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almostempty · 1 month ago

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the meet ugly (javier peña x f!reader)

WC: 1.6k | Other fics | Rating: it’s ? fluff? No smut

last one for today, sry for spamming anyone, it was an all-or-nothing scenario in my mind

Summary: your bad day gets worse when a trash bag spills on you. your neighbor javi tries to help but you both get stuck trapped with him and a dumpster.

Note: this was for the meet-cute, but i had to do something nobody asked for aka make it gross ??? it’s my clown blood idk

Tags/warnings: au modern javi lives in your apartment complex, description of cold leftovers from your garbage spilling on you, it’s just flirty peña idk it was an exercise for me to write something short and without smut, i’m assuming that dumpsters locked behind fences are relatable enough for all, no y/n, reader is able-bodied, all mistakes are mine just pretend like you didn't see them, i think that's all ty <3

You groan as you wrestle with the trash bags, their weight pulling on your arms while you trudge down the cracked concrete stairs. The holly bush at the bottom catches on your shorts again, its spiky branches scraping across your leg. Mocking you. You bite back a curse. The day has been a disaster from start to finish, and now you’re hauling half your apartment’s trash to the dumpster, trying not to lose your temper.

Why does this apartment complex even have holly bushes? It’s like someone got paid just to make everything as inconvenient as possible. Whoever designed this must have never experienced the luxury of hauling garbage bags between two overgrown defensive security bushes.

You’re still fuming about it, whoever designed this hellscape of an apartment complex, when you reach the gate for the dumpster. One of the trash bags, full of leftovers you’d rather not think about, digs painfully into your fingers. You adjust your grip, unaware the straining plastic is a ticking time bomb.

You trudge toward the dumpster enclosure, spotting your hot neighbor rounding the corner of his SUV, cigarette between his fingers. Of course, he would be out here to witness your personal walk of garbage shame.

He glances up, and you catch the moment his dark eyes land on you. His gaze sweeps over the bags, then to your face, a smirk tugging at his lips. He doesn’t say anything, but his look is enough to make your face hot.

Damn him.

"Rough day?" he asks as you approach the dumpster, his deep voice laced with amusement.

"You could say that," you mutter, already feeling defensive. He’s really the last person you want to see while you’re sweaty and cranky.

With a huff, you push the gate open and step into the dumpster enclosure, tossing the first couple of bags into the bin. The smell is overwhelming, but you just want to be done with it. You lift the last bag, but just as you hoist it up, the thin plastic rips apart, and cold, week-old pad thai leftovers land on your chest, feet, and everywhere but the dumpster.

You freeze, mortified. Of course.

Before you can even process what just happened, you hear boots scuff against the pavement. Javier’s already hustling over, cigarette still between his fingers, that damn smirk still in place.

"Need a hand?"

"I’ve got it," you snap, despite the fact that you aren’t moving. Unsure what’s going to make the situation any worse.

It’s hard to focus on the mess when he’s standing so close. His presence makes your embarrassment worse. Like, you could climb into the dumpster yourself and wait until the garbage truck picks you up on Thursday and takes you away.

"You sure about that?" He doesn’t move to help—just watches you with a look that’s far too amused for your liking.

"I’m sure," you grumble, tossing the ruined bag into the dumpster. "I don’t need your help." You commit to the mess, peeling cold noodles off of your chest and tossing them into the bin. You frown deeply, fishing out the leftovers that made it down your shirt. The smell and the texture make you nearly gag.

Javier steps closer, chuckling under his breath. "Right. Because you’ve got everything under control."

You glare at him, wiping your hands on your already-ruined shorts. “I think you’re a little late to be a hero. I’m already wearing the leftovers.”

"Never said I was a hero," he replies smoothly, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Just trying to be neighborly."

As you turn to face him, the gate behind him swings shut with a loud clang. He tries to shove it open, but it doesn’t budge. His expression doesn’t change much, but there’s a flicker of realization in his eyes.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “We’re stuck?”

He tugs at the gate one more time before turning back to you, that smirk still in place. "Looks like it."

You stare at him, your frustration mounting. "You aren’t even going to apologize? How are you calm about this?”

Javier shrugs, leaning back against the gate and taking a long drag of his cigarette before acknowledging your question. He’s like the opposite of an anti-smoking campaign. You want to be the cigarette.

"Not my fault the gate’s a piece of shit. And I’m not in a hurry."

"You closed it," you counter, flustered and looking for someone to blame.

But even as you glare at him, you can’t help but notice how infuriatingly attractive he looks, the way his leather jacket pulls tight over his shoulders, the way his dark eyes glint with amusement.

Javier catches your gaze and quirks an eyebrow. "You’re staring."

You roll your eyes, heat flooding your face. "I’m not."

"You are." His voice is low, teasing, and the way he looks at you—like he knows exactly what he’s doing—is making it harder to keep your composure.

You step back, trying to regain control of the situation and you catch him laughing to himself.

“I really don’t see what could be funny about any of this,” you wave your arms, gesturing to your ruined clothes and the small space you’re both trapped in.

“Could be worse ways to spend the evening,” he drawls, taking a step towards you.

You pick another piece of rice noodle out from between your tits. “Yeah, like if the dumpster was on fire?”

You’re too aware of him. Of how his voice gets lower and rougher when he’s this close.

He chuckles, flicking his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. "I’ve been in worse places. With worse company."

You swallow hard. The way his eyes flicker over your face, how his smirk never fully fades–it’s maddening. He knows what he’s doing to you. It feels like a sick joke.

"Yeah?" you mutter, your voice sounding breathier than you’d like. "And what makes me such good company?"

Javi’s eyes darken, and he takes another step forward, close enough now that you could smell the leather of his jacket, the faint tobacco on his skin if it weren’t for the foul stench of all of half the apartment complex’s trash in the container behind you.

"You’re more fun to argue with."

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “Don’t fuck with me, Javier. I’m already having a day from hell.”

He gives you a pouty look that makes you want to scream. “Why would I be fucking with you?” he asks quietly, almost sounding hurt.

You snort, incredulous. “I’m wearing last week's lunch and the only clothes that weren’t in the laundry. Don’t act like you’re flirting with me.”

He steps closer until there’s barely any space left between you. His voice drops, smooth and dangerous. "What if I am?"

For a moment, you forget where you are.

“What if I think you look good? Even with a garnish?” he asks and pulls a piece of cilantro off of your cheek.

All you can focus on is how close he is, the way he waits like he’s daring you to make a move. There’s no way he’s serious. He rarely says more than a curt hello, even though you walk to your cars in the parking lot at almost the same time every morning as you head out for work. Sometimes, he’ll wave if you pass him on your walk to the corner store.

You only knew his name because of the time he caught you trying to drag a dresser you’d scored at an estate sale up the stairs to your apartment on your own. He’d helped you carry it, despite your protesting, all the way into your bedroom.

“I’d say you’re literally stuck in here with me for the foreseeable future, so of course you’d say that.”

He sighs heavily, muttering under his breath at you, “Tan terca.” And in a move that makes your jaw drop, he turns away from you, stalking towards the fence with a fluid arrogance. Like an oversized cat in a leather jacket, he leaps at the chain link fence like he’s done it a hundred times. He hoists himself up, swinging over the top and dropping onto his feet on the other side.

He’s grinning at you when he unlatches the gate and swings it open, but you snap storming towards him. “How long were you gonna wait to let us out?”

He shrugs, “I thought Randy would’ve been out for a smoke before we had to wait long. Don’t exactly enjoy having to climb over a fence.”

“Right.” You slip out of the gate with a thanks, but when he says your name, you feel like your whole body is drawn towards him.

He eyes you, leaning in just close enough to make your pulse race again. “And if I were to flirt with you now?”

“I’d question your judgment,” you point to yourself, “I’m still in desperate need of a shower.”

His eyes lift, looking just past you, before he grins.

“Oh my god,” you cut him off before he says a word, “were you about to tell me I could use your shower?”

Everything about his mockingly sheepish look says you are right. You shake your head at him in disbelief, but you can’t stop the smile that spreads on your face. It takes all of your strength to walk away but head towards your own apartment.

You make it to the top of the stairs before the sinking feeling hits. You deny it until you check the door for yourself. Of course. After everything that went wrong today, it only makes sense that you would lock yourself out of your own apartment.

You berate yourself all the way to his door. It swings open after the first knock, and he gives you a look that has your cheeks burning. His eyes gleam, and you just know he’s going to enjoy this before his smoky voice even reaches your ears.

“Changed your mind?”

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noroi1000 · 2 years ago

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Can I request Gojo where he is arranged married to reader who works at Kyoto high and is the clan leader of a strong clan . He was friends with her and they both had a crush on each other when the studied ( yn was in same grade but in Kyoto high) but when reader was young she was Chubby so being insecure she never asked gojo out and dated someone who confessed to her. Gojo was heart broken and they gradually lost touch. Years went by and now both of them were clan heads and teachers. Reader was now a lot slimmer and known for her strength and beauty. Gojo and yn were arranged married by their families and Gojo was very happy to finally get reader but when after wedding they went to their new home reader was very reluctant to love Gojo and he later found out that reader was cheated on by her ex.

So he tried to prove his love for reader like when his relatives told reader to give her clan leadership to Gojo he supported reader that she won't leave her position neither the teaching job ( she transferred to teach in Tokyo high). When people criticised Reader for not doing all household chores by herself and how Gojo and she did it together Gojo in turn criticised them for being narrow minded. He also supported her decision to not have kids.He was very romantic and loyal towards reader like he would kiss her hands or forehead, caring gestures , taking her for dinner, complementing her and staring daggers at anyone who started at yn when she wore revealing clothes.

Slowly slowly reader fell for him and she confessed her love for him on their first anniversary which she had planned and she wore her black back less short dress that Satoru bought for her . He was very happy and they spent a romantic night ( NSFW when they came back) . Reader finally showed her romantic side and she would protect Gojo from the higher ups and his wolf like relatives who tried to use him. Later she met Tsumiki and Megumi who were introduced to her by Gojo and she would care a lot for them. Sry for the long request. Can u plz write it. U can ignore it if u don't like it

Love you

Paring: Gojo x fem reader

Words: 11,3k

Warnings: Shameless smut (vaginal sex, fingering, blowjob)

Additional tags: arranged marriage, angst with fluff

Summary: You and Satoru were friends. You were both the same age, you were the future heads of your clans. You fell in love with him. But, being sure that he might reject you, you didn't tell him. You had another boyfriend even though you broke Gojo's heart. After all these years, it's finally been decided that you're supposed to be married. Your parents arranged your marriage to Gojo Satoru. Will you finally be able to love him again?

You are supposed to be strong, you think to know how to rule your clan. You are the only child of your family. The only successor. Because if there was someone else, they would have chosen a man. There's only you. And because you're a woman, you're more demanding.

You must be stronger. You have to reach a certain level. Level enough to be a good clan head.

You have to be smart, strong, but also well-mannered.

You learn everything twice. Fighting and manners. All together.

You must be a warrior, but you were also taught to be a good wife.

You will become the head of the clan if no suitable candidate for your husband is found by your 23rd birthday.

And your parents are only worried that no one will want you as a wife. It's not about your appearance, it's about your behavior.

Because you were trained from birth to manage the clan on your own. You don't like being home all the time, and you're not obedient like you should be.

Your family is proud that you will be a really good leader for the family. But they're not proud that you might not have the right husband.

By their standards, your husband must come from a strong clan, or be truly powerful as a sorcerer.

With only one possible successor - you, they want to continue to ensure the survival of the family.

You are to be head of the clan until you are wife and mother.

Your husband will take over. You will raise the children, take care of him. And you will not meddle in political matters. That should be your position.

But it's something you want.

Your family wants you to believe that you must serve your husband. But you yourself want to rule somehow. It's all because they raised you that way.

You want to be equal to everyone. You don't want to live like women a few hundred years ago. You will not serve your husband.

You want a normal relationship with someone you love…

You can have a husband and you can be a wife, but you don't want to lose what was instilled in you from birth.

You want your relationship to be like others have. For love, so that there are no political matters there.

Even though you know the opinion of the elders…

You know they're all capable of an arranged marriage for you.

If it was anyone who agreed with your existence and your views, it might be…

You're 16… You still have time for love…

You've been in the school dorm all week. You came home for the weekend.

And honestly, you'd rather be at school than at home. Even if you had to listen to sexist jokes…

Kyoto is the sacred land of Jujutsu. You live here, you study here.

But what if you were in Tokyo?

You think there's better…

Especially since there is one boy…

The boy you liked…

He is very handsome. He's funny, he often makes fun of others, but you don't mind. The best thing about him is that he doesn't follow what his elders tell him. Because he says he hates their behavior and rules.

Plus, he seemed to like you…

You don't look like the rest of the Girls because you're chubby. Despite this, you are fit enough and in very good health. You feel good and you can fight.

You've seen him a few times, and he doesn't seem to care what you look like at all.

Gojo Satoru is unlike any other member of a major clan in the world of Jujutsu…

You became friends, called each other, wrote messages. You met on your days off. Every time there was a chance for you to go to Tokyo with one of your superiors, you did. Even if you were there to back him up, or so you could introduce yourself.

Then you could always meet Gojo.

You discussed your family's ideas with him.

Even now, when you were 17, they were looking for a husband for you.

The first idea was the Zenines. After all, they have a son a year younger than you. They are high-ranking and powerful. An almost perfect candidate for them.

But not for you… You went to school with Naoya, and you surely know that you wouldn't want him as your husband…

Your grandfather agrees with you. He said he "wouldn't let his granddaughter marry that drunkard's son." The Zenins were strong, but not everyone thought very highly of them.

The other candidate is Kamo, but when you're 17, he's 7… Even though the older ones wouldn't mind the age difference… You'd just have to give birth to a son, and that's it.

You don't want to marry a child who is 10 years younger than you…

The third candidate was someone from the Inumaki family. However, their only son is 5 years old… Even worse…

You don't want your husband to be a baby, nor do you want him to be an old grandfather…

None of these three candidates suited you.

"You know there are other strong clans…" Gojo said to you.

"For example?" You nodded as you watched his smile.

"For example, the Gojo clan."

You almost choked when you heard that.

He cleared his throat and you looked at him with wide eyes and a small blush.

"Do you have any relatives? Brothers?" you asked.

"I don't. I'm the only one~." He grunted, tapping his foot lightly on the pavement.

"Don't even joke about being with you." You laughed, but felt a little sad saying it.

You like him. But you know you won't like him.

You don't know his feelings, and you don't know what he thinks about you.

You have no idea that he has feelings for you.

"You think I'm kidding?" He asked.

"…Yes? You often make jokes like that…" You looked to the side.

He flirted a lot, he joked, he even got close. He grabbed you by the waist, hugged you.

He was very close at times.

But you just know that your appearance is not ergo type. You may be friends, but you don't think you're brave enough to develop your relationship. You're too afraid of rejection by him… You don't want him laughing at you…

"Joking, you say?"

"Yes. You must have so many girlfriends that you'll be the first of us to extend the clan." You laughed. Then internally you slapped yourself in the face realizing what you just said…

"I'm interested in one." He said, grabbing something in his pocket.

He put a lollipop in his mouth.

"eh? Really? I'm glad to hear that." You said, but you felt like your heart ached when you heard that from him.

"That doesn't mean I won't be chosen for you." he lightly stuck out his tongue.

"Stop it!" You screamed, covering your face to keep from showing his blush.

Seeing your reaction, he smiled slightly, he was happy to be next to you.

"Maybe someday…" he muttered to himself.

He didn't know that something made you feel worse.

He knew that you felt insecure in your body at times.

When he flirted with you, he behaved differently than usual. When you were closer, he wanted to ask you out on a date.

He wanted you two to be even closer.

But what he had no idea was that the longer he waited, the more he was losing you.

The closer he got to you, the more you felt that your body didn't fit him.

Until you finally gave up.

You fell in love with Gojo Satoru…

But you're insecure about your body… He's out of your league in looks…

Maybe you should look for someone who will fall in love with you… Not that you will want someone you fell in love with…

Love will come with time…

Your contact with Satoru was diminishing. You didn't see each other as often as before.

And after one thing, it became even rarer.

"Satoru-kun, I hope that girl you fell in love with will be your girlfriend. You are very nice and funny. If my opinion matters, I think you're really cool. I like you a lot." you said with a smile, but the words were struggling through your sadly clenched throat. "I hope you'll have more luck, even more than I had."

He looked at you questioningly.

He waited for the moment now when you would tell him that you fell in love. He had been waiting so much for it. If he even heard the first syllables of it, he could scream that he loves you.

"Last week a boy confessed that he liked me. But he likes me so much…"

Gojo felt as if an ice arrow had hit his heart.

It was at that moment that all the heat from his body disappeared. And his body was warm every time he met you.

He didn't know what to think anymore. Some boy confessed his love to you? You have a boyfriend and he's not alone?

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, staring at your face with a sad expression.

"Yes." you answered.

You wish your boyfriend was Gojo, but you don't want him to hurt you because he doesn't like your looks… You don't want to be disappointed…

"Do you love him?" he asked suddenly, not expecting your surprise.

You turned to him and waited for him to say something.

You didn't know if it was you who should speak now or if he would do it himself. You don't know anything anymore.

Why was he asking this?

Not hearing your answer, he asked again.

"He is your boyfriend because you love each other? Do you love him?"

"Why do you ask about that?"

"…Because I want to know…" he murmured, moving away from you a bit as he looked down at the ground.

He thought he'd never feel a cheap feeling.

Sadness and envy.

He thought this was the moment he could cry.

Because this is the moment he had his heart broken…

Has he lost his chance to have you?

Had he delayed too long?

Do you love someone else?

Why?

He's definitely better for you…

Even without any physical injury, his heart ached as if it had been pierced…

You held his heart.

And now it's broken.

And he didn't know what could mend his broken heart…

But he was hoping that you would put all the pieces together so that later he could tell you that he loved you…

Maybe it'll be the moment he still loves you because he's heard that true love never goes away…

He didn't wish you bad. If you're happy with someone else, he'll accept it.

But he would like you to become his. May you both be together. He only needs you to be happy.

For your happiness, he didn't want you to lose the boyfriend you have now.

But deep down, he wanted you to come to him for comfort and for his love.

He doesn't ask for much.

Only for your love.

And for your happiness.

Days passed, then months passed. You haven't met for a long time.

Sometimes he texted you, sometimes you texted him.

But with each passing day it became less and less frequent.

You cried when you saw the date of his last message. Over two months ago…

You suffered because you still loved him.

But you started to calm down after the next few months…

Your love was still there. But already locked inside.

He doesn't care about you. He doesn't care what you do… He just doesn't care about your life…

Even though you couldn't hate him, there was still something inside of you that told you to hold grudges and bad emotions towards him.

You can't do that to your friend.

You can't do this to someone you're heartbroken because you still think they're important to you.

Years passed, and your contact absolutely fell apart…

The last time you spoke, a year ago…

Your last text messages were sent, also a year ago…

You have stopped having any contact.

Your aching heart has calmed down.

You still weren't happy enough. You couldn't smile genuinely often.

Especially after you graduated from school.

Your body has started to change.

You weighed less, looked even prettier than before. Even if you haven't tried to achieve it.

You are the sorcerer you were meant to be to your family.

You wanted to forget about the pain you went through at school. You trained, poured sweat, blood and tears to forget. You were distracting.

Up to the point where you can't be happy as the heir to the family…

Your heart has been broken.

Your psyche is shattered…

You lost a friend, you lost the person you loved…

You later lost someone who loved you…

He betrayed you by saying that he doesn't like you anymore…

You felt terrible. You felt betrayed to the world. You felt lonely…

Because no one wanted you anymore…

You are 25 years old…

You are the head of the clan…

Your aging Father is desperate to find a candidate for your husband.

Why?

Because no one believes you can direct a family…

You are forced to have an heir, you are forced to be a wife.

So that at least you don't hear them all, you started teaching Jujutsu at school.

In the same school where you studied.

As a teacher in Kyoto, you were very calm. The fresh air soothed you.

You were training a man who was to be your candidate for a husband.

Kamo's son. He's a nice kid, but he doesn't know youth. He takes a lot of things seriously.

He is brought up just like you. Head of the clan from birth.

There was something there that made your heart ache a little.

Moments when you saw white hair of a tall figure when you and the principal went to Tokyo.

Who would have thought that you two would become teachers in Jujutsu schools…

You weren't mean to him. You didn't ignore him. You just weren't paying attention to talk to him.

When you had to be close to him, you looked at the ground. You didn't answer. Even though you felt his eyes on you.

The feeling made him concerned that your soul might be touched. That your heart will beat again.

But the longer you didn't speak to each other, the more you saw that it wasn't possible.

He may resent you for all these years.

You felt that when he asked if you loved your boyfriend, he sensed something.

Love doesn't come with time… That's what you've learned.

You've been waiting for you to fall in love with "your" boyfriend. But none of that. Your heart was either occupied or it just wouldn't let anyone in.

You could only tell him that he can laugh now that you lost the only person who ever loved you…

You're thinner than in school. But you still don't have a super model body. You look pretty. You feel much better.

This is all also something your parents use when they are searching for a husband for you.

You are strong and beautiful. That's what they say.

However, either your parents don't like the possible candidates, or the candidates don't like that you are able to control your clan.

Because many people still believe that a woman should take care of the children and the home. You are not so…

You don't have a ring on your finger because, to be honest, only one person ever wanted you.

For your character. For being independent. But when you started to change your behavior and your appearance, you lost it.

And before that, you lost your best friend who supported you…

You only hoped that Gojo found this love with the girl he fell in love with.

All you think about is that if it's not you, then he can be happy in life.

You wish him all the best without even thinking about it…

But every time you saw him, you were surprised that there was no ring on his finger.

He's 25, he's handsome and young. Rich. Well born and also he must have an offspring (as the head of the Gojo family). He should be able to have one or two children at this age. If you can insist, even more…

But you see no sign in Him that he is married.

Other than that, he behaves identically to behaved at school.

He still didn't follow the rules.

You saw that he looked almost the same, but he was taller. His shoulders and chest were more wide . His whole body was like that. A sharper jaw line, different hands, even a slightly different, more adult voice sometimes.

It's the same man, only he's grown up.

Which means he, too, has grown out of his childhood loves.

He probably doesn't even remember you were friends…

You didn't know that his heart was jumping with joy when he saw you after so many years. It's as if his pain of losing you doesn't exist at all.

He wasn't invited to your wedding. He wasn't invited to your kids' birthday party.

That means it wasn't.

He knew that almost two years ago you had a ceremony where you became the head of your clan.

You already told him about the rule that if you're unmarried by your 23rd birthday, you're head of the clan.

It means that there is no man in your life.

There is no ring on your finger. You don't appear to be pregnant.

You look different than he remembers.

You were pretty then. And now…

Now you're even prettier…

Of course, he couldn't be happy that you didn't have anyone in your life. He couldn't enjoy your misfortune. But somehow, he felt some relief that you didn't love anyone.

Maybe if he could start talking to you again now…

Maybe now he could confess his love to you.

Because he still loves you…

And he never expected that someone could do it for him in love…

All it took was one meeting with your family, and their conversation about a husband for you.

Of course, he wasn't the perfect candidate.

Well, he was very powerful and influential, but this family is something else.

They did not speak to him directly about it, because the superiors knew his character. And they also knew his attitude towards marriage.

His family wanted him to have a wife and children. Even if they were to create an arranged marriage for him that he wouldn't be able to refuse.

Even though that might have done the job for him, he wanted you to fall in love with him, not hate him.

Until finally, one day, his father came to him, along with others from their family.

His father, as the former leader of the family, still had the right to decide his fate.

He just told him straight that he was going to marry a woman. That they had chosen a wife for him.

Even though Satoru hated the thought of an arranged marriage with anyone, this time he had to admit that he wanted to go along.

Without his influence, he had a chance to get what he wanted.

He had a chance to finally get you, and be able to live with you as a married couple.

He could hug and kiss. Be always close to you.

Satoru heard that you weren't asked for your opinion.

You were only supposed to be his wife.

You were only informed that you were to have a husband.

You knew your parents arranged your marriage.

You didn't blame them. You saw that they were worried about the family's future.

But your heart beat faster and you swallowed when you heard that the man you have to marry is Gojo Satoru.

He knew your surprise when he entered your house. Well, he guessed that no one told you right away who was going to be your husband.

There was a reason for that. You knew you had been chosen for a husband, and despite your protests, you couldn't change that.

When you found out a few days later that your husband would be Gojo, something in you spread throughout your body. It wasn't the pleasant warmth of joy, nor was it the cold of resentment.

It was something you couldn't define.

You still remember how you felt about him before.

But do you feel it now too?

"I think it's my duty that you get to know each other before tomorrow's wedding." Your father said, looking at you and then at Gojo.

Well, your family didn't know that you had a crush on him when you were in school…

They didn't know that you met him whenever you could…

Maybe you should tell them…

"We give you 2 hours. (y/n), then you need to get ready to talk to the elders. In the evening, your mother will help you prepare for the ceremony." The older man turned to you.

"Yeah…" You nodded as you stared at the wall behind him.

You didn't want to have an arranged marriage like this…

They just said you're going to be husband and wife, and they think you can fall in love in 2 hours.

But your family only cares about surviving the name…

They will only be able to let you not have their name if your husband is a powerful sorcerer from a more powerful family.

Well, now you've got… Your husband will be the man who is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer that lives in this world. Special grade, immoral techniques that are not easily understood… Brute force in the body as well as brute force in its energy…

Your parents agree to that. They want their name to disappear in such a strong clan that it will be nothing but honor for them. It will be an honor for them to provide a new generation of sorcerers with the Gojo name.

After your father left, you were alone with him.

Silence reigned between you as neither of you wanted to speak. You already thought that this two-hour meeting with him would last in silence.

"Hi, (y/n). Long time no see…" he said hesitantly.

Now that he's spoken, you shouldn't ignore him. After all, he is your guest. And now he's also someone important to your family.

The daughter cannot pass the surname on to her children. They don't live in the 21st century… They want the children who are to come out of the two of you to have their father's last name. At least your name is to disappear with honor. Taken over by Gojo.

"Yes, Gojo-san… It's been quite a long time…" You replied to him, wanting to be nice enough, but also showing that you didn't feel like talking.

Have you only thought about whether your parents did it because they don't think you're up to the task of governing?

If so, they underestimate you.

You could show it to them somehow, but it's too late now.

Tomorrow you're marrying the man your family chose for you…

The plus for you is that you know him. Even quite well. And also he is neither a small child nor an old grandfather twice your age.

And the most important thing for you is that you like him.

Maybe you don't love him as much as you used to, but I'm sure it'll work out somehow.

Maybe he will be such that you will easily fall in love with him again. And then you'll have a normal relationship.

Of course, as long as he also loves you…

"Sooo…" He lengthened the word, wondering what he was going to talk to you about. But when he saw your face, slightly downcast when you weren't even looking at him, he felt he had to apologize. He didn't know what he was apologizing for, but that would be easier.

He didn't do anything special. But he could have apologized for not speaking to you. After all, it was also his fault. He was just too upset that you had another boyfriend. The whole time he saw your name on the phone, he felt his broken heart cry.

And he also didn't know that exactly four months later, your heart was shattered to pieces.

Well, how was your heart supposed to be whole after all this? you loved someone. You were insecure about your appearance, and you were too afraid to ask him out on a date. You made peace with it. Then someone else told you they loved you. He was a verb, but your family didn't really approve of him because he wasn't very strong. You never loved this man. You hoped love would come when you were in a relationship with him. It didn't… That's why four months later you found out about the betrayal, and you lost the man who fell in love with you a few months ago…

Gojo didn't know that, and you thought he didn't want to know. Because he doesn't have to. Tomorrow he will be your husband, and no matter what may happen, it will be. You have your own wedding tomorrow.

But shouldn't you be enjoying such an important day?

You're happy, but in your own way.

You're happy that your husband will be someone you know and someone you loved. Or maybe you still love him…?

Maybe after some time in marriage you will fall in love with him?

Maybe he won't grind your heart to fine dust…

Maybe he won't betray you… You don't want to suffer anymore…

You want to fall in love with someone and know that the other person loves you too.

You suddenly heard him sigh.

You looked at him questioningly.

Exactly, he was already getting bored. And it's been less than 10 minutes…

"I know you don't want to get married because your family tells you to. It's hard for me too, because out of so many candidates they presented to me, I chose none." he said calmly, placing his hands on the table.

"At least you had a choice… I was shown some that I wouldn't want…"

You chuckled softly as you spoke.

It was a sign that you had loosened up a bit.

You don't sit in front of it and just wait for the end of time.

Suddenly it dawned on you.

You looked at his blindfold where his eyes should be.

"Then why did you agree to this marriage?" you asked, impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Heh… I just think about my good, but also yours." He replied with a smile. "It tires me when my family keeps telling me to have a wife and children. I know it's the same with you."

"You're right…" you mumbled.

"… So I figured we'd get married anyway, and both our families have high standards. They wouldn't stop harassing us with mate candidates. When I found out about this arranged marriage with you, I thought I wouldn't run away from something I finally had to do…." A slight smile remained on his face. "You are the perfect candidate for me. And I am the perfect candidate for you. We both already know each other, which will make it easier for us to start… We both come from powerful families, and we ourselves are powerful. It was a requirement of our families. (y/n), it couldn't have been better."

"It would be better if my family thought I could handle myself as head of the clan…"

"Are you thinking about it now?" he asked, moving a little closer to the table on his cushion.

"I am to be your wife… You will be the head of your clan as well as mine… We're supposed to be married, you're supposed to take care of everything, and I'm supposed to raise the kids…"

"Are you talking about our children now? We're not even married yet…" He cut you off.

"Ugh… All I have to do as your wife is literally be your housekeeper and bear your children…"

"huh? What kind of straight-line thinking is this?"

"This is what my role is supposed to be according to the elders…"

"Saters are fools. (y/n), don't listen to them. As MY wife, you won't have to do anything you don't want to do."

He suddenly reached out a hand to you, grabbing your fingers.

"…Because I can't imagine being with anyone other than you… You don't know how long I've waited to be with you…"

You widened your eyes as you looked at his face.

"you–"

"I've always liked you. And now I'm happy that you'll be my wife." He sent you a cheerful smile.

Feeling the warmth of his fingers on your hand made you feel different than usual. More nice.

Is he loved you?

Can you believe him?

Does he really love you?

You have trouble trusting people about their true feelings.

You learned that after that terrible betrayal of someone you thought you were starting to love a lot…

You're supposed to believe someone who told you that after so many years you haven't seen each other.

"What's with that face?" He asked looking at your seriousness.

He hoped to see your shining eyes, the blush on your cheeks. Your smile.

And what did he get?

Your serious face.

"What happened?"

"I'm supposed to believe what you just said?" you asked, taking your hand slightly away from him.

"Yes. You have to believe me because what I say is true." He said wanting to grab your hand again but you pulled away slightly.

"One person already told me that too… And I believed it… Only to see my mistake later…" You said staring at his face.

"One person? Wait… your boyfriend?"

"You're observant, huh… How do I know after you tell me that you won't go fuck some cheap bitch somewhere or have someone else on the side?"

He listened to your harsh words, and he already understood what had happened.

Poor you…

"What happened?" he asked calmly.

"Do you really want to know?"

"I want to know so I don't make the same mistake as this idiot."

"Anyone can make this mistake. At first he says he loves you, and then suddenly he realizes that he doesn't. I never look like a model and everyone saw it, since I already looked a little different, He don't like me anymore . He didn't like the way I was behaving. That I should be more obedient. That as his woman I should sit on my ass at home and serve him. That as a woman I can't order him around, and I can't stop him from doing what he wants."

"Then why were you with him?"

You held back your anger for a moment as you thought about the question.

"…Because he was the first person to love me…"

"I asked you once if you love him. How was it?"

You were surprised that he remembered such things.

"I never loved him. I liked him very much. He was one of my friends. And just when I finally started to think I was starting to love him, he cheated on me and started acting like this. I broke up with him, digging an apology out of him at least."

"I was before him." He said suddenly.

"What?"

"I loved you faster than he did."

"…So why didn't you say it… You missed your chance, and you think you can still love me after all these years?" You snorted crossing your arms over your chest.

"Yes. I missed the chance then, and I regretted it. My punishment was heartbreak for 7 fucking years… Do not you understand? If I didn't want you so close, I wouldn't agree to this marriage for your sake…"

"Words don't mean much…" you replied to him.

You felt that you really lost faith in people's feelings that are confessed with words.

"Shall I show it to you?" he muttered, straightening his back slightly. "Fine. We have a whole life together. To prove to you that I love you. And I will do anything to make you believe it."

You didn't know why, but hearing those words made you believe more that he really has feelings for you.

He will never do anything without your permission.

This is what he showed you right after your wedding.

According to the rules, you should take his last name.

However, you have two names. Even though your family was outraged by it.

Satoru, since that's how you have to call him now, he said you can't change your name without your will.

The Gojo family agreed to this, but on one condition.

That you'll be (y/n) Gojo (l/n).

That you'll bear their name first. And then you will officially be in the Gojo family, but you will still rule the clan (l/n).

You saw the smile of the white-haired man. His happiness painted on his face

As if there were no more obstacles between you.

It's up to you to decide about your body and what you want.

According to the "traditions" of your antiquated family, which you started to hate from the day you got married, your first child is to be conceived on the night of your wedding.

In their opinion, you are to get married, and go to bed right away to make your first child.

Wondering what if you don't want kids yet?

When you told Satoru about it, he said no one can order you to have sex.

It depends on you.

That night, you weren't supposed to do anything in this room other than sleep…

But you couldn't sit still. You kept thinking about it all.

You looked so nervous that Gojo stopped you to look at Him.

His hands on your waist as he pulled you closer to his chest.

"Don't worry like that and don't get upset. Everything is fine. We don't have to do this if you don't want to." he said to you, looking into your eyes through his black glasses.

Do you remember your first kiss, which was at your wedding? And you don't know why, you think it was nice.

Do you fall in love with him so quickly? You're unsure about this… You don't like to get emotional so quickly.

"I know…" you mumbled and suddenly walked over to the window.

You closed the curtains and started removing the ornaments from such a body and clothes.

Is it really time to go to sleep?

But you don't know if you can fall asleep with your mind racing.

You turned around and placed the ornaments from your clothes on the dresser.

You looked at him, and saw how he, too, began to untie the belt around his waist.

Traditional Japanese clothes during such ceremonies suck…

You happened to glance at his exposed chest, and you thought there was nothing wrong with that. You don't want to have a baby after having sex with him for the first time.

As he took off one layer of clothes, you suddenly walked over to him, holding his cheeks, and connected your lips.

You pressed yourself against him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him further.

"I thought you didn't want sex today. Or a baby right now." he said as you stepped back.

"Fuck the rules. There are condoms in the drawer. Maybe this will make my brain more fucked up and I'll fall asleep normally."

You connected your lips, and started to pull off his bedspread which was already untied.

You ran your fingers over his muscles under his smooth skin.

At that moment, you felt him drop your clothes to the floor, leaving you in your underwear.

You don't care what he thinks of you. You just want to fuck him already.

You pushed him onto the bed, which he didn't expect, and sat on top of him, aiming for your buttocks to touch his crotch.

"You're beautiful." he said as he grabbed your bra, undoing it. He sat down with you on his lap and taking one breast in his large hand, he began sucking and biting the other, irritating your nipple.

You didn't expect that such caresses could make you aroused.

You pushed him slightly and knelt in front of him, undoing his pants.

You know this man is not your typical filth who doesn't wash. You believe he's one of the most self-care men.

That's why you didn't hesitate to pull out its length and put the tip in your mouth.

This is supposed to be quick "foreplay" even though it's not. You're supposed to be excited and so is he. You're just going to fuck each other as fast as possible.

Running your tongue halfway down his length, you felt his veins fill with fresh, fast-running blood inside his cock. You could feel him getting harder by the minute. And also bigger.

A man who has had the energy of a big dick since high school actually has a big dick. Who would have expected…

When you were about to put it in your mouth and suck it, he pulled you away and lifted you onto the bed.

Removing your panties, he started kissing you, and suddenly you felt something enter you.

It was too small for his cock, which you've seen up close.

And suddenly you felt your thighs tremble slightly as the fingers he put inside you brushed this bundle of nerves.

"It must be… Somewhere around here." He said and suddenly curled his fingers up, hitting your G-spot perfectly. Making your back arch upwards and your thighs tremble. "You know… I guess not every guy can find a woman's G-spot. So I hope you'll be happy because I already found yours."

"Oh my God…" you groaned, grabbing his wrist.

"As your husband, it is my duty to attend to your needs. My mouth, fingers and cock will always be ready." he laughed.

"You're perverted… Ah…" You pressed your thighs against his hand.

He had no right to stop him because his squares they were inside you, and he could still move them.

So that didn't save you from the overwhelming pleasure of him touching those nerves all the time, without any break.

"There's nothing wrong with fingering my wife." He said pulling down his pants and boxers, showing his entire hard length, along with his testicles underneath.

Seeing that muscular belly, from which a long, thick, nice dick was set below.

You felt your pussy start to salivate at the sight.

"I know you like the view. You'll have a long time to watch."

Feeling more and more of your juices resting on his fingers, he extracted them from you, but he remembered to tease your hole one last time, and to squeeze your clit with his thumb.

"Where are your condoms?" he asked, rubbing the length of it with his clean hand.

You pulled yourself up on the bed and reached into a drawer, pulling out a new pack of condoms.

I opened the box, pulling out one square of foil. "Have you prepared yourself for this day?" he asked with a smile.

"I had to prepare myself for something like this, considering you've always been a pervert somehow." You replied, wrestling with the foil.

"I wouldn't rape you. I'm not mean. Nothing without your permission. Besides, what's happening now you initiated."

"I know. Damn…" you growled sitting in front of him.

He didn't care that his cock was pointed straight at you as he massaged himself. But you don't know why he settles for when you need him, and he with slippery fingers tear the branch.

You want to put it on him, but you don't even know if it will fit him.

You bought this as a spare because you don't want to have an accidental baby right after you get married.

But you bought a medium size.

And now you see that this average size will not fit him. Just great…

When he saw you struggling, he took it from you and tore the edge with his teeth to give it to you later.

"That's better?"

"Mhm… Thanks…" you grunted, holding the tip of his with one hand while you put the elastic over him with the other. Thanking the maker of condoms being stretchy, you pulled it halfway on and then fought to keep it going.

Thanking the maker of condoms being stretchy, you slipped it on halfway and then fought to keep it going.

I think it was too tight… And too short for him…

"How does it feel?" You fixed the end of the gum

"A bit tight…" he muttered, wincing slightly.

"I have nothing else…"

"I can live with it. It's okay. Maybe I'll feel more with this?" he laughed with his hand adjusting his dick. "I hope it doesn't fall."

He grabbed the length of it wet from your juices with his hand and smeared the moisture all over the length.

When he saw that you were already lying down and your legs were placed on his thighs, he smiled.

Moving closer to you, he aligned himself with your entrance.

Pressing against the delicate walls, he pushed inside, filling you more and more.

He was so happy to have you now.

As you shivered and tightened your hands on the sheet to get used to its size, he waited patiently, smiling with a slight blush on his cheeks and ears.

All he could think about was how tight and warm you were inside. And how pretty you are like that. So cute.

Suddenly he laughed.

"I want to see the look on the face of the cleaning lady later who will empty your trash can and find a condom full of sperm…"

You will try to fall in love with him. But you don't promise.

You have your needs so as a married couple you can have sex if there is no cheating you will make sure he feels comfortable with you.

You don't want him to cheat on you.

You want to love him someday so that you both love each other and be happy.

For now, he'll be showing you how much he loves you. To prove it to you.

Two months after the wedding, he hasn't changed at all.

He behaved the same as on the first day.

Every time he left home for work faster than you, he would hug you and kiss you goodbye.

Every time he held your hand, he would place a kiss on it.

He opened doors for you, helped you, took care of you. He did what you asked him to do. He grunted and laughed at times, but that was his normal behavior.

He teased sometimes. But everything was nice.

He always hugged you, he kept saying he loved you.

And you're already starting to believe it.

He tells you everything you don't even want to know.

He even told you once or twice that he would like to have sex with you because, quoting, "his balls are full of cum that has nowhere to pour out, and he would like to see your body when it happens."

It was something you didn't need to hear.

But you still do what you want in your bed.

You live with him, in his house. You go to Kyoto every day to work at school.

After your wedding, which was already two months ago, your family was happy.

And now they blame you.

You've been married for two months now and you're not pregnant.

You got scolded by your family for not upholding a family tradition that has been going on for 300 years.

Everyone also resents you for not doing all the household chores yourself in your home. Because “as a wife, you have to spend time at home, make meals for your husband, look after the house, and also have children”. That's what the Family has been telling you constantly for several years…

They were outraged when they heard that you were cooking dinner with Satoru. That you and Satoru clean together. That you take care of the garden, and every other place in the house, along with it.

This is your home, and you have agreed that you will not have segregated responsibilities.

Because according to your family, you're supposed to do all the chores and he's supposed to work.

You both work and have the same responsibilities.

Well, he just has a little other chores sometimes… You said straight away that he's the one taking out the garbage and you can do the laundry.

You don't want to see him collect your panties. Judging by what happened during those two months, Gojo Satoru is a big pervert.

You'd rather to take his underwear because you don't care. And he… He would even wear it to add some more laughter to your life.

You both work, but that's what they're complaining about, too.

You were just walking past him on the way to your house.

To tell your family you won't be in Kyoto often anymore.

Satoru suggested you start teaching in Tokyo. If you don't want to leave this job.

After much thought, you agreed, and you've already been accepted, even earlier than you decided. Satoru arranged everything for you.

So that you don't have to strain yourself.

He knew you already had a lot on your mind.

Family, home. You even have him on your head…

Walking past him, you just wanted to come in and announce it to your family.

Nothing more nothing less. Only this.

It was very warm, so you pulled your shorts and tank top out of the closet. A little lace on the back as well as exposed skin never killed anyone.

Besides, you don't care what other people think when they see you in this outfit.

You have accepted yourself the way you look, even though you are slimmer than before.

Satoru didn't mind.

He was walking next to you in a white, slightly tight T-shirt and black knee-length shorts that were loose.

He stayed close to you all the way, sometimes even keeping his hand on your waist or grabbing your hand.

You saw how he smiled.

And sometimes he would even get serious or pissed off when he looked at people staring at you.

He had black glasses on, but you still saw his eyes change from softer to sharper. As he stared at the people around him with his daggers.

You found yourself much closer.

5 months together.

Only after these months did you quit your job in Kyoto to work in Tokyo where you will be closer. Even if you are the clan head whose home is Kyoto. Nobody told you you couldn't live somewhere else.

He pampered you along the way.

First, he put his old round glasses on your face to protect you from the sun. Then you went for a cold drink, then on the way he bought you ice cream, then again something to drink. All the way because you have to go to your family on foot.

Sometimes you stopped in the shade to rest for a while.

You always had priority.

And then he told you that when you come back, for being so brave and beautiful, he will take you to the most expensive clothes shop and buy you whatever you like, no matter what. He promised you dinner at a restaurant, but not an upscale one, because they wouldn't let you in shorts.

Everything you will want.

Not looking at others. Without looking at anything that might prevent you from having it.

He can pamper you like this until the end of the world. If it ever makes you tell him honestly that you love him…

As you entered the house, you saw the family that greeted you looking at you strangely.

"Something's not right?" Satoru asked, seeing their faces.

It was different in his family. The old rules were not followed.

"(y/n), as the head of our family, you shouldn't be dressed like that." Your mother said.

You looked at her kimono which was tied with straps and then at the fact that she wears socks at home.

It was so hot you couldn't stand… Would you wear a kimono?

"You shouldn't care what she wears."

You looked at Gojo who immediately stood up for you.

"Satoru… She as your wife should only show her body to you. Not to walk the streets in such revealing clothes…"

"I don't mind because she's my wife, and I know she wouldn't do what you're probably thinking right now… My wife isn't a whore if that's what you mean…" he growled.

"So, what did you want to tell us?" your Father asked, stopping this argument.

"I'm moving to work at a school in Tokyo. I won't be visiting home as often."

"You shouldn't be working. You have to–."

"Take care of household chores, yes I know… You keep saying to…" You cut him off.

"You have already brought one disgrace to our family when you refused tradition, and you have not yet grown a child." your mother hissed.

Fucking old rules… Fucking old member thinking

Your mother is right, (y/n)." Your father agreed. "Since you've been married to the head of the Gojo family, you've been behaving in a way that doesn't suit you. First you have two names, then you don't want tradition, you don't have a child, you don't perform your duties well, you work, even though as a wife you should be devoted only to your husband and family, you dress like that, taking away our honor, you leave home even though you are the head of our clan. You don't take care of your important business, you don't follow the rules, you don't please your husband as you should as a wife. You don't sacrifice enough, you're not independent enough in domestic matters, you resist. You think about what you want, not what you have to do. You should think only of the well-being of the family, of serving your husband and the Gojo family, and of perpetuating traditions, principles, and most importantly - having children to ensure the development of the family. By combining your character with your upbringing to be a good leader, you have become someone whose mind has been blinded by your own needs. You are incapable of being a good leader for our family. You should respect above all what your husband says, and you should also respect your elders and parents. That's why today it's me who forbid you to work, you will be punished when I hear that you don't perform your duties properly. And also, and this is the final decision of the whole family, the leadership of our whole family (l/n), is taken over by the head of the Gojo family. You do not have a choice. It is your duty now to give complete leadership to your husband."

You stared wide-eyed at your father, who sounded like it was all ready and planned.

You frowned, not even caring about his opinion. He can't order you around. It's up to you to decide. You are the head of the family.

"I won't quit my job, and I won't quit my teaching job because you want me to. I don't care about your rules. I set new ones." You said and suddenly felt a hand on your back.

You looked at Satoru who was still standing next to you, listening to all this.

"I married a woman who is the head of the (y/n) family. She is the only person in your family who is worth. Do you think I could rule such a family? I don't want worthless trash dragging my family down. You will not become famous by being under the power of the Gojo family. You will be at the bottom with these worthless principles. Only fools remove the strongest of the family from the top position. By doing this, you are digging your own graves. (y/n) becomes your leader, stays at work. She stays the same as she is now. And you have no right to insult her any longer. People with limited minds will not understand strength, beauty, intelligence and the highest value that it has.

You looked at him questioningly.

He protects you. Protects your honor. He speaks for you because your family will take seriously the words of your husband, who is almost the strongest sorcerer they've ever had.

You smiled slightly as you looked at his face. Feeling his hand on your back.

So this is the man you married…

A man who will do anything for you…

"Thank you for supporting me there, in Kyoto…"

"It's my duty. As your husband. As someone who loves you unconditionally." He walked over to you and kissed your forehead.

"And thank you that you don't mind that I don't want kids for now…"

"It's okay. We still have time. I'm not sure if this is a good time either…" He rubbed his hair. "We don't have to rush with all this. But if you ever want a baby, I'll be contained and ready to make one."

He chuckled as you looked at him.

He handed you a paper bag.

"Here is your promised gift." He smiled at you. "Apart from what you chose, this one is from me. I chose it myself, and I hope you like it."

You pulled out a black elegant dress and watched.

Beautiful, no material on the back.

In addition, a set of black lace underwear.

"I hope you'll wear it for me someday… The moment I'm more important to you than a sex partner, and only a husband…"

He smiled at you gently. But you heard something sadder in his voice.

You placed the gift on the bed and walked over to him, cuddling up to him as you felt tears prick your eyes.

"Thank you for being with me… Still…" you said softly.

"I love you, what else could I do?"

He's been the same all year of your marriage…

He still cares about you so much and he says he loves you.

He didn't leave you…

Is it possible that right now…

Do you love Gojo Satoru?

After all this time, you know you love Gojo Satoru.

And you're really glad he gave you so much time…

You just told him that you wanted to have dinner with him at the restaurant you were at on your birthday. Expensive restaurant, with very good food. Mainly with desserts.

He did it right away. You had his money, but you won't take it. So he must have forgiven you for giving you a romantic night without the help of his credit card.

You've been raising enough money to do this for a month. As a grade 1 sorcerer, you earn a lot, but you've been harvesting because he earns even more than you.

You don't want to run out of money on such an important day…

Today is your anniversary…

You asked Ijichi to drive Satoru there.

You saw him put on a dark blue shirt with thin light stripes, a black jacket and black pants. And you really have to say he looks sexy in it. So handsome

"You're not changing? We're booked in an hour." He said, adjusting his tie collar.

You walked over to him, and placing your hands on his chest, you grabbed the tie, slowly tying it, then finally pushing it gently closer to his neck.

"I still have to do something. I'll come right after you. I promise." You said running your hands over his wide, hard chest.

"You promise?"

"I promise." You stood on your toes, placing a kiss on his jaw.

Suddenly you heard a car.

"It's Ijichi. Go now. I'll see you there."

He didn't want to let go of your hand, but he trusted you to come to him soon. So he left the house and got into a black car.

When you saw that he was definitely gone, you ran to the bathroom, quickly jumping into the shower.

You couldn't do that in front of him because he would have understood something was wrong.

His favorite shampoo scent, his favorite shower gel scent, and you started shaving as fast as you could.

Jumping out of the shower you wrapped yourself in only a small towel and started to dry your hair, then, almost naked, went to your bedroom.

All this took you 15 minutes. Pretty soon. You hope he will be pleased.

You ran to your closet, pulling out a bag with a black dress and underwear.

You threw the wet towel off your body onto the floor because it was only bothering you.

Laying your clothes on the bed, you put on some black underwear, and walked over to the mirror, looking at how it lay on you.

Perfectly matched.

Later you put on black stockings that you bought in the same store as him underwear. You could connect the matching stockings with belts to the underwear belt. And that's what you did.

The stockings were digging into your thighs a bit, but it still looked good. This emphasized how soft they were. Just like most people can. And you know after this year how much Satoru loves your thighs.

Glancing at watch, you put on your dress, putting it on as well as you could.

Grabbing heels the height you like, you went to the bathroom putting on some light makeup and jewelry.

Before you quickly left the house, getting into the car that came to pick you up. The assistant you asked for.

"How much time do we have, (y/n)-san?"

"Nitta, please let's get there as soon as possible. We have 10 minutes…"

"Okay. Hang on. Nine minutes will be enough." she smiled as she hit the accelerator.

With each passing minute, Satoru looked at his watch.

He was constantly worried that something might happen. Or you put it out…

Even though he said he loved you, you never told him…

He was worried it would never happen.

That's why he cared more.

You paid yourself from a separate room with a table for two. You pay in advance for the food you order. Besides, the decor was also a bit different than the last time you were here.

When he heard the door open, he looked quickly in that direction.

The most light was in the center, where your table stood. That's why he couldn't see much from the side. Especially where there was a door.

But he already knew it was you.

"Satoru, I'm sorry I didn't come until now. I know you've been waiting… It's 8:04 PM and our dinner was supposed to start at 8:00 PM… I'm sorry…" you said slowly walking towards him.

He stood up, taking a few steps towards you.

When you were finally all lit up, he could see you in something he wanted to see you in.

"Any special occasion that you dressed like that?" he asked with a smile. "You are very beautiful. I have never seen anyone more beautiful."

"Today is our anniversary…" I muttered blushing slightly.

"…I didn't think you'd remember something you didn't want… I'm sorry…"

He lowered his head slightly.

"It's not like I wasn't going to give you something today… Because that day I'll never forget…"

You walked over to him and he knelt in front of you and pulled a black box out of his pocket.

"If I had proposed to you like this before our wedding a year ago, would you have been my wife?" he asked, opening the box, showing the ring.

You smiled at him.

"Yes. I would be your wife…"

He put the ring on your finger, right next to your wedding ring.

"I understand you wanted to invite me to dinner. I really like the desserts here.” He laughed as he got up.

"I didn't invite you here to eat…"

He looked at you, slightly surprised.

"You said you hoped that someday I'd wear it for you… The moment you'll be more important to me than a sex partner, and only a husband…"

"Do you remember that?"

"Why should I forget these words?"

"that means?"

"I put this on because now is the moment where you are more important to me than a sex partner, and only a husband…"

You walked closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"You are more important to me because I love you, Satoru."

You saw his eyes getting brighter.

And suddenly he leaned in, connecting your lips.

He lifted you up holding you close to him.

You kissed, you ate dinner. Then you kissed again on the viewing balcony.

You didn't let each other go.

Now was the moment when you were even closer.

You both loved each other…

You will protect Satoru as much as he protects you…

The dress that you matched your body so well disappeared from your body right after a purple hickey appeared on your naked back.

Your bra straps have been pulled down, bra lowered, allowing your breasts to pop out for the world to see.

With his shirt unbuttoned and his pants completely down, you were sitting on top of him in your lace panties and stockings. You rubbed his hard cock with your pussy, rubbing the soaked material against his skin, making you both moan into the other's mouth.

As you descended from his hips you bent down, inserting his length into your mouth, forcing his hips to push upwards, deeper into your throat that tightened so nicely around him.

You let him because it made you hear his grunts and groans. And he sounded so sexy.

It wasn't an exaggeration when he grabbed your hair, pushing you down. Fucking your mouth. Until suddenly he stopped moving, and you felt him half filling your throat with his hot cum.

You don't know if you wanted to vomit or if it was just his liquid warming your entire esophagus.

While he was still inside your warm lips, finishing there completely, two streams of white thick liquid flowed from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin, across your chest.

You swallowed to help him get off his high. Also getting rid of the stickiness in your esophagus.

As he let go of your hair, you slowly pulled it out of your throat, coughing. You wiped the cum from your mouth and chin with your hand.

"Sorry…" he mumbled breathing heavily.

"That's fine. But the underwear is completely ruined." You said clenching your thighs as you stood up and sat on his stomach.

"I'll take care of the mess your pussy has made in a moment."

He calmed his breathing, and watched you massage yourself through your panties, then put your hand inside.

"Come here." He waved his hand at you, pulling your thighs.

Now your thighs were on either side of his head.

He smiled and stuck out his tongue.

"You have some really weird ideas…" You said as you saw him stick his tongue out stiffly.

He pulled your thighs up and forward, pulling your panties to the side enough.

You fell on his face and felt his tongue enter yours.

Your hips twitched, but he held you down.

Lengthening his tongue as much as he could, he ran the tip of the muscle over your sensitive nerves, making you shiver..

You tightened your fingers in his hair. He pulled out the wet muscle and replaced it with his two fingers, positioning it so that he was pressing against your G-spot.

No matter how you move, his fingers will press this point and massage it lightly.

He connected his mouth to your clit, sucking. While rubbing you from the inside out.

His tongue flicked the pink lump he'd sucked in his mouth, and he felt your walls throbbing. They tighten, pulling his fingers inside. Assuring that he won't deprive you of that penetration.

On the contrary. Instead of depriving you of that, he inserted a third finger, stretching you inside.

Massaging your nerves as you began to gently move your hips to ride his face.

As he pulled you closer to his face, you came around his fingers.

Then whatever filling left you, you lay down on top of him, not even noticing that your crotch was right next to his face.

His dick was next to your face.

Hard, trembling and ready to fuck you.

"Come on. I'm ready to take care of your pussy now." he chuckled patting your thigh.

"Moment…"

"Now."

He got up with you on top of him, and lowered your body gently onto the bed. Helping you, he positioned you above his hips.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let him guide you.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded.

Then you felt him direct the tip of his dick into your hole. You stretched on top of him as he buried you deeper and deeper.

You were moaning and twitching from the sensitivity.

Feeling him getting deeper and deeper until he hit the cervix.

When he got inside completely, he groaned, throwing his head back.

"Can I come inside?" he asked licking the strap around your neck.

"Mhm…"

"Okay. So I can fuck you as long as I want. I'll buy you a pill."

The sudden movement of his hips ripped the air from your lungs the moment he moved.

He began to move his hips as fast as he could, sending short but strong shivers down your spine.

It wasn't long before you came on top of him, squeezing him. Sucking him inside.

And he just let your pussy suck it all the way out. It shot inside you. Loving the feeling of your tightened walls.

"I love you." You mumbled panting as you endured the tremors.

"I love you."

"Wait, I thought you were a teacher in Tokyo…" you said as you saw him leave the school.

"I'm not. But I'm going to be. I'm 26, so when I'm 27, maybe I'll be."

"I thought you were already a teacher!"

"I was that kind of…" he said. "There is a shortage of teachers in the school, so I sometimes taught students…"

"I see… I'm not angry with you. Because I didn't ask about it."

"I love you~."

"Satoru." You said as he hugged you.

"Hmmm?"

"Can you take care of children?"

"… I think so."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. That's why I brought you here. You'll meet someone."

He suddenly went somewhere, and came back with two other people.

"This is Tsumiki and Megumi. She's 15, he's 14. I've been taking care of them since I was 18." he pushed them lightly towards you.

"Oh? Nice to meet you. I'm (y/n)." you gave them your hand.

"How about going out for ice cream to get to know each other? Satoru pays."

You ignored the white haired man's groan.

Handing the teens ice cream, you patted their heads before walking over to Satoru, giving him ice cream.

"They're nice kids. Did you really take care of them?"

"Yeah. I'm quite responsible. And Megumi is going to Jujutsu High soon."

"Really?"

"Yes. Shikigami user."

"It will be nice to have a new student. Even if you also become a teacher."

"Hey, I already showed you that I'm a good babysitter."

"Yes. I know that." You put your head on his shoulder.

"That's why I'll be even more ready if you ever change your mind about having our children. But I don't mind that you don't want to yet."

"Hey! Don't make me a monster! We still have plenty of time to think about this…"

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