection of your own sadness. You knew that she was feeling your pain and loneliness, and that you were in this together. You sighed and steeled yourself for the difficult road ahead, but with Utahime by your side, you knew you could make it through.

"Can you order me a sandwich please? I'm too tired to go," you said, feeling exhausted from the long day.

With a nod, Utahime quickly got up and left you alone at the table. As you took out your phone, you hesitated before texting Satoru. You knew he had a right to know about the child.

Taking a deep breath, you type out a message to Satoru:

"I need to tell you something."

After sending the message, you lean back in your chair and wait. You feel a mixture of emotions and fear of how he will react. You immediately got a text back. Surprised to see that Satoru would reply to you during a meeting.

The message said:

"What is it? I'm in a meeting right now but I can talk later."

You took a deep breath, relieved that he isn't mad and that you can talk to him later. You respond with a short message:

"Well, if that's the case, we can talk later then."

This way, you can both have some time to calm down and approach the conversation with a cooler head. Plus, it's always better to discuss important matters in person rather than over text.

"Here," handing you the delicious sandwich you've been craving all day, you took a bite. As you bit into the sandwich, the flavor of the freshly baked bread and the savory combination of ingredients made your mouth water.

The juicy tomatoes, crisp lettuce, and perfectly seasoned meat all came together in a burst of flavor that satisfied your hunger and left you wanting more. You couldn't help but savor each bite, enjoying every last morsel of this delectable sandwich.

"Mm! This is so good." Smiling she drank her coke gazing at you while you devoured the food like if you hadn't ate in weeks.

You were so focused on the food that you almost forgot about the conversation you two were having. You looked up and met her gaze, and you both shared a laugh. She said, "You really are enjoying that, aren't you?" You smiled and nodded, taking another bite.

"Mm... did you see that the secretary that Gojo supposedly had a thing with is back?" she asked you,pausing mid-bite.

"She's back...?" After nodding, you couldn't help but wonder why she returned.

The last thing you remembered was her getting completely humiliated by Satoru's father in front of the entire office.

"I heard supposedly he gave her a check of one million dollars to leave the boss alone. God I hate him." Utahime rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her drink.

You couldn't understand why Utahime harbored such strong dislike for Satoru. Maybe there was more to their relationship than meets the eye.

"Why do you hate him so much?" you asked her, curious. Utahime sighed and shook her head.

"It's not important," she said. "But I can't stand people who use their money to get away with anything. It's just not fair. It creates an unequal playing field and allows those with wealth to escape consequences for their actions, while others are held accountable. It perpetuates systemic inequality and injustice."

You could also agree with that, paying someone to leave their loved one is such a dick move. Before you knew it everyone was already finished with their lunch except for you and Utahime. You looked around the canteen and saw that everyone was watching you and Utahime, with some of them grinning and whispering to each other.

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you, and you quickly finished your lunch while Utahime still calmly ate her food.

"Let's go, I don't want to get in trouble," you whispered urgently to your friend.

You both stood up and quickly made your way back to the office where everyone else had gone to work. Utahime gave you a questioning look, but understanding the situation, she quickly followed you out of the canteen. You were careful to avoid contact with anyone as you walked back to the office, feeling like all eyes were on you.

As soon as you arrived, you quickly darted to your desk and started to work, trying to distract yourself from the embarrassment you felt. Despite your efforts, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being judged and the fear of getting in trouble for your actions.

You opened the first document and started typing, your fingers hitting the keys in a steady rhythm. However, as you continued typing, you realized that finishing the reports quickly would not solve the underlying issue that had been weighing on your mind.

You knew that you would still have to confront Satoru and address the problem head-on, no matter how much you wanted to escape from it. You took a deep breath and focused on completing the reports, determined to face the challenges ahead with a clear mind and a proactive attitude.

As much as you dreaded it, you knew it was unavoidable. You had been working late nights for weeks now and the stress was starting to take its toll. You felt exhausted and overwhelmed by the amount of work you had to do in such a short amount of time. You just wanted to take a break and relax, not have to deal with yet another deadline.

The pressure to come up with new ideas for the company to expand in the east coast was daunting and you were running out of creative energy.

You could say your position was important but it wasn't that much compared to what other people did. You wanted to be one of the members who would attend the meeting and present your own ideas without getting everything stolen from you. You had a role in the company, but your contributions were often overlooked or overshadowed.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment and frustration. Wanting to be able to make meaningful contributions to the team in meetings and have your ideas taken seriously, but you knew you were far from that, especially now that you were carrying his child.

You wondered if Satoru's family would also give you a check to disappear, to act like you never had anything with Gojo. It was a harsh reality to face, but you refused to let it stop you from achieving your goals and proving your worth.

You thought of all the different scenarios that could happen, you felt helpless. You had come to the office to gain experience and learn from the best. But now you were in a situation you hadn't anticipated and you didn't know how to handle it.

You wished you had someone to talk to and get advice from, but you knew none of your colleagues could understand what you were going through. You had feelings of insecurity and fear. You were scared of being judged and looked down on by Satoru's family and his colleagues.

You felt that you weren't good enough, and that you didn't have the skills or the knowledge to make meaningful contributions. You were worried that if you stayed, you would be seen as a burden and a nuisance, and that your ideas would be dismissed.

"Y/N, sir Gojo is requesting your presence in his office." You were startled by the voice of the secretary, who you had only heard about before. Her beauty was even more striking in person - her long black hair cascading down her back and her piercing green eyes seeming to see right through you. Her pale complexion and rosy lips added to her ethereal appearance.

"Yes," you replied, feeling a bit flustered by her beauty. You followed her down the hallway to Gojo's office, admiring her graceful walk. She opened the door and motioned for you to enter, giving you a gentle smile before she closed the door behind you.

Looking out the window Satoru had his hands in his pockets. Snapping his head towards the door when he saw you enter. He smiled before walking towards you. His tall figure hovering over you. You hadn't realized despite your height, Satoru was super tall. You stepped back in surprise, taken aback by his sudden proximity, and your eyes widened as you looked up into his face.

His kind eyes twinkling and his lips curling into a warm smile. For a moment, you were lost in the moment, unable to remember why you had come.

"What did you want to talk about?" asked Satoru as you walked into boss's office. Grabbing his remote, he clicked a button and the window blinds slowly descended, providing more privacy in the office. He sat down and motioned for you to do the same.

You waited patiently for the right words, as he wondered what could be so important that they needed privacy.

Your mind was racing with all the possible outcomes, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. You fiddled with your hands, trying to calm your nerves, and felt the weight of the situation bearing down on you.

Would he support your decision? Would he be angry? Would he even want to be a part of this? The uncertainty and fear were almost suffocating. You mustered up the courage to meet his gaze, hoping for some sign of reassurance. But his expression remained stoic, leaving you to wonder what he was thinking.

You hesitated, unsure of what to say. You knew Satoru didn't love you, to him you were just a one night stand. But you couldn't keep living in doubt, you had to tell him the truth.

A one night stand that screwed up and didn't use a after pill. You knew that the next few words that were going to leave your mouth was going to devastate Gojo. Maybe even ruin his life. But still, you wanted to know the truth, no matter how much it hurt. You felt like you were caught between a rock and a hard place. Gojo was so kind to you and you had grown to care for him deeply.

But on the other hand, Satoru was the father of your unborn child. You were unsure of what to do and what would be the right thing for everyone involved. You felt helpless and scared.

Despite the fact that you wanted to tell Gojo the truth, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You couldn't bear the thought of hurting him, knowing that the truth would have a devastating effect on him. You felt that it was better to keep him in the dark and live with the regret of your decision.

He was visibly anxious as he waited for you to explain the situation. His brow was furrowed and his mouth was set in a tight line. He clasped his hands together, as if in prayer, and waited for you to break the silence. Staring at him you could tell he was concerned as to why you weren't speaking.

His blue eyes stared back at you waiting for you to tell him the news. You were hesitant to tell him the truth, but you knew you had to. Taking a deep breath, you slowly began to explain the situation. You could feel your heart racing as you spoke, and you could tell his expression was slowly changing as he heard the news.

You took a deep breath and finally spoke, "I'm pregnant." Satoru's face turned to shock and then anger, "You're lying," he spat. You knew this was going to be difficult, but you had to do what was best for you and your child.

"Im not lying," You said back. He was speechless, his mind trying to process what he heard. He was frozen in place, not knowing what to say or do. He was in a state of disbelief, struggling to comprehend the news. Finally, he managed to speak, his voice barely above a whisper, "Are you sure?"

His heart was pounding in his chest, as he waited for the answer. He felt like the room was spinning, the world around him a blur. He was filled with fear and disbelief, as he tried to piece together what he had heard.

His heart raced as he waited for a response. He had never expected to hear this, and he felt a sudden wave of shock and confusion wash over him. He felt like he was stuck in a dream, unable to move or think clearly.

"Yes, here," you said, taking out the small piece of toilet paper and unwrapping it, revealing the positive pregnancy test. Satoru's eyes widened as he grabbed it, shock and disbelief washing over his face as he tried to process the news that would forever change his life.

He couldn't believe that he was going to be a father, and the thought of all the responsibilities and sacrifices that came with it was overwhelming.

His face fell and he stared at you in shock before his emotions turned to anger. "How could you be so careless? Do you know what this means?" he yelled.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. You knew this was going to change everything and it was a difficult situation to be in. You couldn't help but feel guilty for causing this turmoil but you also knew that the truth had to come out.

With a heavy heart, you averted your gaze, unable to face the man in front of you. "I understand the gravity of this situation, and I know that I am not from the same social status as you. If you think it's best for me to leave and raise our child on my own, then I will do so."

He put a hand on his mouth before rubbing it on his chin. "Shit," he muttered.

You could tell he didn't want this pregnancy as much as you didn't want it. "But you took the morning after pill?" he questioned, staring right at you with concern in his eyes.

Despite his hesitation, you knew he would support you no matter what decision you made.

"I did," you lied, feeling a knot form in your stomach. "But it wasn't 100% effective." You both knew the risks, but neither of you expected it to happen.

“What do we do now?" you asked, looking at him for guidance.

"I don't know," he sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "Maybe we should consider all of our options." You knew what he meant, but you weren't sure if you were ready to make that decision.

"I'll arrange a meeting with my parents as soon as possible and we can discuss what we'll do then. But... how far along are you?" Gazing at Satoru, you could see the doubt and suspicion in his eyes.

He didn't trust you and it was understandable. You couldn't blame him for thinking you might be using this pregnancy to ruin his life. But deep down, you knew the truth - that you could possibly be carrying his child, and that thought alone scared you.

"I don't know what you think of me, Satoru, but I'm not here to ruin your life," you said.

"I'm not sure how far along I am, but I do know that I'm pregnant, and that's why I'm here. I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, I just wanted you to know the truth and I thought it would be better to do this in person."

“Despite the potential challenges and complications, I am committed to taking responsibility for my pregnancy and raising our child. I understand that this may not have been part of our plans, but I believe we can work something out.” Satoru looked at you with a mix of shock and confusion.

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He just stared at you in disbelief, not knowing what to say. Finally, he managed to stutter out a few words. "Are you sure you want to keep it?”

"Yes i am, if you want me to I will raise this child but I need you to be here. My kid, our kid. Its not going to live without a father." Satoru could see the determination in your eyes. Clenching your fists you wanted for his answer in anticipation

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair before turning to you. His eyes were heavy with emotion as he finally spoke.

"Yes, I'll stay. I promise. I'll be here for us and for our child." He got up and reached out, taking your hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze.

It was a difficult decision, but you knew that the potential benefits for the child far outweighed the risk of getting your heart broken. You were determined to make sure that Satoru saw the potential of being a father and the positive impact he could have on the child's life.

You were willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that this child had a loving and involved father figure, even if it meant facing rejection or heartache. In the end, the well-being and happiness of the child was your top priority.

"For now I want you to stay here until I'm done with my last meeting then we can head out and go to my parents mansion." You knew how much it meant for his parents to know about this. To be honest, you were so fucking scared right now.

You knew that this was not going to be easy, not just because of the child growing inside you, but because of the potential backlash from Satoru's parents. You were fully aware of the cultural and societal differences between your backgrounds and how it could be perceived by his family. Despite your fears and concerns, you nodded and agreed to his request, determined to make it work and put on a brave face. With a deep breath, you tried to calm your nerves and prepare yourself for the challenges ahead.

Closing the door behind him just like that Satoru went to another meeting leaving you with your thoughts. While you were grappling with these thoughts, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and guilt. The image of Satoru with his secretary kept replaying in your mind, making you question your own feelings and actions.

Would it be right to sabotage their relationship for your own selfish desires? These moral dilemmas left you feeling conflicted and unsure of how to proceed. As you sat alone in the office, you couldn't help but wonder if things would ever be the same between you and Satoru.

You felt a pang of guilt and sadness as you tried to push away the thought and focus on the task at hand. Closing your eyes you decided to lay down on the small sofa that Satoru had in his office.

Putting a hand on top of your stomach you couldn't really feel anything. You knew you were at least a few weeks pregnant. You stayed in that position for a few minutes, feeling the warmth of the sunrays coming through the window and calming your body. You felt safe and secure and couldn't help but smile, as you thought about the life that was growing inside of you.

You stayed there, eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun and the comfort of the sofa, as your mind wandered through the possibilities of the future. You just wanted to savor the moment, to make sure you could remember it forever. You had taken the pregnancy test several times, but it was still hard to believe that you were actually going to have a baby.

You had so many questions - you were wondering if the baby was the size of a bean or if it was even smaller than that. You were filled with a mix of emotions - from excitement to fear. You were going to become a mom. Wondering how you were going to explain to your father that you got pregnant by your bosses you couldn't help but let out a sigh. You knew things were going to get more complicated now.

You had always been taught to do the right thing and you knew this was the wrong thing to do. You wanted to do the right thing and take responsibility for your actions but you were afraid of what your father's reaction would be. He had always been so strict and you knew he wouldn't approve of this situation. You felt so helpless and confused.

You were already in a difficult situation, having to work for a man that you felt attracted to and now being pregnant with his child. You felt lost as to how you were going to explain this to your father. What would he think of you? How would you even begin to explain what had happened?

“Oh yeah dad! I thought my boss was super hot and I slept with him and guess what? I'm pregnant!” Sarcastically you let out another sigh. You really screwed up this time. You shook your head and let out a deep sigh. You had just been telling your father about the problems you were having at work, and now this. You knew your dad was going to be disappointed in you. You could already hear the lecture he was going to give you.

However, you knew that you had to take responsibility for your actions and face the consequences. You hoped that your father would understand and support you, but you also knew that you needed to learn from this mistake and make better choices in the future.

You couldn't even tell your mother because she had died when you were born. Never being able to be raised with a mother figure you were all alone im this situation. You covered your face with your arm. Trying your best to forget about everything and just go to sleep.

Maybe a nap would help you process everything and get you in a better mood. You had so much on your mind and felt so alone. You had no one to talk to, no one to turn to. You wanted someone to just listen, someone who could understand what you were going through and be there for you. But there was no one, and you had to find a way to cope with your emotions on your own.

"How long was I out?" you groaned as you rubbed your eyes, still trying to wake up.

You were surprised to see Satoru standing there, wearing his casual black glasses and with his suitcase next to him. It was clear that everyone had already left the building and it was just the two of you. "Did I oversleep?" you asked.

With a deep sigh, you slowly stood up from the comfortable embrace of the sofa. You felt a dull ache throughout your body, as if you had been in the same position for hours. You reached up and rubbed your forehead, trying to ease the tension. Taking a deep breath, you rubbed one of your eyes with your other hand, blinking away the sleepiness.

Realizing that you must have been asleep for a while. Satoru replied , "Not too long, just a couple of hours. You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you up." You were grateful for his thoughtfulness and couldn't help but smile back at him.

“You were asleep for three hours." Helping you up Satoru offered his hand. Taking it you thanked him silently before taking all of your stuff and leaving his office.

You checked the time on your phone and realized it was already past midnight. You had slept for the past three hours while Satoru was patiently watching you from his chair. You were embarrassed but grateful for his understanding and kindness. You thanked him as you gathered your things and made your way out of his office.

You walked outside into the parking lot, as you sat inside the luxurious Mercedes Benz, you couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Satoru barely acknowledged your presence as he started the car and drove towards his parents' mansion. It was clear that he was more focused on his own comfort and status, rather than making you feel welcome. Despite the extravagant surroundings, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

You took out your phone, your fingers gently tapping on the screen trying to send a text to your dad. Letting him know you might come home later than usual as you were going to meet Satorus parents. As you typed out the message, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. You couldn't resist the curiosity and ended up searching for Satoru's lover on Instagram. You typed her name into the search bar multiple times until you finally found her profile. As you clicked on it, you discovered that her name was "Asami Oba."

As you scrolled through her photos, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She seemed to have a perfect life - traveling to exotic locations, attending luxurious events, and surrounded by beautiful people. You couldn't believe Satoru was dating someone like her. It made you question your own self-worth and wonder what he saw in her that he didn't see in you. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but continue scrolling through her profile, torturing yourself with images of their seemingly happy relationship.

However, it still bothered you to see the pictures of Asami and Satoru together. You couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal, even though you knew she had nothing to do with the reason why he slept with you. It was a constant reminder that you were the other woman, and that their relationship was still going strong while you were left to deal with the aftermath. It made your stomach turn every time you saw one of their pictures with a caption that said "with my love."

The picture that stood out the most was undoubtedly the one featuring them in the Eiffel Tower. The breathtaking view of the iconic landmark served as a backdrop, capturing their joy and creating a lasting memory of their trip to Paris.

As you watched Satoru lost in his thoughts, you couldn't help but wonder about the consequences that would arise once his lover discovered the truth about your pregnancy. The situation seemed to hang in the air, heavy with uncertainty and potential conflict.

What felt like forever finally had come to an end, you couldn't help but feel out of place as you stepped out of the car. The house was even more luxurious than you had imagined, the expensive cars and perfectly manicured lawns. Satoru's parents were known for their wealth and you couldn't shake off the feeling that you didn't belong there. You knew Satoru's parents were going to judge you for not dressing more formally, but you were too exhausted from work to change.

"Listen Y/N," he said before ringing the doorbell. His expression suddenly changed, as if a wave of desperation had washed over him. His eyes were pleading, his hands trembling.

"I'm warning you my family is very old fashioned," licking his lips, that's all he said before ringing the doorbell.

You could practically hear your heartbeat, feeling as if your heart was going to jump out of your body. As you nervously waited for the door to open, you couldn't help but wonder what kind of traditional customs and expectations his family might have. Would they approve of your relationship? Would they expect you to conform to their beliefs? The unknown made your stomach churn with anxiety.

As the door swung open, a small click sound could be heard. A man, who looked identical to Satoru but slightly older, stood in the doorway. He quickly glanced at his son before his eyes landed on you. Raising an eyebrow, he muttered a few words under his breath, "Oh god, your mother is going to be ballistic."

"Father, please." pleaded Satoru as he held onto your hand, almost crushing.

"Please come in, it's a pleasure to meet you. My wife is in the living room, so please have a seat there." Said Satoru's father, gesturing towards the living room. He was a tall and imposing man, his deep voice echoing through the spacious hallway. You couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated as you followed him inside.

The intricate details, luxurious furnishings, and spacious layout of the Gojo mansion left you in awe. It was everything you would expect from a wealthy family's home. As you walked through the halls, admiring the lavish decor and elegant architecture, you couldn't help but utter a soft "Wow" under your breath. While you may have seen similar houses before, there was something about the design of this one that was truly impeccable and breathtaking.

As you sat on the silky white couch, you were met with Satoru's mother's gaze. It was intense and piercing, making you feel uncomfortable and self-conscious. She seemed to be silently judging you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and inadequacy under her scrutiny. You shifted nervously, unsure of how to react or what to say to break the tension.

"What's your name?" her strong voice practically echoed. Despite her age, she was still stunning, with striking features and an air of elegance.

"Y/N, it's lovely to meet you, Mrs. Gojo." You replied with a warm smile, trying to make her feel welcome and at ease.

"So, what business do you have with my son?" she asked, her tone icy and unwelcoming. "To be more specific, what do you want from him?" Her sharp gaze bore into you, daring you to give her an answer she didn't want to hear.

"Mom," he said, avoiding eye contact with his mother. "She's pregnant and the child is mine." Her gaze softened as she laid her eyes on Satoru, her future grandchild. She could see the worry and fear in her son's eyes.

"Are you sure it's your child?" She questioned, looking you up and down before sighing. Her disbelief was evident as she struggled to accept the news. Doubt and confusion filled her mind, unsure of how to react to this unexpected information. She took a deep breath before finally asking, "How can you be sure?"

"I'm not convinced that you are the father," she questioned, eyeing you up and down before letting out a sigh.

"Mom, she's the only woman I've slept with in a while. Please," he pleaded.

"Do you have anything to say to that?" she asked, her eyes fixed on Satoru's father who wore a disappointed expression. His son had made a mistake and it was clear that he was struggling to come to terms with it. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and it was clear that he had nothing to say in response.

"As long as it wasn't Asami," he said, your heart broke at the mention of his lover's name.

"I totally forgot about that girl," said his mother, chuckling at the memory of her. "She was so pretty, but unfortunately her background was not so great."

The atmosphere in the room changed as soon as her name was mentioned, satoru shifted his weight uncomfortably and it was clear that her presence had a profound effect on him. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and longing when her name was brought up.

Memories of their time together flooded his mind, causing him to nervously bite his lip. He knew he should move on, but the thought of her still had a hold on him.

"Well since you two are over here fucking and populating the earth like little bunnies, it's time for you to take responsibility for your actions," she said sternly as she interlocked her hands together. "I want you two to get married and commit to raising this child together." Her tone was serious and determined as she laid out her expectations for the young couple.

"Mother, I don't even know her that well, let alone love her," you side eyed Satory, seeing his eyes widen at the mention of marriage. You could tell he was visibly frustrated and not ready for such a commitment. It was clear that he needed more time to get to know this person before even considering marriage.

"You know her well enough to have sex with her, please Satoru, you're grown now." Shaking her head, she got up, "and I expect the marriage to be soon. Don't you know how ruined your reputation would be if they found out you got some lowlife pregnant?" she yelled.

"But Mother," Satoru pleaded, "I don't think I'm ready for marriage yet." His mother's face softened as she let out a sigh.

"I know, but it's important for our family's reputation. You know how strict society can be with these things." Satoru hung his head, knowing that he couldn't argue with his mother's logic.

This turn of events was completely unexpected for you. Marriage was never a part of your plans, and you never would have imagined that his mother would actually want you to marry her son instead of getting rid of you.

"I want you to be moved in his house by tomorrow," She said, her voice filled with anger as she glared at you. Satoru's father stood up and gently grabbed his wife's shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Let's go now, you know how you get with these things," He said, leading her away from the situation. It was clear that their heated argument was not something to be taken lightly.

You couldn't believe how quickly she had dismissed you and Satoru from her house. Your mind was racing with questions and confusion from the confrontation you had just witnessed.

Satoru held his head low, not wanting to look at you anymore. "Fuck," he mutterd between his breath. Satoru's expression was cold and distant, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of fear. You knew he was capable of hurting you, and it seemed like he was about to.

"Gojo," You said timidly, hoping to break through to him. But before you could finish, he roughly pushed you towards the car. You stumbled, your heart racing as you realized that you were completely at his mercy.

"What did I do wrong?" you asked, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Why did you have to get pregnant and not her?" He spat at your face, and you couldn't help but feel like it was somehow your fault. Despite the hormones coursing through your body, you couldn't hold back the tears any longer and you broke down in sobs.

You stood there, stunned by his words. You couldn't believe he would say something like that, especially when you were carrying his child. The tears welled up in your eyes, and you didn't know if it was the hormones or if it was just you feeling completely overwhelmed and hurt by his words. How could he be so heartless and insensitive?

"I didn't think this would happen..." You replied, your voice trembling with nervousness. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, your gaze dropping to the floor. Your stomach was in knots and you couldn't help but swallow nervously, unsure of what to do or say next.

"Fuck!" He yelled, frustration evident in his voice as he passed his hand through his hair in exasperation.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" He yelled, frustration evident in his voice as he ran his hand through his hair in exasperation.

"Gojo, please." You pleaded, desperately clinging to his arm. But he forcefully pushed you away, his expression hard and unyielding. It was clear he did not want to be bothered, and you could feel your heart sinking with each step he took away from you.

"Get in the car Y/N," he said urgently, "I'm taking you home with me. I'll ask someone to get your things." Your heart dropped at his words. You knew you weren't even allowed to go home, to see your father. The thought of leaving him alone by himself was almost too much to bear.

"But Satoru, my father," you said, protesting as you opened the car door and sat inside. You were hesitant to leave without saying goodbye to your father, but Satoru urged you to hurry as the car started to pull away from his parents house.

"I don't care about your father, you're my soon-to-be wife. You will listen to me, Y/n." His eyebrows furrowed, he sped up.

You looked away and just stared at the window. Watching as you passed by buildings. The moon had come out, shinning down on you. You wondered if maybe life would be better if you got to be the moon - free to shine and roam the sky without anyone trying to control or dictate your every move. But the reality was that you were stuck in this car, with a person who didn't value your thoughts or feelings. You wished you could escape, but you knew that marrying him would only trap you further.

It seemed so peaceful and distant, away from all the conflict and tension happening in your relationship. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards the moon, longing for its serenity. But as you looked back at your fiancé's angry expression, you knew you couldn't escape your reality. You were stuck in this tumultuous relationship, always having to put his needs and desires above your own.

"But can I still see him?" You asked, your voice trembling with worry. Satoru let out an exasperated sigh, feeling frustrated with the endless stream of questions you had. "Yes, you can still see him," he reassured you, hoping to ease your concerns.

As you sat there, deep in thought, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Was this truly the right decision for you and your unborn child? The weight of responsibility and sacrifice weighed heavily on your mind. You knew that this child would inevitably cost you everything - your freedom, your happiness, and possibly even your own self. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to speak up and go against Satoru's family wishes. You were trapped in a situation that seemed to have no good outcome.

You anxiously bit your lip, dreading the thought of having to meet new people and make new friends. There was also the added uncertainty of whether or not you would still be working for your fiancée once you moved.

Not to mention the press and newspaper would get ahold of this new engagement. The Gojo's were almost treated as royalty here.

"Do you want to stop for food?" he asked, quickly checking on you before focusing back on the road.

"No."

"What about the baby?" he said, raising an eyebrow as he slowly put his hand on your stomach. "Our baby needs to eat too, Y/N."

You licked your lips proceeding to ask him if he could stop by a nearby fast food or just anything at this point. The last thing you ate was the sandwich during lunch. He began driving towards the nearest place that sold Onigiri. To be completely honest you didnt have much friends beside utahime.

You were the last remaining original member of your team, and it was lonely at times. You missed the camaraderie and inside jokes that you shared with your former coworkers. But you were grateful for Utahime's friendship. Asami had joined two years ago. However, things changed when they discovered Satoru and Asami's affair almost a year ago.

It seemed odd that she would come back after everything that had happened. Was she truly that deeply in love with Satoru that she couldn't bear to be separated from him? Or was there another motive behind her return? It was hard to shake the feeling that something was not quite right.

You grabbed your phone once again only to be surprised to see so many people had followed you on social media. Confused you clicked on the news article that was labeled "Has the CEO of Berkshire found a new woman?"

You couldn't believe it - the news was spreading like wildfire. You had never expected your life to change so drastically after just one night out with Satoru. As you scrolled through your notifications, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed and a little scared of the attention. You knew that this new attention could bring both positives and negatives, but you weren't quite sure how to handle it all.

"Satoru, there are already articles written about us." He parked outside the small restaurant.

Getting out he asked before leaving, "What do you want from here?" I'm not sure if it's worth the risk to go inside." Satoru hesitated, knowing that any action they took could potentially land them in even more scandals.

"Can you get me an umeboshi onigiri please?" He closed the door and walked towards the restaurant, leaving you alone in the car. You quickly dialed your father, hoping he could bring you an umeboshi onigiri as well.

"Hello Y/N? are you there?”

"Dad, I'm sorry for not answering your calls. I might not be able to come home today as I'm stuck doing paperwork at work. Please don't wait up for me, I don't want you to stay up too late." You could hear the relief in his voice as he responded to your message. It was important for you to let him know what was going on and reassure him that you were okay.

"Okay sweetie, just please let me know if you need anything," you said with a sigh as you said your goodbyes. Turning off your phone, you couldn't help but feel helpless, knowing that there was nothing more you could do to help.

Your mind was filled with a mix of emotions and insecurities as you read the comments on the Instagram posts of you and Satoru. You couldn't help but wonder what people were saying about you and if they were judging you based on your appearance. You looked around nervously, hoping to see Satoru inside. Thankfully, he was still standing in the restaurant, talking on the phone.

As you clicked through the comments, you couldn't help but feel hurt and disappointed by the harsh and derogatory words directed towards you.

"Shes way prettier than the other girl!"

"she looks like a commoner..."

"What a skank!"

You could already feel the fatigue and discomfort that came with being pregnant, and you weren't even showing yet. The thought of carrying a child for nine months and then going through childbirth was daunting and overwhelming.

Satoru came back with two onigiris, handing you one and keeping the other for himself. You quickly ate it, not caring if he judged you for having no manners in front of him. After all, you were too hungry to worry about etiquette.

"We're almost home yet so dont worry, I can ask my maid to make you something if you'd like."

"No thanks." you replied just wanting to go and sleep already.

The stars were shining brightly in the sky, and the moon illuminated your path as you made your way home. The cool air was refreshing after a long day, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the peacefulness of the night. As you drove, your mind drifted to the events of the day and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhaustion creeping over you. But the thought of finally being home, in the comfort of your own bed, kept you going. You leaned your head back against the headrest and let the darkness of sleep overtake you.

"Geto, did you hear what I said?" All Satoru could hear from the other line was laughter, making him feel frustrated and unheard. Despite his repeated attempts to communicate, it seemed like his words were falling on deaf ears. He wondered if Geto was really taking him seriously or not.

"No way," exclaimed Geto, who was currently at a business party on the other side of the world. "You got her pregnant? Talk about a major backfire!" He chuckled, amused by his friend's predicament.

He was about to ask for her number when his best friend called, desperate for his attention. Though he wanted to continue flirting with the hot chick, he reluctantly answered his friend's call.

"And now we have to get married," shaking his head, Satoru picked you up from the seat. His maid had helped him open the door to his house, and he was grateful for his strength.

"Hey man, I told you to just have a one-night stand with her, not to get her pregnant and marry her." Geto said in the other line, he picked up a pen and wrote down his number in the napkin handing it to the cute bartender.

" What about Asami? Isn't she the love of your life?" he asked teasingly, giving him a playful tone. “Have you told her yet?"

He slowly placed you on his bed, his gaze never leaving you. "Can you change her into something more comfortable?" he asked his maid, who nodded before closing the door behind her.

"I haven't told Asami," Satoru admitted. "She's still insisting we get back together." He grabbed a beer from his refrigerator and took off the cap with a small pop before taking a sip.

"But I don't think it's a good idea. We've been through this before and it never ends well." Satoru sighed, knowing that his decision would only lead to more tension and arguments with Asami. But he also knew that it was the right thing to do for both of them.

"I would pay to see her reaction, she's probably going to go crazy." With a sly smirk, Geto had already entered the bartender's contact information into his phone.

Satoru laughed and took a sip of his drink. "I know, but that's what makes her so irresistible," he replied with a grin.

"Besides, I like a little bit of crazy in my life." He uncrossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "You should try it sometime."

Geto chuckled and raised his glass in agreement. "Maybe someday, but for now I'll stick to watching your crazy love life from the sidelines."

"Maybe next time I suggest using condoms," he began, but his laughter interrupted him once again. "Man, you're so screwed. I just know your old lady had a tantrum." His words were met with a bit of amusement.

"What about you and Shoko, huh?" Satoru asked, taking off his shirt and laying down on his couch with a beer in hand.

"You guys have been spending a lot of time together lately." His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"It's complicated," said Geto who was practically eye-fucking the bartender on the other end of the phone. The tension between them was palpable, and their relationship was anything but simple.

"Complicated my ass," he thought as he took a sip from his cold beer and smiled. "I bet you're already thinking of having sex with someone else."

“And you’re absolutely right.” With a smirk Geto made his way to her. Satoru was able to hear his whole conversation start to finish.

“You know what i’ll call you later, you have fun.” Satoru took one last sip of his beer before going to the restroom to shower. He turned off his phone and threw it on the sink before undressing himself.

He regretted the night it happened and wished he could take it back. The thought of you now made him cringe, and he couldn't wait to move on and forget about it. He didn't think he could ever find anything about you interesting, and he just wanted to forget the whole thing ever happened.

He couldn't believe his luck - or rather, his misfortune - when he found out that his arranged marriage was to be with someone he barely knew. He couldn't help but compare this stranger to Asami, the woman who held his heart. He couldn't shake off the feeling that this marriage was a mistake, and that he would never be truly happy with anyone other than Asami. But now, he was stuck with this random person who worked for him, pretending to be his wife. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made the wrong choice in agreeing to this marriage.

Despite the intense attraction he felt towards Asami, he couldn't deny that their relationship was tumultuous and unpredictable. There were moments where she seemed to understand him better than he understood himself, but there were also times when she drove him to the brink of insanity. Even now, he couldn't shake the memories of their secret rendezvous, the adrenaline-fueled sex that still haunted his dreams. But as thought of you, his heart aches with regret, wishing that he had chosen Asami instead of you, hoping that he could have created a family with her instead.

His mind would just wander off to when he would have Asami all to himself - skin to skin, after sharing a passionate night together. The way her hair would stick to her face when he was so close to cumming inside her drove him wild. He couldn't wait to have her all to himself again, without any distractions or interruptions.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, feeling his body react to the thought of her naked form pressed against his. The anticipation and desire grew, making him hard and unable to focus on anything else. He couldn't wait to have her in his arms and fulfill every fantasy he had been imagining.

He grabbed shampoo and shoved it all over his face, rubbing his face before rinsing it off. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his torso. He grabbed his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth vigorously. After rinsing his mouth, he quickly dried off and went to his room.

Opening the door, he was met with your peaceful sleeping figure, dressed in shorts and a big t-shirt. He couldn't help but smile at how adorable you looked. As he changed into his pajamas, he couldn't help but feel a bit regret on treating you so hurtful.

He felt a pang of loneliness as he snuggled up to you, his fiancée, and not the person he truly desired. He could feel your warmth and smell your familiar scent, but it only intensified his longing for someone else. As he whispered goodnight, he couldn't help but imagine it was his lover in his arms instead.

"Goodnight Asami," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Despite the fact that you were wide awake, Satoru cuddled up to you and drifted off to sleep. You could hear his deep breathing before you bit your lip and silently let tears fall down your cheeks. It hurt to know that he couldn't even say your name.

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tags — gojou x f!reader x bf!getou. ꒰ explicit smut. spitroasting. threesome. fellatio. cunnilingus. both are pussywhipped. fingering. facial. mindbreak. minors, blank, and ageless blogs dni. ꒱

from hunter — it is ovulation time, i have no excuse. i’ve been thinking too much about getou lately and this is the result. ✮

it’s just a silly, fun game, prompted by none other than your boyfriend’s best friend. nobody would’ve foreseen that the end of a movie night will have your pussy pounded by gojou while getou’s balls are smothered all over your sticky face.

“mhm, like that, pretty girl?” your boyfriend, getou, asks with an impish grin adorning his lips. his cock swells inside your mouth, proud and hard against your salivating tongue. balls clapping your chin, his bush tickling your nostrils.

of course, it’s impossible to respond, let alone signal anything because you’re too fucked out of your wits. the whites of your eyes continue to dominate, your mouth nonstop in its slabbering because damn it all, gojou fucks like a rabid animal.

sure, gojou has always been nasty, freaky in his own grandiose way. and it’s because of him why the three of you ended up naked, sweaty, and fucking each other to bliss. but gods, he’s never expected your pussy to feel like this.

he’s milking his cock with your velvet, tight walls from root to tip. cocktip tingling every time it kisses your cervix. your cunt has already made a mess, pussy juices painting your puffed up cunt lips and gojou’s heavy balls. it’s impossible to stop fucking you when you grip him like a lifeline.

“enjoyin’ yourself, satoru?” getou teases, seeing gojou’s feverish eyes, a dainty pink crawling over the apples of his cheeks. “c’mon, use your big boy words.”

“well, fuck you, suguru,” gojou answers between shallow breaths. he chuckles, then, deep and throated. “‘s this why you’re so goddamn pussywhipped?”

“damn right,” getou hisses, the unexpected swirl of your tongue around his cocktip snatching air from his lungs. “gettin’ greedy now, angel?” he coos, cupping both your ears to pin his pelvis against your face. “oh, fuck, your mouth feels amazing, pretty.”

“and your pussy, too,” gojou leans forward and whispers in the shell of your ear. “never fucked anything like this before.”

gojou’s nails dig craters in your soft flesh while he ruts into you at a pace that has your eyes tearing up. his cock feels so good— your brain almost shuts down because of the sensation if not for getou.

your boyfriend smiles fondly down at you, edged with thick mischief, as he pulls his cock out from your mouth and taps your cheek with his puffy cocktip. he shoves his balls between your lips, the ridge of his girth resting on the bridge of your nose while you suckle on his balls hefty with unreleased cum. getou’s lips went ajar, stars dancing in his eyes, crimson dusting his cheeks.

you chuckle, breathless and elated. he’s so handsome when he’s losing his mind over you.

“angel, my precious baby, you’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?” he shoves his cock inside your mouth again, this time fucking the inside of your cheek.

the lewd and unfiltered sounds he echoes send bolts down your spine, causing your damped pussy to clamp hard around gojou’s girth.

he throws his head back, biting his lips so hard they would bleed. gojou’s so close— and yet he wants to seize the moment, fucking himself with your pussy until his balls tighten and he’s only seconds from pumping your womb with cum.

gojou and getou pull out at the same time. their hesitation to let you go palpable in the ache between their chests. ache that’s been augmented by their climax. all you can hear are their mindless moaning and gasping and pumping.

getou’s heavy and viscid cum shoots up your face. to your cheeks, mouth, nose, and even eyelids. while gojou sends his own sticky cum all over your back.

the three of you falls on the couch, collecting the shattered sanity you’ve spent from hours of fucking. your body automatically searches for getou’s warmth, and he takes you in his arm, kissing the top of your head.

“sorry, pretty, i’ve made such a mess,” he murmurs as he wipes his cum from your face with his shirt. “look at me baby, let me kiss you.”

getou guides you on his lap. his strong, warm hands cup your heated cheeks, before claiming your lips. his hands roam around your body, locking you in, your sticky cunt pulsing against his flaccid cock.

“i love, love, love you,” he tells you hotly, each word laced with open-mouthed kisses. “wanna eat your pussy, angel. can i eat your pussy?”

“‘course, suguru,” you whisper in his mouth. “want to feel you. let me feel you, please?”

he swiftly shifts your position. you’re laying on the couch; getou pitches himself between your legs. he spreads your thighs apart, sniffing your tingling pussy before lapping on the soft folds.

“mhm, suguru, just like that— hah—” you bite your fingers, feeling getou’s warm tongue licking all over your cunt. threading his raven hair with your shaking fingers, you pull his face close and locks his head with your thighs.

“suguru, you know that’s like giving me a blowjob, right?” gojou poses from the nearest sofa. he’s still naked, as though he cannot move at all, but those piercing blue eyes are glued to the image before him.

getou merely gives him a lackadaisical finger; he cannot be bothered by anything, not even gojou’s teasing, once he’s got his tongue kitten licking your clit.

“‘m so close, baby, please—” you declare, hot tears springing in your eyes again. getou parts your fold with two fingers, pumping your pussy while licking your clit and losing himself on the job of making you come on his tongue.

like shockwaves in your brain, your ass rises from the couch, chasing the zenith, but getou holds you firmly. you shout his name, crying and screaming and moaning, because god— he’s not stopping even though you’re breaking from the pleasure of it all.

“suguru— hah—” you fall limp on your position, clueless about what to do, as another wave of release washes over you. you’re shaking, twitching, drooling under his mercy.

he snatches you in his arms again, soothing you with gentle confessions of his love, of how you’ve been so good for him, and how he’s crazy only for you.

you’re on the verge of falling asleep when a soft kiss falls on your bare shoulder. eyes heavy with fatigue, you follow its owner, just to see gojou preparing to leave.

“i’m leaving now. do you need anything?” he dials his phone on his way to the door, muttering different kinds of food and ordering everything to be delivered to getou’s place. there’s mischief on gojou’s face as he waves goodbye. “we should do this again sometime, don’t you think?”

“fuck off, satoru,” getou drawls with a knowing smile.

“i’ll take that as a yes,” his best friend replies, followed by trails of smoky laughter before he closes the door. <3

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arsonyarn · 1 year

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𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 ➳ itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, gojou satoru

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ➳ nsfw content ; aged up!itadori yuuji and fushiguro megumi ; short drabbles ; foul language ; top!reader ; praise kink ; belly bulge ; size difference ; food play ; master kink ; breeding ; name calling ; degradation if you squint

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 ➳ i came up with this thinking about what specific kink will they have. this was very fun to write.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !! (ageless blogs & no pronouns will be blocked)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙸 𝚈𝚄𝚄𝙹𝙸 ━━━━ 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺

Fucking Yuuji have always felt good, no matter when or where you are it doesn’t matter. He was so easy to overstimulate and loved being treated like a precious treasure by you, which is why he’s obedient oftentimes, not hesitating to follow all of the things you command him just to hear those perfectly shaped lips whisper soft praises on his ear.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You asked while rolling your hips to thrust your cock inside him nice and slow, making his body quiver with pleasure.

“Y-yes— ahH! It feels— mhm... s-so good...” Yuuji admits wholeheartedly, throwing his head back as another sinful moan leave his lips. You smirked in safisfaction and fasten your pace, going down to meet his lips in a heated kiss before leaning over to his ear, “That’s it, my sweet Yuuji. Such a good boy for me to fuck and ruin.”

His walls immediately tighten around you at the praise as he moaned louder while arching his back and throwing his head back on the pillow. You take this as an opportunity to thrust even faster, hearing his moans get louder and more high-pitched everytime your balls slap against his ass.

“Oh—! Oh my god...! AgHhh! (Y/n), f-uck!” Yuuji gripped the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white, trying very hard not to get lost in pleasure with your cock abusing his prostate unmercifully.

You licked your lips at the sight of him struggling to stay in his right mind.

“You take me in so well, Yuuji. Do you see it?” Instructing him to look down, he watches as your cock disappear into his hole again and again as you thrust forward and backward. The sight made him clench around you again, ripping a groan out of your throat.

“It looks very sinful and tempting, don’t you think? Fuck, you make me feel so fuckin’ good, baby. ’m so lucky to have you.”

As soon as those words left your lips, Yuuji’s body spasms as if something snapped inside him, and a thread of white seeds shoot out from his cock with the most lewdest moans you’ve ever heard leaving his mouth, back arching and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Raising your brows taken aback a bit, you licked your lips and a small chuckle erupts from your throat.

“Yuuji... Did you just cum by my praise?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙵𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙶𝚄𝚁𝙾 𝙼𝙴𝙶𝚄𝙼𝙸 ━━━━ 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙶𝙴, 𝚂𝙸𝚉𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴

It’s no secret Megumi has a petite and quite skinny body that makes even Zenin Maki worried if he’s eating well. Some people questions how he can be a Jujutsu sorcerer with that body type, but it’s just how he is and there’s nothing anyone can do to change how his body looks, not even Megumi himself. In fact, he isn’t fond of the way his body lacks the muscles unlike Itadori’s.

However, there would also be a time when Megumi’s thankful for being born with a little skinny, petite body — like when you fuck him nice and deep while pinning him down on the bed from behind to let Megumi know how much bigger than him you were.

“Agh! (Y/n)— FUCK!” Megumi moans loudly, hips subconsciously buckling to meet your harsh thrusts. You groaned and tightened your hold on him as your lips nibbled his ear.

Feeling Megumi’s walls clench, a chuckle leaves your lips. “You really love how my body could hide yours, huh?” You snap your hips harshly against his ass and a whine erupts from him, his back arched to feel you more.

Licking your lips with a smirk, you pulled both of you back to sit up as Megumi squirms in your arms from how deep your cock reached inside him, mouth opened to let out a scream, drool dripping down his chin and tears falling.

You were so big, and too deep, and he fucking loves it.

“W-wait—! Too deep— agHNN! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He chanted as stars began to cloud his vision.

You hum, hand tilting his head slightly to face you. “Hmm? Too deep? But you like it, don’t you? Look at the way your stomach is taking my huge cock like a good bitch.” Your other hand slides down from his chest to his belly where a bulge can easily be seen.

Walls squeezing around your dick, Megumi whimpers upon seeing the clear bulge as he rolled his hips to see it disappear and reappear repeatedly. “M-more... Please...” He begged nicely and placed his hand on yours, which was resting on his tummy.

With a grunt leaving your lips, you thrusted your cock deep inside him again, ripping a sharp cry out of Megumi’s throat.

“Of course, I’ll give you more, baby.” You press the bulge on his belly as you snap your hips against his and Megumi throws his head back, not being able to do anything but to moan. No coherent sentences fell from his lips.

He was far too out of his right mind— how can he not be when your big, thick cock feels so fucking good making his belly bulge?

His eyes crosses and tongue pokes out of his mouth at the utmost ecstacy of feeling you abuse his prostate again and again and again mercilessly. But Megumi certainly wasn’t complaining.

He’s thankful he was born with body smaller and petite than yours that’s so easy to have your cock bulge when you fuck him; it’s a sight he always gets on to.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙶𝙾𝙹𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄 ━━━━ 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈, 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺

Satoru love sweets. It’s tasty and never gets boring to eat, on top of that, it comes with many flavors to try! That’s only about 3/5 of the reason why he loves sweets so much, though.

Satoru’s body shivers as your tongue licks a whipped cream off one of his buds, proceeding to tease him by sucking and twirling it around. “M-master...” He whimpered, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. His nipples stung from being played with too much, yet he didn’t want you to stop.

“Hmm?” You hummed, rolling his nipple with your tongue before biting it gently. A gasp left Satoru’s lips as his body jerked, precum oozing out of his hard cock that’s decorated in whipped cream and melted chocolate.

“E-enough with my ni— agh! Master, oh my— fuck!” He moaned loudly when you bit his nipple again more harshly this time, almost cumming at the sudden prick of pain melting into pleasure.

You licked your lips and pulled away only to go down on him, licking the underside of his cock from the bottom all the way to the tip, tasting the mixture of whipped cream and melted chocolate accompanied by precum. Satoru arches his back as you take him in your mouth, completely savouring the sweet taste and bobbing your head up and down.

“Master— Oh, fuck! That- aghh... That feels so good...!” He moans, tangling his fingers through your hair and lightly pulling on it. You groaned and Satoru moans uncontrollably at the vibration with his head thrown back. His mind was already clouded from feeling too much pleasure.

You suddenly pulled away with a pop, erupting a whine from Satoru, and licked your lips to savour the taste. “You’re so tasty everywhere, Satoru. I couldn’t help but wonder... if it’ll also be tasty inside your dripping cunt.” You lightly tap his hole that’s been begging to be touched or filled, already using the spatula to scoop up the remaining melted chocolate from a bowl. “Spread it with your fingers.” You ordered with a smirk.

Satoru could not disobey you, he loves sweets too much to refuse and besides, your hunger might actually get satisfied with this.

So he doesn’t hesitate to bend his legs over his chest and spread his wet man-cunt with his fingers, anticipating the sticky and cold feeling of chocolate to come inside. Not wanting to waste a moment, you immediately dripped the chocolate on his spread hole, watching as Satoru gasps and whimpers.

After placing the spatula back inside the bowl, you lick your lips at the sight of Satoru still spreading his hole open just for you. Typical obedient slut, always eager for his master.

“P-please, master... Eat me out.”

With a smirk spreading across your lips, you lean over and give a long kitten lick around his hole as he whines. “Don’t worry, pretty boy. I won’t stop until you’re a crying mess. Beg nice if you want to be fucked with my cock, yeah?” You wiped the tear running down his cheek using your thumb.

Satoru placed his hand above yours, leaning onto it and closing his eyes. “Yes, master.”

He’s usually far from obedient, but he could be if it means you’ll get a taste of sweets that he oh so loves very much.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙸 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙾 ━━━━ 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶

Nobody would expect a gentleman like Nanami to be such a whore for your cum, but a human should always expect the unexpected. Nanami isn’t a pure soul littered with divinity; in fact, he was far from it as his daily thoughts after accomplishing his missions were to be pounded by you until he can’t walk anymore.

Not so divine now, is he?

He is a filthy man who only wants to be filled with your cum and spend the rest of the day feeling it inside him.

“My god, Kento...” You breathe out, bending him over your office table and pounding into him mercilessly from behind, Kento already too fucked up beneath you to even form a coherent sentences as all he could do was scream your name and moan. “Can’t you keep yourself from being too horny that you had to send me nudes in the middle of an important meeting?”

“I— I wasn’t— AGHN! Oh, fuck—! (Y-Y/N)!” He screamed your name once again when you snapped your hips harshly to not let him talk.

“Ah, I’m so deep inside you... Can you feel it?” You whispered against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “So deep that my cock reaches where it shouldn’t. I wonder what will happen if I fill it up with my cum to the point you get pregnant.”

There was such a calculating tone in your voice.

Kento knew it’s impossible.

He knew there isn’t a chance for him to bare a child no matter how much you cum inside him. He knew all too well that a male cannot be pregnant. But the thought of your warm cum filling him up, the thought of you marking your territory inside him, and the thought of carrying your child had something stir in him as his insides swirled and his hole squeezes around you.

Letting out a moan at the sudden tightness, you smirked upon realization. “You want to be bred by me, don’t you? Is that what you fantasize about whenever you touch yourself?”

A blush appears on his cheeks. “I- I don’t— aghnha!”

You licked the tears streaming down his cheek and fastened your pace, Kento’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as he screams at the pleasure striking him. “If that’s your wish, then I’ll breed you nice and full like a whore, yeah? You want that, Kento?”

However, he could not answer anymore as he was already seeing stars with his eyes unfocused and tongue making its own appearance, desperately gripping the sides of your desk until his knuckles turned white.

“You know what to say and I’ll give you exactly what you want, my love.” You whisper. “Filling your insides with my cum, letting it stay in the deepest part... I’ll fuck my babies into you until your belly’s swelling and my cum’s dripping out of your pretty, perfect cunt. You want that, don’t you?”

His cock twitched and insides tightened intensely around you at your words, making you groan as you slowly, sloppily slide your cock in and out, waiting for his answer. “Tell me, my love. Just say the word, but I won’t be responsible for my actions later on. I’ve already warned you. Choose your answer wisely.”

The loving and caring tone told him you actually won’t do it unless he allows you to.

Kento turns to look at you over his shoulder while breathing heavily, meeting your dark eyes that tells him a story of what will happen afterwards depending on his answers.

“(Y-Y/n)... Breed me, please.” Staring at you with that lust clouded eyes, Kento begged almost shamelessly.

That’s all it takes for your hips to start moving again, recklessly and roughly this time, fully intent on breeding and ruining him. Kento lays his face flat on the desk as every inch of your cock brushes against his prostate and deliciously tight walls, moaning and whimpering, series of curses and begs slipping past his lips.

“Oh my god— FUCK! (Y/N)! Give it to me, please, please, please.” Kento begs brokenly.

The fact that the Nanami Kento wants to be bred by you and you only immediately goes straight to your huge cock and before you knew it, you were already exploding inside him, Kento’s eyes rolling to the back of his head while hot white seeds shoot out from his cock, feeling his insides being filled with warm, thick cum.

His body trembles in overstimulation, legs shaking and almost giving out if it weren’t for you holding him up. Kento feels your cock slip out of his hole and your fingers thrusting the cum that threatened to drip out back inside.

However, as before he could catch his breath, a startled moan escape his lips when your cock slips in his dripping hole again. “W-wait, (Y/n)! I just came—” He was interrupted by your sharp thrust.

“I warned you already, my love. Now...” You smiled at him. “You wanted to be bred by me until you get pregnant, right? And I told you I’ll give you what you want if you just say the word, and you did, ignoring my warning.”

You lean in until your lips meet his ear.

“So just shut up and let me breed you, Kento.”

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 6 months

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obsessed with the idea of seelie faerie prince gojou, as charming and as tricksy as all fae are. his snow-white hair eye catching and his azure eyes like gems pressed into his flesh

seelie prince satoru whose very birth shook faerieland as foretold by the stars red, blue and purple stars that soared through the sky the night of his birth

seelie prince satoru who is much more observant than his penchant for revels and merrymaking belies

seelie prince satoru who relishes in obnoxiously getting under the skin of the gentry of his court with his radical ideas that challenge the traditions that have been established for centuries

seelie prince satoru whose court is filled with political strife between three major families- the gojou, zenin and kamo. and it's really just his look this particular luck that he's bleeding out after a particularly harrowing attempt on his life. must have been that petty bastard naoya but in this particular moment, numb from poison and with a bloodied torso it really isn't going to do him any good trying to figure out who sent the now dead assassin after him

he won't die from this, he's been developing an immunity to poison. but even so, this is tough on his body as he sits in a misty forest waiting for the poison to wear off on his body with the scent of iron strong in the air

that's when he sees something that any faerie would consider the worst omen ー he sees you.

faeries are immortal folk. unless someone goes out of their way to kill them, they never die. it's what makes them stronger, far further creatures than humans with their insect-length lifespans

seelie prince satoru who even with his eyes, it's difficult seeing you clearly with poison muddling his senses but he sees the tell-tell white hair and gray skin and he knows you're a banshee

seelie prince satoru who chuckles humorlessly as he accepts that apparently, his luck has run out

he's sure of this as you slowly come closer and closer until he sees you much more clearly. your eyes are bloodshot, as to be expected of your kind. but your eyes might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. they're a pale lilac and your pupils are a ghostly white, shockingly light against the reds of your eyes but even that looks beautiful. he never cared particularly for the color red before but in this moment he can understand why red caps crave the color so and satoru thinks that if he is going to hear those damning cries that will seal his fate in this instant, he's glad it's you

banshees were human women that died in grief, right? that died tragedy before the grace of the gods turned them fae. death is a beautiful look on you but he wonders what you'd look if you were still colored in the shades of life that once blossomed over you like spring blooms

and so you part your lips... but rather than wail and scream, announcing to the headless riders of faerie that death is near, death is coming for gojou satoru your eyebrows knit in worry and you ask

"are you alright?" as you kneel by his side, reaching for his wounds carefully. your voice is honestly akin to hearing birdsong in the night, a juxtaposition he wasn't prepared for. "here, let me help you"

apparently the seelie prince's luck is greater still. death won't come for him yet. instead, he's become a hypocrite. an unintelligent hypocrite but he can't quite seem to make himself care in this instance when he is tended to by your cold but gentle touch and your lark-like voice drips like honey from your lips.

whether it's folk or mortal, satoru likens love to a curse that makes those around him stupid. a curse that leads to betrayals, war and frankly too much strife he desires to deal with

yet in this moment, that very curse seemed to course through his veins

stupid is as stupid does, seelie prince satoru's lips part and he asks you as if enraptured in a spell "please marry me and i'll love you more faithfully than any man, fae or otherwise"

as for you... you're simply a banshee who just happened to be in this forest when you spotted an injured elf in the distance and decided to see if he'd accept your help if he didn't outright lose his mind in fear at the sight of you. you think he might have considering the words that left his mouth

it must be the blood loss talking

unfortunately for you and much to the aggravation of suguru and kento, seelie prince satoru's most trusted advisors, satoru was very much serious and fervently keeps referring to you as his future queen when you haven't even accepted the proposal

seelie prince satoru who insists you stay in his palace, at the very least until after a revel in a few moons time he wishes to throw in your honor. as thanks for treating his injuries which are still healing, might he add. anything could happen, what if a banshee needs to herald his death and one isn't around? he would also like the time to woo you over. please? just until then

seelie prince satoru who ignores the ardent whispers that it is bad luck for a banshee to be so close the prince. that insist that death fae are like roaches. surely if one appears, there will be more banshee and dullahan that follow

seelie prince satoru who coldly states that any such insult toward the woman who saved his life will find those who said them hearing the chilling cries they so fear sooner than they'd enjoy

#look she's writing #ish #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #faeries #seelie #unseelie #banshee #i've been obsessed with faeries and mythology since i was a child and banshees are one of my favs not sorry #pls allow a hoe to indulge #lovesick gojo #he makes his advisors sick they're so fucking done with him #jjk faerie au

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randomyuu · 1 year

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the way it follows you home, the stories i never told

My guy Vox once again graced us with lovely Goyuu fanfics, and the way it follows you home, the stories i never told, made me go FERAL.

Time travel? Two Gojou Satorus? Double affection for our sunshine Yuuji? Yuuji sandwich? What feels like possible continuation of (you'll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become???

FUCK.

I need to stop indulging my imagination too much. I should’ve been content with writing long-ass comments but noooooo, my brain goes “you gotta draw it”. DAMMIT VOX, YOU AND YOUR DELICIOUS WRITINGS HHHHHH

So… usually I should’ve picked a favourite scene that is within my drawing capability, but I just… love all three chapters??? So I made a questionable time investment? I can’t stop??? Help???

This is probably the most ambitious fanart project I’ve ever done so far. Fair enough, considering I might combust if I keep these welled-up emotions inside from reading Vox’s Goyuu fics. Fuck.

Fic info:

Title: the way it follows you home, the stories i never told

Author: @voxofthevoid

Pairing: YuuGoGo. Future!Yuuji, Future!Gojou, Teen!Gojou

(idk why I laugh writing YuuGoGo. I’m beyond help)

Currently, it is 3 chapters out of 8. And it’s gonna be NSFW chapter 4 onwards, so don’t forget to read the tags first, folks!

The drawings are under Read More, because I have lots of thoughts surrounding each chapter and drawings. It’ll be hella long if I didn’t hide it here. It was a mess down there. A combination of hours before, during, and after I read said fic. I’d say good luck finding the art among the sea of jumbled words but… you’ll find them easily. Don’t worry about it haha

SPOILERS FOR ALL 3 CHAPTERS! I highly recommend reading those first before diving into these drawings!

Also for the comics, read from right to left please!

From here on, I will be referring to the Future!Gojou as Gojou and the teenage one as Satoru.

Overall, drawing all these is fun! Really fun! This project pushed me quite hard, forcing me to test my limit (because I rarely draw this much back to back). Since this is a combination of drawings and comics, the coloring style will not be consistent. In a way, I want to try some brushes I never get to use, as well as try out my new graphic tablet. Drawing these got me giggling because I was finally able to let loose during line art. It's much easier to do so, and sometimes I just get to reread the fic and giggle to myself for the nth time.

CHAPTER 1:

Whooo. Whooooooooo—

Ok, ok, the premise is just that good. It intrigued me, fascinated me, and I just… oomph. I cannot refuse a Time Travel Yuuji Sandwich. Sign me up.

Honestly, there are two scenes that are just… a bit too clear in my mind when reading this chapter. That would be the one I drew above, and the other is when Yaga called Gojou to come outside of the class. I love, loooove how Vox wrote Satoru’s POV. And when Yuuji fucking giggles?

I lost it.

Can you imagine, drawing Yuuji grins, with shiny stuff, maybe some sunlight, just purely happy and indulging Gojou?

Help me, for I am drowning in my love and adoration for Yuuji.

Page 2 is an experiment on using harsh black as shading (kind of?). I really enjoyed colouring Yuuji, and drawing those buffalo skulls! I wish I can grasp the concept of contrast a bit better tho :v

CHAPTER 2:

This is probably the only chapter where I picture still images instead of comic panels. A bit like those cool chapter covers in mangas. The one I really, really want to draw is the scene with Satoru on the table. Can’t pass the opportunity to highlight Satoru being a brat, albeit a really cool brat.

Cool idea drawing always proves to be a challenge, because of course my artistic skill just so happens to be below the requirement. Thank you, Sketchfab, for the chair and desk’s perspective otherwise I’m screwed lmao

The second scene that I want to draw the most is this:

Gojou is one step away from climbing Yuuji. Also, I have a bit of a problem picturing a man pouting that makes him look crazy instead, so please have Gojou pouting adorably instead. Because, as Yuuji said (with love), Gojou is (also) a brat.

This is possibly my favorite art in this project, after Yuuji's in Chapter 1 page 2. It's clean because I don't have to draw background, and I was having a fun time drawing Yuuji. And Gojou's squishy cheek as well.

Oh, actually, there is a “manga” scene in this chapter. It’s when Yuuji said, “I love Satoru.”

I just—

AAAAAHHHHH YUUJIIIIIII YOU AND VOX ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. That secure relationship between Yuuji and Gojou? Satoru’s description of how Yuuji’s smile could blot out the sun??? Not me screaming 💀 I also see bits of hints of possible co-dependency, though I could be reading those wrong, but either way I’m good. Secure and possessive relationships are fun to consume hhhhhh

But yeah. There are too many wholesome Yuuji smiles in this fic, and I… I am not confident enough to draw genuine happiness. It’s too much for me ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

For this chapter, another reason why I chose these two scenes is just because I want to try and draw cover-worthy pictures of Yuuji and Satoru, and Yuuji and Gojou (cough)

CHAPTER 3:

We start the chapter with Nanamin. Ah, Nanamin. I forgot what his teen self looked like and was surprised to see his design again lmao

I want to draw Yuuji and Nanami scene because… I just want to, I guess. I have never drawn him before (Yaga as well) so that's an interesting challenge. I got two ideas on how I want to draw it. One is a bit painting-esque, and the other one is like another chapter cover. In the end, I chose the cover one because I want to emphasise the difference between teen!Nanami and the Nanami from Yuuji’s original timeline, and how the watch feels like a connection between the same (yet not) person. It’s a bittersweet feeling? In a way?

I’m not really good at explaining my intention ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

I love Yuuji’s answer to Nanami's question.

AND FINALLY.

A Yuuji SandwichTM scene.

And oh B O I do I love it. Have I told you I like every chapter? I probably have. But this one? Satoru’s curiosity, Yuuji’s on-brand self-deprecation, and Gojou come strolling down to show more of Yuuji to his mini-self. I want to draw this whole scene, from Gojou finding them, feeding Yuuji snacks, bitch-slapping Satoru into the backroom, to Yuuji growling. Them trying to hide a boner from Yuuji’s growl got me cackling so hard I LOVE IT 😭

I love it all. Please love Yuuji in my stead, Satoru and Satonyan :3

Oh! Also! 40-finger Yuuji sounds really, really cool! I’ll be happy with whatever Vox will give us in future chapters, but 40-finger Yuuji… possible scene with this timeline’s Sukuna… my god. The action! The drama! The bloodshed! One can only hope.

However, as much as I love that whole scene, it’s still too much for me :”) I’m still not yet confident in delivering the humour and action. Also my already-long drawing plan had my brain groaning in protest so I can’t push my luck :'D

When Gojou said "He looks sweet, but he's a bit of a beast", I kept picturing Yuuji staring innocently, but there was an edge to his look. As if the moment Satoru looks away, he will pounce. But in the end I just stick with innocent-looking Yuuji because I accidentally drew his eyes that way and I want to keep it in lol

Since Satoru points out how soft and cuddly Yuuji is, I also want to draw soft Yuuji :v

And the last one… is the last scene. For some reason, I read that both Gojou and Satoru share Yuuji’s lap and was having a frustrating yet fun time figuring out how it’s… physically possible, without having their butts on the ground because they both are not small at all. As I lined the art, I reread it again and… perhaps I read it wrong? Satoru is beside Yuuji, and not on his lap? So yeah, this one might be the least accurate, but hey, at least you can view it as a crack drawing or something :v

AAAANNNDDD I HAVE EXCEEDED TODAY’S BRAIN CAPACITY OF FORMING WORDS

Have I told you I love this fic?

…I probably have.

Have an amazing week (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

#yuu's art #jjk-fic-fanart #jjk ship #jjk-ship #五悠 #goyuu #goyu #5u #gojou x yuuji #speedrun this bad boy of a project in 3 days #from planning #now I can sleep in peace

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stsgluver · 1 year

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synopsis. satoru returns from his final meeting with geto before he defects.

wc. 750

satoru didn't speak to anyone when he returned to jujutsu high. he pushed past both you and shoko and especially ignored yaga’s attempts to find out more about suguru's next intentions.

understandably, suguru's slaughter had created a mass panic as it shook the foundations of jujutsu high. an 18 year old special grade sorcerer murdering an entire village (his parents included) in the beginning of his efforts to erase all non-sorcerers, i.e all humans who he has been taught to protect? it sounded unrealistic – a poor joke that no one laughed at.

"don't worry sensei, i’ll talk to him. this is just a lot." yaga gave you a small nod, but your words brought him and yourself little comfort. from yaga’s perspective, he'd just lost one special grade sorcerer, if satoru spiralled too there's no telling what the consequences could be. and you? you'd just lost one of your best friends and now you were grasping at straws trying to make sure you didn't lose your boyfriend too.

since the day you'd met him almost three years ago, satoru had kept a clear wall between the world and his emotions through his extroverted personality and humour. even after dating for eighteen months, you could only count a handful of nights when he'd let himself be vulnerable around you. admitting to the stresses of limitless and six eyes, and how he doesn't know if he'll be enough.

gojou satoru wasn’t emotionally stunted — he’d just never known what it was like not to be the strongest. since he was a child, he’d been praised and set above on this pedestal that no one else could touch.

pushing open his bedroom door, you found satoru sat at a desk, scribbling something down onto paper. "hey, toru-"

"i’m busy,” he cut off harshly, not bothering to turn back and look at you. there’s a pang of hurt in your chest again, a repeat of when he’d disregarded you after returning ten minutes prior.

he’s just hurting, you reassure yourself, as if though your heart wasn’t also breaking from losing suguru too.

"i just wanted to check in.” you tried again, stepping past the threshold into his oh-so-familiar room.

you’d woken up that morning in his bed, both of you unbeknownst to what would come. he still hadn’t tidied the sheets properly and you longed to go back in time for an extra five minutes curled up with him.

"i’m fine,” satoru insisted, spinning around on his chair to face you. he looked anything but fine. his white hair unruly like he’d been combing his fingers through it repeatedly, ultimately tangling it. his eyes were the faintest of reds but clear enough for you to see he’d been crying. his posture was tight and rigid. this wasn’t your boyfriend.

"go. i can’t deal with work and you right now." he pointed to the door when he couldn’t handle your physical analysis of him any longer. his eyes bore into yours but there seemed to be no life behind them. suguru had stolen it when he’d turned the other way, wandering down a path satoru could never follow.

"satoru," you tried reaching out to comfort your boyfriend with a hand on his cheek. you barely made it within 15cm before your hand hit an invisible barrier. there’s a dry sob that is tight in your throat and you hated this wall that he built up between you because you needed him, for him to tell you that things would be okay and suguru would come back, that this was all a big misunderstanding and he’d fix it… so why didn’t he need you too? did you not bring him any peace in the storm that’s brewing around your lives?

"go.” satoru repeated the demand again, swivelling himself back around so you were stuck with the back of his head.

your nails dug into your hands as you tried not to cry or lash out because you were both grieving. you don’t say anything as you turned to go, not trusting your voice as you felt your heart break more with each second of silence, another second he was pulling away.

and it was for the best, he concluded, for he was supposed to be the honoured one. yet he was a fraud who didn't even know his best friend was suffering, let alone not being able to save him from the path he strayed down. how can he save the only person left who really knows him?

#— toru!!#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojou saturo #gojo oneshot #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo drabbles #gojo imagine #gojo angst #angst

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getosbigballsack · 2 years

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Okaaaay I saw the challenge and thats a lil self indulgent BUY I DARE U TO write a reader who reads smut and is casual bout that but shes virgin if ur ok w that?? It could be established relationship w Gojou or best friends Gojo&Geto then poly.. idk bout time limit since its up to u but lets say 5 days-1 week 🖤 hope u liked the prompt and dont rush urself love

𝑨𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕

𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆! 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑰 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑺𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑶𝑺. 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑴𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏... 𝒍𝒐𝒍. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕.

𝑾𝑪: 8.4𝒌

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏✯ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

“Hey buttercup, what are you doing?” your best friend Satoru asked as he walked into the living room to see you scrolling through your phone.

“Nothing just the usual,” answered as you continued to read the comments underneath your tumblr post.

“Just the usual as in?” he asked as he walked over to you and sat beside you on the couch.

“You know the usual,” you answered yet again as you excited the app and went on Lezhin to read that new bl that you’ve been reading as of lately.

“The usual, as in read smut stories online?” he asked as yanked the phone from your hand to see if what was on the screen and to his surprise it was a smut story. “Of course you’re reading smut stories.”

“And so?” you questioned as you yanked your phone from his hand went back to reading.

“You should stop reading these stories,” he suggested and you scoffed. Yeah as if that’ll ever happen, you mumbled to yourself as you got up from the sofa and went inside the kitchen to see your other best friend Geto scrolling through his instagram text messages. He’s probably looking for a chick he could hook up with over the weekend. “The more you read those stories, the stupider you get.

You would’ve left him if it wasn’t for the fact that you wanted his opinion on you reading smut stories. So you screamed. “SUGURU.”

“Yes, sugarplum,” he answered with a heavy sigh heaving from his lips as he rested his phone face down on the kitchen island before turning around to look at you.

“Satoru said I should stop reading smut stories. Do you agree with him? He said that if I continue to read smut stories, I’ll get stupid.”

Geto chuckled as he glanced over to look at Gojo who was silently laughing at you. “Yeah I sort of agree with him.”

“WHAT?!! You're taking his side?” you asked with a pout forming on your lips.

“No, I’m not. It’s just that you’re 23 olds and you're still reading smut stories,” he said as he got up from the stool that was around the kitchen island and then walked over to you to pat your head. “I think you should stop reading smut stories and go experience what sex is like for yourself.”

You scoffed at this. WHAT does he mean by you should go experience what sex is like? You had no need to do that as a matter of fact, “I’m pretty experienced when it comes on to sex. I know a lot more than you jerk bags do.”

Gojo busted out laughing as he got up from the sofa and walked over to you. “Oh yeah and what do you know about sex.”

You began to stutter, “Well… well I know that you have many different ways to experience or to have sex. Like I know what vanilla sex is, I know what BDSM sex is, I know what oral sex is, gay sex, lesbian sex and even anal sex. I also know that in order for a female to cum, you’ll have to thrust deep while touching her clit.” You took a deep breath and then you went on to say. “I also know different types of kinks, like spit kink and daddy kink. I also know about size kink and other stuff.”

“Yeah but knowing those basic stuff doesn’t prove that you’re experienced,” Gojo said while laughing at you. “Knowing what those are and experiencing them are two different things, Buttercup.”

“We already know that you would’ve known the different ways to have sex and kink. But do you know how it feels?” Geto asked as he continued to pat your head.

“Do I really need to have sex to be experienced?” you asked.

“Yes, yes you do,” Gojo answered as he continued to laugh.

You didn’t know what to say as it regards Gojo's response, and on top of that you were beginning to feel embarrassed. So as usual whenever you’re embarrassed, you’d yell, “Baka. Baka Sugu. Baka Toru.”

Geto only chuckled as he watched as your cute cheeks puffed out from embarrassment. My sweet little innocent Y/N what will I ever do with you? Geto thought as he pulled his hand away from your head to stroke the apple of your cheeks. “No need to feel embarrassed. If you think that you’re experienced then I’ll let you be. However, don't you wanna experience what sex is?”

A smirk formed itself upon Gojo’s face as he stared down at you. “Yeah, don’t you wanna know what it feels like to actually have oral sex or maybe BDSM sex. Oh and to know what size kink and Suguru’s personal favourite, daddy kink is?”

You said nothing, you only pulled away from their touch and tried to walk away from them. However Gojo was quick to grab onto your arm and pulled you towards them. “Let me go dumbass.”

“Now, now sugar plum,” Geto said to you before grabbing your cheeks and turning your face towards him. “Answer me, don’t you wanna experience what it feels like to have sex. Hm?” He then kissed your cheek and then your earlobe before whispering. “Don’t you wanna have a taste of what sex is? Aren’t you tired of reading your little stories? It won’t hurt to try out what you’ve been reading, you know.”

“He’s right Y/N,” Gojo said as he placed his hand on your head to play with your hair. “Those little stories won’t be able to satisfy you any longer.”

“N… not true. I don’t need to have sex to be experienced. I’ll continue to read my smut,” you stuttered.

They both chuckled and released you from their hold. “Alright then Buttercup. Have it your way. Whenever you get bored of your stories and change your mind then you know where my bedroom is,” Gojo said before turning around and walking away from you.

Geto followed suit, but not without saying, “Just don’t keep daddy waiting too long.”

…

It’s been two weeks since they openly asked you to have sex with them. Well they never said, Y/N let have sex together, but based upon what they said to you that day, it would have been hard to interpret that as anything else. You sighed heavily as you hugged your textbooks tightly to your chest as you walked out of the building with your best friend Toniann by your side.

“Bitch guess who asked me out yesterday?” she squealed as she flipped her newly done braids behind her back.

“Who?” you asked out of curiosity.

“You know that hot girl that’s always hanging out with Geto and Gojo?” she asked as she bit into her teeth.

“Who is Ieiri Shoko?” you asked and she shook her head yes before squealing. “BITCH… No fucking way you’re going out with her.”

“I mean last night, we were out talking and having a drink and then the next thing you know, we were in the back of my car and I was getting fingered and strapped the fuck down. God mama Ieiri is so fucking sexy. Can you believe that she walks around with a strap on dil…”

“Hold the fuck up,” you said cutting Toniann’s story short. “You had sex with Shoko.”

“Bitch I just said that,” she replied. “She offered to have sex with me and I wanted to know what it felt like to have sex with a lesbian. I wanted to have that experience you know and I’m glad I did, because right now all I can think about is her fingers, her pretty boobs and that dildo.”

So, your best friend had sex with Shoko, just to have that experience and as that thought ran through your head. You immediately remembered the conversation between yourself, Geto and Gojo. And without thinking much you asked Toniann, “Do I need to have sex in order to be experienced?”

Toniann stopped a bit and thought about your question before answering. “Yeah you do.”

“But I read smut though, doesn’t that count as being experienced?” you asked.

Toniann laughed at you before responding, “Having knowledge about something and being experienced are two different things. In order to know what sex is you’ll have to experience it. Your smut books won’t be enough.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled under your breath and Toniann laughed before she went to tell you about her experience with Shoko.

…

Another week had passed and you were getting a bit annoyed with everything. Well not everything, just your smut books. Reading them wasn’t fun anymore (just like Gojo said before). And on top of that you were starting to feel a little frustrated.

You were having a tingling uncomfortable feeling down below. You didn’t know if it was because you were trying to find excitement while reading smut, or the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about Geto and Gojo’s offer to have sex with you.

You tossed your phone on the bed, fell face forward into your pillows and screamed. What the fuck is wrong with me? You screamed at yourself. You didn’t know what to do. The smuts weren’t entertaining anymore and your body just felt like you were in heat, or at least you thought you were. Because based upon what you read while reading those omegaverse stories, they claimed that whenever the alpha is in a rut or the omega is in heat, their bodies would usually feel hot and burning.

But you weren’t no FUCKING OMEGA. You just had to start accepting the fact that you’re just fucking horny virgin and your best friends offer sounds tempting. And also your smut books weren’t satisfying you anymore.

What were you going to do? You can’t just walk in and ask them to have sex with you. That’ll be embarrassing. Plus you also had to remember that you’re a virgin. So what were you going to do?

You sighed heavily to yourself before whispering, “Let’s start off simple, Y/N. You’ve read enough smut stories, you should know what to do.”

And you did. You changed into one of Gojo’s t-shirts and the socks that Geto bought for you and then lastly you took off your panties. You once read in a Tokyo Revengers fanfic that guys loved it when girls wore oversized t-shirts, socks and no panties. You just hoped that your best friends would approve.

You sighed heavily to yourself as you walked out of your room and went towards Gojo’s room since his room was the closest to yours. You released another sigh as you rested your hand on his door knob and slowly twisted it. “T- Toru?” you called as you opened to see if he was inside, and to your luck he was there, just laying down on his bed scrolling through his phone.

“Yeah?” he answered as he looked away from his phone to give you his attention. “What’s up?”

He watched as you bit your lips as you slowly entered his room. His eyes widened a bit when he saw you walking in his room wearing one of his t-shirts that you stole from his closet. What’s this?, he asked himself. “Can you cuddle with me?”

He tilted his head to the side a bit as he stared at you up and down. You don’t normally ask him to cuddle you. You’d normally ask Geto since Geto was the one who babied you the most. So why him? Why all of a sudden?

“Toru?” you called from him yet again.

He squinted his eyes a bit, but eventually he told you, “Alright come and let me cuddle you, Buttercup.”

You nodded your head as you grabbed the end of his t-shirt to keep it from riding up your thighs. And as you slowly made your way on his bed, Gojo quickly shot Geto a text saying,

Gojo: Buttercup is acting weird. She just asked me to cuddle with her. Isn’t that your job?

Geto responded immediately.

Geto: What?

Gojo: Exactly

Geto: I’m coming over. Gonna shower and bring some snacks.

Gojo rested his phone on the bed shortly after and opened up his arms for you. You smiled at him before laying your tiny head on his chest and throwing an arm around his torso, and a leg over his thigh. You had to fix your leg in a way so that he won’t feel your naked pussy on his leg.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked as he grabbed the remote that was on the bed and turned on his tv. You mumbled yes against his chest and he hummed back at you before logging on to netflix.

It didn’t take him that long to find a show for you to watch and once it was on, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “What are we watching?”

“365 days,” he answered.

You said nothing, you only stared at the television as you tried to think of a way to ask him to have sex with and maybe just maybe bring Geto along for the ride. You didn’t know why but you felt more comfortable asking Gojo these questions since Gojo has always been so casual about it. But how the fuck were you going to ask him.

About 11 minutes had passed since you both began watching the movie and you were so caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t realise what was going on until you heard a slight gagging sound. You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts and when you glanced at the television, you saw a girl, well she looked like an air hostess giving the guy who you presume to be the male lead a blowjob. Your eyes widened when you saw the screen switched back to the female lead who was playing with herself.

You were about to hide your face into Gojo's chest but he quickly grabbed your chin and then whispered, “Don’t look away.” You gulped and kept your eyes on the screen. A smirk formed itself upon his face when he felt your leg shift on his thigh and your body trembled slightly. “It looks fun right, Buttercup?” he asked and you shook your head yes. The scene didn’t last long, but it did grab your attention for the rest of the show. During that time, you shifted so many times you didn’t even realise that the shirt you had on was exposing your naked bottom and that your naked, wet pussy was on Gojo’s thigh.

It wasn’t until 30 minutes into the show when Geto quietly entered the room and immediately stopped when he saw how you were positioned on Gojo. Gojo saw Geto from the corner of his eyes and when he was about to call for him, he noticed that his best friend's focus was something and that when he realised that your bottom was exposed. And that’s when he also realised that your wet pussy was rubbing on his thigh.

He chuckled and so did Geto. You were so cute and so oblivious to the fact that they found out that you were naked underneath the shirt. “And what do we have here?” Geto finally asked as he closed the door behind him. You turned to look at him and smiled. He smiled back as he walked over to the bed and sat down beside you. He then rested the snacks on a chair that was beside Gojo’s bed before resting his hand on your hips and it made you gasp a bit.

“You’ve got a cute little butt here, Sugarplum,” Geto commented as he moved his hand from your hips and pulled up the shirt you had on a bit to show more of your naked butt. “And a cute little pussy too.”

“Cute and wet little pussy you mean,” Gojo said as his hand shifted from around your waist to rub your naked ass cheek. “She’s been rubbing her little pussy on my thighs for a while now.”

And the moment he said that, it was then that you realised that they both found out that you’re naked underneath. You were quick to pull away from them but as you were about to hop off the bed, Gojo quickly caught your hand and pulled you back on the bed.

“Shit!” You mumbled to yourself.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo asked as he reached for your shirt yet again to pull it up a bit to expose your naked underneath, but you pulled it back down to keep yourself covered. “I told you she was acting weird, Su. Our Buttercup usually doesn’t ask to cuddle with me. So I knew she had to have a reason to ask me out of the blue.”

“Yeah, I know. But I didn’t expect this,” he said with a smirk riding upon his lips.

“Me either. Not that I’m complaining though,” Gojo said as he grabbed both your hands with one hand and used the other to pull the shirt up yet again. “But, I’m curious. Why are you naked?”

Your cheeks began to burn from embarrassment as they both looked down at your naked pussy. God you were so embarrassed and what’s even more embarrassing was that wet patch on Gojo’s thigh. FUCK!

“Hm? Not that I don’t like the fact that you’re cuddling up with me when you're naked underneath your clothes. But why?” Gojo asked. Your lips began to tremble as you tried your hardest to answer his question.

The answer was simple. You were horny and you wanted to have a sexual experience with both him and Geto. But how he fuck we’re you going to say that out of your mouth to your best friends. “Come on Buttercup why?” he asked again.

You swallowed thickly as you glanced at the television to see another sex scene on the screen. They guy was getting heads once again. “Y/n, focus,” Geto said sternly as he grabbed your chin and turned your face towards Gojo. “Gojo asked you a question, didn't he? I expect you to give him an answer.”

You didn’t want to, but you had to because you knew that they weren’t going to let you go or ask you anything else until you answer this question. So without even thinking about what to say, you blurted out, “I was horny and I… I wanted to a-ask you a-and Su for help.”

“Why? I thought you said that your smut books were enough,” Gojo teased while licking his lips.

You huffed a bit before answering, “ I-it was, b-but then you b-both just had to… to be an asshole and ruining smut for me and t-then have the a-audacity to tempt me with such a tempting offer. Fuck you jerk bags.”

Gojo smirked and Geto chuckled. God you were so cute they almost wanted to tease you a bit more. But the sight of you pouting and sitting so cutely while being naked on Gojo’s bed just made their cocks hard. “So you want us to take care of you, Buttercup?” Gojo asked and you shook your head yes.

“Are you sure, Sugarplum? Remember you’re a virgin,” Geto asked as he stroked your cheeks.

“Yes I’m sure… just please,” you said as you continued to pout at them.

“Turn off the T.V, Toru. Sugarplum wants her little pussy to be played with,” And with that said Gojo released your shirt to turn off the TV while Geto undressed you slowly.

“So pretty,” Gojo said as he pulled his shirt over his head and took a seat beside you on the bed. “Such a pretty little body you’ve got here, Buttercup.”

“What are you going to do?” you asked.

“You’ll see, Buttercup you’ll see.”

…

Who would have thought that you were going to lose your virginity to either one of your best friends? You could have never imagined that you would have even thought about having sex with either of these whores.

But there you were with your head thrown back against Gojo’s shoulders, while his fingers pinched your perky nipples while the other hand slowly massaged your little clit. Geto was sitting between your open legs; his hand rubbing up and down on your thigh as he was just staring at your pussy while he thought about who should be the one to take your virginity.

He wouldn’t mind being the one to pop your cherry, but Gojo seemed like the better fit since he was more experienced with virgins. And also he just wanted to sit back and watch as Gojo bruised your pretty pussy.

His train of thought was broken at the sound of you gasping when Gojo pressed his finger tips at your entrance. “Feels good, Buttercup?” He asked as he pressed a kiss on your forehead as he gently brushed his hand over your soft naked flesh, only moving his hand for a bit just to give Geto another view of your pretty little pussy.

“Yes… yes,” you answered from trembling lips as you unconsciously spread your legs a bit further for the both of them to see your virgin hole. Geto grunted as he watched Gojo's finger pressed into your pretty cunt, which caused your pussy to be a little too wet and they haven’t even started anything as yet. Your tiny, yet smooth outer vagina lips were so slick that Geto could see your arousal coating Gojo’s fingers.

Gojo licked his lips and mumbled, “You’re so wet,” and then he ran his digits between your folds to collect more of your slick that was pooling from your glistening cunt. “So fucking wet and I haven’t even put my finger in.”

You whimpered at his touch as you lifted a hand and rested it over his hand that was squeezing your boob. “Please,” you mumbled as you lifted your hips slightly for just a bit more stimulation.

“You want me to finger you? Do you want to feel my long fingers thrusting inside your cute little pussy?” he asked as he kissed your forehead yet again. You shook your head yes and he chuckled before looking over at Geto who was just smiling. “What do you say Sugu, should I finger our pretty baby?” He asked Geto as he thumbed at your clit while his hand continued to fondle your breast.

“Let me have a taste first,” Geto said and Gojo grinned as he pulled his hand away from your cunt and shoved his fingers towards Geto’s face. You both watched as Geto leaned forward and opened his mouth to welcome Gojo’s fingers that were coated with your juices. Geto hummed against Gojo’s fingers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste of your sweet pussy juice.

“Fuck you taste so good,” Geto mumbled as Gojo pulled his fingers from his best friend’s mouth and pressed them against your clit yet again. Your back arched slightly in his hap when his fingers slowly and gently rubbed at your clit which had you gasping yet again.

“Mhmm…” you whimpered as your hips bucked to hump against his fingers. Gojo licked his lips and so did Geto. Their cock were straining heavily against the cotton fabric of the boxers - oh how they just can’t wait to fuck that cute little pussy you’ve been keeping from them all this time.

Such a pretty sight, Geto thought as he watched as your pussy dripped from Gojo’s light touches. To think that he would have loved the sight of your wet pussy this much was driving him crazy. He wanted to taste you, fuck you but he also wanted to watch as Gojo to fuck you into oblivion.

He was losing it.

“Gonna give you what you want , Buttercup,” Gojo whispered as he slowly slipped his middle finger inside your pussy, sighing softly to himself at the feeling of your warm, wet pussy wrapping around his finger.

Your lips parted slightly to release a breathy moan, your hips buckling once more as he slowly thrust his finger in and out of your virgin hole. He pulled his finger from your cunt and thrust it into his mouth to also have a taste of your pussy. “So sweet,” he moaned around his finger, before slowly pulling it from his lips and thrust it back into you.

He pulled back out and stuffed his finger inside you, slowly dragging his finger against your hot, gummy walls. He was enjoying the feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his finger. Carefully - he slipped in another, curling them just a bit to touch your sweet spot. You moaned his name as he kept his steady rhythm that had your hips meeting his every thrust.

God. they both thought you looked so beautiful falling apart from Gojo’s fingers.

Geto couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He quickly yanked Gojo’s fingers from your cunt and licked them clean before grabbing both your thighs and tossed them over his shoulders. You gasped and Gojo chuckled as his other hand moved to fondle your other lonely boob.

Geto licked his lips as he got comfortable between your legs on his tummy and lined his face up with your cunt. “He loves eating pussy you see,” Gojo whispered as Geto pressed his nose into your wet pussy and took a long sniff. “He’s gonna make a mess out of you.”

“Fuck, she smells so good Toru,” Geto mumbled as he laid his tongue flat against your clit. A deep groan rumbled in the back of his throat from how sweet you tasted in his mouth. A cry fell from your lips from the contact, your thighs clamped tightly around his head as he swiftly licked at your cunt and wrapped his arms around thighs to keep you steady as he feast upon your nectar.

“Fuck, you’re so cute,” Gojo whispered as he let go off your breast and grabbed your chin. He tilted your head back, smiled at you before pressing his lips against yours. It was his first time kissing you and though you were the virgin here, he felt like he was going to turn a puddle. Your lips felt so soft as you moved them so innocently against his like this was your very first kiss and he dared to think that this was your first kiss.

And as much as Geto wanted to lay there and watch as you made out with his best friend, he wanted you to pay attention to him. He quickly detached his lips from your pussy, removed one hand from your thigh and slapped your clit. You gasped and pulled your lips away from Gojo to look down at Geto who was now smirking at you.

“Focus on daddy, sugarplum. You’ll be able to focus on Toru soon enough, since he’s going to be the one to take your virginity,” Geto said as dragged his tongue between your folds.

“I am?” Gojo asked while grinning.

“Mhm hm,” Geto responded as he licked between your folds yet again. “I wanna watch you screw over our pretty baby.”

“You gonna smash after?” Gojo asked.

“What do you think?” Geto replied with a question. Gojo chuckled, already knowing the answer. Your sweet moaning brought his attention back to you as Geto swiftly moved his tongue between your folds, lapping up all your juices before switching back to suck at your clit in his mouth. Your toes began to curl above his shoulder as your hand reached out to grip his hair that was messily caught in a ponytail. He hummed as he continued to move his tongue against your wet cunt. You felt like it was on fire as he ate you out like a starved man. Your finger grazed his scalp, your hips desperately trying to rut against his face which made him moaned, “Fuck sugarplum… fuck.”

His lips clamped down against your clit and gently sucked until her thighs started to tremble against his shoulders. He smiled against your pussy and then pressed a kiss against your cunt - he then pulled his mouth away from your pussy, looked up at Gojo who was just staring down at your pretty face. Your eyes were opened and filled with lust, your mouth slightly parted and trembling with need for someone to kiss them.

“Your pussy tastes so sweet, my pretty baby,” Geto said as he pressed another kiss on your messy cunt while his hand rubbed up against your soft thighs. “I want you to cum for daddy now alright. Tell me that you’ll cum for daddy.”

Gojo smirked and bit his lips and watched as you cast your eyes upon Geto as you slowly whispered, “I’ll cum… huh… I’ll cum for daddy.”

You didn’t have much time to process what was yet to cum when Geto dived back in, his mouth covering and greedily sucking on your pussy before he pressed his tongue into you. His nails scraped at your skin while humming and lickking at your sensitive spots. You trembled as though you were being pushed before your wits end as Geto pulled your legs from around his neck and pressed them into the mattress to get a better view while he continued to messily eat your pussy.

Your breathing became heavy, your hand gripped onto hand gripping tightly onto his hair as his mouth moved erotically, it had your pussy throbbing and your walls pulsing from the overwhelming feeling. “Sugu… oh my God… Fuck.” you cried as your orgasm slowly crept up on you.

“Yes Buttercup, that's it,” Gojo whispered as his best friend continued to assault your swollen clit. “Come on baby, cum all over Sugu’s face.” And that alone had you screaming, your back lurching from Gojo’s chest as tears ran down your cheek as your orgasm crashed on you like a wave. Geto moaned against your cunt while he drank your cum in his mouth. He groaned at the sweet tangy taste of your cunt. Your hips slightly lifted to grind against his face as you rode out your first orgasm of the night.

He grinned happily against your pussy before kissing your clitand then pulled away to look up at your panting, blissed out expression. You were feeling embarrassed when you looked at both of them as Gojo whispered, “Feels better than those smut books right?”

“Stop teasing her Toru,” Geto said as he slowly hovered over your body and rested his head against your. “Did you like that?” he asked and he shook his head yes. “Me too. Now that we’ve prepared you; you’re going to lay pretty and let Toru fuck you. I want to watch Toru destroy your pussy?” You slowly shook your head yes and Gojo smiled.

“Gonna grab the condoms,” Gojo said and left to grab the condom and when he returned he had a condom on his dick and his boxers nowhere to be found. And also if it wasn’t for the fact that you were partially dumb from pleasure then you would have ran away because the size of his cock was not one to be played with especially by a virgin.

And anyone in their right mind would have ask, “Where the fuck are you going with that?”

…

Geto was seated in the chair that once held the food as he watched Gojo kiss your lips as Gojo slowly grind his cock against your wet entrance. “Hmm,” Gojo hummed as he shuddered a bit. He had his hands on your thighs spreading you out to open up your cunt a bit more for him.

“Toru,” you moaned as you pulled away from his lips to stare at him, “Please… don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t,” he whispered as he captured your lips yet again. You hissed against his lips when he pressed the tip at your entrance and slowly… slowly slid his cock inside your pussy. Your lips trembled against his, fingers digging into the flesh of his arms as he continued to slide deeper into you.

“Toru,” you squealed against his lips, feeling your pussy being stretched out to fit his cock. It hurt but not as bad as you expected it to be.

“Yes baby,” he answered now that he had completely bottomed out. “So fucking tightly,” he mumbled as he pulled his hips back and thrust deeper into you. Your back arch, your hands falling from his arms to the bed. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets tightly as he pulled out and thrust in again. “Fuck yes.” He groaned as he began to thrust into you at a fast, but not so harsh pace. He was thrusting fast enough to have your pussy weeping, but he was still gentle with his thrust because it was your first time. And he wanted your first time with him to be memorable. The tip of his blushed pink swollen cock head kissed grazed your walls and his heavy ball clapped against your wet cunt with every thrust of his hip.

His cock was snuggled up against your spongy wall, the tip of his cock head desperately trying to find where your g-spot was. And it wasn’t long because the moment his cock rested against that sweet spot, your pussy clenched and your arched against his chest. You moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you lifted your hands to wrap around his neck and slowly pulled him down for a kiss. You panting against his mouth, your heart beating rapidly against your chest.

“Toru, feels good,” you moaned against his lips.

“Yeah… feels so good, Buttercup?” he whispered as your lips before thrusting his tongue past your lips to swallow up your moans and respond to his question. Geto hummed as he stood up to get a better view of your face. Your back arched yet again when Geto’s nibble fingers pinched at your nipples, slowly rolling your aching bud between his fingers.

Then he bent his head down to whisper in your ears while Gojo’s lips continued to devour yours, “Such a pretty baby, Sugarplum. You love his cock don’t you?” You nodded yes into Gojo’s mouth.

“Mhm, she’s so tight Sugu. Fuck I don’t know why you’ve been keeping this pussy from me for so ling,” Gojo whispered against your lips as he moved one hand from your thighs and grabbed your hand to lace his fingers with yours. He pressed your hand into the mattress as he continued to fuck his stiff cock inside your warm, wet, soaking pussy.

Gojo lifted his body from yours a bit to angle his cock to press down more onto your g-spot and thrust deeper than he already was. A scream was ripped from you, eyes rolling further back into your head as you tried to keep your trembling body still underneath his hold. He was so deep, you could feel him poking from your tummy and it felt good, so good that it had your wet pussy queefing.

“Oh shit, listen to that,” Geto grinned. Gojo pulled away from your lips to look down at you with a smirk adoring his face. “That fucking pussy is queefing.”

“Feels good huh baby, better than those smut books huh?” Gojo asked as he stared down at your flustered face. Sweat trickled from the side of your foreheads, tears rolling down your flustered cheek, your teeth biting harshly at your swollen lips. “Put her legs up on my shoulder, I want to see her queefing pussy creaming around my dick.” Geto chuckled as he hoisted your leg that wasn’t held down by his hand over Gojo’s shoulders.

“Ah…” you moaned yet again when his cock shifted inside your trembling pussy. Your toes curled yet again, and the muscles in your thighs spasmed.

“Such a beautiful messy pussy,” Geto commented as he squeezed your breast again before kissing your forehead and then he sat back down to gaze upon you and Gojo with lust filled eyes while smiling sweetly at the both of you. Gojo moaned when he felt your queefing pussy creamed around his cock, your thick cream nectar coating his cock and leaked from your quivering hole, down to your backside and on the inside of your thighs.

“So good, so good,” you cried as your pussy clenched and sucked him back in whenever he pulled out of your pussy. This felt so much better than what your poor mind could have imagined. He was right, your smut stories could not compare to the overwhelming sensation of Gojo’s cock thrusting deeper inside of you.

“Yeah,” Gojo whispered, thrusting a bit faster and deeper while he squeezed your hand into the bed even more. White star-like lights began to cloud your vision and you were gasping more desperately. Your body arched yet again when a familiar coil started to form itself into the pit of your tummy.

“More, more,” you cried, your heels digging into the bed and his back as you tried to thrust up hips to meet his every thrust. A low seductive chuckle left his as the hand that was gripping your thighs moved to grip your throat. His hands began to tighten around and he leaned forward to press a kiss on your cheeks while he slowly pulled out.

He then whispered, “I’ll give you more, pretty baby,” then he slammed himself into your creaming pussy. Another scream was ripped from you as your body began to spasm beneath him, your pussy clenching even tighter around his shaft.

“Yes right there, right there,” You cried out, your thighs trembling as he thrust harder and deeper. His balls slapping against your wet pussy and his masculine scent sent your mind into a spiral. Your pussy was like a flood, gushing with your cream that enabled him to thrust deeper inside your warm cunt. “Don’t stop.”

“Mhm, open up your mouth,” he said and without even thinking, you slowly parted your lips for him. He smirked, “Just like that,” he said before he spit in your mouth. You were a bit taken back, but not for long because you moaned as you swallowed his warm saliva before opening up your mouth for him yet again. “Mhm, you like that huh?” Gojo asked as he spits in your mouth yet again. “Such a nasty pretty baby,” Gojo whispered as he spits yet again before leaning forward to kiss your lips, his tongue thrusting past your lips to kiss you messily.

Your body jerks with every deep, hard thrust. Your tits bouncing as your vision slowly started to leave you, your mind was going numb with pleasure. “Fuck, fuck me,” you moaned breathlessly into his mouth. Gojo smirked and so did Geto who had his aching cock in his hand just waiting to fill up your hole when Gojo was done wrecking it.

“Yeah keep squeezing your tight little pussy around my cock like that baby,” he grunted as his hips snapped at an inhumane speed, it made the bed creak and knocked against the walls. Gojo felt his orgasm fast approaching, and you were close too. He could feel it just from the way you were clenching and creaming around his cock.

Your nails scraped the fabric of his bedsheets, your eyes tightly closed and you cried out, “I… cumming… Toru.” He hummed as his hand left your thigh to rub his fingers against your throbbing needy clit, edging you closer to your orgasm. “Fuck… yes,” you screamed as your released yourself into the bliss of your orgasm, and despite the fat that you were trembling, Gojo kept fucking you through your orgasm, his hips thrusting sloppily into your cunt as he chased his orgasm.

“Fuck keep cumming like that, I almost there,” he moaned as he glanced over at Geto to see that the long haired man was lost within his own pleasure. Geto was cumming really hard. He released a throaty moan as he squeezed and pumped his twitching cock as thick ropes of cum dripped from the tip of his fat cock.

Now Gojo wasn’t gay, but that sight of his best friend coming just by watching him fuck into your tiny little pussy was enough to have his cock twitching heavily inside of your warm cunt as he came hard too. Gojo captured your swollen lips yet again as he released his semen inside your tight little hole, well inside the condom. You moaned against his lips and let him release every drop until he was done. Once he was done, he slowly pulled out of you and flipped you over on your tummy. It was now Geto’s turn

…

You had little time to catch your breath when Geto climbed up on the bed and placed his hands on your cute little bottom. His hands began to massage your butt as he mumbled, “Toru fuck your little pussy good huh?” You shook your head yes as you turned your head to look back at him. “You should tell Toru thank you, sugarplum.”

“T-thank you, T-Toru,” you stuttered as Gojo’s tall frame appeared in front of you.

He pressed a kiss on your forehead then whispered, “You’re welcome. Sugu is gonna take really good care of your pretty pussy now ok, Buttercup.”

“You’re not leaving are you?” Geto asked as he lifted your lower half from the bed and positioned your body into a kneeling position.

“Hell no, I wanna watch my buttercup get fuck by another big cock,” Gojo said as he sat on the chair that Geto was sitting in. Geto chuckled a bit as he stroked his condom covered cock. As much as they didn’t want to use protection, they had to because it was your first time. He pressed down the middle of your back into the bed making your arch before pressing the fat tip of his cock inside of you. You gasped, clutching the sheets tightly.

“Ready, sugarplum?” Geto asked as he rubbed his hand on your butt.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Yes what?” he asked. You were about to ask him what he meant by that but then you remembered that he called himself daddy a few times tonight.

“Yes daddy,” you answered. He hummed in satisfaction before slowly pushing is cock deep inside your pussy. “FUCK…” he moaned out when your pussy plused around his shaft. Gojo was right, you were so wet, he could feel your wetness through his condom. “Fucking hell.”

“She has a damn good pussy. A fucking great pussy,” Gojo commented as he rest his back against the chair with his finger wrappe around his semi-erected cock. “And to think she wanted to keep this pussy all to herself and those fucking smut books.”

“Would have been a fucking waste,” Geto said as he drew his hips back and slowly thrust into your pussy and watched as your pussy slowly stretched open to welcome his thick, girthy cock. “Fuck.”

“Sugu… please move,” you begged as he pressed into you even more.

“Mhm, fuck yeah,” Geto groaned as his hips began rolling at a slow pace to a build up. “Hmm.”

You moaned as you pressed your face into the bed and arched your back even more. You’ve seen and read how deep a man cock can go in this position and you wanted to feel it. Deep inside your tiny little pussy. Geto smacked his heavy hand against your ass cheek then grabbed the burning flesh and massaged it while his other hand held onto your hips tightly.

You gasped and moaned Geto’s name as he thrust deeper and faster, and each thrust had your head bopping slightly. Gojo watched from the side of the bed, his cock swelling in his hand and he pumped his cock that was aching and desperate for his release. Gojo smirked as he watched your face twist itself with pleasure.

“Look at you,” Gojo cooed, as he stood up from the chair, moved closer to you and grabbed your face. He lifted your head so you could look at him while he mocked. “I don’t need to have sex be experienced. But look now taking two big fucking cocks. I thought you didn’t need to have sex Buttercup.” He released your face and before your head could fall back into place, his hand smacked your cheek. This was the second time his sexual actions shocked you and to be honest with yourself, you loved it. He smacked you yet again before grabbing your chin and whispered, “We’re gonna make you into our nasty little whore when we’re done with you tonight.”

“Don’t be mean Toru,” Geto said while smiling down at you.

“I’m not being mean,” Gojo said as he slapped your ass on the other cheek before moving his hand to play with your cute little butt hole. You moaned as his finger circled around your entrance. “You like that?” he asked and you mumbled yes. “Gonna fuck your cute ass soon enough then.”

You moaned as you pushed your hips back against Geto to meet his every thrust. Geto smiled before groaning as he kept fucking you in this position. His thick long cock was sliding deeper inside your cunt , so deep it had you now crying from the pleasure. “You’re fucking me so deep,” you cried and gripped the bed sheets tight. Geto chuckled from your cute attempt to fuck yourself on him, and he would have stop to let you do your work, but instead his hips snapped against you even faster.

“Finger her little butt hole Toru,” Geto said to his best friend as he slowed his roll into gentle strokes that had you shuddering. You pussy got even more wet from this. “So fucking wet,” he mumbled as he listen to lewd sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck,” Gojo mumbled as he spat on his thumb and rubbed it over your puckered hole before slowly thrusting his finger inside your butthole.

“Ugh… Ah,” you moaned out as Gojo matched the pace of his fingers and his fist to the rolling of Geto’s hips. You were feeling so good, to the point where you felt like you were no longer in your own body.

Who would have thought that sex for the first time would have felt so amazing. You’ve heard stories of your peers experiencing sex for the first time and to be honest most of them weren’t good. Like your friend who lost her virginity to her ex-boyfriend under a cherry tree. That’s rough.

But God, you were happy that your first time having sex felt this amazing. You can’t wait to boast to Toniann about this.

Geto smacked your ass yet again, his hips and Gojo’s big finger picking up the pace. You can feel those knots forming in your tummy again. “I wanna cum again.”

“Mhm, that’s good. Gonna cum around daddy’s cock?” he asked as his fingers found your clit and he began to play with it.

“Mhm… Gonna cum for daddy,” your cried with tears rolling down your pretty face as he fucked your faster, harder and deeper. The bed creaked yet again, the sound of your ass smacking against his thighs grew louder with each thrust. You could barely think, your breaths were coming out in choppy desperate pants.

“That’s right sugarplum, cum for daddy,” He said and smacked your ass yet again as Gojo thrust his thumb faster and stroked his cock even faster. The sting of his palm on your ass had you mind swimming in Euphoria. Geto could fuck your little pussy ass day. He can’t believe that underneath all your shy, feisty cute adorable self was a nasty whore who obviously has a daddy kink and a spit kink.

The thought of pulling your head back to let Gojo spit in your mouth yet again had his cock twitching heavily inside your cunt. He was close to cumming and so were you. “Come on baby, almost there,” Geto groaned loudly behind you. Your thighs started to tremble as your third orgasm washed over you. “Yes, yes.”

“Look at her fucking go,” Gojo praised as he watched as you gushed around Geto’s cock.

You moaned, back arching while you cried out Geto’s. You were so fucking deep in your orgasm you had no strength to tell him that you’re pussy felt weird. And weird as in overstimulated. But you didn’t mind that he kept thrusting to chase his own and it wasn’t long before Gojo came in his hand, followed by Geto pulling out of you while he cum inside his condom.

“You’re fucking amazing Buttercup,” Gojo said as he smacked your ass.

“Daddy’s proud, Sugar plum,” Geto also praised as he bent his head down to kiss you messy pussy one last time for the night before he lifted you from the bed to go and clean up your poor fucked out body.

…

“Are you going to admit that having sex is way more fun than reading smuts?” Gojo asked as he kissed you on your lips.

You huffed and rolled your eyes at him as you responded, “Never in a million years. Reading smut is much more fun.”

“Your mouth is saying one thing, but your little pussy was saying another,” Gojo teased before cupping your ass in his hand. Geto laughed as he watched as you and Gojo went back and forth about your smut books while Geto rubbed your thighs.

“You have a big mouth,” you said to Gojo as an insult but he only laughed at you before shaking his head. You joined in on the laugh as well after you’ve both calmed down, you asked. “So what are we now? I mean I just had sex with the both of you.”

“Wanna marry me?” Gojo asked. You looked at him confused and Geto chuckled. “Wanna marry me and Sugu, Buttercup?”

“He’s asking if you wanna be our girlfriend?” Geto said. “It’s too early for marriage, Satoru.”

“Why? I wanna marry that pussy of hers, like right now and put a baby up in her,” Gojo said.

You laughed before looking at Geto and said, “Yeah I wanna be your girlfriend, only if you alone me to read my smut books.”

“Have it your way baby,” he said and you, him and Gojo all laughed until you somehow found yourself later that night or let's say around 2 am in the morning, riding Gojo’s cock while Geto was making a video of the both of you.

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌? 𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

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THE GREAT WAR.

♱ genre. tragedy, WWI au, 18+

♱ summary. in the midst of world war I, satoru gojou drafted and sent off to the western front, leaving behind the love of his life with the promise of marrying her when he returned. he clings to the thoughts of a future with her and the letters she sends him in hopes of reuniting with her.

♱ pairings. satoru gojou, fem!reader

♱ word count. 8k

♱ tags/warnings. violence, suggestive content, major character death, profanity, mentions of drug use, weapon use, + more

♱ notes. this wasn't meant to be long or anything or fully fleshed out but i decided to share it anyways. i lowkey hate this but what can i say. i also made myself upset because of course i did. anyways likes and rb's always appreciated :)

December 1, 1917

My Dearest Love,

I hope my letter reaches you before we move further down the front and getting letters out becomes harder. I hope you’re sound asleep in our bed, enjoying dreamland with Charlie.

I wanted to let you know that I think of you every day. I keep replaying our last night together in my mind. It was so precious, and I wish I could be there with you now. We talked about our future together. Even now, even here, I still dream of that future. It’s the only thing that keeps me going.

This war has shown me things I can’t forget, things I’ll never forget. I worry for Suguru too as he’s losing himself. Baby I can’t lie to you, it’s hard out here. If something happens to me and I don’t make it back, please remember how much I love you. I love you more than words can say.

Please stay strong for me, my love. I’ll hold onto the hope that we’ll be together again someday.

With all my love,

Satoru

May 18, 1917

The radio crackles faintly as you twist the dial, trying to find the right station. The sound of distorted voices filled the small living room of your home. You are sitting on the worn couch that you and Satoru had spent countless nights on, talking about everything and nothing. Satoru sits beside you with his arm draped over your shoulders, his hand resting on your upper arm, fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles on your skin. It’s a small gesture, one that he’s done a thousand times before, but tonight it feels… different.

You finally find the station you’ve been looking for, and the voice on the radio comes through, clear and steady.

“…the President has announced that the United States will be joining the war in Europe. All eligible men between the ages of 21 and 30 are to be drafted into military service…”

You freeze at the words, like a winter chill had seeped into your bones. You feel a sharp, involuntary intake of breath, your hand tightening around the knob of the radio as if holding on to it will somehow keep the world from spinning out of control.

“They’re really doing it,” he murmurs.

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry, and force yourself to speak. “We talked about this, but…” The words feel strange on your tongue as if they belong to someone else. “Hearing it…hearing it makes it real.”

Satoru nods, but he doesn’t say anything.

Finally, he speaks, his voice barely more than a whisper. “What are we going to do?”

The question hangs in the air, unanswered, because you don’t know the answer. How could you? You want to say something, anything, to reassure him, to reassure yourself, but the words would not come. Instead, you reach for his hand, lacing your fingers with his, holding on as tightly as you can, as if it might somehow keep the world from falling apart.

Satoru’s grip tightens around yours, and for a moment, you can feel the fear in him, the uncertainty. You’ve always known him as strong and always in control, but now, in this moment, he’s just as lost as you are.

“We’ll figure it out, baby. I promise,” He whispered.

Satoru pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you as you buried your face in his chest. You breathed in the familiar scent of him, trying to memorize every detail as if it was the last time you would ever get to hold him like this. His lips press against the top of your head, a gentle, lingering kiss that speaks of promises made and promises that will be broken.

June 3, 1917

Tomorrow is the day that Satoru is set to leave for the Western front.

The golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the windows, casting long, melancholy shadows across the bedroom. It was a room you had filled with so many memories—laughter, love, late-night conversations that had lasted until the early hours of the morning. But now, the only thing that seemed to be there was a half-packed duffel bag lying open on the bed.

You stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching as Satoru moved about the room gathering the the last couple of items he would need. He was quiet the entire time he packed his bags. You could see the way his shoulders were stiff and the subtle tremor in his hands as he reached for another piece of clothing.

Between the two of you, Satoru had always been the strong one. The one who could face anything with a smile, it was the thing that had drawn you to him in the first place.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” you said softly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He paused at the sound of your voice, his hands hovering over the duffel bag. Slowly, he turned to face you, His eyes met yours, and in them, you saw the fear he was trying so hard to hide.

“I don’t know how to do this,” Satoru finally admitted, his voice rough, like it had been scraped raw from holding back so much. “I don’t know how to leave you.”

His confession broke something inside of you like a dam of emotions had finally been let loose. Before you knew it, you were across the room, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you could, burying your face in his chest. His arms came around you instantly, pulling you close, holding on as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time,” you whispered. “Not with me.”

“I’m scared,” he admitted, the words muffled against your hair. “I’m so scared, and I hate that I’m leaving you and Charlie like this.”

Your heart ached at his words. It was a side of him he rarely showed anyone, even you. You pulled back just enough to look up at him, your hands cupping his face, your thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to fall.

“I’m scared too.”

“Do you remember the first time we talked about the war?” Satoru asked suddenly.

You nodded, remembering the day that the news had broke about the conflict in Europe. It was just another story on the radio, something that had felt so far away. The two of you had been sitting in the same room, listening to the same radio, with your hands entwined talking about the life you wanted to build together.

“It felt like something that could never touch us. Like it was happening in another world, to people we’d never know.”

Satoru sighed, “And now, it’s all too real.”

When you looked up at him, you could see the same look in his eyes that you had seen when the draft letter first arrived.

You felt your tears start to fall as you reached up to touch his face, your fingers tracing the familiar lines of his features, trying to commit them to memory. “So do I,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. “But no matter what happens, I’ll be here when you come back. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Satoru closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. I’m going to miss you so much,” he murmured. “Every single day.”

You pulled him down into a kiss, slow and lingering, pouring all of your love, your fear, your hope into that one moment, trying to convey everything you couldn’t put into words. Satoru’s hands came up to cup your face, his lips moving against yours with a desperation that made your heart ache once more.

“I love you,” you could hear him say as he continued to latch his mouth onto yours. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Without breaking the kiss, Satoru guided you towards the bed, his hands moving to your waist as he lifted you, laying you down gently on the mattress. The duffel bag was pushed to the side, forgotten for now, as he climbed on top of you, his body pressing down against yours, relishing the taste of his buttery lips on yours.

June 4, 1917

“Are you ready?” His voice broke the silence.

You turned to face him, your throat tight with the words you wanted to say but couldn’t find. Instead, you nodded, though nothing about you felt ready—least of all your heart.

Satoru approached you slowly as if he wasn’t sure how to comfort you without breaking down. His warm hand reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear you didn’t realize had fallen.

“You know I have to do this,” he said, his voice soft. “It’s my duty. I can’t—”

“Please don’t go,” you interrupted, the words spilling out before you could stop them. Your voice cracked, you were desperate to make him stay. You knew you were asking the impossible, that no matter how much you begged, he couldn’t stay. But the thought of losing him, of not knowing if he would ever come back, was too much to bear.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if he could shield you from the reality you had both come to face.

“I wish I could stay,” he murmured against your hair. “More than anything, I wish I could stay here with you. But I have to go. I have to.”

You clung to him, your fingers gripping the fabric of his uniform as if you could keep him there, with you, if you just held on tight enough. “But what if you don’t come back? What if—”

“I will come back.” He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, the look almost pleading. “I promise you, baby, I will come back. And when I do, I’m going to marry you, and we’ll have that life we always talked about. We’ll have a family, a home...everything.”

“What if something happens?” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “What if—”

“Hey,” Satoru’s voice was gentle, and soothing, as he cupped your face in both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that were now streaming down your cheeks. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’ll be careful, I’ll keep my head down, and I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

His words were meant to comfort you, but they only made the pain worse. Because deep down, no matter how much he promised, there was no guarantee that he would come back. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say that. So instead, you nodded, forcing yourself to believe, if only for his sake. “Promise me you’ll write,” you said, your voice trembling. “Every chance you get.”

“I will,” he assured you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Every chance I get, I’ll write to you. And I want you to write to me too, okay? Tell me everything, don’t leave anything out. I want to know everything that’s going on with you, no matter how small it might seem.”

You nodded again, a small, shaky smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I will. I promise.”

Satoru sighed, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I have to go.”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nodded, swallowing hard against the lump in your throat. Satoru gave you one last, long look as if trying to memorize every detail of your face before he finally turned and picked up his duffel bag.

You walked the man you love to the door, your steps were slow, each one feeling like a goodbye. When you reached the threshold, Satoru stopped, turning to face you one last time. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was full of everything you couldn’t say—fear, hope, love, and the desperate need to hold on to this moment, to him, for as long as you could. When he finally pulled away, you could see the tears in his eyes, tears he was trying so hard to hold back.

“I’ll see you soon.”

And then he was gone, walking out the door and down the path that led to the street, where a car was waiting to take him to the docks. You stood in the doorway, watching as he walked away. When he reached the car, he turned back one last time, raising his hand in a small wave, a sad smile on his lips.

You raised your hand in return, your vision blurred by tears, your body shaking with the force of the sobs you were holding back. And then he was gone, the car driving away, taking him further and further from you, until he was just a speck on the horizon, and then nothing at all.

Finally, when you couldn’t stand it any longer, you sank to the floor, your body shaking with sobs that you could no longer hold back. You cried for what felt like an eternity with Charlie at your side, your tears soaking into the wood beneath you, your cries echoing in the empty house.

When you finally had no tears left, when your body was too exhausted to cry anymore, you lay there, curled up on the floor, clutching the memory of Satoru close to your heart, the only thing you had left of him.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” you whispered into the silence, your voice hoarse from crying. “No matter how long it takes, I’ll be here when you come back.”

September 7, 1917

My Dearest Satoru,

I hope this letter finds you safe and well. I wish more than anything that I could be there with you, to hold your hand and tell you that everything will be okay. But since I can’t, I’m sending you all the love I have, wrapped up in these words.

Life here is quiet without you. The days seem longer, and the nights feel emptier, but I’m doing my best to keep busy. I’ve been tending to our plants you always loved, you won’t believe how much they’ve grown! The roses have bloomed beautifully this year, and I think of you every time I see them. I imagine you coming home and us standing together in the kitchen, just like we used to, with Charlie at our feet.

Speaking of Charlie, he’s been such a comfort to me in your absence. He’s still the same playful pup, always chasing his tail and trying to catch the birds that come too close. But I think he misses you just as much as I do. Sometimes, he will sit by the door, staring out as if he is waiting for you to walk through it. I take him on long walks, and every time we pass by the places we used to go together, he pulls at the leash, looking around as if he expects to see you there. I can’t help but smile and cry a little at the same time. He’s such a good dog, Satoru, and I know he’ll be so happy to see you when you come home.

I dream about the day you’ll come home, the day we’ll finally be together again. I dream of the life we’ll have, the family we’ll build, all the things we talked about before you left. And until that day comes, I’ll be here, waiting for you, loving you with everything I have. I’ll keep writing to you, and I hope that these letters bring you some comfort, some reminder of the life waiting for you here.

Please take care of yourself, Satoru. Stay safe, stay strong, and know that I’m counting down the days until you return. I love you more than words can say, and I’m so proud of you. Come back to us soon.

With all my love,

Y/N

October 12, 1917

The train clacked along the tracks, the noise doing little to soothe the nerves of the men inside. Satoru was sat by the window, his thoughts a thousand miles away.

Satoru’s hand slipped into his pocket, fingers closing around the worn edges of a small, creased photograph. He pulled it out, his eyes softening as he looked at the image of the woman who had captured his heart. Your eyes held all the warmth of a summer day, and your smile—oh, that smile—was the beacon that guided him. He could almost hear your voice, talking about the latest gossip or news.

As the train jolted along the tracks, Satoru’s thoughts drifted back to the last time he had seen you, the way you had clung to him, the way your tears soaked his uniform as you begged him not to go.

A soft voice broke through his reverie, pulling him back to the present. “Is that your wife?”

Satoru glanced up to see the soldier sitting next to him, a young man barely out of his teens, with wide, innocent eyes. He was looking at the photograph in Satoru’s hand with curiosity.

Satoru managed a small, bittersweet smile, his thumb brushing over the face of the woman in the photograph. “No,” he replied softly. “We never got the chance to marry.”

The young soldier’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion. “Why not? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Satoru sighed, leaning back against the hard, uncomfortable seat. His gaze drifted back to the photograph. “I was going to,” he began, his voice distant as he spoke, almost as if he were talking more to himself than to the young soldier beside him. “We talked about it, even picked out a date... But then the war came, and everything changed. I didn’t want to leave her, but there wasn’t enough time.”

He paused, his eyes clouding with the memories of that fateful day. The tears in your eyes as you pleaded with him to stay to marry you. But he had refused, not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you a widow, of making you wait for a man who might never come back. It had been the hardest decision of his life, and now, as he sat on this train bound for the front lines, he wondered if he had made the right one.

“She must be something special,” he said quietly.

“She is,” Satoru replied, his voice softening as he thought of you. “She’s everything. The strongest, most loving person I’ve ever known. She’s the reason I’m doing this, the reason I’m still standing.”

He fell silent, his mind drifting back to the countless nights the two of you had spent talking about your future. You had dreamed of growing old together, maybe moving out to the countryside and live in a little house.

“What’s her name?” the young soldier asked, his voice pulling Satoru back from his thoughts.

“Y/N,” Satoru said softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he spoke your name. “She’s waiting for me to come back.”

“You’ll make it back to her. I know you will.”

Satoru nodded, though deep down, he wasn’t so sure.

The train jerked to a stop, the shrill whistle signaling their arrival at the next station. The soldiers began to stand, gathering their gear as they prepared to disembark. Satoru carefully folded the photograph and slipped it back into his pocket, close to his heart, where it belonged.

As he stepped off the train, the cold air hit him like a slap in the face. The station was a bleak and desolate place filled with soldiers. Satoru pulled his coat tighter around him, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching for something, anything, that would remind him of home.

But there was nothing.

He glanced back at the train, at the young soldier who had spoken to him. Their eyes met for a brief moment, then the young soldier raised his hand and, in a small almost hesitant wave said, “Take care of yourself!”

Satoru nodded, though he couldn’t bring himself to say the words in return. He turned and began walking, the weight of his rifle heavy on his shoulder.

The journey to the front lines was grueling, to put it lightly. It was something that tested the physical and mental limits of every man in the company. The landscape was a reflection of the war: the fields now lay barren, scarred by craters and the remnants of past battles. Trees stood like charred skeletons against the gray sky, their branches reaching out like twisted fingers. It was a place that seemed to exist outside of time, where the seasons had no hold.

Satoru walked near the front of the column, though his thoughts were universes away. He had stopped trying to make sense of the war around him, instead, his mind clung to the thought of his girlfriend and his home. Every so often, his hand would drift to his pocket, where the photograph of his beloved remained safely tucked away. It was his anchor, the one thing that kept him grounded in a world that seemed to have lost all meaning.

Throughout the journey, there were brief breaks from the march. Moments where men could catch their breath and rest their sore legs. During these breaks, the sliders would drop to the ground wherever they could find space. Some lit cigarettes, the tiny glowing embers flickering in the dim light, while others simply stared into the distance.

Satoru usually found a spot a little apart from the others, leaning against the trunk of a withered tree or sitting on a flat rock. Once on a break, the company rested by the narrow road that cut through a ruined village. Satoru found himself staring at the crumbling remains of a church. The steeple had collapsed, the once-proud structure now reduced to a pile of rubble. A few scattered graves dotted the ground nearby, their markers leaning at odd angles as if they, too, had given up the fight against the ravages of war.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of voices approaching from down the road. Another company was making its way toward them, the soldiers’ weary faces reflecting the same one that Satoru saw on his men.

Satoru glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar faces. Most of the men looked just as worn and weary as his own comrades, their uniforms stained with mud. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure that made him pause, his heart skipping a beat.

It couldn’t be—but it was.

Suguru Getou stood a little apart from the rest of his company, his back against the remnants of a low stone wall. He was staring off into the distance, seemingly unaware of the world around him, lost in thoughts that Satoru could only guess at. His face was thinner than Satoru remembered, his features more drawn, but there was no mistaking those sharp, dark eyes, or the way his long, black hair fell in loose strands around his face.

For a moment, Satoru was frozen in place. He hadn’t seen Suguru since before the war before they had been sent away from their families and to different parts of the front. Suguru had been sent to the front lines before Satoru did and Satoru had often wondered if he was even still alive, if he had somehow managed to survive on the front lines.

Now, seeing him here, in the flesh, was both a shock and a relief.

“Suguru,” Satoru called out, his voice breaking the silence between them.

Suguru’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as they focused on Satoru. For a moment, there was no recognition in his gaze, just the cold, hard stare of a soldier who had seen too much. But then something shifted in Suguru’s expression, and his eyes softened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Satoru, you bastard,” Suguru replied, pushing himself away from the wall and making his way over to where Satoru stood. There was a moment of hesitation as if they weren’t quite sure how to greet each other after all this time, but then Satoru reached out and clapped a hand on Suguru’s shoulder.

“Still alive, huh?”

“Barely. It’s good to see you, Satoru.”

“And you,” Satoru said.

Suguru’s gaze then drifted to the photograph clutched in Satoru’s hand. “Is that her?” he asked quietly, nodding toward the picture.

Satoru followed his gaze, his expression softening as he looked down at the image of the woman he loved. “Yeah,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “She’s the one keeping me sane out here.”

Suguru nodded, his expression unreadable as he looked at the photograph. “You’re lucky, you know,” he said after a moment. “Not everyone has someone to go home to.”

“And you? How are you holding up?”

Suguru shrugged. “I’m still here,” he said simply. “That’s all that matters, right?”

Satoru wanted to say something, to offer some kind of comfort or reassurance, but the words wouldn’t come. What could he say that would make any of this easier? What could he offer that would ease the burden they both carried?

After a while, the call to move out came, and the soldiers began to gather their gear, preparing to resume their march to the front lines.

“Take care of yourself, Suguru.”

“And you, Satoru,” Suguru replied, his expression softening for just a moment. “We’ll see each other again. We have to.”

As the two companies parted ways, Satoru glanced back one last time, watching as Suguru’s figure grew smaller and smaller in the distance. He slipped the photograph back into his pocket, his fingers lingering on it for just a moment too long.

December 1, 1917

The trenches were a whole other world themselves. They were a labyrinth of mud, blood, and despair that stretched across the landscape like a festering wound. Satoru had been there for weeks now, but time had lost all meaning. Day and night blurred together into an endless cycle of fear and exhaustion. The air was thick with the stench of death and decay, a sickly smell that clung to everything, seeping into the very pores of his skin.

Satoru had never imagined that war could be like this. He had heard stories, of course—everyone had—but nothing could have prepared him for the reality of life in the trenches. The constant threat of death, the gnawing hunger—it was a living nightmare, a hell on earth from which there was no escape.

He had lost count of how many men had fallen, their bodies left to rot in the no man's land between the trenches. Friends, comrades, men he had shared laughs and meals with—they were all gone now, their lives snuffed out in an instant by a stray bullet or a well-placed shell. And with each death, a piece of Satoru died with them, his heart growing harder, his soul more numb.

At first, he tried to keep up the letters, pouring his thoughts and fears into the carefully penned words he sent back to you. He had written about the camaraderie among the men, the small moments of joy they found amid the horror, and the hope that one day, this war would end and they would be together again. He had clung to that hope, letting it buoy him up when the darkness threatened to swallow him whole.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the words had become harder and harder to find. What could he possibly say to her now, after all he had seen, after all he had done? How could he put into words the horrors that haunted his every waking moment, the nightmares that chased him even in the few moments of sleep he managed to get?

He had started a dozen letters, each one more difficult than the last. He would sit in the dim light of the trench, his hands trembling as he tried to hold the pen steady, the paper before him smudged with dirt and blood. But the words wouldn’t come. Every time he tried to write, the memories would flood back—images of shattered bodies, of men screaming in pain, of the deafening roar of the guns that never seemed to stop. And then he would see your face, smiling up at him from the photograph he kept tucked inside his jacket, and the guilt would crash over him like a wave, drowning him in its icy grip.

How could he write to her about any of this? How could he tell her about the nightmares that kept him awake at night, the fear that gnawed at his insides like a rabid dog? How could he explain that he wasn’t the same man who had left her behind all those months ago, that the war had changed him in ways he could never have imagined?

Satoru had never felt so alone.

The men around him were suffering just as he was, but there was a wall between them now, an invisible barrier that kept him apart from the others. They still laughed, still shared stories and jokes to pass the time, but Satoru found himself withdrawing more and more, retreating into the silence of his own mind. He couldn’t bring himself to join in their conversations, couldn’t find the strength to pretend that everything was okay when nothing was okay.

It was during one of these quiet moments, when the guns had fallen that Satoru found himself staring at the photograph again. He traced the outline of your face with his thumb, the edges of the picture worn and frayed from being handled so often. You looked so happy, so full of life—everything that he wasn’t anymore. He wondered if she would even recognize him when this was all over if he ever made it out of this hell alive.

The thought made his chest tighten, a sharp pain stabbing through his heart. What if he didn’t make it back? What if this was where his story ended, in a cold, muddy trench on the other side of the world? Would she remember him as the man he used to be, or would she forget him altogether, moving on with her life as if he had never existed?

He shoved the photograph back into his pocket, the thoughts too painful to bear. He needed to write to her, to tell her how much he loved her, how much he missed her, but the words refused to come. The pen felt heavy in his hand, the paper staring back at him like an accusation.

The sound of footsteps approaching pulled him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see one of the other soldiers, a young man named Thomas, standing over him. Thomas had joined their company a few weeks ago, fresh-faced and full of energy, but the war had already taken its toll on him. His eyes were sunken, his cheeks hollow, and there was a haunted look in his gaze that Satoru recognized all too well.

“Hey,” Thomas said, his voice rough from disuse. “You alright, Satoru?”

Satoru nodded, though he didn’t trust himself to speak. He knew that if he opened his mouth, the words that would spill out would be anything but alright.

Thomas glanced down at the paper in Satoru’s lap, the empty lines stark against the dirty page. “Having trouble writing?”

Satoru sighed, running a hand through his tangled hair. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I don’t know what to say anymore.”

“It’s hard,” he said quietly. “Hard to find the words when everything around you is…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the trench, at the world beyond it. “But maybe it doesn’t have to be about all this,” he continued after a moment. “Maybe just…tell her you miss her. Tell her you’re thinking about her. Sometimes, that’s enough.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Satoru whispered.

Thomas crouched down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You can,” he said firmly. “You have to. For her. For you.”

He knew Thomas was right—he had to find the strength to write to her, to keep that connection alive, no matter how difficult it was. Because if he lost that, if he let the war take that from him too, there would be nothing left.

With a deep breath, Satoru picked up the pen again, his hand still trembling. He stared at the blank page for a long moment, his thoughts a jumble of emotions and memories, before finally, the words began to flow.

They weren’t perfect, and they certainly didn’t capture everything he was feeling, but they were honest. He wrote about how much he missed her, how he thought of her every day, and how the memory of her smile was the only thing keeping him sane. He told her about the men he was serving with, about the small moments of kindness and he told her that no matter how dark things got, he would find his way back to her.

By the time he finished, his hand was aching, and the paper was smudged with dirt and sweat, but the weight on his chest had lifted just a little. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

The war had taken so much from him, had stripped him of his innocence, his peace of mind, and so many of the men he had called friends. But it hadn’t taken her. Not yet.

And as long as he had her, as long as there was still a chance that he could hold her in his arms again, he would keep fighting. He would keep going, one day at a time, one step at a time, until this nightmare was over.

Because he had to believe that there was still a future out there, a future where the two of them could be together, away from the mud and the blood and the death. A future where they could build the life they had dreamed of, where he could make good on all the promises he had whispered to her in the dark.

Satoru clutched the letter to his chest for a moment, closing his eyes and letting himself imagine that future—a small house, a warm fire, your laughter filling the air. It was a dream, maybe a foolish one, but it was all he had left to hold on to.

When he finally opened his eyes, the trench seemed a little less dark, the air a little less suffocating. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Satoru allowed himself to believe that he would make it through this, that he would survive this war and return to the woman he loved.

December 25, 1917

My Dearest Satoru,

Merry Christmas, my love. I wish I could say that it feels like the holiday season here, but without you by my side, it all seems so different. The tree in the living room is smaller this year, just a simple little thing I picked up from the market. I decorated it with the old ornaments we’ve collected over the years, though they don’t shine as brightly without you here to admire them.

Charlie and I spent the day together. He’s grown so much since you last saw him, you wouldn’t believe it! He still waits by the door every evening, his ears perked up like he’s expecting you to walk through any moment. I think he misses you almost as much as I do. We went for a long walk this morning, just the two of us. The air was crisp and cold, and there was a light dusting of snow on the ground. It reminded me of the first Christmas we spent together when you insisted on making snow angels and pulling me into that ridiculous snowball fight. I laughed so hard that day, and I haven’t laughed quite the same way since you left.

I cooked a small dinner tonight—nothing fancy, just some of your favorite dishes. I set a place for you at the table, even though I knew you wouldn’t be there to fill it. I like to think that, wherever you are, you can feel the warmth of home and know that you’re always in my thoughts. The house is quiet now, almost too quiet. I find myself talking to you sometimes, as if you were still here with me, sitting in your favorite chair with that mischievous smile of yours. I can almost hear your voice, teasing me, comforting me, telling me that everything will be alright.

But it’s hard, Satoru. It’s so hard being here without you, especially on days like this when the world seems so full of love and joy, and all I can think about is how much I miss you. I try to be strong, for you, for us, but there are moments when the loneliness is overwhelming. I lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering where you are if you’re safe if you’re thinking of me as much as I’m thinking of you.

I know I shouldn’t burden you with my worries, especially when you’re facing so much over there. But I promised you that I would always be honest with you, and the truth is my love, I miss you more than words can say. I miss your laughter, your touch, the way you would pull me close when the world felt too big and frightening. I miss the sound of your voice, the warmth of your arms around me, the simple comfort of knowing that you were near.

I don’t know what this Christmas is like for you, if you’ve had a moment of peace, or if the war continues to rage on, even on this holy day. But I want you to know that I’m here, waiting for you, loving you with all my heart.

Until that day comes, I’ll hold on to the memories we’ve made, and I’ll keep you in my heart, always. I’ll keep sending you my love, in every letter, in every thought, in every prayer. And I’ll be here, waiting for the day when you come home to me.

Merry Christmas, Satoru. I love you more than words could ever express.

Yours always and forever,

Y/N

January 1918

The flickering light of the oil lamp cast shadows on the rough, earthen walls of the trench as Satoru unfolded the letter with trembling hands. The cold bit at his fingers, but the warmth of her words was all he felt. He leaned back against the wooden planks, his breath visible in the frigid air, and began to re

He could almost see her, sitting by the small tree, Charlie at her feet, the house filled with the scent of pine and home-cooked food. The image was so vivid that he could hear the crackle of the fire, feel the softness of your hand in his, and taste the warmth of the cocoa you always made too sweet.

When he finished the letter, he folded it carefully, placing it back into the envelope before tucking it into his jacket, close to his heart. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall, trying to hold on to the image of her, of home, for just a little longer.

"Someday," he whispered to himself, "I’ll go back to you."

But that "someday" felt so far away.

Satoru was exhausted. He was so exhausted. And despite the cold and the ever-present danger, Satoru found himself drifting off to sleep. He dreamed of you and Charlie, of a small house and a garden, a real one, and maybe a little one.

But that dream was shattered all too quickly.

The ground shook violently, and Satoru was yanked from his sleep by the deafening roar of artillery fire. The once-peaceful night had erupted into chaos. He scrambled to his feet, the world around him a blur of noise and confusion. Mud and debris rained down as shells exploded nearby, turning the trench into a hellscape of smoke and fire.

"Satoru! Get up!" A voice yelled from somewhere in the darkness, but it was nearly drowned out by the barrage.

His heart raced as he grabbed his rifle, instincts taking over. The letter, the warmth of her words, the image of her waiting for him—all of it was shoved to the back of his mind as survival became his only focus. He could barely see through the smoke, but he knew what was coming.

"Over the top! They’re coming!"

Satoru fought desperately alongside his comrades. The world had become a blur of smoke, fire, and the metallic scent of blood. He barely felt the cold anymore—only the burning need to survive, to push through the horror and get back to the life he had left behind.

But even as he fired his rifle, the enemy pushing ever closer, a gnawing fear settled deep in his chest. It wasn’t the fear of dying, though that was always there, lurking beneath the surface. It was the fear of breaking his promise to her, of never seeing her again, never holding her in his arms, never telling her one last time how much he loved her.

Suddenly, a blinding light flashed to his right—a mortar shell exploding far too close. The force of it threw him to the ground, his head slamming against the hard earth. Everything went dark for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, the world was spinning. He could barely hear over the ringing in his ears, his vision blurry as he struggled to push himself up.

But before he could regain his bearings, he felt a sharp pain in his side, followed by a searing heat that spread across his body. He looked down, his hand coming away sticky with blood. Panic surged through him as he realized the wound was deep, too deep.

"Satoru!" someone shouted, but it felt distant as if it were coming from another world.

He tried to move, tried to fight, but his body wouldn’t respond. His strength was draining away, the edges of his vision darkening as the pain grew overwhelming. He reached for the photo in his pocket, fumbling with weak fingers until he could pull it out. The edges were crumpled, dirtied from being carried with him through every battle, but her face was still there, smiling up at him.

"I’m sorry baby…" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of battle. He wasn’t sure if the words were meant for her or himself, but they were all he could manage.

As he lay there, the sounds of war fading into the background, another soldier—a younger man from his company—dropped to his knees beside Satoru. The man was injured, blood seeping from a wound in his leg, but his focus was entirely on Satoru.

"No… no, no, no," the soldier muttered, his voice choked with panic. He saw the wound, saw the blood, and knew there was nothing he could do. "Satoru, stay with me, please!"

Satoru’s grip on the photo loosened, and the young soldier gently took it from him, his hands shaking. He saw the woman in the picture, the one Satoru had talked about so often, and his heart sank. "Is… is this her?"

Satoru nodded weakly, the effort taking everything he had left. He tried to speak, to say her name, to tell the soldier to take care of her, but the words wouldn’t come. His chest felt tight, every breath a struggle.

"Don’t worry, I’ll… I’ll make sure she knows," the soldier promised, though his voice cracked with the weight of it. He fumbled with Satoru’s jacket, pulling out the dog tags, and pressed them into his own pocket, along with the photo. "I’ll tell her… everything."

Satoru’s vision darkened further, the world slipping away from him. All he could see was her face, all he could think about was the future they had dreamed of. But that future was fading, slipping through his fingers like sand.

"I’m sorry," he whispered one last time before the darkness took him completely.

Weeks passed, though they felt like an eternity. The war continued on, but Satoru’s company was eventually pulled back from the front lines, many of them injured, exhausted, or worse. The young soldier who had taken Satoru’s photo was among those who were discharged, his leg injury severe enough to send him home. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the weight he carried in his heart.

When the company finally reached the docks, it was a scene of bittersweet reunions. Families and loved ones gathered, waiting anxiously for a glimpse of their soldiers. You were among them, your heart pounding in your chest as you scanned the crowd, searching desperately for Satoru’s familiar face.

But you couldn’t find him.

The minutes dragged on, and panic began to set in. Where was he? Had something happened? You tried to reassure yourself, telling yourself that he would appear any moment, that he was just delayed, that everything was fine.

Then you saw a man hobbling toward you on crutches, his face pale and drawn. You recongnized the man as in the letters Satoru had described him as a friend, a comrade. But where was Satoru? Why wasn’t he with him?

Your breath caught in your throat as the soldier stopped in front of you, his eyes filled with a sorrow that made your blood run cold. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the crumpled photograph, the one you had given to Satoru before he left. And then, with trembling hands, he held out Satoru’s dog tags.

"I’m so sorry," the soldier said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "He… he didn’t make it."

The world around you seemed to crumble, the ground shifting beneath your feet as the words sank in. You stared at the photo, and the dog tags, unable to comprehend what he was saying. It couldn’t be true. Satoru had promised you. He had promised he would come back.

"No…" The word fell from your lips, your voice breaking as tears welled up in your eyes. "No, he… he promised…"

The soldier reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder, but the gesture did nothing to comfort you. "He loved you so much," he said softly, his own eyes filling with tears. "He… he talked about you all the time. Right up until…"

You didn’t let him finish. The pain in your chest was too much to bear, and the sobs broke free, your body shaking as you clutched the photograph to your chest. The world around you blurred, the sounds of the docks fading away as all you could think about was him—his smile, his laugh, the way he had held you that last night before he left.

He was gone. Satoru was gone.

The soldier stayed with you, his own heart breaking as he watched you fall to your knees, your cries of grief echoing through the crowd. But there was nothing he could do, nothing anyone could do to ease the pain of your loss.

And so the war took one more life, one more love story cut short by the horrors of battle. The future you had dreamed of, the life you had planned, was gone—lost in the mud and blood of a distant country.

All that remained were memories and the cold, hard reality that he would never come home to you.

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I still want you.

Chapter 6

⤿ Satoru Gojo × reader

Falling in love with the Satoru Gojou wasn’t an easy task. You truly love him but will this come to an end?

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, cheating.

Genre; angst, cheating, infidelity, jik, Gojou × reader

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Opening the door Satoru was met with Toji’s bare chest. Satoru stood there, taken aback. He wasn't expecting to find Toji standing in the doorway of your hotel room, with his bare chest exposed. He knew Toji was a bit of a wild card, but he never expected this. He couldn't help but feel a bit irritated as he tried to avert his gaze from Toji's body. Why was Toji opening the door like this, especially without a shirt on?

“Where’s Y/n.” He spat with jealousy in his voice. Why was there another man in your hotel room. He didn’t care if you both agreed on a divorce you still shouldn’t bring a man into to your especially if he’s awake in the morning without a shirt.

Toji couldn't help but feel a bit smug at the sight of Gojo's obvious jealousy. He knew that Gojo wished he was the one in the room with you, instead of Toji. Toji's smirk widened, amused at the thought. “She’s sleeping, she’s tired from last night.”

Tilting his head Toji had a wide grin plastered on his face. He couldn’t help but feel amused upon seeing Gojos reaction. Gojo was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. His mouth was left agape as he tried to process what had just happened. He was at a loss for words as he stared at Toji in disbelief. “Im just kidding, we didn’t do anything.”

Gojo could feel the rage cursing through his veins. He didn’t know why seeing Toji with you in the hotel room made him so upset. After all he shouldn’t feel anything towards you especially because he brought his lover with him. He tried to suppress his emotions and remain calm, but it was an uphill battle. He was determined to keep his composure, but he couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy wash over him. He wanted to confront Toji and ask him why he was there, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good. He had to keep his emotions in check and stay focused on the mission. He clenched his jaw and tried to steady his breathing, reminding himself that it was a situation he had put himself in. He had no right to be angry, yet he couldn't help the jealousy that was bubbling up inside him. He had to remind himself that he had made his choice and that he had to accept the consequences of his actions.

“We’re all meeting later to go get some drinks. Tell Y/n once she wakes up to send me a message.” Licking his teeth Toji let out a small sigh.

Gojo merely nodded, not saying a word. He knew that Toji was testing him, but he chose not to give in to the provocation. Toji sighed and stood up straight, shaking his head in disbelief. "That's all?" he asked again, this time with a hint of exasperation in his voice.

Gojo stood up, his face expressionless. "That's all," he said calmly. He knew that his response would not satisfy Toji, but he didn't care. Toji had gone too far and he would not stand for it any longer. He turned to leave, knowing that the conversation was over.

Closing the door Toji headed back towards the bed where a sleeping you laid. He didn’t know how you could deal with gojo for so long. He was a prick and you were such a sweet person. As he watched you sleep, he wondered how you could be so tolerant of Gojo's behavior. He admired your strength and patience, and vowed to himself to be more like you. Toji couldn't help but smile at the sight before him, feeling a warmth in his chest at the peacefulness of the moment. He silently thanked the gods that he had been blessed with such a strong and kind person in his life. Taking one last look, he crept out of the room, closing the door behind him.

He knew that even after everything you would still choose Satoru and not him. Toji was slowly falling for you but your heart wasn’t his. Toji was aware that no matter what he did, it was impossible for him to sway your heart away from Satoru. Even though he was slowly falling for you, he accepted that you were already in love with Satoru and that his efforts would be in vain. ‘Fuck.’ He knew he had to put a stop to his feelings sooner or later. The whole thing about Megumi not being able to sleep without you was a lie. He just wanted an excuse to see your face light up when you saw his child. He wanted to see you play around with megumi. He knew it was wrong to use Megumi as a way to get closer to you, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to spend time with you, and he knew that seeing you interact with Megumi would make it easier for him to express his feelings for you. He was determined to put an end to these unrequited feelings, but he was also filled with anxiety and fear of the unknown.

Toji felt fear because he hadn’t felt anything for anyone in so long. Ever since his wife died he felt like there was no meaning in life anymore. But seeing you with megumi healed something in him. He felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time, a spark of hope. He was afraid to feel something, because it would mean having to open up his heart again and risk being hurt. But, he was comforted by the thought of you being in his son’s life, and it made him feel alive again.

Toji was afraid of getting too close, of letting himself feel something for someone else. He was scared of the pain of losing someone else, of being reminded of the emptiness he felt when his wife passed away. But he also felt a glimmer of hope, a feeling of possibility, as he watched you and Megumi together.

“Toji?” Hearing your voice Toji immediately went back into the room. Seeing your frail figure rub your tired eyes you smiled at him.

“How long was I out?” Toji caressed your head patting it.

“You were asleep for three hours,” he said softly. He brushed a strand of hair from your forehead and continued, “I'm glad you're okay. I was worried about you.”

“It’s already 8 in the night?” Nodding you got up the bed. Remembering that you were wearing Toji’s shirt you felt your face hot.

“Gojo told me to tell you that you’re getting drinks at 9. With everyone don’t worry.” Grabbing his typical black shirt he put it on. Covering his muscular figure.

“Are you going?” Rubbing your hands together you finished fixing your hair.

“Not today, I have to take care of Megumi.” Right you forgot about megumi for a second. Seeing his small sleeping figure on the bed. Thank god you didn’t crush him in your sleep.

“Mm, okay. I’ll just go for a bit if anything text me okay?” Nodding his head Toji went back to the bed grabbing baby megumi and cuddling with the child. Toji was an amazing dad and you both knew it. Oh how you would kill for Sumire to have a father like Toji. Walking out the door you were met with a pair of familiar eyes staring at you. You were taken aback by the sudden intensity of the gaze between the two of them. Jiyuu's eyes were kind yet piercing, while Satoru's were filled with a mysterious emotion that you couldn't quite place. You felt a chill run down your spine as you stared back, unable to break the gaze. Finally, Satoru blinked and the moment was gone.

“Y/n?” Quickly walking past Satoru you ignored him. Not wanting to spend any more time seeing Jiyuu gush about her lover. It made you want to puke that Satoru brought the woman he cheated on you to this trip. You quickly walked away, feeling a chill run down your spine. You could almost feel the intensity of his gaze burning into your back, and you quickened your pace in an effort to get away from him. As you rounded the corner, you could feel the tension in your body begin to dissipate and you breathed a sigh of relief. Walking outside the hotel you saw everyone waiting for you. Utahime quickly ran to you hugging you tightly. “Lets go drink!”

You smiled and nodded, taking Utahime’s hand as you walked with her. You were excited to finally be able to go out and spend time with your friends. As you walked down the street, you could feel the energy and anticipation in the air. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this was going to be a night to remember. “So I saw that tojis staying at your room huh,” Wiggiling her eyebrows at you shoko came around and smacked her lightly on her head. You blushed, not knowing how to respond. "What? No, we're just friends," you stammered, trying to explain. Utahime just smiled and said, "Sure, sure. I'm just teasing you." She winked and walked faster towards the bar.

"Hey, don't be like that," you said, laughing lightly. "We were just talking, nothing else. Besides, you know I can take care of myself." Shoko smiled and nodded, "Of course, I know that. Utahime just wanted to tease you a bit."

Grabbing her cheeks, she pulled them upwards, making a funny face, before hearing Utahime whine about how she was no fun. “We’re here!” Running towards the entrance you could see shokos irritated face. It was like taking care of a small child. “Huh, Toji isn’t here what a shame. Guess you’re going to be alone now.” With a giggle she covered her mouth. Grabbing Satoru’s arm and pulling him closer. You hated this bitch so much. "Don't worry, I'm sure I can keep myself occupied," You replied with a forced smile. Trying to keep your composure, but your face was flushed with anger. You wanted to tell her off for being so rude, but he stayed quiet and tried to ignore her. You just wanted her to leave him alone.

He grabbed Jiyuu’s arm and pulled her forward, “Come on, we're going.” Satoru said in a stern voice. Jiyuu looked at him in surprise before she smiled and winked at Satoru. Satoru rolled his eyes and continued walking towards the entrance. This jerk couldn’t even defend you in front of his lover. But then again he choose her not you. You felt disrespected and betrayed by his actions. You had thought that he truly cared about you, but it became apparent that he was willing to put his own needs before yours. It was a painful experience, but you eventually had to move on and find someone who was more deserving of your trust and loyalty.

Walking inside the bar you were met with a scent of cigarettes and a bunch of cologne. Conversation filled the air as people laughed and talked with each other. Music played in the background, providing a mellow atmosphere. The clinking of glasses and ice cubes filled the room as drinks were poured and served. The bar was alive with people, each one living in their own little world. “Y/n drink with me tonight.” Smiling at you Mei grabbed your hand and pulled you onto one of the bars.

She looked at you, her eyes intense and serious. "We have to talk about something," she said, firmly. She scooted closer to you, signaling the waiter for two drinks before turning her attention back to you. "What do you want to talk about?"

“Whos that woman that’s always with Satoru?” Gazing at her mei’s gave a disgusted look at Jiyuu. Seeing her so openly romantic with him in public. “Oh, me and satoru are no longer a thing. That’s his new lover.” Drinking your diamond cocktail Mei’s eyes widened. "What happened?" Mei asked, her voice filled with surprise. She hadn't expected the news, and she could tell by the look on Satoru's face that it was true. "It was for the best," you said, taking a sip of the drink.

"We just weren't compatible." Mei nodded, understanding. They sat in silence for a few moments before Mei finally spoke up. "Well, I'm sorry it didn't work out," she said. You nodded and smiled sadly. "Me too."

“But why is she here?” Remembering that Satoru actually suggested on bringing her you both your tongue. You knew Mei respected Satoru because of his well dedication at his business. Not wanting to take away the respect for him you just shook your head, “An old friend of my sisters, what a coincidence huh?”

Taking another sip of your drink you realized you quickly finished it, ordering another round of drinks you sat in silence. Mei didn’t know what to say after hearing the news. She loved you like a sister and seeing you hurt, hurt her too. She reached out and held your hand, squeezing it gently in a silent gesture of comfort. She knew words were inadequate to express how sorry she was, so instead she stayed silent and just offered her presence. You tried to smile, but the sadness was too much and the corners of your lips only slightly curved up. You looked away, not wanting to show the tears that had started to well up in your eyes.

“I’ll pay for your drinks, it’s the least thing I can do.” Smiling she gave you a pat on the head before drinking her expensive martini.

“Hows Sumire? Im sorry I couldn’t go to this birthday party I was quite busy.” Remembering the events that happened the day of Sumire birthday you felt an ache in your heart. You remembered the fight you had with your husband that day. You felt like that day was cursed and that nothing good would ever come from it. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you, for not being able to make it a special day for Sumire. You wished you could turn back time and make it a better day, but you knew it was too late. “He’s good, he’s coming here in two days so.” This was probably your third drink of the minute. Finally feeling the wave of nausea hit you, you knew you weren’t far from being drunk. You took a sip of your third drink, feeling the alcohol burn its way down your throat. You could feel the effects of the alcohol, as your vision began to blur and your head started to spin. You knew that if you didn't stop soon, you would be in real trouble.

“You know I really… I really thought me and Satoru would end up together forever. But I was dumb and young to think that. Look at us now.” You felt tears falling down you cheeks. Gripping the glass you had you just wished everything went back to normal. You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself. You took a sip from your glass and looked at Satoru. You remembered the days when Satoru would take you out and you would laugh together. You thought about the times you would talk until the morning and the feeling of being so in love. You wished you could turn back time and fix all the mistakes that had been made. You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. You felt your chest heaving against the pain. You closed your eyes, wishing that the tears would go away. You wanted to forget this feeling of sadness and regret, but it seemed to be etched into your heart. You felt like you had been wronged and it was impossible to get back the time you lost.

“I expected us to last longer Mei.” Crying you held back sobs. Mei couldn’t help but try and console you. You were drunk and all your feelings were scattered. You hated Satoru for making you feel like this. Mei put her arms around you and whispered, “It’s okay, it’s not your fault. It’s okay to let it all out.” She gently wiped away your tears and continued to hold you until your sobs subsided. You felt a bit better, but the pain of the breakup still lingered in your heart.

Both you and Satoru were both drunk but it looked like he wasn’t. Deep down he saw you cry with Mei and something in his heart broke. He didn’t know why seeing you cry hurt him so badly. He felt so helpless that he wanted to do something to help you, but he didn't know what. He could only stand there and watch as you cried. The pain he felt was unbearable and he wished that he could find a way to make it go away. He felt a deep sense of guilt and regret for his actions that had caused this pain. He wanted to say something, to apologize and make it right, but he didn’t know how. He just stood there, watching you with Mei and feeling the weight of his guilt and regret.

“What’s wrong Satoru?” Smelling the intoxicating smell of Jiyuu’s breath he knew she was also drunk. Not wanting to deal with her he pursed his lips. Satoru sighed, “Nothing, I'm just tired,” he said, taking a step back. He knew that Jiyuu had a tendency to be overly affectionate when she was drunk and he didn't want to encourage her.

“Here I’ll order you a cab go back to your hotel room, you’re drunk.” Grabbing her hand he took her outside. Waiting for her cab to arrive he felt irritated feelings her arms wrap around his back. She leaned into him, her lips grazing his neck. He felt her breath on his skin and his heart raced. He wanted to give in to the temptation and take her in his arms, but he knew it would be a mistake. He stepped away from her, his voice firm. "Here's your cab, now go back to your hotel room. You're drunk and I'm not going to take advantage of you in this state."

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, and said, “Thank you for looking after me.” He could feel the warmth of her breath against his neck and feel her heart beating against his chest. He softly said, “You’re welcome, just take care of yourself.”

He tried to push her away but to no avail. She was too drunk to understand and kept clinging to him. He tried to reason with her but she was not listening. Finally her cab door opened and he helped her get in, making sure she was safe. He watched as the cab drove away, feeling relieved that she was finally on her way home. Seeing your wide eyes he was surprised to see you also outside the bar. You were also waiting for a cab to get back to the hotel room. He was taken aback to see you outside the bar. He expected you would have gone back to the hotel room already. Your eyes were wide and puffy, like you had been crying recently. He was about to ask what was wrong but decided against it. He knew it wasn't his place to pry.

Walking towards him you tumbled a bit. He immediately knew you were drunk just by seeing you struggle to walk towards him. As you got closer, he could smell the alcohol on your breath. His face softened with concern and he put an arm around you to steady you. “Be careful.”

“I hate you, soo so much.” Hearing you slur your voice he knew you didn’t mean it. He sighed, wishing he could take away all the pain and anger that was causing you to make such a statement. He tried to give you a comforting hug, but you shrugged him off and backed away, tears streaming down your face. He said nothing, just looked at you with a sad expression, and waited for you to calm down.

“Why Satoru? Why’d you have to do this to me,” crying you hit his chest. Despite being drunk everything you were saying was true. Every single word that came out of your mouth came from deep in your heart. Tears streamed down your face as you spoke, your voice shaking with emotion. You had trusted Satoru with everything, only for him to break your heart. You felt betrayed and hurt, and the pain was overwhelming. You wanted him to understand how much he had hurt you, but he seemed oblivious to your feelings.

Satoru stood there, his eyes glistening with tears. His heart was heavy and he was filled with regret. He wanted to take back what he had done, but he knew it was too late. He had hurt you, and he knew he had to face the consequences of his actions. Feeling the alcohol in his system Satoru turned to look at you. Grabbing your face he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “Im sorry.” You felt yourself leaning closer to him. His mouth inches away from yours

"I want you to mean it Satoru," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. You closed the distance between you and pressed your lips against his. His skin was warm and his lips were soft as you felt your body melting into his embrace. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and you were drawn to him. Everything melted away except for the two of you, and you felt the urge to move closer. You could feel the warmth of his lips against yours as he leaned in closer. His hands moved around your waist as he deepened the kiss, and you could feel his heart racing. You could taste the whiskey he had been drinking, and the taste mixed with the sweetness of his lips. Both of you drunk, you passionately made out, lost in the moment as the world around you faded away.

Not caring if anyone saw you, you were so caught up in the moment you didn’t even realize your cab was waiting for you. Separating from the kiss Satoru leaned his forehead on yours. “Lets go back to my hotel room.” Without a second thought you nodded in agreement, taking Satoru's hand in yours and leading him to the cab that was waiting for you. You were so lost in the moment, you barely noticed the cab driver watching you with a knowing smile as you climbed in. You and Satoru settled in the backseat, still holding hands and sharing a few stolen kisses as the cab drove away.

Before you knew it Satoru was undressing you. Making it back to the hotel room was hard. Currently you were at Satoru’s room. Kissing him intimately he took off your shirt. His hands were all over your body, exploring every inch of it. His touch sent a shiver down your spine. His lips were warm, his breath tickling your neck as he moved closer. You could feel your heart racing as the tension between the two of you increased. You felt like you were in a dream, everything around you fading away into the background.

You felt your heart beating rapidly, as you were nervous and excited at the same time. His hands were gently caressing your skin, as he moved closer to you and whispered in your ear that he wanted you. You felt a thrill of anticipation as you felt Satoru's lips pressed against yours. Removing his shirt you were met with his muscular figure, pushing you onto the bed he unbuckled his belt, taking it off and putting it to the side knowing he would need it for later. His hands ran up and down your body, tracing the curves of your figure as he leaned in to kiss you passionately. You felt his breath on your neck as he continued to explore your body, sending shivers down your spine and making you forget the world around you.

Unhooking your bra you took it off. Covering your chest Satoru leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Don’t cover yourself.” He ran his hands over your exposed skin, feeling the warmth radiating from your body. You felt a shiver run through you as he kissed your neck, his hands exploring further down your body. He pulled you closer, and you felt his breath on your skin as he whispered, "Let me make you feel alive."

Removing your panties he could see you were already wet, smiling he went down on you. Leaving trails of kisses down your legs. He reached your inner thighs and the heat between your legs intensified. His tongue and lips were soft and gentle, yet his touch was electric and you could feel the pleasure radiating through your body. His hands were skillfully exploring your body and you could feel yourself becoming more aroused with each passing second. Satoru's tongue was soft yet firm as it explored your sensitive folds. His touches were gentle and gentle, and his mouth felt hot against your skin. You felt your pleasure build as he licked and sucked on your sensitive areas, and you couldn't help but moan his name. His tongue felt like pure bliss as it sent waves of pleasure through your body. You felt yourself reaching the brink of orgasm and you could barely contain yourself. "Satoru!" you cried out as your body shook with pleasure.

It was clearly one of his favorite activities as he licked and sucked with vigor, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. His fingers joined in the pleasure, teasing and caressing your inner walls until you were left shaking and screaming his name in pleasure. “Fuck your so beautiful.”

Feeling yourself cum you brought Satoru back to you. Kissing him roughly before making him lay down, getting on top of him you trailed kisses down his chest towards his boxers. You tugged them down, grinning at his gasp as your hand reached his now exposed flesh. You started to stroke it, your thumb rubbing circles around the tip as you leaned in to press a heated kiss against his neck. He moaned, his hands gripping your hips as you continued to tease him. You could feel him pulsating and throbbing as you caressed and kissed him, your hands exploring every inch of his body. He moaned softly in pleasure, his breathing becoming more and more erratic as you continued. You could feel his anticipation and excitement growing with each passing second.

Not wanting to waist any more time you aligned yourself with your entrence. Seeing his icy blue eyes stare at you, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. In his eyes you looked like a goddess. The way the night sky hit your beautiful face making you look unreal. You felt yourself slowly go down on him. You let a small moan come out as you bit your lip, watching him throw his head back in pleasure. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, feeling every inch of him inside you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Licking his lips he couldn’t wait anymore. Slamming you on his dick you felt your eyes roll back. He couldn’t wait anymore he wanted to fuck you so bad. His thrusts became harder and faster as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. You could feel your pussy tightening around him as the pleasure coursed through your body. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the brink of orgasm and he could feel it too. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, thrusting inside of you. He let out a deep moan and started to move faster, pushing deeper and deeper. His hands roamed all over your body, exploring every inch of your skin. You felt your body heat up as the intensity of the pleasure increased and you both moved together as one, lost in the moment.

He kissed you hungrily, exploring your mouth with his tongue as his hands roamed your body. His touch sent sparks of pleasure through you, and you felt yourself melting into him. You were lost in the moment, your body aching for more as he moved against you. You felt the heat of his body as he pressed against you, your heart pounding as the intensity of the kiss increased. You could feel every thrust of his hips as he moved inside of you, the sensation of pleasure building until you were left breathless and trembling with desire. “I missed you so much,” groaning you could feel his tongue dance around with yours. His lips deepening the kiss while moaning in his mouth. You felt your heart racing as his hands explored your body, eliciting a moan from deep within you. The sensation of his lips against yours was like a spark of electricity, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His tongue continued to tantalize your senses as the kiss intensified, and you felt yourself melting in his embrace.

Feeling his thrust get sloppier you knew Satoru was going to cum soon. Lost in the mood you didn’t care. “Cum inside of me toru, I want you.” Smirking Satoru felt him release himself into you. His thrusts became more erratic and his breathing became more ragged as he got closer and closer. You could feel his release inside you as he let out a loud moan. You felt satisfied and content as you felt the warmth fill you. You looked into his eyes with a satisfied smile as you both laid there in each other's arms.

Feeling his cum dripping on your thighs, you were still drunk. Satoru smirked seeing your frail figure. “How about round 2?” Moving you he got on top of you. Grabbing his belt he tied it into your wrist. Making a handcuff, he smirked. Seeing you biting your lips. He moved his hands around your body, caressing and massaging you slowly. His touch sent shivers down your spine as his eyes stared into yours. He moved closer and closer until you could feel his breath on your neck. His lips were about to touch yours when he suddenly pulled away and whispered in your ear, "Let's make it even wilder this time"

"Oh how I love to see you like this, helpless and weak. You are all mine now." He brushed his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he went down lower. His breathing grew heavy as he started to explore your body. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and your body trembling with anticipation.

You slowly opened your eyes and groaned as the light pierced your head. You felt a sharp pain in your temples and a dry, scratchy throat as you tried to swallow. You had a vague recollection of the events from the night before, but it all felt like a foggy dream. You looked around and noticed you were in a strange room - you had no idea how you got there. You had a splitting headache and all you wanted was to get out and get home.

You had no idea how much you had drank or what you had done. You could hardly bring yourself to move, feeling like your body was made of lead. You slowly dragged yourself out of bed, dreading what the day may bring. You’re heart skipped a beat as you suddenly realized you were naked. Instantly, you began to question what had happened the night before. Did you really get so drunk that you had forgotten what had happened? Had you actually gotten laid the night before?

Walking out the restroom Satoru’s wet hair dripped down his face. His lower body was covered with a towel, seeing his defined body your eyes widened. ‘No way, I didn’t…’ Not being able to believe that you slept with your unfaithful husband you felt angered. You were drunk and you let yourself have sex with this scumbag.

You felt ashamed and embarrassed for allowing yourself to be taken advantage of in such a vulnerable state. You couldn't believe you had allowed yourself to be treated this way, and your anger quickly turned into overwhelming sadness. You felt betrayed and used, and you knew that you needed to do something about it. About to protest before you heard the hotel room open.

Seeing Jiyuu rub her head with her eyes closed she opened it. Seeing your naked figure wrapped around with the sheets her eyes widened. Seeing Satoru with just a towel she had tears in her eyes. She felt her heart break and she wanted to run away and never come back. But she stayed, standing there frozen in time, unable to move or speak. She felt her world crumbling around her, and her emotions overwhelmed her. She wanted to cry, but could not make a sound. Finally, she fled the room, unable to face the truth. “Jiyuu!” Running after her Satoru left you alone in the room.

‘Fucking hell.’ Slapping your forehead you cursed yourself for sleeping with Satoru, quickly changing into your old clothes your legs felt like jello. Closing the hotel room you were met with Toji’s eyes. Staring at you with disappointment all he could do was just walk back inside the hotel room. Seeing you exit Satoru’s hotel room he already knew what happened.

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