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thehighpriestess1 · 1 year

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August : 10

Summary : Fate plays a cruel joke on Gojo Satoru. A new woman in his life gives him hope for love.

Pairing : Gojo x oc, Gojo x y/n

Genre : angst

Word count : 10k+

Warning : angst. Mention of killing and guns.

Masterlist : Previous

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Gojo hummed to himself as he stirred the pasta in the pan. It was date night and you had decided on staying in. Gojo didn’t mind. He enjoyed the intimacy of at-home dates. After everything the two of you had gone through, Gojo just couldn’t get enough of his time with you.

“Y/n! Dinner’s ready!”. He called out for you and turned off the stove. He took out two cerulean ceramic plates and poured the pasta in each one. He hummed in satisfaction as he added his finishing touches to the dish. He carried the plates over to the dining table and placed them carefully. Two glasses of red wine. Two glasses of water. One candle and One bouquet of lilies.

“Y/n! Dinner-”. Gojo was about to call out again but stopped and smiled to himself when he saw you walk in the dining room in your pretty blue dress. “You look beautiful”. Gojo said, standing at his side of the table.

You smiled and took your seat opposite to his’. Gojo sat down and took a sip of his wine. “Let me warn you love, you are going to fall for me again after you eat that pasta”. Gojo chuckled and twirled his fork in the orange dish.

“Don’t go. Not today. Please”. Your sweet voice rang in his ear.

Gojo froze in his seat. “What are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere”. He mumbled. Tears blurred his vision and he wiped them with the back of his hand and continued to twirl his fork. He looked up at you, sitting still, your food untouched, wine untouched, glass of water untouched. You smiled at him, your sweet smile that could calm down the strongest of storms. “Don’t go. Not today. Please”. You didn’t open your mouth and yet Gojo could hear you.

“Y/n…”.

“Don’t go. Not today. Please”

“You’re not here, are you?”. Gojo asked, stiff in his seat with a sad smile on his face. You shook your head. You reached for his hand across the table and Gojo saw the missing ring on your finger. Gojo gulped painfully, he didn’t feel your touch and yet he knew how it felt. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”. He mumbled more to himself than to you. “I…”. He gasped for breath. “I love you.. You know that right?”.

You nodded your head.

Gojo threw his head back and closed his eyes. The pain in his chest spread to the rest of his body. He sobbed until he struggled to breath. He was too afraid of opening his eyes, too afraid that when he would open his eyes you wouldn’t be here and he would be back in the world without you.

“I shouldn’t have left that day! God y/n I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have left you!”. He yelled and scrunched his eyes shut until it hurt but he didn’t open them.

“Master Gojo”.

Gojo could hear someone calling him out. He felt dizzy and spaced out.

“Master Gojo, are you alright?”.

Gojo could feel someone shaking him. He opened his slowly and immediately closed them when the harsh morning light shone bright on his face. He let out a shaky breath and straightened up painfully. His back hurt, his throat hurt, his body hurt.

“Jerry?”. He croaked.

“Yes. Sir. Are you okay?”.

Gojo sat back up straight with a scrunched up face and realized he had fallen asleep at the table. The first thing he did was not to look at Jerry or even acknowledge him, he looked at the chair across the table, empty. The wine glass untouched. The food, cold and just as Gojo had presented it. He turned towards Jerry and sighed, his shoulders slumped.

But Jerry knew. He had been Gojo’s butler for the last 8 years and had painfully noticed the change in his master in the last four months. Whatever it was that happened, changed Gojo forever. Though he didn’t know how to help, he was going to stay by his side.

“Sir, let’s get you to bed”. Jerry took a step around the chair to help Gojo stand up but Gojo refused. “I’m fine. Just … make me some coffee. I have to go to work”. Gojo stood up with the support of the table and sighed as he felt his muscles tense.

“Are you sure, Sir?”.

“Yes, Jerry”. Gojo said and walked away to the direction of his bedroom with a blank look on his face.

A lot has happened in the past months. Gojo group had taken over the control of Kyoto after exposing Utahime’s betrayal. Utahime was out of his life and her family had moved her to China and Gojo couldn’t care less about it.

It had taken him a month to track down Naoay Zenin. A month of sleepless nights but when Naoya Zenin was on his knees in front of Gojo, Gojo felt like a god. Naoya begged and Gojo laughed. Naoya cried and Gojo laughed. Naoya screamed and Gojo laughed. Till his last breath he denied killing you. He denied ever seeing you that night. But it was all a lie wasn’t it? Gojo was in utter disbelief that someone could lie even on their death bed. But if Naoya didn’t kill you and Hiro didn’t either then why were you not by his side? Hiro was dead and now it was Naoya’s turn to join him. As Gojo pointed his gun to Naoya’s forehead,he smiled. “For love”.

Gojo stood under the shower. The cold water cascading down his chiseled body soothed him. Gojo didn’t know how or when these episodes happened. He didn’t know how he stepped out of reality and into the world where you were there. Maybe it was purgatory, maybe you were stuck in the space between life and death and occasionally he too stepped into it. Geto had told him to consult a therapist but Gojo didn’t want to be cured. No. He was too scared of not seeing you again. Even if it brought immense pain, even if it was just for a moment, even if it meant living with a heavy heart, Gojo wanted to see you.

With the head of Zenin clan gone, Gojo clan became the most powerful clan in the country. There was no competetion. Gojo became the king of the underworld. People trembled in fear as he walked past them, they would bow and kiss his ring in the name of loyalty. His one glare would send a clear message across the country. He had won the war, but at what cost….

The world held no colour for him. Everything was in grey scale except for a few flashes of red. His heart froze that winter and there was no warmth left in his body anymore. He rarely smiled and when he did it never reached his eyes. Some pitied him. Some gloated. But nobody could comprehend the ache in his body. They sang his praises but it fell on deaf ears. They praised his looks but no one looked at him the way he wanted to be looked at. People looked at him with fear, hatred, pity, sympathy and those that looked with love only wanted his power. He wanted to be looked at like he was human, like his life was not a waste.

He had moved out of his old house and into one of the main mansions of the Gojo clan. He was their leader now. He had duties that needed to be fulfilled. He wished to be selfish for a moment and finally join you in your world, but someone like him, could afford the finest of finer things in life but couldn’t afford death.

Gojo stepped out of the shower with his towel wrapped around his waist. The same blank expression on his face. People who met him often told tales of meeting the ice prince. No one could tell if he was happy, angry, or sad. He was just Gojo Satoru. He looked at the breakfast tray that Jerry had kept on his nightstand. Rice, Miso soup, tamagoyaki and coffee. Even though he hadn’t eaten anything since last night he didn’t have an appetite. He picked up the coffee mug and walked towards his walk-in wardrobe. The room in itself was scant except for a book and photo frame on the nightstand. If Gojo was to never return here, no one would be able to tell if it was ever inhabited. Everything from his bed to curtains to the carpet on the floor and the doors was white. It emanated an ironic zen like feeling

His wardrobe, once consisting of the most in-trend exclusive pieces, was now reduced to dull suits in shades of gray blue and black. Gojo sighed and picked out the first set he saw, a deep blue Zegna. He had one rule, no Tie. The first time he tried to fix his tie after that day he ended up having a complete breakdown and was eventually forced to rest by Geto. Ever since then nobody ever saw Gojo Satoru wear a tie. His life was split into two, somedays he worked as the head of the Gojo group, attended meetings, office events, charity balls and other days he was the head of Gojo clan, where he would meet with his trusted men to secure the position of the clan, listened to the problems that would take forever to solve the legal way, helped those who asked him for help, and punished those who crossed him. But if you were to ask him if he enjoyed any of the worlds he would look at you blankly and walk away. He didn’t remember what joy felt like anymore. Everyday was a chore, every breath was a chore.

He walked over, sipping the last of his coffee,to the counter with a glass table-top showcasing all of his watches and rings. He slipped on his clan ring in his little finger of right hand and his Rolex Cosmograph Daytona watch in his left. The yellow gold rim of the watch paired beautifully with his yellow cufflinks with Gojo clan insignia.

The other side of the wardrobe, the hers in the matching set, was filled with couture gowns, skirts, dresses, pants, shirts, cardigans, jewelry from Cartier to Harry Winston laid out beautifully in glass top counters, a separate wall dedicated to bags from Goyard to Hermes. Gojo hardly visited this side of the wardrobe, everytime his eyes fell on a piece of jewelry or bag or clothing he would immediately imagine it on you. If he liked what he saw, which he did most of the time, then that item would be found on this side of the closet within a week. There was no logical explanation to why he did this, maybe a part of him hoped that one day the gods would grant him one wish and he would wish for you.

Today Gojo Satoru stood on your side of the wardrobe, staring blankly at the jewelry. But he wasn’t admiring the collection, No, he didn’t even remember buying half of it. His eyes were set on the ring in the center. Sitting beautifully in its velvet box. Gojo opened the glass top and picked up the box. His heart skipped a beat just looking at it.

He still remembered walking through the burnt down mansion. Hoping to find you, screaming out your name. He had spent that entire night looking for any trace of you.It snowed that night for a while but that didn’t stop him. When the first morning rays hit the snowy fields, that’s when this caught his eye. Shining brightly amongst the gray ashes, glinting in the sunlight, your last remnant. Gojo remembered falling to his knees as he picked it up and holding it close to his heart. He didn’t remember much after that because when he opened his eyes he was in a hospital and the ring was safe in his pocket.

Gojo brought the box up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the diamond. “Good Morning”. He whispered and kissed it again.

-X-

Geto was waiting inside Gojo’s office. He had been taking care of most of the things after the incident. He didn’t complain. He was happy to help his friend. But there were days when he felt like cursing you too. But he knew it wasn’t your fault. You had been the one to suffer the most at no fault of your own. If only he had been more careful, if only he had reached you on time. So many what ifs…

Gojo had become distant after that. There was an invisible force field around him which kept everyone at a distance, physically and emotionally. Everytime Geto asked him about his health Gojo would simply smile and give him a curt answer, “I am stronger than you think”. Geto would chuckle and drop the subject. Though Gojo hid it pretty well from others, Geto could see his eyes drifting to an empty corner in the room. That’s when he knew Gojo was not in the world at the moment. He didn’t believe in ghosts so when Gojo told him that he could see you Geto knew that was the result of the deep rooted guilt. When he had asked Gojo to see a therapist, Gojo asked him, “Would you want to stop seeing Shoko if you were in my shoes?”. Geto wanted to lie and tell him “Yes”. But he couldn’t.

“Ah! You’re here already Suguru!”. Gojo smiled as he walked through the door. But his best friend could see the tough night visible on his face. Geto smiled and put out his cigarette.

“I have a surprise for you”. Geto winked at him.

“And what would that be?”. Gojo asked as he plopped down on the couch in front of him.

“Your new assistant”.

“Assistant?”. Gojo raised a brow.

“More like a personal assistant”. Geto smirked.

Gojo sighed. “I know what you’re doing and I appreciate the help but I am fine”.

“So nothing happened last night?”. Geto asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“No. I had my dinner and I fell asleep”.

Geto hummed and for a second Gojo thought he believed him.

“So..Jerry was lying?”. Geto bit his lower lip to control his smile.

Gojo scoffed and then groaned. “Jerry!”.

“We care about you Satoru. I am not asking you to move on..I am just..”. Geto trailed off thinking for a better word.

“Just what?”. Gojo prompted.

“Just…distract yourself. Meet her once. She is smart, beautiful and loyal”.

“The last thing I want right now is to be distracted”.

“Fine then!. She will help you move on. Does that help?”. Geto, a generally calm man, was losing his patience. It was frustrating trying to help someone who needs it but wouldn’t accept it.

“What if I don’t want to move on?”. Gojo didn’t understand what was so bad about living with a ghost. He didn’t complain then why was everyone trying to get him out of it? He was happy. He was in pain but he was happy.

“She would want you to move on”. Geto didn’t want to play this card but the dark circles under Gojo’s eyes were growing with each passing day and Geto didn’t want to lose his bestfriend.

“Don’t..”. Gojo's voice croaked. “Don’t bring her into this. She is not here. You don’t know what she wants”.

“You’re right. She is not here but I know she would want you to be happy and healthy”.

“I don’t need to move on to be happy and healthy Suguru”.

Geto got up. “Fine then! Can’t you see that I am trying to help you! We all are! I know it hurts Satoru but she is gone. She is not here. Someday..”. Geto swallowed painfully. “..you will meet her Satoru but you don’t have to kill yourself everyday for that..Do whatever the fuck you want. I’m done”. He picked up his jacket and walked towards the door but Gojo got up and stopped him.

Gojo knew he was hard to deal with and he was grateful to have a friend like Geto by his side. Geto was the only person in this world Gojo could trust and it hurt him to see his friend suffer because of him. “Fine I…I will meet her. What’s her name?”.

Geto stopped. Turned around. Smiled.“Yuri”.

As soon as Geto had left the room Gojo groaned loudly. He stared blankly at the ceiling, scared that he might move on. He understood Geto’s concern but how could he just…move on? He picked up his phone and called a distant relative.

Yuta was one of the few Gojo trusted anymore. Though a distant relative he now worked closely with Gojo, much to others annoyance.

“Hello?”. He picked up on the second ring.

“Any news?”. Gojo spoke coldly.

There was silence. Gojo would call Yuta everyday and ask the same question and Yuta had to disappoint him everyday. “No”. He spoke, sympathetically. He could hear Gojo sigh on the other end.

“Okay”. Gojo spoke and cut the call.

Yuta kept the phone back in his pocket and stared at the men awaiting his orders. “Do you have her photo?”. He asked.

“Yes sir!”. The men spoke in union.

“Her name?”.

“Yes sir!”.

“Good”. Yuta nodded.

Yuta and his men had been assigned a secret mission by Gojo. To find you. Over the past months they had combed through Tokyo, Osaka and Yokohama and today they stood in Sendai. From what Yuta had heard, you were dead. But apparently no body was found. He wondered if this was the reason Gojo was looking for a dead woman? It was none of his business. If Gojo had asked him to look for you then he was going to do it.

Gojo knew it was ridiculous to think that you were alive. But he wanted to look for you, one last time, just to be sure. Nobody except Gojo and Yuta knew about the mission. He did think of asking Geto for help but didn’t want to seem crazier than he already did. He hoped that one day Yuta would say “yes” and that day he would run to you as fast as he could. But for now he had to deal with whoever this Yuri was.

-X-

It had been two days since Geto told Gojo about Yuri and it had been two days since Gojo last saw you. Gojo didn’t think about it and somewhere wished that whoever this Yuri was, never shows up. But on the third morning when Gojo groggily opened his eyes, he saw a woman standing in his room. He smiled to himself thinking you had finally come back but when the fog cleared he realized that it wasn’t. It was someone else, black hair, wide eyes, plump pink lips. Gojo frowned and got up immediately, the cover sliding off his torso revealing his scarred but chiseled body to the woman in front.

“Who are you?!”. Gojo demanded.

“I..I am ..Yuri”. She spoke hesitantly. Yuri stared at the startled man. The sunlight reflected off of every inch of his skin. His arctic white disheveled hair covered half of his forehead but it added immensely to his charm. His blue eyes glinted like it held all the answers she was looking for. She was well aware of who he was. Gojo Satoru. The ice prince of the Japanese underworld. When Geto had told her about her job as his personal secretary, she was hesitant to work with him given his cold reputation. But now that she was standing in front of him she knew that she was going to do her best to occupy the empty space in his heart.

“Hello?”. Gojo called out and Yuri snapped out of her trance.

“Yes. Sorry. Geto sent me”.

“I know that. I asked , why are you here in my bedroom?”. Gojo got out and made his way towards the bathroom. Yuri realized just how tall and broad he was.

“I..I came to wake you up”.

Gojo stopped and turned around with a confused look on his face.

“It is one of my duties as your personal assistant..sir”. Yuri spoke, a bit more confident than before.

“Get out. I need to get ready. I don’t need a babysitter”.

“But..”. Yuri tried protesting but Gojo cut her off.

“Look Yuri, I understand that you are…my personal assistant but I don’t need you to wake me up. You can go and wait for me in the dining room. Okay?”.

“Yes”. Yuri stood and watched the bathroom close. She smiled to herself. This was the first time he said her name and she felt like her name had a whole new meaning. She made her way to the dining room, blushing like a new bride. She had flirted and seduced many men but had never felt this way. She knew that she wasn’t the one in control here, he was.

“Let’s go”. Gojo said, walking into the dining room to only grab his coffee.

“Are you not going to eat breakfast?”. Yuri asked, standing on the other side of the table.

“No”.

“But I made breakfast”.

Gojo stopped in his tracks and stared at her. His coffee lingering on his lips. “You did what?”.

“I know you don’t generally eat breakfast so I made something light. You should eat before you leave”.

Gojo stared at her and then at the simple toast and eggs on the table. He sighed thinking about what Geto had told him. He looked at her innocent face and knew that if he refused he would be bombarded with questions from Geto. “Fine. Let’s eat. But next time just ask me”.

“Okay”.

Thus began an unlikely friendship that even Gojo hadn’t expected. Yuri became more than his personal assistant over the course of the next few months. They had their meals together, attended meetings together and on rare occasions when Gojo was free they would often go out. But neither of them put a tag on it. Gojo didn’t want to and Yuri was just too scared that if she brought it up he would just run away. She was okay being his safe space. She occasionally saw Gojo staring blankly at a very specific ring and though it hurt her she knew that the dead was not a competition. You weren’t here, she was. You were a ghost whom Gojo couldn’t touch or hold and she could hold him whenever she wanted.

Gojo had started to feel normal. Yuri was a good addition in his life and once again he was thankful to Geto. Yuri was nice. Yuri was kind. Yuri was beautiful. But Yuri wasn’t you. Which is why no matter how hard she would try, at night Gojo would prefer to sleep alone. The thought of touching any woman who wasn’t you made bile rise up in his throat. For the first two months Gojo felt guilty for even talking to her, he felt like he was cheating on you, betraying you. He stopped seeing you and it hurt him even more. At times he would forcefully stay awake and drink till the daylight hoping that in his dazed state you would come and sit next to him.

But then when the morning came, he would have breakfast with Yuri. Was this what people called moving on? He would often look at Yuri when she would be giving orders to men, she was different from you. You were gentle, kind,soft, you would never order people around or put a gun to their head for not doing a job properly. Yuri would. Yuri did. She didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger for Gojo and Gojo liked this trait of hers’. Behind the innocent face was a fierce woman whom he had begun to admire. At times Gojo would go weeks without thinking about you but then it would hit him like a tidal wave and he would be back to square one. That’s when Yuri would force him to spend the day outside instead of brooding in his room. It was hard to convince Gojo Satoru but it seemed like there was one woman who had mastered that art.

On your birthday Gojo sat in his room all day, on the floor with a cake and candles, hoping to see you…but you didn’t show up. Maybe it was over for good, he thought to himself. It had been 6..7 months? Gojo chuckled, staring at the cake. He picked up the icing on his index finger and brought it to his lips. “Happy Birthday love”. He said to himself. “I won’t forget you. Even if you don’t show up”.

Gojo squeezed his eyes shut and leaned back against the bed. Tears rolled down the side of his face and the ache in his heart spread. He knew that he could celebrate all the birthdays he wanted but you will always be the same age. He could still see your face clearly, asking him to stay and he didn’t! He let out broken sobs as he thought about that day. His lungs burned and he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. He clasped his chest and leaned forward as he tried to breathe but he couldn’t. Gojo opened his eyes but he couldn’t see anything clearly. All he could see was the balcony in front, windows open, white curtains swaying with the wind. He got up with the support of the bed. His breath was still ragged and his lungs hurt but he wasn’t bothered about it anymore because soon it will all be okay. He walked past the cake, walked past the coffee table in the corner, walked past the curtains and the window and stood barefoot on the balcony. The railing reached just past his naval. He gripped the cold metal edge of the railing and took a deep breath. He wasn’t scared. He was happy. Happy that he was finally selfish enough to do what he had been wanting to do for a long time. Did he really deserve to live if he caused your death? Did he really deserve to see the seasons changed when you were stuck in the same season? Did he really deserve to feel the wind on his face if he couldn’t feel your touch anymore?....No. Another deep breath with a smile on his face. He didn’t think about Geto, He didn’t think about Shoko, He didn’t think about his damned clan. All he thought was that in a few seconds he would see you, hold you and the two of you would start a new life on the other side. Gojo swayed gently to give himself enough inertia, 5..4..3..2..

“Satoru!”. Someone screamed.

Gojo froze and turned his head back around to see a woman standing in his room…”Yuri?”.

Yuri ran towards Gojo and wrapped her arms around his torso. “No..Please no”. She whispered into his back.

“Let me go”. Gojo spoke calmly. With a hypnotized expression on his face.

“No. I won’t. Please”. Yuri’s own mind was racing.

Gojo turned around and unclasped her hand, pushing her away from him. “I told you not to come here!”. He spoke sternly. Anger rises inside him slowly and steadily.

Yuri looked up at him in disbelief. “Please…”. She whimpered.

Gojo sighed. He turned around and looked down. If she hadn’t come then he’d be down there by now. “Why do you care? How does it matter whether I live or not? What use is this life if I…I have no one with me”. Gojo sobbed.

“You’re not alone Satoru..”. Yuri took a careful step towards him and wrapped her arm around his bicep. She looked up at him, “You have Suguru, Shoko and…I don’t know if it matters but you have me. We all need you in our life. You matter to us”.

Gojo stayed silent. Knowing that whatever he says now will only seem selfish in front of her logic.

“I know it’s hard to live without love. Which is why I can’t let you go”. Yuri pressed her forehead against his arm.

Gojo looked down at her and wondered..

“I..I love you Satoru. Even if you don’t. I will stay by your side in life or death. So please..please let me fulfill my duty”.Yuri looked into his eyes, eyes that held so much sadness, eyes that she fell in love with. “Please Satoru”.

Gojo sighed and stepped away from the railing. He knew he could never fall in love and yet…he wanted to be loved…

Gojo let Yuri sleep next to him that night. He didn’t hold her. He didn’t ask her to hold him either. It just felt nice to not be all alone in bed.

Gojo and Yuri had become a dangerous duo. His lack of care for anyone and her sadistic behavior blended perfectly to create a partnership that made people shiver miles away. Yuri could do anything she wanted now. SHe had Gojo Satoru in her palms. She could kill, torture ,hurt anyone she wanted. It was a normal occurrence for Gojo to walk into the office and see someone begging on their knees in front of Yuri. He was accustomed to their bleeding faces and broken cries. Every face looked the same to him. Every cry and plea sounded the same to him. They would often cry out to him as he passed by but Yuri would just cackle in her seat knowing well that it was a waste. Gojo wouldn’t look down and walk by as if the person kneeling on the carpeted floor didn’t exist. Yuri’s ambition grew with each passing day. She came to be known as the woman who kills for Gojo Satoru. Everyone from Gojo’s office staff to people in his clan and even his house staff were scared of Yuri. They wouldn’t dare look her in the eyes and would often bow their heads down when she passed by.

Yuri threw the dinner cooked for her on Jerry’s face because she didn’t like it. Yuri made the maid who was scared of dogs walk her two Dobbermen. Yuri slapped the guard who opened the car door for her because his tie was a little off. Yuri slapped another house help right across the face because she was wearing lipstick. “Are you trying to seduce my Satoru? You whore!”. Yuri screamed in her face. Everyone everywhere lived with fear.

Of course she never did any of that in front of Gojo. She would often mock the people she hurt.”You think Gojo would believe you? Over me?”. She would laugh in their faces.

“Can I do it? Please please please?”. Yuri pouted and tugged at Gojo’s arm.

Gojo sighed. The idea was a bit…crazy. Yuri had proposed what would soon be known as 10 days of hell. According to Yuri, if a person owed Gojo group 100,000$ and couldn’t pay it back then all he had to do was go through the 10 days of mental and physical torture where he would be paid 10,000$ each day. If he/she gave up half way then his next of kin would take his place.

Gojo couldn’t care less about 100,000$ so he agreed. “Do whatever you want”.

-X-

You drove with stinging eyes until you reached a small village. It had begun to snow and there was an eerie silence when you got out of the car. Your teeth clattered and your body shivered. You had to decide now and you had to decide fast. They could be onto you now. To be honest you didn’t know who you were running away from, Gojo or Naoya or Both. You had to think straight. First things first, the car. You had to do something about it. Was it registered under Hiro’s name? You were not sure. You got back in and drove the car further down the road. There was a pit stop with an empty parking lot. This was your chance. You slid in the back seat and unzipped the duffle bag. It had a few pieces of clothing that you had packed. You pulled out your jacket and wore it on top, next you took out the scarf and wrapped it around your neck in a way that it covered everything below your eyes. But there was something else there too. An envelope, a large one. You didn’t remember packing it, perhaps Hiro put it there?

You took the brown envelope out, it was heavy in your hand. You opened it and the moment you saw its contents you let out a gasp. You immediately put the bag down and placed the envelope on the seat and started taking out its contents. A bundle of cash. How much? You didn’t know but it was enough to survive for a few months in the countryside. Next an id. Your id. Fake id. You stared at the plastic card in your hand. It was your photo. Different date of birth. Different address. You weren’t y/n l/n anymore. You were Hana Sato. Did Hiro do all of this? There was a folded piece of paper and you pulled it out.

Hi y/n.

If you are reading this then it means that you made it. I don’t know where to start but I want you to know that I never meant to involve you in all of this. Had I known that things would turn out the way they did, I would have never agreed to all of this. I am sorry for all the hurt I have caused you. I hope you start a new life, fall in love and have a family of your own. You deserve better than this but this is all I can give you now.

Thank you y/n for taking care of me when I got sick, thank you for caring about me when no one did. I was blind with revenge and I believed that there was no good left in this world but then you came here to save me. I didn’t deserve it. I don’t have the courage you do. I don’t have the kindness you do. Even though I am longer in this world I will always be with you. Thank you for saving my soul.

I wish I could continue to live as Hiro and not Johichiro but my destiny was written long ago. I want you to write your own.

There is a lighter in the envelope and I want you to burn this letter. Remember me as your friend y/n, okay?

I love you,

Your friend,

Hiro.

You held the letter in your hand and cried over it, you shrank within yourself and wept. You mourned the death of your friend. You mourned the death of y/n l/n. You mourned the loss of a lover. You yelled and cried until your head hurt. You gasped for air as you leaned back against the seat gasping for air.Your hair stuck to your forehead you face burned. You wanted to crawl back in your old life but you knew that it was long gone. There was so much to do but god you wished you could just stay here. No. This was not the time to be weak. You sniffled and wiped the tears off your face. The snow had started to collect on the windows and you had to get moving.

You flipped the envelope and let all the remaining contents fall out. You chuckled when you saw scissors and hair dye. Hiro planned too much. But that was typical of him. A burner phone. A lighter. An empty ziplock bag. You put everything back in the envelope and made your way towards the pay and use restroom. It was empty at this time around. You stepped inside the bathroom and locked the door behind you.First things first, You wet your hair with the cold water, spread tissues on the counter, and got to work. You had cut your hair before, just trimming it a few inches from the bottom but now you completely let go of your previous length and cut it so that it was half an inch above your shoulders. You had never had bangs before, but now you cut them so that the bangs fell just above your eyebrows. You stared at yourself in the mirror. There was no way anyone would recognize you now. You hardly recognized yourself. Next you had to color your hair. You pulled out the box dye and began prepping the color. There was an urgency in your movement, even though you had locked the door you kept on glancing towards it every few seconds. After what seemed like an eternity but had just been 45 minutes you washed your hair in the sink. When you stood back up, your hair was a dark copper shade.But it was wet. “Fuck”. You muttered under your breath. You started looking around frantically for something, anything to help you..and then you saw it. The hand dryer mounted on the wall. You didn’t have to dry your hair completely, just enough so that it doesn’t arouse suspicion. So there you were, bending under the hand dryer, drying your hair. Once it was done you ran your hand through your hair to comb it. You stared at the woman in the mirror. “My name is Sato Hana”.

By the time you cleaned and stopped out of the bathroom, the sun had started to shine. You looked down at your left hand. There was a line where your ring used to be. You wondered where it was now. You walked across the parking lot towards the car keeping your head down and covered.

“Excuse me ma’am”. Someone called out from behind you. You stopped in your tracks and turned half way peep over your shoulder.

“Yes?”.

“Have you seen a woman around here? About your height, long hair..she looks like this”. The man in the black leather jacket held his phone up to your face. You brought the scarf over your nose and squinted to see, it was your photo. You stared at it for a few seconds and then back at the man.

“No I haven’t”. You straightened up and turned away to walk towards your car which was a few feet away. You heard the man curse under his breath and took a deep breath to calm yourself down.

“Can I see your id?”. The man jogged up to your side and stood in between you and the car.

“Who are you?”. You asked. Pretending to be offended.

“I am from Tokyo PD” The man held up his badge this time.

You bit your lip nervously and took your new id out and handed it to him. He looked at the id and the back at you and then at the id again.

“Sato Hana”.

“Yes”.

The man kept on staring at the id and then let out a sigh and handed it back to you. “You can go”. He said and flashed an apologetic smile.

You got into the car as calmly as calmly as you could and began driving away. You saw another man run up to the man who stopped you and both of them get into a blacked out suv. You stopped your car and pretended to look for something in your purse to see which direction they would go in. Their car took the turn and started driving ahead. You cursed under your breath. You can’t risk going ahead and bumping into them again. You had to turn back.

You turned on your burner phone and saw that it already had a message. An address. Itadori farms.

-X-

“Why haven’t we started the construction of the new factory?”. Gojo asked irritably. He was frustrated. “If you are incapable of acquiring a few farms then quit!”. He threw the file in the air and the two men flinched.

“Sir we are trying but-’

“But what?! The construction should have started today and yet here we are still negotiating with the farmers!”.

“Ss-sir all of them have agreed except one”.

Gojo scoffed. “Do we need their land? Is there any way we could work around it?”.

“No sir. Their land is right in the middle of our plan”.

Gojo rubbed his forehead. HIs headache had been persistent for over a week. Yuri observed Gojo from the corner of the room. She had been painting her nails red when these two imbeciles walked in and now she was watching them with half painted nails. She knew the true reason behind Gojo’s irritation. It wasn’t that measly piece of land. It was because your death anniversary was a few weeks away. She was happy that maybe ..finally Gojo would put you to rest. She had spent countless nights next to him and she had heard him utter your name countless times in his sleep. It hurt her, pierced her heart, made her cry silently but each time she would remind herself that you were dead. Long gone. Out of the picture.

She sighed and stood up “I will handle it Satoru”.

“What do they do?”. He asked, ignoring Yuri’s volunteer efforts.

“Sir, they are an old couple who are raising their grandson. They own a small piece of land and operate a snack bar from their house”.

“Anyone else in the family?”. Gojo asked. He felt a pang of guilt thinking about harassing an old couple.

“No Sir. But they have a tenant who helps around the snack bar”.

Gojo hummed “Ok. Leave now and get the car read”. and sat back in the chair.

“Satoru I-”.

Gojo raised his hand and Yuri understood. “I will deal with them myself”. Gojo declared, staring at a distance. If it was an old couple then he couldn’t risk letting Yuri handle it. Moreover he really needed some fresh air.

“Can I come with you then?”. Yuri asked in a honeyed voice.

“No. I want to be alone for a while”.

Yuri jogged up to where Gojo was sitting and sat in his lap, draping her arms around his neck. “Please”. She tilted her head and pouted. Gojo didn’t look at her but that didn’t bother her. He often didn’t look at her and she was accustomed to it.

“No. Get off”. He patted her hip and yuri got off with a pressed smile.

-X-

It had almost been a year since you waddled in the snack bar, copper color droplets rolling down your neck, a bag full of your past, shaking and shivering in the cold. You wondered why Hiro picked this place.

“Can I help you?”. An old woman had asked you as she walked from behind the counter.

“I..I..”. Your teeth were chattering and your face was drained of any color.

“Come, Sit down”. She had offered you warm food and tea before she could ask about you. It was unlikely to see a new face in this village but Mrs.Itadori was expecting you. “Are you..hana?”. She asked as you took the first sip of your tea. You nodded and she smiled. You later found out thatJoichiro grew up in this village. He had no family, only an older brother who had died in an accident, except you knew that it was no accident. Hiro had told Mrs.Itadori about a friend of his who was running away from her toxic family and needed a place to stay. Not a complete lie but not the whole truth either. But you had a roof over your head and after a really long time you were part of a family.

But about six months into your stay you sat down with the couple and told them the truth. You didn’t want to lie to them. Not after everything they had done for you. You had kept your bags packed, half expecting to be kicked out but to your surprise they simply smiled and patted your head gently. You started sobbing at their act of kindness but Mrs.itadori got up and hugged you and comforted you. Maybe this is what it felt like to have a family. Her grandson, Yuji, saw you sobbing and waddled over to hand you his favorite dinosaur plushie. You chuckled and accepted his gesture too. You liked this life. Simple life. Happy Family. Every morning you would get up at 5:00 AM and make breakfast for yourself and the couple. Mrs.itadori would start preparing dishes for the snackbar, you would drop Yuji to school and Mr.Itadori would go to their farm to check on the vegetables. All three of you would gather in the kitchen where Mr.Itadori would help his wife with the cooking while you handled the store front. Then after lunch you would go and pick Yuji from the school and on the way back both of you would have chocolate milk at 7-Eleven. By nightfall, you and Mr.Itadori would clean the store front and Mrs.Itador would close the kitchen. During Summer, the three of you would sit in the backyard and enjoy the cool milk tea while Yuji tried his best to catch a dragonfly with his net. Though you refused, the couple insisted on paying you but refused to charge you for rent.

Their house was right above, a three storied building where you occupied the uppermost room. A staircase ran along the side of the building, leading up to your door. Though you could access the entire house from inside, the couple handed you the key for the outer door so you could have your privacy. You chuckled at their suggestion but thanked them for the offer.

You felt like you could finally breathe. You had started to smile, to eat, to take care of yourself and sleep peacefully. You felt like you had everything except..love. Sometimes you stared at your hand and wondered if Gojo had ever found the ring. You wondered if he ever thought about you. Was he happy? Was he healthy? Had he moved on? Is he still looking for you? During your bad nights you had nightmares, Hiro on the ground, Gojo pointing his gun at him. You would wake up and stay up the whole night in your bed. You didn’t know who was right or wrong. Hiro lied. Gojo lied. Hiro killed. Gojo killed. Hiro was dead…You remember that when the spring came you buried the Hiro's burnt letter near the rose plant and prayed for him. It was the only burial you could give him.

You would ask yourself if you could ever forgive Gojo. You loved him deeply and many times you picked up your phone to reach him somehow but the thought of getting caught by someone else and put to torture again scared you to the bone. Afterall situation was a bit more complicated now.

Your alarm rang and you got up groaning. It was getting harder to sleep and even harder to wake up. Mrs.Itadori had asked you to take your time but you knew that staying in the room was not going to do you any good. You looked over and smiled. The snow had collected on the windowpane. The fields outside were covered in snow too. It has been almost a year now. You picked up your phone and set up a reminder. You were going to call Gojo Satoru in a week. You owed him that.

At around 6 AM you rushed downstairs, through the drawing room into the store kitchen. Mrs.Itadori had already kept your breakfast there. You smiled and sat down on the metal stool and picked up a set of chopsticks from the stand. You couldn’t help around as much as you used to but they didn’t complain and you were grateful for that. You picked up the sticky note attached to the counter.

“We are taking Yuji to the temple.

We will return by 8:00 AM.

Finish your breakfast.

I will open the store when I return”.

You smiled and kept the note in your pocket. Even if you couldn’t open the store, you could still set up the the store. You set the crib with dinosaur plushie behind the cash counter and began cleaning tables.

-X-

Gojo had reached the village earlier than expected. It was only 5:00 AM. He asked the driver to stop the car at a pitstop so they could rest for a while. They had left from Tokyo at 1:00 AM, expecting to reach here after sunrise but low traffic and free roads had them sipping hot coffee at a pitstop right outside the village. Gojo pulled the collar of his trenchcoat and walked over to the side with his paper cup in hand. His white hair collected a few snowflakes and swayed gently with the wind. He took a sip and looked up, the snow covered fields looked beautiful. A part of him felt guilty about having to ruin it to build a factory. Through the morning fog he could see the houses and the neon light of a store. Was that where the snack bar was?

“Master Gojo, You would be more comfortable inside the car”. His driver spoke, bowing down.

Gojo kept staring at the faint neon sign. “I’m okay”. He took a deep breath, the air was cold and fresh. There was a faint smell of wet mud and Gojo couldn’t help but smile. For some reason, ever since he left Tokyo he had been missing a bit too much. He wondered if you’d like the view right now? Were you watching from above? Were you smiling with him? He smiled again. Gojo chuckled and a tear rolled down his cheek. He discarded the paper cup in the bin and went to the pay and use restroom. It was relatively warm inside and Gojo felt comfortable enough to take his coat off. He hung the coat on the hook and splashed water on his face. He started at his reflection and pulled out the paper towels from the dispenser and wiped his face. He walked over and dried his hands with the warm air of the hand drier. He put on his coat back and walked out. He checked his watch, 6:30 AM.

“Let’s go”. Gojo said to the driver and got in the car. Other men discarded their cups and sat in the second Range rover. Gojo stared outside the window, there were butterflies in his stomach. He assumed it was the weather. As they turned right inside the village area the driver began giving him a runthrough of the land they had already acquired. Gojo didn’t care but didn’t stop him either. He was zoned out. He could see people opening up their shops, couples going for their morning walk, priests walking in a straight line with wooden beads between their fingers.

“We are here”. The driver said as the car came to a halt. Gojo got down and looked up at the three storied building. “Itadori Farm and Food”. He muttered the name under his breath.

The sign on the half glass door said closed but Gojo swore he saw someone inside. He walked over to the door and knocked. He waited for three seconds but got no response. He could hear noises coming from inside. He grabbed the wooden handle and tried to push the door. It was unlocked. He gritted his teeth thinking the people inside were purposely ignoring him. He pushed the door, it chimed, and stepped inside. It was empty. It was clean. The tables were set. He turned around, facing the door and took a step back, looking around the store.

You had heard someone knock when you were in the kitchen and bent down to see through the gap in the wall but all you could see was some customer in black coat. You shook your head thinking it was one of the early ones. The sign read closed but some people just think they are special. You sighed and began arranging the baked cookies in a large metal tray from the plastic container. You heard the door chime and frowned. You bent down again but all you saw was the shoulder down. You scoffed at his audacity. You picked up the plate and walked out the door into the store area. “Excuse me! The sign says closed! Can’t you-”.

Gojo turned around when he heard a metal collide with the ground. His mouth hung open, shoulders dropped, time stopped.For a moment his body froze and all thought left his mind. He was blank, he was in a trance. Was he dreaming again? Was this one of his episodes? No it couldn’t be. No. No. No. No. No. No. He gulped hard and looked at you. You have changed. Your hair was different. You face..your clothes…the apron with the logo..the food tray..No. No. No. No. His breath hitched. His heart beat loudly against his chest. No.No.No…

You let out a broken gasp. He was here. In front of you. Gojo Satoru was here. You opened your mouth to say something but couldn’t. You blinked fast and shook your head. You had to be dreaming. There was no way. No. No. No. No.

“Y/n…”. He whispered, but you heard it. Your eyes welled up.

“Satoru..”.

“Y/n..”. Gojo took a step forward.

“Satoru..”.

Gojo couldn’t believe he was hearing your voice. You were saying his name. You…you were here. He took another step and he was standing right in front of you. You looked up and saw his tear stained cheeks and red eyes. Gojo brought his hand up and cupped your cheek. It was warm. So warm. You looked at him and after months Gojo Satoru was finally human.

“You..you are here..”.

“Satoru..I..”. You didn’t know what to say so you took a step back and looked down.

Gojo looked at his hand that had just touched you, 11 months 3 weeks and 4 days since he had last felt your touch .“Why..why..?”. Gojo’s head was spinning, he felt dizzy and disoriented. He was still not sure whether you were here or was fate playing a cruel joke on him.

You didn’t know what to say. You had no explanation. “I..I..”. You stammered. “I had…I had to”.

“You work here?”. Gojo asked hesitantly.

Your eyes kept going towards the wall clock. Any time now he could wake up. You nodded your head and fidgeted with your fingers.

“I should clean this up”. You wiped your palms on the apron and bent down to pick up the tray but Gojo beat you to it. His eyes didn’t leave your face for a second. Even when both of you straightened up his eyes remained fixed on your face and yours on the ground.

“Look at me”. He spoke softly.

You blinked a few times and looked up at him. HIs face didn’t show any emotion but his eyes spoke of the pain he had been through.

“Why are you here?”. You asked as you averted your gaze again. You couldn’t look at him. It was part guilt and part anger. You kept the tray on a nearby table and picked up the broom from the corner. You would rather be hovering around the store than stand in his presence without crumbling.

But Gojo followed you around the store like a puppy, “Can you stop for a second?”. He called out to you.

You didn’t listen. You began arranging and rearranging plates on the stand. “I have work to do. Why are you here?”. You were purposely avoiding the cash counter for all the good reasons.

Gojo had forgotten all about why he was here. Did it even matter now? He was getting frustrated by your lack of care or more like the act of it. He stopped and drew in a sharp breath. Were you really going to do this to him after putting him through hell for a year. “Y/n Gojo!”. Gojo yelled.

You stopped in front of the table you were cleaning. Y/n gojo…Were you y/n gojo? Or were you Hana Sato? Or were you y/n l/n?

“Please..”. You whimpered as you clutched the cloth in your hand tightly. You turned around. You knew you owed him the truth. Now more than ever you owe him the truth. “Can we..can we just talk”. You wiped your tears.

Gojo didn’t understand what was going on. Why were you here? Why didn’t you reach out to him? He nodded. You took a deep breath and kept the cloth back in its place. You took your apartment key out and walked out the door with Gojo in tow. You didn’t want to use the inside entrance with him because it wasn’t your house. The strong cold wind blew, making you shiver. You wrapped your arms around yourself and let out a foggy breath. You stared at the two blacked out range rovers. “Ask your men to leave”.

Gojo stood behind you and with his one gesture both cars drove away. “Where are you taking me?”. He asked. You didn’t answer and started walking away instead. Gojo followed you once again as you went around the building, up the back staircase. He stood behind you as you unlocked the door.

“Do you live here?”.

You nodded and stepped inside. Gojo had to bow down given his big stature as he stepped inside. Gojo felt like he was home as he closed the door behind him. It was a small space. The main drawing room had a sitting area with a couch and a kitchen with a small two seater table in the corner. There was a basket full of stuffed toys in the corner. Behind the kitchen was a balcony where clothes were drying. The room smelled of detergent and coffee. Gojo smiled slightly, if given a chance he would leave behind all the luxury to live here with you.

You pulled the chair, “Please, sit”. Gojo walked over to the table and sat down. You sat opposite him. “Would you like something? Coffee or tea or water?”. You asked. This was the first time you had someone over other than the family.

“No”.

Gojo’s reply was curt. His face softened. “Come home with me”. Gojo reached out for your hand but you pulled back.

“No”.

“Why not?”.

“I..don’t want to be part of that world”.

“Y/n it’s not the same anymore. No one will hurt you. No one will lay their hands on you ever again”.

You gulped hard and stayed silent.

“I know”. Gojo continued. “It was hard for you. Getting kidnapped by Naoay and-”

“I left”. You cut him off. You couldn’t look at him.

“What?” Gojo frowned.

You took a deep breath and told him your side of the story. How you snuck into his office and checked your phone and how you sent your location to him and how you willingly left him to save Hiro and how you saw him point a gun to Hiro’s head. You told him everything Hiro had told you about his brother and real identity. You watched painfully as Gojo’s expression changed from shock to sad to angry. He felt rightfully betrayed. He felt anger course through his veins with a burning intensity.

“You left me for Hiro?”. He asked, poking his tongue in cheek.

“Not for..Hiro but to help him”.

“You didn’t trust me?”. He asked.

You took a deep breath. “Satoru I..I don’t know how to explain it. I was scared. I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to help my friend”.

“And what about me? Did you stop to think about me?”.

You shook your head and sobbed in your hand. “I’m sorry. I’m..please”.

Gojo leaned back and wiped his own tears. He was mad at you but he loved you. “Fine then-”.

Before Gojo could finish what he was about to say it happened. It was a whimper, then a sniffle, then the baby wailed loudly. Your breath hitched and you immediately ran towards the closed door and Gojo followed you. You stood with your back pressed against the door, like a barrier between Gojo’s wrath and the wailing child. “Satoru please, leave”

“Is that your child, y/n?”. Gojo’s breath had quickened and you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Move”. He commanded.

“No. Please leave”.

“So this is why you didn’t come back huh? What happened y/n? Cat got your tongue now? You left me to come to this god forsaken place to play house with god knows what asshole?!”. Gojo yelled.

You pressed your palm on his chest. “Satoru please. Let me explain”. But Gojo grabbed your hand and pushed away. He kicked the door open and barged in furiously. He didn’t care who you were married to or whose kid it was. If it was yours then it was his and he was taking both of you with him, the father could go fuck himself for all he cared. He walked gingerly towards the crib.

Usually it was hard to tell whom the kid looked liked,especially at two months old. But Gojo knew. Because as he stared down at the crib, the baby stopped crying. Gojo could see the cerulean blue eyes and light tufts of arctic hair on its head. Gojo was too shocked to speak. In a matter of hours, his world as he knew it did not exist anymore. He slowly turned towards you with his mouth agape.

You immediately ran and picked up the baby in your arms. Gojo watched silently as you gently wiped its face and rocked him. It mumbled and tried to grab your hair.

“Is it..mine?”. Gojo asked.

You couldn’t lie to him anymore so you nodded your head. Gojo wanted to scream and break things. He wanted to burn this cruel world and fight the gods for his fate. But he remained calm. It was calm before the storm. A storm that would likely destroy everything in its path.

“Is it a..boy or a girl?”

“A boy”. You bit your bottom lip. The baby chuckled at something and you looked at him and smiled.

“What’s his name?”. Gojo asked, taking a step towards you. You took a step back but Gojo raised his hands in front of him. “I won't hurt you”. Gojo clarified.

You stopped and looked at the baby, “His name is Keisuke”.

“Keisuke”. Gojo uttered and smiled. Happiness. It was an apt name. “Can I hold him?”. He asked.

You bit your lip nervously. “Sit down there”. You gestured towards the single bed. It had fresh white linen and a pillow with a frilly pillow case. Gojo sat on the edge and looked at you. “Now fold your hands like this”. You showed him how you were holding Keisuke. Gojo mimicked the movement. Once you were convinced, you carefully placed Keisuke in his arms. You were surprised at how calm he was. Did he know he was with his father? Keisuke hardly stayed with anyone other than you and your eyes welled up thinking that maybe he knew that Gojo was his father.

Gojo looked down at the baby in his arms. His son. His baby boy. He loved him. He knew the moment he held him that he loved him more than anyone and anything. “Hi”. Gojo said with teary eyes. Keisuke’s eyes widened and then he chuckled, making both you and Gojo smile. “He is so beautiful”. Gojo whispered.

“Yes. He is”. You smiled and sat down next to him. You gently tickled Kesuke’s tiny feet and he burst into a fit of laughter.

“Keisuke Gojo”. Gojo said and kissed his forehead.

Your smile melted down. You took the baby from Gojo’s arm immediately. “No”.

“What are you doing y/n?”.

“He is not yours. He is mine. We are not going anywhere”.

The atmosphere in the room shifted. Gojo’s happiness evaporated. “What are you saying y/n?”. Gojo stood up.

“I said that I am not going anywhere with you. He is not going anywhere with you. He is Keisuke. Not Keisuke Gojo. I will never let him be part of your world!”. You spoke sternly. Gojo could do whatever he wanted but there was no way in hell you were going to risk your son’s life.

“Do you really think I would harm you and my own son?”.

You stayed silent. Gojo walked over to you and grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger. “You betrayed me. Lied to me. You have no idea what I went through in the past year and now…now you are saying you will keep my son away from me? Do you really think I will let you do that..y/n?”. Gojo seethed.

“I don’t care. You can come and visit him if you want but we are not going anywhere”. You pushed his hand away and walked over to the crib and put Keisuke down. Gojo grabbed your arm and turned you around to face him. “You know very well what I can do”. Gojo warned.

A chill ran down your spine. “Fine. Do it then! Pull out the gun and kill me right now! Because I am not going to let my son grow up with a murderer!”.

Had it been anyone to talk to Gojo Satoru this way, they would have been dead before they could finish the sentence. But you were not just anyone. He knew he would not hurt you. He could never hurt you. He would rather pull the trigger on himself than see a scratch on you. It was twisted, his love for you, it was toxic. He hated you just as much as he loved you.

Gojo stared at you blankly and then he smiled. A smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Pack your bags right now if you don’t want this godforsaken village and this snack bar trampled to ground”.

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The Dream Love - part 1

Mafia Gojo x y/n

Will contain mature theme such a yandere, Mafia, stalking, manipulation, 18+ etc so minor stay away~

Hello! I know its late but here is the first chapter of the Mafia Gojo x reader I hope you like it!! I'm still new to this tumbler stuff soo T_T.

Oh if you have any requests you can make it I guess for now I will do for JJK x reader. (As I'm keeping up with the updates too heeh) I will be taking up the requests till I go back to my writing a real original new story.

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I wish you were real, Not just a dream, or just the character of the books~ but today I saw you darling. You were real not just a dream but in my reality. I will never let you go... NEVER... even if it cost me to lose everything...

“DON'T FORGET TO DO YOUR HOMEWORK AND SLEEP EARLY” the cheerful voice yelled grabbing the attention of the others in the middle of the street. Making you and Nobara groan in response to how loud the boy could be as if he is always high on some sugar rush.

“I will don't you worry,” you said giving the pair a small wave with a smile on your face while walking backwards. Almost bumping into a

“Yuji!! Let's go” you chuckle in response watching how Nobara just dragged Yuji away who was still waving at you.

Watching the pair walking away as the smile fades away from your face. Putting your headphone over your head in a low volume with no music on. The long walk was no trouble at night as it was a busy city of Tokyo always surrounded by people here and there.

“Well, I should just take some groceries as he will be coming back home tonight.” mumbling to your self moving your head along with the tune of the music.

Entering the grocery store pick up the small basket as you walk through the aisle without looking left or right. Just walking ahead with the blank look over your face now stopping in front of the cat food.

Putting 6 to 7 cans of food in the basket along with a little feather toy, with a smile on your face. About the little new baby back at home making you just run now as fast as you could. Now taking a turn while looking down at your phone changing the music almost bumping into a tall figure.

“Sorry,” you said in a small voice without looking up just to walk past the figure. Making the tall person turn around and stare at you while his hands are placed over the trolley filled with all kinds of sweets.

Watching the girl walking away humming in a soft tune of the music being played.

“Now I also need food for me and my dear brother. Hope he won't be angry about it”

Non-other the Ramen

“Well here you are buddy” you mumble under your breath not noticing a haired male wearing a black shade of glasses. Stood right opposite her aisle with his hands folded over his chest.

“Now looking at it makes me want to eat Zuba soba noodles” mumbling under your breath filling the basket with 4 cups of noodles.

Looking from the corner of your eyes a tall man wearing black glasses staring down at the shelf in front of him. Knowing the fact what really is beside this ramen.

Closing your eyes for a few seconds as if you are trying your best to remember the words

Ramen at home?

Want to come and eat ramen?

Oh, want to see my butterfly was just boom but-it was more like

“Want to come over and have ramen?” a blurred face flashes right in front of your vision making you snap open your eyes with a small gasp.

“Huh” your eyes go wide in response. It seems as if you have heard a voice right next to your ear through your headphones being in low volume.

Tuning your head around just to find no one around you, just to find yourself alone. Not even the white-haired guy who stood not too far away from you.

“I need to stop snapping out from reality” mumbling under your breath rolling your eyes in response while walking towards the egg counter.

While on the other hand, the tall white-haired guy kneeled down on the floor hiding over the opposite shelf. While covering his mouth with his gloves hand with a slight smile on his face.

“I guess she wants to~ why not tonight my darling~” the white-haired male mumbles under his breath.

In the same aisle, the little boy looks down at the white-haired male with a weird expression on his face. Only made the boy to tear up running towards his mother while crying.

“MOMMM!! That guy is scaring me!!” the little boy cried making the worried expression of his mother change into a furious one.

“Who can scare my little boy let me have a word with him! For scaring my boy where is the manager-”

“Oh I guess it was me miss” the voice said right behind the mother. She could feel a sudden wave of shivers passes the moment she turns around a small gasp escaped from her lips.

“What do you want to talk about miss?” the deep blue eyes staring down at her. Shadow form over half of his face. As if this guy just popped out of some thriller movie and is on a killing spree.

The woman just shakes her head no with tears forming in her eyes the next thing she did. Just to pick up her child and ran away as fast as she could out of the supermarket. Leaving her cart behind.

“Hey Gojo, you seem to have a knack for scaring people! Maybe you should consider auditioning for a horror movie instead of lurking in the supermarket. Just make sure to hide your ugly face next time!”

“Go and fuck yourself Fushiguro” Gojo walks away carrying the basket full of condoms with the extra large and thin with different kinds of flavours.

“Didn't know you were a sex freak?”

“Going to be only for my dreamgirl”

“That dream girl of yours dosent exits you know its just a dream-”

“I just saw her”

“Are you now dreaming with your open eyes?”

“I’m just wide awake now”

‘Ah, I just feel so hungry…. I hope your brother has already cooked something tomorrow I don't want to eat Ramen…’

Now walking towards the counter with a blank look on your face, as the supermarket seems to be more empty. Well, it was never crowded but at the same time not this open.

The same tall guy with white hair who now stood in front of you ready to scan his item or more like items. The same being ramen of the same flavour you took and the whole degree of pack of condoms?

‘Well someone is going to do phew-phew being warped up for hours and days’ you chuckle at your thoughts now filled with not-so-good ones. The erotic stories-

You just sign in response now removing your headphones paying in the counter. Thanking the guy who just seems unbothered rolling his eyes.

"Well lets go~ home cant wait to meet the little one my baby~" you said in a small baby voice to yourself ignoring the weird look you are receiving by the passing by.

Still unknown about the fact a pair of blue eyes staring at you with the love-sick eyes. While the other black haired male just pretending to puke.

'Finally I'm home'

You thought reaching the front of your house, you unlocked the door just to freeze as you got a text from your brother.

Hey, can you call me when you get home? I need to talk to you about something.’

Signing in response by pressing your lips in a thin line as you close the door behind you locking it.

‘I’m already reached home bro give me a few seconds I will call after getting fresh up and feeding the little one.’

You texted back just to hear a soft meow feeling something brushing against your leg.

Meow~ purring at the end only made your heart to melt.

"Kitty, kitty," you said, smiling as you picked it up in your arms.

“Ah I have to name this little one but have to wait till he comes back” you smile

"Are you hungry? Because Mommy is!"

Just to hear another meow as if the kitten is making you squeak and aww looking down at the little kitten.

Meooow~

"Awww he's so cute!" you exclaimed in a baby voice as your eyes were gleaming with happiness.

"Momma is going to give you a big kiss!" you picked up the kitten in your arms gently kissing him over his forehead.

You felt the kitten purr and wiggle its tail in delight. It was finally, being back at home and petting it, feeding it and babying it.

It has been four weeks since your elder brother brought this little kitten home fully wet and sick. It was a shade of gray, but you later just learned it's a little white fluffy white kitten… Still hissing it crawls out ready to attack the stranger. But later it just warms up to you both slowly.

Walking towards the kitchen, placing the kitten in the living room. Grabbing a can of cat food from the pantry and opened it, pouring the food into a bowl. Placing the bowl down in front of the kitten and watched as it began to eat.

"Such a cute little fur ball you are, aren't you?" you pout staring down at the kitten. Who was just well busy eating...

Now grabbing the ramen for yourself while putting the kettle to boil the water. Not really in the mode of cooking more like it's your brother who is the lead person cooks. Rather than boiling water or making coffee for yourself.

You Are BANNED From the kitchen Escape from boiling water and milk

'What am I a kid to have milk?'

Well, the rules are already stickered in the freezer for your short-term memory brain cells. Always ready to forget the thing-

“Wait brother said to call him I totally forgot about it” now walking towards your phone upon the dinner table.

Just to see multiple texts and missed calls from your brother itself who has always been the patient one. The phone was on silent as you were in the library with your friends for the upcoming test.

“What?” a confused expression falls over your face staring at your phone and scrolling up.

y/n get out of the house now and take that little fur ball go to Mahito's house now Y/n did you leave? Y/n? Answer my phone Where are you? Are you out of the house? Call me now! It's really important I can't talk over in text Why aren't you answering my phone? I have called Mahito he will be there in 10 minutes just share him and your location Y/n?

Going through the text only made you worried about what really your brother wants you to get out of the house. Shaking your head you dial his number hearing it ring hearing the blow of the whistle the sign the water has been boiled.

More like a note written in the freezer with an emoji making you sign in response. The fact your brother really thinks you are stupid and forgets every-

“Oh Damn the water!!!”

Well looks like the brother is always right~

Poring the boiling water inside the ramen cup as you cover it up with the lead. Still calling your brother which soon goes into the voice call. Signing in response you call your brother three to four times just to get the same response

“Now he is the one not receiving my calls so annoying” you sign. But all of a sudden uneasy feeling inside your chest. Calling him just directed to the voice note after rings rolling your eyes in response.

Right then just to hear a meow once again the little kitten brushing against your feet. As if it has sensed your discomfort making you look down at it.

“Right so annoying, but you aren't little one” with a pout over your lips picking up the kitten and placing it on the table. Who just stares at you with its doe eyes wide open and fully black.

Bringing your cup noodle to the table as you sat on the chair. Right before you could call your brother back just to receive a call from Mahito.

Remembering the fact your brother said he will be calling you. Mahito is one of the annoying friends of your brother. Who always teases you and hits the back of your head again and again telling you stupid.

RINGGG~

Right before you could receive the call just to hear your doorbell ringing. Making a confused expression falls over your face.

“Why is he even calling when he is already at the door?” rolling your eyes in response just to hang up the call while walking towards the door. The little kitten followed right behind me opening the door.

“Why did you even call when you-.” You stop freezing on the spot as your phone begins to ring again. A confused expression falls over your face seeing a tall figure with white hair wearing a black shade of sunglasses at nighttime.

“Yes?”

You know the fact your brother had warned you not to open the door without looking at the peephole. But as stupid you will be the first one to die in a horror movie when you open the door.

“I’m your brother's friend Darling~ I’m here to take you to him” A sudden wave of shiver passes through you. Just hearing his voice sounds familiar yet strange at the same time.

“I’m sorry, but I can't” Your phone starts to ring again the smile on the face of the guy fade away.

“Won't you listen to your brother Geto? I’m his school friend Gojo, Gojo Satoru” the guy said making me freeze how did he know your brother's real name?

One of the rules stuck in the freezer is to run away get from the person who refers to his real name. Rather than the people he has introduced you to.

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sayurichan200 · 4 months

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Back to my love

Pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

Warnings: violence,Traces of beating ,selfharming ,mafia,f!reader, Gojo is a mafia boss

Summary: If you were sold to your ex boyfriend after you were kidnapped by one of your father enemies

A girl in her mid-twenties was standing in a club with a group of girls like her with teary eyes. There

was only a thin piece of cloth covering her skin and many eagle eyes examining her body,Her hands were tied tightly with rope, resulting in bruises around her wrists, while there were fingers visible on her cheeks and a belt mark on her back, in addition to many other bruises that clearly showed the torture she had faced,She was not alone, there were many like her, but in fact, there was one thing that made her different from them. Their eyes showed fear, while her eyes showed anger and resentment.

Sometimes things don't go as planned, maybe that's why she was standing in that disgusting place,She learns that her father is looking for her, but she was arrested by one of her father's enemies to sell her to one of his clients, or we can say another mafia.

On the other side of the club...

There was a man wearing a tight black suit that fit his body perfectly, sitting like a king. His facial features were cold, showing no emotions. His dark, cold aura was capable of making the people around him tremble.

??: "I agree to the deal Mr.fushiguro"

Toji : "thank you Mr. Gojo" (Imagine that Toji is a respectable person Hhhhhh... sorry let's continue), He was about to leave but Toji stopped him.....

Toji : "I have a gift for you" He spoke while a disgusting smile appeared on his face. Soon their eyes fell on a small woman being dragged, and her face was covered by her hair, which made it difficult for Gojo to see her face, but his blood became boiling because of this behavior coming from Toji,It is true that he is a mafia boss , but that has never prevented him from respecting women. He is in love with one woman and is capable of killing millions for her. He could also kill himself for her, but she was not by his side.

He was about to scream at Toji, but he pulled her head up while holding her hair very tightly, causing her to hiss in pain,Yes, she was his lover and his soul. Her hands were tied and her eyes were closed because of the pain, but she did not allow herself to shed her tears. She also knew that no miracle would happen to save her. She wanted to accept her fate, but somewhere inside her there was hope for her survival. She was soon thrown to her knees, causing This led to her falling hard, leaving her knees bruis

Toji: "She's the daughter of your enemies. You can keep her. I'm sure she'll be good", His words made his blood boil and his eyes were red when he saw the way he treated her,Suddenly, she heard a sound. She looked to her side, only to find Toji on the ground, groaning in pain, holding his face. She was about to look up, but a coat hugged her body,His scent reached her nose, and it was not difficult for her to recognize who he was. It was him. Perhaps her mind was telling her a thousand times that her eyes never wanted to meet him, and she never wanted to see his face, but only her heart knew how much her eyes longed to see a small glimpse of him,Finally, her black eyes met his bright blue eyes, at the moment when she was helpless and knew that no miracle would happen and was willing to accept her fate. Her heart and mind still had hope of survival.

A while ago those eyes were angry, but now let's take that anger out of them. When he looked into her eyes, he would be lying if he said he never wanted to see her again. His eyes were always longing to see her, but not in this way " satoru" Her voice came out as a whisper and finally the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes were shed.

Gojo: " You have committed the worst sin of your life by touching my woman, Toji, and you will face worse things than hell" , he said in a very calm tone,The guards dragged him while Gojo approached her and knelt down to her level to slowly remove the handcuffs from her wrists while her tears did not stop, When he finally finished untying her, she pushed him hard, causing him to stumble...

Y/n: "How dare you show me your face again" I shouted at him but he didn't say anything and remained silent,He bent down slightly and put his hands under her legs and waist, then gently carried her in his arms " Put me down, I'm not going anywhere with you "

Gojo; " I didn't ask for your opinion ", She started hitting him hard, then slowly, until she got tired and her blows became light. She put her head on his chest and just started crying, which made his cold heart break, It didn't take long for her to fall asleep because she was tired because of their torture and because of him as well. Even though two years had passed, his arms never failed her in giving her comfort,She was in his lap, her head resting on his chest and his arms hugging her. He looked at her and saw her after two years had passed. He slowly touched her cheeks, where were the marks from the slaps and those bruised lips, to remember the past.

Two years ago...

It was past two o'clock at night, and the two were hugging each other and feeling each other's comfort and warmth, but she soon woke up because of her open appetite as usual " toru,toru,satoru" She shouted close to his ears, " Have you tried spicy ramen before?"

Gojo: "Please not again",He buried his face in his pillow because he knew that if he looked at her frowning face, he would definitely weaken like every time, y/n: "look at me",I spoke and he started pulling it, Gojo: "No, it's too late. Sleep now" He heard the sound of crying, so he widened his eyes and looked at her, but he showed signs of annoyance when he saw her laughing, and he fell into her trap.

Gojo: "sleep",He tried to look tough but he would never succeed in front of her,Y/n: "Pleeeeeease" Sigh and wake up "Okay let's go"

She jumped on him and he was quick enough to catch her and started planting kisses on his face. He carried her in his arms and headed towards the kitchen,He was cooking and she was hugging him from behind. He quickly finished cooking and placed a plate in front of her, and she did not waste even a second in eating it quickly.

Gojo: "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you",She finished her plate and looked at him y/n: "I love you a lot".

The worst day in her life came, the day she learned that their families were enemies, as Gojo was her father's biggest enemy and she was the daughter of his biggest enemy,Her eyes filled with tears, unable to bear the reality. She loved him with all her heart, and he did too, but as a daughter, she was in a position where she had to choose between love and family.

Y/n: "Don't show me your face again, Satoru . This is our last meeting" With a heart full of pain, she said those words as he stood in front of her, his face cold and featureless, Gojo: "Make sure we never meet again because next time I won't let you go"This was their last meeting and after that day they never met again.

Back to the present...

He carried her small body in his arms while she was still sleeping. He took her to his room to put her on the bed and brought first aid,He slowly took off the jacket she was wearing and turned her over onto her stomach to look at her back, which was full of marks from the beatings. His eyes darkened when he saw those marks, so he vowed hell for Toji , treated her bruises and sat next to her,He stared at her with longing, and it was clear in his eyes that he would never tire of seeing her "I won't leave you this time, my love".

The next morning, she woke up and found herself in a familiar room. She knew where she was and noticed that her bruises were bandaged , She headed downstairs to find Gojo there, y/n: "I want to go back to my home", Gojo: "You're not going anywhere" , He spoke in a cold voice.

Y/n: "Do you think you can stop me?",She was going to head towards the door, but he stopped her by grabbing her hand and she pushed him forcefully, making him stumble,This is what made the guards point their weapons at her.

Gojo: "Put down your weapons, if you get a scratch, I will cut off your heads" They quickly drew their weapons in fear. He put his hands around her knees and waist and took her in his arms, where she began to move in his grip.

Gojo: "They brought food to my room",He ordered the maids as he went upstairs,Y/n: "Put me down, let me go",She was screaming and he completely ignored her words.

He entered the room and placed her obscenely on the bed, but she was about to get up again. He quickly placed her hands above her head and brought his face closer to hers,She got lost in his eyes, which made her heartbeat rise as she saw him this close after years, but she soon remembered the reality.

Y/n: "Leave_...", Gojo: "Keep your pretty mouth shut if you don't want me to tie you up",His tone was serious, so I remained silent.

Gojo: "You can go after two days because your body is still weak"

Y/n: "but...",Her words were interrupted by the maid entering, Gojo: "Eat your food",She started eating because she was so hungry, but her hands were shaking because her wrists were injured, which Gojo noticed, of course,He went towards her and took a fork from her hands.

Y/n: "I can eat by myself", Gojo: "Open your mouth",He spoke quietly and she opened her mouth because she knew she could not win over him He was feeding her and she was looking at him. His actions spoke more than his words. Even though he was acting cold, his interest was still there. Her eyes became teary-eyed, but he did not say anything and left after he finished feeding her.

At night...

She was sleeping, but suddenly she woke up in fear when she heard the sound of thunder that she was afraid of. She was crying silently, covering her ears. Then she felt the other side of the bed coming down. She knew who it was, but she did not say anything because she wanted him next to her. She was trembling violently, but she felt an arm wrap around her waist. And he pulled her, and she did not resist because it was her safety zone. He placed her head on his bare chest to hear his heartbeat, which was calming her, and she wrapped her hands around his bare waist until she fell asleep again (Despite the passage of time, something never changes).

The next day...

She woke up and found herself wearing his shirt as usual. Suddenly her mind replayed the events of yesterday, so she raised her head to meet his face. She closed her eyes again, spending some time with him, but then she felt her tears falling.

Y/n: "I really miss you"...... , Gojo opened his eyes

Gojo: "Let's fight together"

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Don't forget to leave comments so I know if you liked the story ☺️

bye 🌹

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shunshunrika · 11 months

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Sometimes the art from certain panels of JJK manga just doesn't seem right to me somehow 😂😂

‼️‼️ MAJOR SPOILERS FROM chp 225 ahead‼️‼️

So for example, I know Gege just hates GOJO LMAO (Voldemort gojo)

I just had to change it somehow so I redrew it and gave him a nose 😂

Also here, something is just off proportion wise.. like.. it could be more... Detailed maybe?

So let's try this maybe?

#gojo smut #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #jjk gojou #jjk fanart #jjk mafia au #jujutsu kaisen #gojo fanart #itadori #megumi #geto suguru #gojou satoru x reader #toji fushiguro #gege akutami #jjk spoilers

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⟸ back to navi

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SMAUS

jjk men reacting to you asking for their hoodie : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, m.fushiguro, r.sukuna, k.nanami, t.fushiguro

jjk men pretending to be your boyfriend : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, m.fushiguro, r.sukuna, k.nanami, t.fushiguro

jjk men being needy during your finals : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, m.fushiguro, r.sukuna, k.nanami

sending jjk men random memes : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, r.sukuna, k.nanami, t.fushiguro

boyfriend texts : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

boyfriend texts : ̗̀➛ s.gojo

accidental confessions : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro, m.fushiguro, k.nanami

boyfriend texts : ̗̀➛ r.sukuna

"send d!ck"meme reaction : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, r.sukuna, k.nanami, m.fushiguro, t.fushiguro, y.itadori

they help u babysit ur little bro : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, m.fushiguro, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro

sending them "choke me" : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, m.fushiguro, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro, k.nanami

asking the jjk men if you can sleep with them : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro, k.nanami

"can we get a pet pig" : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, y.itadori, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro, k.nanami, m.fushiguro

situationships : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, t.fushiguro, k.nanami, m.fushiguro

ONE-SHOTS

mafia!boss toji x reader : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

gojo takes care of sick reader : ̗̀➛ s.gojo

saviour (Greek God AU) : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

sex on the beach : ̗̀➛s.gojo

coming home to him on a rainy evening : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

HEADCANONS

jjk men as mafia bosses : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, mahito, k.nanami, r.sukuna, t.fushiguro

gojo satoru as a boyfriend part 2 : ̗̀➛ s.gojo

shopping w them : ̗̀➛ s.gojo, t.fushiguro, y.itadori

soft sukuna scenarios : ̗̀➛ r.sukuna

mafia boss relationship headcanons : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

relationship headcanons : ̗̀➛ k.nanami

with a famous s/o : ̗̀➛ k.nanami, s.gojo

them comforting you during your finals : ̗̀➛ s.gojo,k.nanami, t.fushiguro

SERIES

୭ EX-HUSBAND TOJI

the divorce + first time seeing him again : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

megumi's shared custody : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro

running into ex-husband toji at the supermarket : ̗̀➛ t.fushiguro, s.gojo

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noroi1000 · 2 years

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Diamond

Paring: Mafia boss Gojo x reader (Mafia AU)

A/n: So this isn't quite the fluff I was meant to write after writing "No Exceptions". It is a combination of fluff, smut and angst. @wake-uptoreality, thank you very much. Your advice on listening to music really works ☺️ Pictures not mine.

Tw: Angst, smut, drugs, guns, death content, threats, Mafia, rough sex, car sex, anal play, anal sex, light Yandere

Cw: 10,1 k (I am so happy)

Anyone can tell you that the mafia boyfriend is someone you have to run from. Because it's too dangerous. However, you prefer this life to the safest and boring life in your home. Besides, Satoru completely changes your life. And he also corrects it to make you happy with him. Because you're his little diamond. More valuable than any other.

You've always been told it was dangerous.

Every man. Any family member might try to tell you that such a relationship is something you may not endure.

After all, not everyone has contact with weapons. It was the norm for you.

After all, Satoru almost always carried a weapon of any kind.

You've met him like this before.

You met him when he was in the mafia. His life is this mafia. He runs this criminal organization.

But you know he never did anything completely bad. Like killing an innocent man.

Your family hates him.

But why?

Because he's in the mafia. He is a criminal. They can think of him that way. It is true that he kills. He deals in drugs, weapons and other goods. It's the mafia after all. And it cannot be changed.

It would be better if the mafia were selling sweets, pillows and stuffed animals. However, this is not the world.

Everyone's life is riddled with pitfalls.

It's full of lies and pain.

You chose your pain. You want your life to be connected with the mafia.

Even if you regret it very much.

You love Satoru and don't want to leave him.

________

"Sweetheart! Please, can you tell me who your secret admirer is?" Your mother asked as she brought a bouquet of flowers lying outside the door.

You often get a bouquet of flowers. Big. Decorated. Sometimes it lies on the sidewalk in front of the door, and sometimes it is brought by a supplier.

But always, between the plants there is a tiny piece of paper with a heart on it. And in it "S.".

Satoru never came to your house. Well, maybe not quite. He came while your parents were gone and he hadn't entered your house yet. Not once. You live with your parents, and maybe that's the reason.

You are 19 years old. You finished school and you are thinking about your studies.

Your family does not support this. Because you live too far from a big city, where you would like to study. Study in Tokyo. While you live on the outskirts.

Your parents never wanted to let you move out. In their opinion, you are too clumsy to start your own life. For them, you could live with them for the rest of your life and be their child.

They want you to start working in a small shop nearby. Something you would never want to do. It's boring there, and it's also full of drunks.

You don't want to do anything like that.

Who would?

The little shop may be cozy, but you don't want to be bothered with people who don't like something.

And the second reason you can't go to college. Your parents tell you that they don't have the money for it, and there is no chance that you will be able to earn money to even rent a dormitory. Nobody supported you.

Now you see your mother's happiness when she holds a huge bouquet of red roses, it drives you crazy.

They destroy your dreams in order to pretend that you are the perfect family later.

You hate this concept.

Mother started running around with flowers and showing your father.

"Look how lucky our daughter is!"

She just called around. She was looking for a vase, but you know what you can do with it.

You walked over to her and took her flowers. You went upstairs to your room.

Without a word or a smile.

Their behavior pisses you off.

As if everything was perfect and everyone was happy. And it is, except you. Only you are not happy.

Your grandmother does know about Satoru. She actually knew it. As long as she was alive.

She always urged you not to listen to your parents. She kept saying over and over to have fun. No matter what others think. She said you have to go crazy in life. Do something that is even prohibited. You've made it happen.

She always liked to watch a lot of TV and also browsed the internet. She recognized Satoru's face. And she began to laugh. As if she was pleased with you.

Meeting with a member of the mafia. Or rather not a member, but the son of a mafia boss. The future boss. It's not very legal. You see weapons, you meet people who carry even kilos of drugs. You don't do anything about it.

You are not engaged in hazardous activities.

You are not their customer, nor are you a member of them. Even more so, you are not their enemy.

You only know a few of them. Friends of Satoru. No one more. He already shows that you are a couple. Throughout the Gojo mafia you are called "miss (y / n)". Otherwise he only calls you Suguru, Kento and Shoko. And of course Satoru. He calls you by different names. From the names of sweets to the weirdest names.

His father recently said you were their "little diamond".

Because you are a wonderful person and their family love you as if you have been with them for years.

Mr. Gojo knows nothing about your family, but it is enough for him that you keep him and his son happy. Satoru is the happiest.

It is best for his father to settle down with one and very trusted woman than for him to jump between women all over city. It is not known who he may encounter. You are sure who you are. And he trusts you, even if you're not in the mafia.

You are 19 years old and want to settle down for yourself. Satoru is 22 years old and has a very comfortable life.

His father and your grandmother had the same plans to connect your lives forever. You guys fit together perfectly. Like two pieces in a great puzzle of life. No other woman suited him so perfectly.

Due to the fact that you are so innocent to him, he does not give vent to his emotions, and also tries not to destroy your life.

There are many people who know him. And nobody knows you. There is a great chance that you can be together without danger. Revealing you completely for the mafia world would destroy your life completely, which it does not want.

But you can't have a broken life more than when you live with your parents in this place...

It sucks.

In the room you had a vase in which you poured water and put flowers in it.

You didn't know Satoru was such a hopeless romantic, but it looks like it. Although you are not able to despise flowers from him. It's at least better than nothing.

And with most of the flowers, there also comes a note.

Of course, everything is written so that you can guess what's going on.

Sometimes it is so difficult to decipher that you have to call him and ask what's going on.

Often, he already answered immediately where you were to meet.

Today was no different. In fact, there was nothing obvious on the piece of paper. Except for the typical S. Actually, you don't even know what it is. Is there any number or inscription. Or maybe a drawing. Today he did not make any effort with his artistic talent...

You immediately reached for the phone and left the room, heading for the bathroom.

You turned on the shower on purpose to drown out your conversation.

You still lacked your parents eavesdropping on your conversation with him. Then they would know where you will meet him, and they would know who he is and that you lie to them saying that you are going out with a friend. They only allow you to be alone. And you're not going to any party.

Now you have a boyfriend, but they don't need to know who he is. Same as your friend.

That would be an exaggeration.

Actually, no one can know. Because you want it that way. They would forbid you from seeing him. Not that they can stop you, but still...

It would be irritating. More than it is now.

Besides, all Japan knows Satoru. He's in the mafia. The police would like to put him in prison. Only the world is big and no one knows where it is. You could say that your white-haired lover is everywhere and nowhere.

When you dialed the number, you started calling him.

You waited a moment until he picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello? What's up~?" he asked in a sweet voice.

"Satoru, I'm calling because you may know the reason." you said. You wait for him to guess himself and tell you. You don't have the strength for his scribbles on these pieces of paper anymore.

"What is wrong? You don't like flowers?" He asked. You knew he was smiling somehow.

"They're beautiful, thank you, but it's something else. And you really don't know what it is?"

"That note again? Why can't you decode it?"

"I don't even know if it's a number, a word or maybe even a drawing. " you snarled into the phone.

You don't want to offend him, but it's true.

"This is the number plate of the car that will be picking you up today. Now do you understand?"

"...Yes. Why can't you come get me?" you asked, calming your voice a little.

You feel calmer by listening to it.

He can always explain it to you without any problems.

"Not today. I'm a bit busy. Even now, I'm not home." he said and you heard a click.

Does something? Or maybe he has a gun? It could be anything.

"Wait for a while."

He pushed the phone away from his ear for a moment and tossed the pistol to one of the subordinates standing next to him.

A guy was kneeling in front of him. Certainly without hearing or anything. After all, he was going to die anyway. He was someone who disturbed them a lot. One of the people who trade in human beings. But he interrupted by attacking them earlier. So they have to get it right?

If he was doing something, you had to wait a while for it to finish. It could be something important. And it might not have been important either. This or that.

The gray-haired man pointed silently at the kneeling man and nodded at the guy who was holding his gun.

Therefore, a loaded gun was placed on the man's forehead.

They waited for a signal from their boss.

Satoru walked a little further so you wouldn't hear the sound of the shot that much. When he was far enough, he raised his hand up and showed a thumbs-up.

"I'm already here. I can't come get you today. But Ijichi will come and drive you to my house."

As he spoke, you heard a loud bang in the background.

But he drowned it out when he spoke. Maybe that's why he started talking. You didn't have to know where it's going to take you. After all, you know that his subordinate will not kidnap or kill you. He works for him.

And there is nothing worse than the mafia... And you deal with the mafia every day...

It is not bad for you.

But you never want to know how Satoru will kill someone.

Suddenly you heard a knock on the door. And then a scream behind the wall.

"(y/n) you take a shower?!"

It was your mother. She knocked on the door.

"I must go Satoru." you said quickly. "I love you. See you later."

You hung up quickly and hid the phone in your pants.

You ran quickly to the shower, lightly soaking your hair to prevent you from knowing when you turned off the water and opened the door.

"Hm? In the same clothes?" She asked.

"I forgot to take my robe from the room." you answered, and before she could start saying anything else, you walked away quickly.

You started getting ready.

Unfortunately, you have not seen what time they will come for you.

But you've already freshened up and changed.

You tried to look nice. As in every meeting with him.

But honestly, you know Satoru wouldn't even care if you went out to him in the worst tracksuit you have and too big a T-shirt.

He has been dating a lot of women. Certainly, in this group of women there were many who do everything to be the most beautiful, and would also like to be Miss World.

You don't have to be the prettiest at all. No matter what you think about yourself, you are beautiful to him.

He likes you, so you have to please yourself too. You do not have a choice.

You put on a gray long-sleeved T-shirt with exposed collarbones and gray pants. You didn't make an effort to dress. What for?

You'll probably end up messed up at some point anyway and your clothes will be messy. Or you will have to put on Satoru clothes. Quite a common thing.

You can't complain. His clothes are very comfortable when you wear them.

The problem with having a boy who is taller than 190 cm is that his pants are way too long for you, and that you have to tiptoe to kiss him.

You sat by the window and waited. And when you saw a black car standing in front of your house, you ran to the exit door and quickly put on your sneakers.

You opened the door and ran to the car. You forgot to check your car's license plates, and that would have to be your mistake. But you saw Ijichi get out of the driver's seat. He was the main driver of Satoru, so he drove with you too.

The stone fell from your heart when you saw it and smiled.

"(y/n) where are you going?!" your father shouted at you.

"For a meeting!" you screamed with a smile as you watched the man in the black jacket open the door for you to get in.

No questions or anything, you thanked him and got in.

After a while you left.

You've been to Satoru's house more than once.

Even though this house belongs to his father, he is so rare. It was Satoru who mostly started using it when he met you.

Before his life, there were nights each in a different hotel.

Now he would still like to drag you home.

You've passed trees. A lot of trees. The house was in the woods, but closer to Tokyo. It was always half an hour's drive away.

Through the window you could see those high stone walls with an ornate gate. Very familiar.

You know there's a camera at the entrance. They only open the passage to those they know.

Even if you came here alone, they would open it to you. Everyone knows you here. You have a pass to go wherever you want. If you want to go somewhere.

You can go to Gojo's house even when he is not at home. The whole area is protected, and there are also guards to keep order. Even the house has security.

Every mafia has enemies. So this is normal.

Even for you.

You entered the property very quickly. Then the gate closed again.

The only rule from Satoru is that you can come in whenever you want, but leave when he will let you.

So now you have no choice but to be here.

You can even keep you home for a few days.

For fun, he even told you to see what happens when you leave without his permission.

They didn't open the gate for you...

Then you even climbed on it just to get you off it and set you back on the his property. Everything was watched by Satoru. And then you had to admit to him that he won.

When you got out of the car and walked to the door, Ijichi drove straight away.

Now you are alone.

No person who can let you out of here.

You reached in your pocket for your ID and held it against the door lock. The only way to open it. Later you can go in and out until you put it on the door again. You are on the security list as someone who has access to everything at home. Outside of the gun depot, of course, that you know are out there somewhere, and cars as well. First, you cannot drive cars and their motorcycle. You have all this forbidden because he says so. You can do anything but this.

This is not all anymore...

But you can drive around town with him if you want. So you lose nothing. At least you're not losing something. And so, each one is tailored to Satoru.

There are no very low cars to suit his height, and his motorcycle is taller than the others. A bit annoying to you because you have trouble getting on it, but you manage.

The lock on the door opened and you stepped inside.

The door handle even has a fingerprint sensor... So no one else will come in. Unless they cut off someone's hand...

You took your shoes off in the hall and went upstairs.

You don't know if Satoru is home already or not.

Probably not there. And you would like to find a convenient place for you.

Even though this whole house was empty. It's not that easy to find a nice place.

Especially because every time you go to his house you have to fuck...

His room is the best.

And its drawers are full of strange things...

Sex is something he would do every day.

If he could, he'd be dragging you somewhere every day. Just to get fucked.

But your relationship isn't all about sex. It's not just that. You have affection, and you cannot deny it.

As you were walking up the stairs you got a message.

You checked it out.

Satoru 😘: I know you came. I'm downstairs in the gym.

So he's home.

You don't know if he was waiting for you and started train out of boredom or not. But you went there right away.

As you approached, you saw the door open and you heard grunting and panting.

You went in, closing the door behind you.

You saw him pick up the barbell, which he lowered onto the handles when he saw you go inside.

"Hi." you said and you walked over to him to kiss him hello. "I didn't know you were gonna be home."

"I finished a little faster than I had and was back." he replied getting up from the metal bench.

"You could have come for me. You know how my father watched as I got into a completely black car? And you also know that they open the door for me. It's a bit suspicious." you laughed.

"We can stop hiding from your family if you want. They probably know my name anyway and I just need to introduce myself. Or I'll show the gun. As you prefer."

"I don't want it yet... Maybe someday. But now... They'll say it's dangerous and irresponsible. They will probably try to separate us and also call the police. You know what they are. They are not your dad..."

"My father is fine. Even..."

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him.

It didn't matter that he was sweaty. You have a choice of several bathrooms in this house. Even his own bathroom next to the room. The same goes for clothes that you can wash and dry very quickly.

And also in this house you have your clothes. The ones your parents would never let you buy. Expensive clothes. Every. From going out to casual, so are shoes and jewelry. Everything from Satoru.

If you would take it to your closet, your mother would check it right away. You have no chance to hide anything at home.

You barely hide your ID. It works somehow. But still, nothing will work without your hand or eye. You even have to remember a special code... It's so tiring but you understand their caution.

Besides, these numbers are already engraved in your mind and you will never forget them.

And it's not code type 12345.

It is fourteen digits validated with a fingerprint. You don't want them to change it.

However, this is your code. You can't open some doors. Your code works for anything you can access. However, some things are something you cannot deal with. That's what Satoru said, and he got the code for you.

You don't approach weapons or the goods they have in stock. No way.

Nothing can be moved. But still, he's a mafia man who doesn't use drugs.

Surprisingly. Perhaps because white powders and pills do weird things...

Nobody wants to see unicorns throw up a rainbow. As was the case with one of the new members who took 1 gram of drugs for his salary.

It was a terrible and funny story to be told to you. But you never want to hear it again.

Now this man has no teeth. After taking drugs, he just went home and hit the stairs.

The words of Satoru and Suguru. They were the ones who told you about it.

Suguru is Satoru's right hand. And you don't be surprised that even if something has to be taken care of by the boss (even Satoru) they can send Suguru. He is in a high enough position that he can be considered a deputy boss. So he's in charge there too. You are friends. Same with Kento.

Satoru's friends are your friends.

He pressed you to him, overwhelming you.

He was wearing a loose white sleeveless T-shirt.

You pushed yourself away from him for a moment.

"What do you want to do?" you asked, trying to keep at least some of the innocence that was left to you that day.

"What do you think?" he muttered. He closed his eyes a little, looking at you intensely.

"Same as usual."

"Hey! Don't just think it's boring! This routine is fun! Somehow you never complain!" he groaned.

"I know. I'm not going to complain about that. Besides, what have you got here? It's probably new." you pointed to a tall rack with a bar.

"Nah. I had to buy new ones because the previous one was a bit too low. That's why I bought it."

He grabbed the bar, bouncing lightly and hanging from it. It is so high...

He now has his arms straight at his elbows. And his legs don't touch the floor.

Fortunately, this room is very high to accommodate it.

"You think, you can jump here?" he asked several times, pulling himself up.

Just at the sight of his glistening muscles straining as he rose, you felt your body warm up.

Why does Satoru look so thin in his clothes and without them has such extensive muscles? You didn't know that such a thing was possible...

You went back to his question.

"Let's find out. Get down from there." you said with a smile. You want to show him that you can jump there.

But you don't know if it will be possible. Since even Satoru with his height had to jump...

But you can try.

At least you are not a coward!

He let go of the stick and wiped it off his hands, then handed you a towel to wipe yours.

After all, if you somehow caught it, when the stick slips out of your hands, you might fall and hurt yourself.

You stretched a little to warm up and walked over to the rack.

You bent your knees and jumped up. Your hand was way too low...

"Try again." he once said waving his hand with that smile.

You jumped up again. A little higher, but still nothing. Then another one. Same.

You were jumping all the time. You still missed a lot.

You closed your eyes when you jumped for the last time.

Your hands were stretched out up.

You finally wanted to even touch it.

Until suddenly you felt a cold feeling on your hands. You opened your eyes wide and saw that you were holding the stick in your hands.

You smiled and turned around, wanting to shout Satoru in the face that you made it.

But he ruined this whole moment.

He was standing behind you smiling. His hands were outstretched as he was holding your hips, lifting you so that you could reach the bar...

You're definitely pissed at him now.

"Satoru!!" you shouted at him and released the metal bar.

They may even break now from your weight, you don't care to. Shoko will heal him somehow...

However, as always, he surprised you. He held your body still up. He bit your ass, smiling as he listened to your squeal. You started to lose your balance.

Then he quickly leaned you against his chest.

Then he lowered you to the floor.

"It wasn't cool!"

"I couldn't watch you get tired. You have good determination, that's why I helped you." he said, placing his hands on his head.

He was smiling slightly, and it was impossible to stop his blush at the sight of the tiny drops of sweat running down his arms and neck to his chest.

You looked away from him.

So he took the opportunity and grabbed your hips again. He bent down a little and picked you up, placing your thighs on his shoulders while you sat almost on his face.

In a panic you grabbed his hair.

You were so high.

"Put me down!" You groaned quickly.

"What if I say no?" he laughed as he poked his nose into your abdomen. "Ah... I'd like to eat you in this position."

His hands gripped your buttocks firmly.

"No! I'd sooner break your neck like this!" You groaned.

"Why do you think I'm train? I want to be able to keep you up as long as possible." he laughed and hugged you to your thigh.

"Please put me down already..."

"I can go fuck you?"

He was so honest. He always spoke straight. Now also.

Your consent was silent.

But that didn't stop him from grabbing you in his arms like a bride and carrying you to his room.

You ended up very quickly with his cock buried deep in your pussy as he fucked you mercilessly.

He didn't wait for you to adjust, so it was the same now.

He fucked your insides as brutally as ever. However, even that was full of love.

His every move was strong, it made you twist. His hands spread your legs tighter so he could get even deeper as he fucked you doggy style. Just like he liked. To be over the balls buried in your hot hole. No matter which. Both holes were the most wonderful ever to take his cock. Not to mention the mouth. You were just perfect for him. So tight. You took him so well. Always been like that. It didn't matter where. Your pussy was now fitted to its shape perfectly. Which, unfortunately, he can't do with your ass and throat. Which are so good anyway that he can never complain. You're always so tight for his fat dick. You always suck it in so perfectly. You take whatever he gives you because you are a good girl.

His hands separated your thighs began to hold your hips to gain leverage. He started fucking you harder, with moans escaping his mouth. His moans joined yours.

He knew you were stopping yourself from coming. You want to come with him.

"Toru–!"

"I know, honey. Me too... Nngh..." He groaned, thrusting into you suddenly harder.

He released your hips and leaned in, placing his hands on either side of your shoulders.

You breathlessly wrapped the last of your strength around his wrist, making him knock your hand away and then pin it down against the mattress.

You had an orgasm together.

With your blurry eyes you looked at his hand which lay on yours.

Soft hands you love so much.

Hands that have been stained with blood so many times.

He had blood on his hands more than once, but you haven't seen it. They were still soft, even with guns and fistfights.

Even after he is exercising to keep himself in shape and get stronger. Show that he rules.

You've never witnessed a murder. You haven't seen it with your own eyes. You only heard the shot from afar or on the phone. You saw people with guns walking around you. You watched your boyfriend wipe the dirt and blood off his gun.

Besides, you saw illegal weapons... Which a man was killed.

You always knew what you were up for when you started meeting him.

It's not like you're with him because you only like danger and bad boys. Not for the money. You are with him because you just love him.

It has been like this for half a year.

And you can get used to the fact that his house is full... These kinds of things...

Even though your breakout is illegal in some ways, you don't care.

This is your relationship. For love, not by order. If you hadn't wanted to live with someone like him, you'd have run away by now.

You don't know if escaping from the mafia is possible, but you surely wouldn't want to know him. You'd even turn them over to the police. However, you are not going to do this. Never.

They have trusted you so much already. You can be anywhere with the mafia. They won't shoot you for entering during their conversations.

Your life is much safer now.

Even the little criminals in your neighborhood and beyond know Satoru. They know that if they touch you, they will disappear. They will disappear from life forever.

Satoru's father spoke so, especially Satoru. They are more afraid of him. Combat skills, weapons and hand-to-hand. It is almost indestructible for everyone.

That's why I never want someone strong enough to find out about it. Because you are that little gap in its indestructibility. The only gap.

You know it's true. Because of you, he too can be afraid. But its gaps aren't just you. Suguru too, Kento. However, those holes in his shield are sealed. He knows they can handle it.

You love these hands no matter what. Just as you love the person to whom these hands are attached.

You would like to be with him constantly. In order not to part.

Not that you can only meet once every few days. By your family as well as his responsibilities.

But his duties end in one day. And your family is the same all the time.

If only you could move out to start a separate life. Start living the way you want. You could be with him more often.

And not once in a few days to fuck and spend time together. This is not an ideal relationship. You want to be with him more and more often. You don't just want to talk on the phone.

You shivered as he pulled himself out of you.

He took off the condom, tying the end, and threw it into the trash in the room.

You lay down on his big bed, inhaling his scent. Later he joined you and hugged you.

That was your routine. No matter what, he always did.

To spend a nice time with you before he has to send you home.

Though he'd like to drive you home himself.

It has to happen sometime. Your family has to find out sometime. The first time they see it in all its glory, and there are three options.

Or they will be happy to meet him. Or they'll react like your grandmother. Or they will hate you and him right away.

He wouldn't want trouble that way, so he would prefer it to be a good.

However, not everyone is happy when they see him. Especially when they know who he is and what he does exactly. Then fear almost commands them to do something rashly. Sometimes it ends in a tragedy.

He was never introduced to his girlfriends' families.

Women who went to bars to find sponsors in the mafia. He wasn't interested in that.

Your family can be a real problem...

But for now, I don't want to think about it. But he has to tell you.

"Little diamond..." he muttered the name sweetly. "I want to finally stop hiding with you."

You moved your head away from his chest to look at him. He was serious.

"Why?" you asked.

"I just want." He smiled gently at you.

"You know that..." you looked away for a moment before you looked at him again.

"I know. But... It doesn't matter if it's going to be bad or good." he said, touching the ends of your hair.

You didn't know any more.

This whole evening passed you very quickly, it was also quiet. Like never before. You didn't laugh the way you did every time. You didn't talk. Now you were just softly hugging each other. Nothing more. Just something like that.

You ate home dinner together, watched a movie hugging each other.

Pleasant but such a quiet evening. Not like usual. Much calmer now...

When it was time for you to go home, you didn't expect no Satoru driver to come for you.

He himself was supposed to drive you home.

You took a shower and dressed yourself appropriately. You were wearing what you were wearing so as not to arouse suspicion, and he was wearing a black shirt, rolled up to the elbows, revealing a tattoo on the forearm, and black jeans. Characteristic black glasses on the nose. The earrings reflected the light a little and drew attention to it.

He always looked so handsome. Even dangerously. You smiled involuntarily at the very thought.

You went to the garages. He chose the dark blue car and you got in without hesitating.

From the outside as well as from the inside, this car cried out that it cost millions.

You don't want anyone to think that Satoru is your sugar daddy. He is only 3 years older. This is love, not a relationship like that. Not for money. Money is just a bonus...

The humming of the engine snapped you out of your thoughts.

You are on your way.

As always, the ride with Satoru was rough. Drive quickly through every street. Sometimes you are glad that he has seat belts in the car. And it also comforts you that he has a driving license and knows how to drive very well. No matter what it drives.

"Satoru..." You spoke when you were not far from home.

He slowed down a bit so you wouldn't get there so quickly.

"What's going on?" he asked, staring at you out of the corner of his eye before his eyes returned to the road.

"Sorry. That this evening had to be so quiet. I just don't know if I'm ready for this." You muttered.

" It's okay. We can do it another time. But the sooner you have, the fewer secrets you have, and the easier it is to hide other things." things He took his hand off the gearshift and placed it on your thigh.

"What do you mean?" you asked as you put your hand on his.

"Just. It is better to hide fewer things than more. I know something about this. Not that it has anything to do with you. Most of him, at least. I thought it would be better to show your family. If they react badly, we have life anyway. You don't have to worry that something bad will happen. Or worse than that. "

For a moment you wondered what to say.

"You know... We can show them it." you muttered clenching your hands on his. He turned his hand to hold your hand. Show you his unwavering support in her case. He will help you. You know it.

With a smile on your face, you got out of the car with him when you arrived.

Like any curious person, your mother was already at the window looking to see who had come.

When she saw that it was you, she ran to the door and quickly opened it.

"(y/n)! Do you know what time is it ?! How can you be home so lat–e??" She broke her scream for a moment when she saw that someone else was approaching you from the other side. Tall man.

You both came a little closer to the light so that you could be seen better in the dark.

"(y/n) who is this?" she asked.

"This is my boyfriend." you said while trying to fake enthusiasm.

After all, you don't know how exactly they will react.

The important question is whether they will accept it or not.

"Gojo Satoru." He spoke, shifting himself with a pleasant smile.

You saw your mother looking down and down at him.

She looked at his clothes and in general. But she saw tattoos and earrings, and immediately began to look at him weird. Additionally, sunglasses when it is dark.

And Satoru just had more sensitive eyesight than the others. That's how he was born...

Then you heard her whisper something later.

"Gojo...? Gojo?!" she cried out suddenly, eyes wide before she grabbed your hand and pulled you toward her. She pulled you away from him.

"Mom?" you groaned. You don't know what happened.

"Goddamn mafia! Damn yakuza! Go away! We don't want trouble! I will do nothing, just get out of here!" she screamed.

You looked at Satoru. Completely unfazed by what she said.

You could have guessed they would know the name. After all, the name Gojo is known in Japan and beyond. His father covered this name with admiration as well as fear. But Satoru also contributed to it.

You saw him fold his arms over his chest.

"Don't insult me by assigning me a yakuza. We are on a completely different level." he said seriously.

I guess there is no point in trying to be cute.

"How could you go out with someone like that?!" your mother shouted at you. "You are losing my trust. Go to the room! You are prohibited from leaving the house, especially meeting someone like him! You know it is very dangerous! You can not do this like that!"

She was pulled you towards the house, genuinely causing you pain.

Satoru wanted to come over and help you break free from your mother's surprisingly very tight and painful embrace, but she started screaming.

"Don't come close to us! What do you want?! Money?! I'll give you what I have, but leave our family alone! Go harass someone else!"

He didn't care what she said and grabbed you, tearing you out of her grip.

Terrified, she pulled away and tears filled her eyes.

"Please, go away from my daughter! We'll be gone from your life, but leave her alone!"

He grabbed you gently and pulled you to his chest.

"She is innocent! There was nothing she could do! Just let her go home and we will disappear! We want a quiet life, not problems or mafia ties! Don't get too close to her!"

He did not say anything. He just stared at the woman before his eyes fell on your head, and gently stroked your hair.

"Stop it at last." you spoke clearly to her, but didn't raise your voice.

"Shut up! Only I know what will be good for you! You have no right to go out with someone as dangerous as him!"

You felt your boyfriend's hand tighten on your shoulder.

She could scream at him, but he couldn't. Not like that.

Somehow you have to calm the situation down before something happens.

"You don't know what's good for me. And there is no option that I will listen to you. Satoru is more to me and you can't change that. If you don't want to accept us, just disappear. Disappear so as not to have any problems. Just like you said. Get out. But I don't want to see you again. Just like you, you'll never see me again." you said and your voice was between screaming and speaking normally.

With the last word, you turned around, and you both went to the car.

"You can't survive this! Such a relationship cannot be real! You'll both end up in hell! You're just a whore for these criminals!"

"I can't believe she said that..." you groaned with tears running down your cheeks.

"It's okay. Sorry to talk you out. " Satoru walked over to you and handed you a handkerchief.

Later he knelt in front of you as you sat in an armchair in the large living room. He put one hand on your knee.

"It's not your fault... I always knew he wouldn't accept it, but I tried nonetheless. This did not make sense. I'm sorry you had to listen to her insult you..."

"baby, it's okay. But... I know some advantages in this."

"Me too."

"We can always meet. Nobody will order you, and you will also not have a curfew." he laughed.

"I know. And that's just fine. Only that–" You broke off when you heard another message coming to you.

You've been hearing messages from your mother for an hour.

„You are to go home immediately. I don't care what you think, it's dangerous.”

„This is your last chance. If you don't come back by midnight I assure you it's over.”

„You thought I could accept your relationship with such a monster? Think carefully. It is dangerous.”

„I would never accept someone who lives this way. No matter what you think, he's a goddamn criminal. There are so many young men around and you choose someone like that. How dare you.”

„Leave him alone and come home if you care about your parents. You can't live like this.”

Time is 00:13.

„You are no longer my daughter. Don't you ever come to my house again.”

You showed Satoru message.

He looked at the screen. He growled softly.

"You know you have a home?" he said with a small smile. "I do not have the whole big house at my disposal to live here alone. Besides, this was your home from the beginning."

"...Thank you." You gave him the kindest smile you could.

Suddenly your phone started ringing. It's a mother again.

She won't leave you alone until you pick up.

"I can?" he asked reaching for the phone.

You don't want to hear her voice. And Satoru can sort it out quickly.

You handed him the phone.

As he got up, he kissed your lips and then went to another room.

Before he closed the door and disappeared into the dark room, he saw his mother and father enter the house.

Best timing... he rolled his eyes.

Your phone has stopped ringing.

"Go to her. She's in the living room. I have to do something." to arrange, he said to his parents.

Your phone rang again. He closed the door to the room and answered.

You saw two people come into the living room.

"Oh my God, (y/n)! Honey, what happened?" Satoru's mother ran up to you and quickly stroked your head.

Only then did you look at them.

"Mrs. Gojo." you groaned wanting to smile but too late for that. They've seen you that way already.

They both cared deeply for their family. Also about you. It doesn't matter that Mr. Gojo was a ruthless mafia boss. He was so soft and caring to you. Same as Satoru.

"Satoru did something to you?" she asked.

"...It's not Satoru. It's fine." you said and looked into her blue eyes. The old woman looked really worried.

"Honey, how can I help you?"

"It's really nothing..."

Saying the last word, you started crying again.

"I'll bring you some water." Mr. Gojo said and walked away.

Satoru's mother pulled her coat off by throwing it, and led you to the other couch to sit down there.

"You can tell me. That you would be relieved. After all, you can consider me your mother, right?"

At these words you wanted to cry even more.

You don't have your parents anymore, but they...

They are like family to you...

"Hello? You've already missed your chance. Now you can only come for your things and never come back again. There is no place in our family for people like you."

"There is no place for me or (y/n)?" Satoru asked in a calm and serious voice.

"You–"

"Who else were you expecting? (y/n) doesn't want to know you."

"Unimportant. I do not care. Take her things and never show yourselves to me again." she said firmly. "Or otherwise–"

He interrupted her.

"Or what? You're sending the mafia on me? Oh no, I forgot that we are the mafia. The police won't work for anything either. They have tried many times. Your stupid ideas will lead you to not survive on your own."

"... Are you threatening me?! How dare you threaten me?!" she screamed.

"You could say. And how dare can I threaten you? Because I am the kind of person you have no chance of destroying my life. I can destroy you from the outside or from the inside. So don't get in my way."

He knew the sound of fear. And now he heard it exactly. Your mother hung up right away. Out of fear.

He lowered the phone and clicked several times, blocking and deleting the number.

Your mother and father.

"Send someone?" he heard his father's voice behind him.

He turned you sideways to him and looked at the serious face of the old man.

Later he replied.

"No. We have them in our hands anyway."

With these words, they both wanted to leave the room. But Satoru stopped him.

"You didn't give Suguru anything to do today, did you?" He asked.

"How could I tire him. He always does what he has to do. I couldn't." he replied.

"So maybe he'll go with (y / n) for her stuff." he said and pulled out his phone dialing the number.

"You can not?" his father asked.

"I need to do something else." He put the phone to his ear.

Mr. Gojo figured out what he might be talking about.

"Do you want to do it now? " he asked seriously.

"I will not wait any longer. I will do absolutely anything for her... Hi, Suguru. You have time now?... That's great. Could you go somewhere with (y / n)? Moment... In 15 minutes, okay. See you later."

You were completely unexpected to see Suguru.

First Satoru's parents, now Suguru. Who else can come? The entire mafia is still missing...

But Satoru's parents must go. They wanted to take you to a prom with the others, but it really wasn't a good time.

They went despite saying they will stay with you. Everyone kept telling them that they had to go. And we managed to get rid of them...

You were just looking at your friend. As always, dressed in dark clothes. Black pants and a short-sleeved shirt that hugs the muscles. This is paired with black hair tied up in a half bun and black earrings. And also with tattoos on the neck, which are also visible on the chest, and on the hands.

"(y/n), you will go with Suguru to get your things. I have to do something. Plus, I doubt your mother would like to see me now. She would have picked up the knife sooner." He said. No joke could go wrong...

"Okay..." you muttered wiping the last tears.

You went outside with Suguru and got into his car. A tall, almost huge car. Not what Satoru rides. Perhaps because Suguru often travels to other areas. Even in the woods. He likes it to take a break from people.

He waved his hand to the guard at the gate and left.

"Are you okay?" he asked in that calm voice. There was always some relief to talk to him.

"Yes..." You muttered.

"Satoru told me this is a difficult situation with your parents. So I know what's going on. You don't have to hold back. Say what you want. I will hear you. I'm used to it. After all, that's what friends are for."

You have someone besides your parents.

They are all like family to you. Now you know it.

"Suguru, Could you, you know... Don't be so gentle?" you asked as you got out of the car next to the house.

"What?" he asked as he closed the door.

"You probably know... That you have a more intimidating aura than anyone else, and that you also look terrible to people who don't know you... Could you please not be nice the moment we enter the house? So that my parents do not come closer."

He laughed.

"If that's what you want. But I won't be mean to you. Neither do I have a gun. So you don't have any suspicions." He said smiling before you started walking to the door.

He grew serious then, but he wanted to laugh.

He walked first and brutally opened the door.

A snort of laughter almost escaped his throat as he heard your father's short scream, but he held back.

He moved out of the way for you to go to your room.

When my mother saw you walking, she spoke immediately.

"Take your stuff and go–"

Suddenly she broke off as she saw Suguru following you.

As always, anyone who sees him serious is afraid.

A muscular man much taller than anyone else. Dressed in black. Tattoos and earrings...

But you guys wanted to laugh. You tried to hold on as long as possible.

You walked into the room and picked up all the things you wanted to then go out as you came in and get in the car.

You drove away laughing at all their reactions.

Something like that might cheer you up.

Suguru can do it.

"Satoru, where are we going? " you asked without knowing the area you are in.

Satoru was driving, and you could only watch.

Yesterday was a nightmare, but today is much better. Besides, your parents are away. Right away. They flew to the United States.

You want to stay home with Satoru.

But that evening Satoru said he wanted to go somewhere.

He dressed in a way that made him look very good-looking, but you had no idea where you were going.

You saw the city from a distance, but you were somewhere else.

Maybe a port?

After all, you saw the water on one side.

Tokyo has access to the sea after all, but you've never been on this side.

Probably Satoru didn't come to drown you...

What did he bring you here for?

The car stopped. The engine was shut down.

Besides, this car was a little different. He looked more like this Suguru's, however a bit smaller and completely different. A new car? Or maybe you just don't know about it?

"Satoru?" You spoke again.

Suddenly the window next to the passenger seat was closed. You widened your eyes.

"Satoru...?" you called his name again. Why didn't he speak?

Why did he close the window?

And why is it so deadly serious?

You looked at him almost afraid of what he might do.

"Why did you close the window? Why don't you answer me?"

He can't kill you, he can't...

You saw how he smiled slightly. So he's teasing you again.

"Sorry sorry... I just have to make sure no one hears. You know, this place is forbidden from entering."

He looked at you with a smile. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was propping up his cheek.

"They won't hear?" You looked at him almost terrified.

"Do not be afraid. Nothing will happen to you." he muttered on with that sweet smile. "You don't think I could hurt you..."

That was why you were not afraid. You were scared because you don't know what's going on. And Satoru has never been so mysterious to you.

"It's alright. Really. Breathe easy."

You obeyed him and calmed your breathing.

Suddenly he reached for something in his jacket.

"You know I love you, don't you?" He asked before showing it to you completely.

"...Yes."

You watched with great attention as he pulled something out.

He handed you a tiny box quickly.

"What is this?" you asked.

"What do you think? I could give you diamonds and everything you would like the most. A house, a car, all the money. However, I chose just this, hoping it will make you happy. Even after those moments."

Now you understand.

"Yesterday you went for it? "

"...Yes..." He muttered softly and turned his head towards the dark harbor outside the window. You know he was looking at something you can't see.

You slowly opened the little box.

Inside was a gold diamond ring.

You widened your eyes at the sight.

"Satoru? What is this?"

"Ring." he simply replied.

"But for what?"

"It depends on how you interpret it." his face was expressionless. You don't know what he means. Why? "You want my love and be with me?" He asked.

You nodded.

You don't know how to think.

"So what do you think? Why else would I give you a ring?" he turned to you with a slight smile. "I've been waiting for the right moment, but with this I want to console you as well. So... Yes? No?"

Did he really propose to you at this point?...?

In this way?

In a place like this?

He never said anything directly to you. And this... What he did now shattered the boundaries of it.

You knew he was waiting for your answer.

Instead of answering, you jumped at him and pressed your lips together.

"I know that means yes." he muttered pulling you to him.

Even such a situation made you start mating in these clothes.

Satoru's beautiful and elegant clothes went to shit... Literally...

His jacket and gloves were thrown over the front seat as you made your way to the back seats in a large car.

Glasses put away elsewhere, tie very loose, shirt half open. Not to mention the unbuttoned pants you left, including his underwear.

Only to sit in a light blue T-shirt without underwear or pants on his lap.

With a hard cock already rubbing against your wet folds as you kissed.

If he came here because he planned it, you thank his plans.

You want it fast. You want it to fill you up.

You parted your lips, already longingly looking at his pink soft lips at yours.

You lifted your hips a little bit between your two bodies and grabbed his big cock.

You gave him a few push-ups and your hand glided very well on him thanks to your slippery on him.

He grabbed your hips bringing you a little closer towards him, and helped you lift your hips even more so you could direct his cock towards your hole.

He stopped helping you when he felt himself sinking deep within you.

More and more you sat on his dick, arching your back you moaned softly.

You stopped for a moment, and even slightly backed away when its tip hit the nerve bundle.

You're lucky the car is taller and you didn't hit the roof. It would be painful. He really planned it.

By placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip, you are now sitting completely on his penis.

Unable to do it properly up and down without his help, you leaned back a little and began to move your hips back and forth.

His cock was barely slipping away, but you give him pleasure as much as you please yourself. Your body was flexed, so with each movement its length changed position. As you stepped back, you felt it hit harder, moving your nerves, and as you pushed forward, its tip was unbearably plaguing your G-spot.

He pulled up your shirt and made you hold the fabric in your teeth as he lifted your bra up to make your tits pop out. They jumped out. He did so to see them move. He quickly bent down and cupped one nipple with his mouth.

Such an unbearable pleasure, but it made you want to cum with the combination of a brief but intense massage of the clitoris.

His thumb made fast circles when your hips didn't move as smoothly anymore. You did it a little faster and irregularly. However, it was his sudden forward thrust with your hips that made you cum.

Plus it was embarrassingly fast. Not as always. Often you held out longer. Even if just a little more, still more. While he, hard as rock, throbbed within you, begging you to throw him off. But you can't be in that position anymore. You can apologize to him, but you don't have the strength to do so.

You pushed his face away from your chest and rested your head on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You will help?" you asked out of breath.

He grasped your buttocks with both hands and lifted you up and down, supporting your tired and quivering muscles.

It made you ride during your orgasm. His cock was breaking through your walls like an icebreaker through the ice. As if it was no obstacle for him.

"I am also close..." he groaned.

Your sex never ended quickly. But you don't know if it ends like this now, maybe because of the endorphins...

No. Happiness hormones do not affect Satoru's endurance.

You were just horny and wanted to come as fast as possible.

Jumping on his thighs was difficult. More and more difficult with each hit of your hips against his hips. His strength helped here.

Even though the feeling itself was too much.

Suddenly he put his two fingers to your mouth. You started sucking them right away. However, he took them out a moment later when they were covered in your saliva.

You let out a confused groan as he put one of those fingers to your ass, putting one half in it very easily at once.

When you sucked it on so easily, he put another one on until the end.

Now he was fucking you with his fingers in your ass and it made you feel like your orgasm could come again.

His movements were even faster, so there was no doubt what would happen.

You came by tightening on his dick once again and your pussy was trying to milk him and keep him inside you.

From what he felt, he came himself, filling you partially before he quickly pulled you away and gripped his hand tightly on the base.

He pulled his fingers out of your back buttonhole.

"I want to fill your sweet ass." he groaned with his only eye closed and his jaw clenched.

Without much thought, you shifted a bit and grabbed his cock.

As he held his base to keep from spilling his sperm, you grabbed him next to the tip.

You put it in your hole, and slowly began to fall on it. It's only possible because he had stretched you a little more with his fingers before, and also because his cock was wet. From your juices as well as a little bit of his own sperm.

You closed your eyes because of what you felt. You'll never get used to anal... Especially with his size.

He let go of his cock and pushed it several times without warning, sending a few jolts down your spine. He started cuming inside your ass, filling you with warm cum just like he filled your pussy.

When he was done, he rolled you over and gently placed you on your back. You were lying on the seats as he slowly began to pull his dick out of you. He put his jacket under you because he didn't want to dirty the upholstery even more than it already is. Unfortunately, not only he uses this car...

"I love you." you groaned smiling a little.

"I love you." he replied. Still half naked, he grabbed the ring he bought you and put it on your finger. "You are my little diamond. Welcome to the Gojo family, dear."

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Mafia Omegaverse

!!Warning!! This one is undoubtedly MDNI. This fic contains, nudity, sex, masturbation, and dark stuff from the mafia world.

It’s the year of 3xxx, the world population has thinned a lot. Thus, as if to prevent its destruction, humanity evolved and developed a mechanism called secondary genders; Alpha, Beta and Omega. There is also a mutated mechanism called soulmate link, which will appear in a human’s chest in the form of a tattooed broken chain as soon as they were born. They are people who were born with a pre-destined soulmate.

Soulmate link activates upon meeting their soulmate, the tattoo will form a chain (visible to soulmates only) that linked them together and then transformed into another unique form exclusive to the said soulmates, and then being absorbed back into their body without any trace remaining.

The ideal couple is one of the said couples should be Omega, due to the nature of Omega being more fertile than other secondary genders. This made the female population evolve being widely Omega with the ratio 1:2:7; Alpha to Beta to Omega. While the male population is 3:6:1; the ratio of Alpha to Beta to Omega. And yep, as you have guessed, male Omega can be impregnated but the chance of it happening is lower than females in any secondary gender.

Having developed secondary genders, humans also developed another organ called the scent gland. Just like its name implied, it exudes scent or pheromone that attracts the opposite sex or marks their territories. And another mechanism called Bond Mate Mark. It’s pretty clear what it does. It’s a mark that is to be given to your spouse or soulmate. Bond Mate Marks differ for every people, which means everyone has their own Bond Mate Mark. But for people with a soulmate link, the Bond Mate Mark will take shape of the transformed soulmate link.

As for the fertile period, human females evolved enough not to have menstruation every month anymore, instead, they will go into heat once every 3 months for a duration of 3 days. As for the human males will go into a rut, for half a year once for 3 days. They have specific symptoms before going to heat. They were especially clingy and couldn’t be left alone. They need the smell of their mate to calm down, and they are feverish and will even refuse to go out. With additional symptoms for males in a rut, they will become more territorial, and will even go feral at the sight of their mate was seen standing with other people.

There is actually one more unofficial subcategory of Omega. It’s called Pure Omega. This subcategory of Omega is a mutation that very rarely occurred. There is another alias for Pure Omega, which is also dubbed as Queen Bee. Pure Omega is born with a very pleasing pheromone to all secondary genders, thus making Pure Omega can easily charm other people and evoke their protective instinct. Pure Omega is very fertile, even more so than other normal Omega, hence their heat cycle is monthly instead of three months once. ~”~

Recently, the underworld’s evening party is buzzing around with a certain gossip. A certain young mafia boss has finally met his soulmate. A lot of people are curious about what kind of identity the said soulmate has. Unfortunately for them, the said soulmate has been taken to a secure place. Tsuchigumo doesn’t have any intention to show his soulmate yet.

Name: Takikawa Yuriko

Age: 20 years old

Gender: Female

Secondary Gender: Omega

Job: College Student, majoring in History.

Was born in Nagano. The sole daughter of Takikawa Ryoji (Beta) and Kanagawa Wakana(Omega)…

“So, what’s the deal with this woman?” Satoru frowned as he threw the papers to the table, not caring how messy they became.

“She is the hot topic in recent gossip. Apparently, she is the soulmate of Tsuchigumo young boss.” Yae explained.

“Oh? That ice block.” Satoru blinked. “I see. I don’t really care but…” His eyes glinted. “How much money can we make from this?”

“…mmnnhh…” I opened my eyes groggily, waking up from my sleep. “Satoru…” I called.

“Rai-chan? You are awake? Are you hungry?” Satoru fussed.

I make grabby hands while being perfectly cocooned inside a big blanket. I was having a nap inside Satoru’s office. The sofa is big and comfortable enough.

“Come here.” Satoru nestled me in his lap, comforting me with his scent and boy heat. “It’s good?”

“…un…” I nodded and took a deep breath of his calming scent. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Tsuchigumo Akira’s soulmate,” Yae said.

“Tsuchigumo Akira?” I tilted my head. “Ah, Ice Block.” I finally remembered who they are talking about. “Let me see.” I took the paper on the table. “So, how much money can we make?” I smiled after I read her file. ~”~

Takikawa Yuriko is attending the same college as me. She is actually pretty popular, because of the gap between her front and the nature of Omega. Omega usually is soft looking and mostly a peacemaker that would rather compromise than get into a fight. But Takikawa Yuriko will stand her ground even though that means she is going to clash with others. That gap moe is what made her popular. But I have seen her always rejecting confessions from her suitors. I heard from a reliable source that she has a soulmate link, hence her rejection to other people’s confessions.

It has been a week since her sudden disappearance from college. I am not in the same major as her, but words travel fast. And today, they are all in for a surprise, Takikawa Yuriko comes back from her absence. Her glowing appearance, coupled with branded items on her body, instead of the cheap clothing she wore shocked her friends.

“Wow, Ice Block truly went all out.” My lips curled up as I saw her being teased by her friends in cafeteria.

“Well, she is his soulmate,” Yae remarked.

“As long as they don’t interfere with us, I don’t really care if they turned the whole world upside down. I will just watch from the sidelines.” I giggled.

“Are they going to do something?” Maki frowned.

“Just a hunch though,” I replied. “She smells different from the usual Omega.”

“Your hunch is the most terrifying thing,” Megumi added.

“She does smell a little different,” Maki murmured. “But there’s something off with it.”

“By the way, Tsuchigumo is going to host an evening party this week,” I said.

“Oh, he is going to introduce her, isn’t he?” Yuji blinked.

“Yep.” I nodded.

“Oh, he is going to throw her into the wolf den? Talk about being a nice soulmate.” Panda rolled his eyes.

“It’s a double-edged sword indeed. That’s why she can’t show weakness to them.” Toge agreed. The ‘them’ he referred was for the guests who will be attending the banquet.

“And you think she can do it?” Nobara scoffed.

“That’s a good question.” I clapped my hands. “Let’s just watch the show. It’s been so boring lately. I really can use some entertainment.” I laughed. ~”~

Today's theme is black. I wear knee-length black formal dresses with the neck part covered in lace, blurring the Bond Mate Mark and a pair of black heels. The accessory is limited to earrings only, while Satoru wears a black suit, grey striped button-up shirt underneath, teal necktie, black slacks and black shoes. The rest of our family members also wear black for today.

“Hehehe.” I sat on my designated seat in the limousine, which is beside Satoru.

“You are so happy today, Rai-chan.” Satoru quirked his brow as he rested his hand on my waist.

“We are going to watch a play, of course I am excited.” My eyes turned into crescent moons. “It’s been so boring lately at the party. We finally have an interesting play to watch.” I giggled delightfully.

“If Rai-chan is saying something like that, I wonder what kind of interesting play we are going to watch.” Suguru. ~”~

The door of the banquet hall opens, revealing Tsuchigumo’s Ice Block 1 and his brother and right-hand man, Tsuchigumo Hikaru, who we dubbed Ice Block 2. Those two are wearing white collarless suits escorting Takikawa Yuriko, who is wearing a floor-length white dress. The most important thing to note is the Bond Mate Marks that decorate her bare neck. Yes, marks not mark. One of her marks is identical to the one on Tsuchigumo’s neck, but the other one is in a different shape. This phenomenon causes the whole hall to gasp in surprise because it’s certain that the other mark is from Ice Block 2.

“Hoho, this is just an opening, yet it’s already interesting.” I took a sip of my grape juice.

“I see. Truly interesting.” Suguru nodded in agreement. Just in one week, she can charm Ice Block 2, or maybe the brothers share the same taste?

“But Rai-chan is waaayyy superior,” Satoru whispered as he pulled me closer. He didn’t even spare a glance at her. In his eyes, there’s only me.

“Of course. I am going to get angry if you think otherwise.” I giggled, pecking him on the cheek.

“Today, I will introduce you to our soulmate, Takikwa Yuriko…” Ice Block 1 began his speech, which I tuned out. I’d rather spend my time looking at Satoru.

Then, after the speech, we are free to enjoy the party. Well, as usual, we are surrounded by the usual business partners. While Takikawa Yuriko is mingling with (being probed by) female guests. If you look carefully, they are all still young girls around her age. Some might genuinely want to befriend her, but most of them don’t. They are trying their luck to see whether they can catch the eyes of her partners. Even if they have given their Bond Mate Marks to their soulmate or spouse, it’s not like they can’t have a mistress or a fling. Who knows, they might even become the official wife. It’s not like there is no drug in black market that can’t break a Bond Mate Mark.

Yep, such a drug does exist, but it’s not without the side effect of course. Forcefully breaking the Bond Mate Mark can cause the parties involved in a state of agonizing pain. So painful that you will wish for death. And the second time you give a Bond Mate Mark to another person, instead of pleasure you will be in a hell of a pain. There is one thing to be noted that this only works for someone without soulmate link.

A person born with a soulmate link can only give their mark once to their soulmate. If it was broken, then part of their soul will also be broken, and they will most likely end up in a vegetative state for the rest of their lives, that is if they are lucky. If you are unlucky, then you will die.

As to why no one is approaching Suguru or Satoru or any other males from our family… It's because they are scared of me. There was a time, the first and the last time they dared covet my soulmate, even went as far as touching Satoru even though there was already an identical Bond Mate Marks full in display on our neck along with shiny rings in our ring fingers. Of course, the end result was very pretty. I literally stripped the aforementioned Omega naked in the party hall and slapped (read. stomped) her with my heels, all the while exuding the scent of an Alpha. Yes, I am a Female Alpha. Female Alpha is really rare, but we don’t know why there are a lot of them in our clans. Yae, Nobara, Maki, Mei-san… almost all of the prominent figures in our clans are female Alpha.

So, they learnt their lesson from that one time and stayed far away from us. Even though some of them are really reluctant to let go of Satoru (male and female alike). I make sure to engrave that fear into them. So, nobody will try to push their pathetic luck. It’s also for their own good, you know. Because if there is a next time, I don’t know what kind of chaos I will cause. I still remember that feeling of Satoru who was looking at me like I am the most beautiful creature in the world. Fufufu, that feeling was pretty addicting. I don’t mind doing it again to savour that kind of feeling.

I don’t know whether this is the effect of soulmate link or whatever. Neither I nor Satoru really care about that anymore. The thing is, as long as we are happily in each other's arms, safe inside our own world, whatever happens outside, we have zero interest.

That aside, I am very amicable to everyone and anyone who didn’t have ulterior motives regarding my soulmate or my family for that matter. In fact, a lot of older females in any secondary gender are happily mingling along with us, the girls. I am also willing to entertain them.

“So, Raika-chan, do you pick up a new hobby?” Auntie A asked.

“Well…”

“She is picking embroidery,” Yae answered for me.

“Oh my, that’s a nice hobby.”

“Except she sucks at it.” Maki grinned.

“Maki~~~~” I pouted, eliciting laughter from aunties.

“It’s fine. The more you do it, the easier it will be.” Auntie C laughed.

“Ehhh~~~~”

“Let’s hope her interest will last long enough until that happens,” Nobara added.

“Nobara, you meanie.” I sulked.

“Don’t sulk. Auntie will teach you some tips later.” Auntie B giggled at my pouting face.

“Really? Auntie, you are not lying, right?”

“Of course, silly. I wish my daughter would quickly give me a granddaughter.” She sighed. She isn’t jabbing her daughter. Because for some reason, the birth rate of females is pretty low.

“Don’t worry, Auntie, Yuina-san will definitely give you a beautiful granddaughter. Be a little more patient.”

“Oh my, I didn’t mean to jeer at her, it’s just…”

“We know, Auntie. Yuina-san also knew that. Because she is trying very hard for you too.” We smiled.

“Yes. That’s right. I should be supporting her. I did get cute grandsons after all. Those rascals are making the house livelier than ever.” She nodded.

“Mother.” Yuina-san came to us while holding hands with her two sons.

“Good evening, Yuina-san.” We greeted her.

“Good evening.” She smiled. “What are you guys talking about?”

“About how Raika sucks at embroidery,” Nobara said.

“Fufufu, you are picking up a new hobby now?” Yuina-san giggled.

“It’s Raika-neesan.” Two kids latched into me.

“Slow down, you don’t want to get Satoru’s bad side.” Rika giggled.

“He’s watching.” Maki pointed out. Cue our sight shift to him, the said man is glaring at the kids.

“Sorry, kids. Satoru is a pretty jealous man.” I giggled as I patted their head.

“It’s not pretty. He is a jealous man.” Nobara rolled his eyes.

“Anything concerning Raika, that is.”

“Well, if I have a soulmate like Raika-neesan, I will be pretty jealous too if someone latches on to her.” Kid A said.

“Hah! At least you got that right, brat.” I heard Satoru answering him.

“Gojo heir is still as protective as usual.” Aunties and Yuina-san sweatdropped.

“By the way, Raika-chan, I heard you go to the same school as Tsuchigumo’s soulmate. What kind of a girl is she?” Auntie D whispered.

“Hm… We don’t share the same major so, I don’t really see her that much. She is pretty famous. I heard she is pretty strong-willed for an Omega. It’s not a bad thing though. It’s a necessity that she can stand her ground. Especially if she is going to be part of the underworld.” I said.

Aunties and Yuina-san understood what I meant. At the very least, the Omega population in the underworld can set a boundary. Not to let themselves be swayed here and there. This is especially true for young Omega. They are easily swayed by Alphas or Betas’ pheromones. Thus, incident like ‘how dare you covet my thing’ is what will happen.

There is no law against having polygamous relationships, so technically it’s allowed to have one. But still, it’s morally questionable. Most people will condemn such vulgar conduct, especially trying to have an affair with other people’s soulmate, unless all the parties involved have consented, that will be a different story.

That’s why there are still some imbeciles that tried to at least become a spare part or a hidden mistress or tried to get consent from the parties involved. That’s what they tried to do with my Satoru and the result was very satisfying to me. It was very worth it to have my instinct take over. Now, nobody is stupid enough to cross the line.

I can see from here that Ice Block 1 and 2 along with their soulmate are approaching Satoru and Suguru.

“Then, I am going to greet the hosts.” I smiled at aunties.

“Okay, you go ahead.” They smiled. Yae and I then walked back to where our respective partners were.

“Good evening.” I greeted as Satoru's hand wrapped around my shoulder pulling me closer.

“Do you have fun?” Satoru asked.

“Yep.” I nodded, smiling.

“Good evening, Sawada Princess.” They greeted in return. Their soulmate is very surprised to see me here.

“You…Sawada-san…?” Her eyes went round as she gaped at me.

“It was nice doing business with you.” I smiled deeply, referring to the information I sold. Of course, we sold it back to Tsuchigumo, reaping around 300 million yen, easy money.

“Why is Sawada-san here?” She looked at me and then her soulmates.

“Oya? I am the guest they invited. Of course I will be here. Should I not come?” I tilted my head.

“T-that's not what I mean.” She shook her head.

“Is that so? I mean, if you are truly uncomfortable with me participating in this party, I will make sure not to come to the next invitation.” I smiled.

“Good idea. I will have much more quality time to spend with you, Rai-chan.” Satoru wholeheartedly agreed with this idea.

“You know she didn't mean like that, Sawada Princess.” Ice Block 2 made a snide comment.

“Oh?” My voice dropped. “Then what did she mean?

“No really. I was just really surprised, that's all. Truly, I didn't mean anything.” She quickly said.

“Okay then. It's time for us to go home anyway. Good evening.” I smiled and walked away with Satoru, hand in hand. ~”~

The next day, Takikawa Yuriko is the one coming to us. “Ano, Sawada-san.” She called.

“Yes? Is there anything I can help, Takikawa-san?” I smiled politely.

“Ah, no. You see, I just want to apologize to you. It was rude of me to say that yesterday even though I didn't mean anything bad.” She bowed clumsily.

“Oh, as long as you know. I hope you won't repeat that anymore.” I said.

“I will.” She nodded her head quickly.

“It's not like I want to antagonize you with a small mistake. But this serves well as advice. If you are going to get involved with your soulmates' world. It will do best if you reign your emotions in.” I smiled.

“...I will remember it.” She gulped.

“Good luck. I will be cheering on your love.” I smiled dazzlingly.

“Thank you, Sawada-san.” She smiled. “Then, excuse me.” She bowed and went back to her circle of friends. They were pestering her because they were curious about what we talked about. ~”~

When our classes are over, of course Satoru is picking us home. Ice Block 1 and 2 apparently have the same idea as us. They rush to her as soon as she steps out of the building and begin to fuss around her. And yes, it sparks discussion among the students. Even her friends are stunned to see high spec ikemens fuss around their friend.

Satoru is waiting while leaning on the car, playing with his phone. I can bet he is listening to some kind of music that was not so innocent. He basically ignores everything around him, until my scent hits his nose. He blinks rapidly and looks up from his phone, a smile blooming beautifully.

“What are you listening to?” I asked even if I knew the answer.

He smirks mischievously, “Wanna know?”

“No.” I shook my head and his smirk dropped. “I will listen to it at home later.” I giggled.

“Deal.” ~”~

“Satoru…” I moaned while he was busy mapping my whole body with his mouth.

“I know, love. I will make you feel good soon.” My legs are propped on his shoulders. His hot breath fanned my body while moving dangerously close to that one place.

And here it is, the numbing pleasure that courses my whole body the moment his tongue flattens itself into my clit, dragging a long delicious lick. The said wet muscle then plunges into the hole, while his thumb pad presses on that little nub.

“...hnnn…”

Obscene sounds of slurping and sucking echo in the bedroom, along with my encouragement in the form of moaning. This is the true form of the music he listened to earlier.

My hand buries itself into his white tresses, pushing him deeper while my thighs are wrapping themselves around his neck, again pulling him closer. Soon, the tight knot in my stomach comes undone as I reach euphoria. I slowly relax my hold on him.

“So cute.” Satoru cooed as he looked at me sprawled on the bed, naked with only his white button-up shirt that wasn't buttoned at all. The sweat makes it cling to me like a second skin.

“Satoru.” I gave him a teary-eyed pout while holding my hands up.

“Huhuhu. My love is just so adorable like this.” He happily sat me down on his lap, aligning his member so it would enter my awaiting drooling hole.

“You really like this position.” He chuckled as we both moaned from the long-awaited contact. “Still as tight as ever.” He breathed out.

“I can see you better like this.” I pushed his matted hair up. I can feel his member fit snugly inside as I lean in for a kiss.

“Should I do it rough?”

“Mm…” I nodded. “I like it when you go feral on me. Will you do it?” I pecked him on the lips.

“As long as it's your wish, Rai-chan.” He smiled. “Stick your tongue out for me, yeah.”

As soon as I did as I was told. I was pulled into another dizzying kiss, while his hands were bouncing me up and down.

I like it when I am filled with his seeds. It's a very calming feeling, almost therapeutic. We decided we are still too young for children so I took the birth control pill. Satoru and I are still in the phase of not wanting to divide our attention elsewhere.

“Rai-chan, how can you be so sexy?” Satoru groaned. “Even more so after being filled with my seeds.”

“Because I am your Rai-chan.” I giggled. “Of course I have to be sexy for you.”

“You make me want to lock you up somewhere else. There shouldn't be any people who are allowed to see you.” Satoru sighed.

“Eh? If you lock me up, then I can't follow you anywhere. So no, you are not allowed to leave my side. I won't allow it.” I puffed my cheek.

“My bad, Rai-chan. I didn't think that. Don’t get angry.” He kissed my forehead, appeasing me. “Let's get you cleaned up, yeah.”

“You wash me. I am tired.”

“Of course of course.” Satoru nodded and he did meticulously wash my whole body inside out. ~”~

The moment I woke up the next day, my whole body is feverish and I feel my pussy aching to be stuffed full. It's sticky and wet. “Satoru,” I whined, straddling the said sleeping male, and without waiting for him, I just used his body as I please to please myself.

Satoru opened his eyes lazily, the half-lidded eyes clouded by sleep and lust, they were such a beautiful hue. His hands shot up onto my hip, helping with the rhythm. “Rai-chan, you are so cute when you are needy.” He cooed. He knows my heat cycle is here. And his eyes brightened at the prospect of mating with me for 3 days without interruption. “I will love you a lot.” He went feral. ~”~

After 3 days of my absence, Yae told me a very interesting event that has happened.

“Onigumo heir mated with Takikawa Yuriko.”

“Onigumo? Who is he again?” I tilted my head. “Ah, that ore-sama brat?” I blinked. “Onigumo and Tsuchigumo. Is she a Jorogumo?” I giggled, amused.

“You know what? That’s not far from the truth.” Maki said.

“Rai-chan’s words back then served as a hint. So, we decided to re-investigate Takikawa Yuriko.” Yae said.

“The result?” Panda asked.

“The result is, she is a Pure Omega,” Yae said.

“That troublesome mutated version Omega. I should have known.” Maki sighed.

“So, she is going to make her own harem, I see. The underworld will be in for a storm.” Panda uttered.

“As long as we are safe on the sidelines, let them wreak havoc as much as they want,” I replied. ~”~

Takikawa Yuriko is still a hot topic in the underworld. She has captured 3 well-known figures in a span of 2 months. This is a feat that no ordinary person can do. Most people are starting to re-investigate her, but all of her information has been destroyed by her soulmates. ‘How much money we can make if we sell that?’ I smiled while sipping my grape juice. ‘Should I auction it? That way, I can make a lot of money.’

Today Satoru and I are wearing much lighter colours, light blue. Since today my dress didn’t cover up my neck, it’s showing my mark. While Satoru’s is covered up by the shirt’s collar, because I don’t like showing his neck to other people, except for that one time, the announcement of us being soulmates. That time, Satoru wore his suit messily, showing off the mark. Besides, all of the people have known that Satoru is off-limit unless there is an idiot who thought otherwise.

At tonight’s banquet, Takikawa Yuriko is being escorted by three people now, also showing off her new mark, on the collarbone. She is glowing with confidence and also gains more confidence. It can be seen from how she mingles with other young ladies.

“It's a pity that her new mate is that Onigumo heir.” Rika lamented.

“It's her choice. It can't be helped.” Yuta smiled wryly.

“Our princess just wants to watch an interesting drama anyway.” Mei-san smiled while sipping champagne.

Satoru is busy feeding me delicious food. “Satoru, I want macaron.”

“Okay, I will go pick some.” He pressed a kiss on my cheek and went to get some.

“Good evening, Sawada-san.” Takikawa Yuriko smiled as she greeted me.

“Good evening, Takikawa-san. Congratulations on meeting your new mate.” I smiled politely.

“Thank you.” She blushed, but still thanked me happily. “Thanks to your advice, my soulmates praised me for doing a good job.” She said.

“Oh, that's good to hear,” I replied.

“Well well, if it isn't Sawada Princess. It's rare to see you alone without your soulmate. Did he finally dump you?” Onigumo heir mocked. My family are glaring at him now.

“…who are you?” I swirled my wine glass.

“You!”

“He is that Onigumo heir, Capo,” Rika told me while trying to contain her laughter.

“…???” I tilted my head to the side cutely. “That Onigumo heir? Oh, he looks like this?” I blinked.

“This little-”

“Oya? You are itching to get your bone broken again.” I heard Satoru's voice and a smile bloomed on my lips. “Should I remind you of what happened?” Satoru glared down at him.

“Gojo Satoru.” Onigumo heir ground his teeth.

“Get lost.” Satoru sneered.

“Tsk.” Onigumo then whisked the confused Takikawa away, but not before throwing one last nasty glare which we ignored.

“Waste of space.” Satoru clicked his tongue. “Let's change the place, Rai-chan. It has been contaminated by germs.” He scowled.

“Okay, lead the way.” I nodded. Onigumo Yomi, is a typical overbearing ore-sama type. He always thinks he is the best and deserves the best. Well, everyone deserves the best for them. But this one is leaning towards weird direction. Apparently, he heard about me being the treasured Sawada Princess and of course he thinks he deserved me as his mate.

“The best Alpha like me deserves the best Omega.” He said snobbishly to me.

“???” I blinked and chose not to answer him, and turned my head away from him.

“An Omega like you,” He grabbed my hand roughly, “should have just listened to me like a pretty vase you are.”

I dislike being manhandled, so I delivered a reverse-turning kick to his face. The said kid crashed to the floor beautifully. “If you are an Alpha, you should at least recognize the scent of Alpha.” I looked down at him, mocking him while exuding the scent of Alpha.

“Rai-chan!” Satoru rushed to me while cradling my hand which was grabbed pretty hard, and in the process ‘unintentionally’ stepped on his arm and broke it with a satisfying sound. “Let's get your hand treated. It will be bad if some bad germs infect your pretty hand.” He said.

“Okay.” I nodded.

We were trained not to let our scent leak out too much. Though it was impossible to erase it completely, we can make it so only faint scent is exuded. To prevent being easily tracked by other people.

That was also when the rumour started to spread about us being soulmates. But we didn't clarify the rumour until I graduated high school and was married to Satoru.

After that one incident, he stayed far away from us. Even though he is secretly trying to cause trouble in our territories, his ability is not worth mentioning. ~”~

Takikawa Yuriko is just a normal girl, really an ordinary girl with the memories of her previous life intact. The memories of when Earth still doesn't have secondary genders and no soulmate. When she found out she was born with as Omega, to be exact a Pure Omega, she was confused to say at least.

She knew about secondary genders through stories back then. But never thought that humanity evolved themselves to be like that. One thing she is ecstatic about is having a soulmate. Someone out there is yearning for you, such a romantic notion to her. She is happy to imagine her life will be full of happiness with her soulmate. A partner that will never betray her, that will love her deeply.

The story of her rose-coloured life is when she is 20. She met her soulmate while part-timing as a waitress at a party. She still remembers how her soulmate link suddenly formed a chain to a gorgeous man like him. She was really shocked. She knew he was no ordinary man and was afraid that he won’t recognize her as his soulmate. Fortunately, her fear was not needed. Her soulmate was very gentle with her. He brought her to a more secluded place to talk and then asked her for more of her time to talk after work, which she of course agreed.

At the end of the night, their talk ended with them making love and giving their Bond Mate marks to each other. Just remembering that passionate night made her tingle. After that night in hotel, her soulmate brought her back into his mansion. He declared her as the lady of the mansion on the spot. Her soulmate family which consisted of father, mother and younger brother eagerly welcomed her. As an orphan in this world, she is very grateful for the warmth she received in that family.

Her new family, especially her soulmate doted on her so much that she was a bit taken aback, but quickly adapted to it. How her soulmate younger brother, Tsuchigumo Hikaru became her mate was purely accidental. That day, her soulmate was busy at work, so she stayed at the mansion, recovering from another passionate night. She found her soon-to-be second mate masturbating all the while mentioning her name. His strong Alpha’s pheromone assaulted her and made her dizzy, she soon went into unplanned heat and ran back into her room, hoping for her mate to quickly come home while she tried to ease the heat herself.

Her following days were very awkward because of that and she finally confided to her soulmate about that day. She was deathly afraid that her soulmate would think of her as a cheap woman. To her relief, he did nothing of the sort. Rather, he was asking if she was comfortable enough to have polygamous relationships. She was hit by another culture shock. Her soulmate then explained that he won’t be having a polygamous relationship, instead, it was her. He thought it would be better for her safety to have another mate protecting her, just in case he wasn’t there. Takikawa Yuriko thought about this long and hard before deciding if his younger brother and family is okay with this, then she would accept it. And that was the first night of them having 3P.

The siblings doted on her every day. Her feet didn't even touch the ground. She was satisfied in life and bed. Her body which finally tasted the joy of being loved is also becoming more sensitive. Just a whiff of her soulmates' scent will send her mind reeling, and enter her heat period. When they consulted with the doctor, this was some sort of mutation of her Pure Omega genes. The doctor then prescribed her medicine to restrict her sense of smell to help her since this couldn’t be cured.

Her two soulmates were honest with her that their life is not rainbows and sunshine, because they are mafia bosses of the underworld. This of course came as a shock to her. But she still stayed with them. They were her soulmates, so of course she wanted to share their burden.

She then was brought to attend an evening party. A party that was hosted by her soulmates to introduce her as their soulmate. She was nervous, it was a nerve-wracking experience for her. Not to mention she met someone, no, a whole bunch of people from her college. Sawada Raika, she knew that person attended her college. She was always surrounded by her group of friends who were also attending this party. And the man beside her must be her husband or mate. She saw the shiny rings on their fingers.

After their encounter, her soulmates told her that Sawada Raika was in fact an heiress of Sawada clan, a very well-known mafia with a long history. And that man beside her, Gojo Satoru, who is also a mafia boss, was Sawada-san's soulmate. He was very handsome, especially his eyes. But she knew better than to be jealous of someone's soulmate. Her own soulmates are very handsome too, thank you very much. Unlike her soulmates' wild scent that can make her or any other female or male omega wet with only a whiff (she can see it from how they tightened their thighs together). That guy has no smell. Sure, she ate the smell restriction medicine, but that didn't mean she couldn't smell anything. She could still smell her soulmates and even Sawada-san's smell. She wonders if he was an Omega? In a sense, male Omega's scent is weaker than female Omega, or maybe he was a mutated Omega that didn't develop a scent gland.

Her meeting with her third mate was also an accident. She was truly chilling in her room in her soulmate’s mansion. Then somebody else suddenly enters her room without permission. She was angry at first, but her soon-to-be mate was gentlemanly enough to apologize, even going as far as buying a lot of things to appease her. This naturally satisfied her vanity. Let's face it, no one would hate an ikemen buying things for you.

They met again outside when she was shopping. But her medicine's effect was running out. Strong Alpha and Beta's pheromones assaulted her and her body quivered, she was going into unplanned heat again. She tried to quickly went back home, but her body refused to listen, not to mention she was starting to feel sticky down there. Her third mate saved her from that embarrassing moment. She tried to hold on, but she couldn't do it in the end and jumped on him. She apologized later, but her third mate (whose vanity is swelling) kind-heartedly told her not to mind it.

She talked about this incident with her two soulmates and then they decided to welcome him as her third mate. With another mate in her pond, her sex life is also getting richer and more fun. She was very happy that they got along well and felt really lucky that they accepted her. It’s like the world was made for her, where she could enjoy being a protagonist of a reverse harem story. She was thankful for the God above who reincarnated her in this world. ~”~

It’s the birthday celebration banquet of an allied family, so I have to attend this in Papa and Mama’s place with Satoru of course. Today’s theme is ash grey. A backless knee-length cocktail dress with matching heels and accessories. Satoru is wearing a suit and a pair of slacks of the same colour.

It’s clear that many young adult men are enamoured by Takikawa Yuriko. She is really a nice and modest girl, so most aunties and married couples are amicable with her. As for young ladies they are now busy flattering her. She has become the role model of those young unmated female Omegas. Who knows, with Takikawa Yuriko’s connection they might even end up with a male from a powerful family.

Satoru and I congratulate the boss of Gesso Family who is celebrating his 40th. “Is Satoru-kun is overprotective as ever?”

“He is.”

“I am. You got a problem, old man?”

“Hahaha. You are still as funny as ever.” Byakuran-san laughed. “I see that girl is more popular than me at my own birthday party no less. What a shock.” The expression he wore is different from what he said.

“As long as she didn’t cause a problem within our territories. We won’t care about her, though we do warn our subordinates about her being Pure Omega.” I said.

“Oya? So, she is a Pure Omega.” Byakuran-san smirked.

“I am sure you have already known about this.” I laughed.

“Well, I had a hunch about it. Anyway, it was a good decision on your part. Those brats are still wet behind their ears. As long as the head of their family has a good head above their shoulders, there shouldn’t be any problem.” He narrowed his eyes. “That is if she isn’t the one to cause the said trouble.”

“We hope it won’t come to that. I like watching drama, but I hate to be involved in one.” I smiled.

“Hahaha, that heroic tale of you doing a reverse turning kick to a certain brat has become a legend.” Byakuran-san gave me thumbs up. “And how you disciplined someone in your crowning ceremony was also a legend among legends.”

“Congrats on your birthday.” Takikawa group came to congratulate Byakuran-san.

“Thank you. I am happy that the famous Takikawa Yuriko-san is coming to my humble birthday party.” He smiled.

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine…” Takikawa is flustered.

“Old cot, don’t trouble Yuriko-chan.” Onigumo hissed.

“Oya? I didn’t mean anything like that. I am truly happy that she attends my party. I have heard rumours going around and I can say I am excited to meet her.” Byakuran-san said.

“I don’t know about being famous, but thank you for inviting me.” She bowed.

“You don’t need to bow.” Her soulmates frowned.

“I can’t do that. I should show respect to elder.” Takikawa retorted.

“You can be more proud of yourself and hold your head high.” Onigumo sighed indulgently.

“Rai-chan, should we go to the buffet table now?” Satoru whispered.

“…un…” I nodded.

“Someone should learn to be more humble and modest,” Onigumo said loudly. In an instant, the whole guest quieted down.

“Pfft, yeah. You should learn to be more humble and modest like your mate.” I giggled, but my eyes were clearly looking down on him. “Lest you are getting another reverse turning kick again. But this time, I will break your jaw.” My family snicker at this.

“You!” He shot his hand to grab me, but Satoru has been on standby and quickly twisted his incoming arm, a crisp cracking sound was heard and then a scream of agony.

“Looks like you are really itching to have your bone broken again. so, I did you a favour.” Satoru glowered.

“Yomi-kun.” Takikawa Yuriko rushed to her mate who was on the floor groaning in pain. “Please apologize to Yomi-kun.” She glared at Satoru.

“…”

“Yomi-kun was wrong for being brash. But that doesn’t mean you can just break his arm. Apologize!” She said loudly.

It’s time to see whether her pheromone will affect Satoru or not. Well, all of us already knew the answer though.

“You thought I would yield because you are a female Omega?” Satoru eyes glowered, his alpha pheromone leaks out to suppress the other who are trying to stop him. Takikawa Yuriko collapsed to her knees from the sheer pressure. “You thought yourself too high. No one is more important to me than Rai-chan.”

“Gojo Satoru.” Tsuchigumo siblings gritted their teeth as they stepped in front of her.

“Are you two going to join too? I don’t mind at all. It’s a nice timing to clean up.” Satoru sneered.

“It’s Onigumo’s fault in the first place. You shouldn’t lash out at Yuriko.” Ice Block 1 said.

“I guess it’s pretty convenient to throw one as a scapegoat when there are a lot of you.” Satoru jeered.

“Yuriko is a very nice girl. It’s understandable that many people like her and want to be her mate.” Ice Block 2 narrowed his eyes. “Unlike your cruel soulmate.” He dissed.

“Oh? That works fine with me. I like to monopolize my soulmate. If there’s even another person outside who dares to spare a glance at her, I will make sure they will be living in hell. I am glad that you don’t understand her charms.” Satoru snorted. “Or else you might not be living anymore.” His voice dropped.

“Sorry, Byakuran-san. Your party is a mess.” I lamented. “I will treat you to a meal later.”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. I am pleased to watch a drama.” He giggled.

“Well then, we should excuse ourselves. I need to disinfect Satoru’s hand or else unknown germs will infect it.” I smiled. “Oh, and,” I turned to Tsuchigumo group. “Let me tell you one thing, I love watching drama, but I absolutely hate being involved in it.” My eyes shone. ~”~

“Rai-chan…” Satoru moaned and shuddered when I pressed a kiss on the Bond Mate Mark.

“Be a good boy, Satoru. I have to disinfect you.” I demanded.

“Yeah, I will be a good boy.” He choked out another moan as I pinched his nipple. “Please, love me a lot, Rai-chan.”

“Of course.” I smiled and pulled him into a deep kiss. I know that face. The face of that woman, Takikawa Yuriko made. It’s the same face as that one Omega. A face of being in heat. She must have entered unplanned heat cycle because of Satoru’s pheromone. Tsk, how dare she covet my thing.

“Rai-chan…”

“Hm?”

“Don’t think about other people,” Satoru whined. “I can’t stand it. You only have to think about me.” He pouted.

“My bad. I will make it up to you, okay?” I giggled.

“Really?”

“Yes. I never break my promise to you.” ~”~

“…nhaa…hnn…ahn…” Her hand furiously stirred her inside. But no matter what she does, she can’t reach her release. Her fingers are not enough, her soulmates' cocks are also not enough. That smell, her breath hitches as she remembered that smell, his smell. The smell of that man, it smells so heavenly. She collapsed not due to terror, but because his scent caused her body to scream, wanting to be claimed by him, that man, Sawada Raika’s soulmate. She wants to be claimed, wants to be marked and wants to be drowned in his scent.

She orgasms as her brain constructs his smell, deluding her to make the smell around her is his. How good it will be to be drowned in his essence. Her body twitches at that prospect. Imagining him to claim her roughly, breed into her, let him have his way with her. Ahhh, what a fantastic thought. See, she came again with just that thought. “Want… I want him… no, I need him to be mine. He is mine… this world is made for me…” Her flushed face stares in a daze. After all, she wished to be born into a reverse harem world in her previous life. She wanted a life where she can enjoy being pampered, having a horde of ikemens at her back and call. And that man, Gojo Satoru is perfect to be in her pond. “Gojo Satoru…” So sweet, she literally could taste him from his name alone. ~”~

Our next meeting, as expected is in another evening party. I have seen she seemed to be snooping around in the school. Sadly, she won’t find anything about me or Satoru from the college.

And here she comes, wearing another white floor-length backless dress, with a high slit on the left side. ‘I see I see. She is going all out to capture Satoru.’ My smile deepened. “Satoru.”

“Yes, Rai-chan?” Satoru eyes softened.

I pull his tie so Satoru bends down. And in perfect timing, as she walks to us with a smile, I kiss Satoru, not a peck, but a full-blown deep, French kiss, without caring who’s watching. I can see her smile froze from the corner of my eyes.

“You are planning a play, Rai-chan?” He whispered.

“Hehehe. I don’t like how she looks at you.” I smiled.

“I don’t like that too, make her go away, Rai-chan. I only want you in my world.”

“That’s what I plan to do. Don’t ever take your eyes off me, okay Satoru?”

“I won’t.” Satoru then kissed my eyelids and smiled.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Takikawa-san?” I finally looked at her while Satoru is fixing my hair and smoothing my dress, there was no time for him to even glance at her.

“No… I was wondering if I could join you in the conversation.” She gave a strained smile.

“No,” I replied. Her smile froze for the second time as if she was not expecting I would refuse her. “Why would you want to join in my and my soulmate's conversation?” I giggled. “I see today you are attending alone. Where are your partners?” I feigned ignorance. Well yeah, of course I knew where they were. They were busy with big trouble, I put the information about Takikawa Yuriko in an auction, so they are in auction to buy the said information. And Onigumo is in hospital.

“Well, you shared some classes in college. I thought it would be better for me to stick with someone I know.” She said.

“Fufufu, is that so? But…” My eyelids lowered. “Why do you keep looking at my soulmate? You are talking to me, no?” My smile deepened.

“No! I didn’t… I wouldn’t dare…” She cast her head down while secretly glancing at Satoru from time to time.

“You don’t need to spread your pheromone, it won’t work on him, even though you are Pure Omega.” My smile vanished.

“Pure Omega?!” Gasps of surprise were heard. Now, they finally realized why they were drawn to her.

“I! I am not!” She took a defensive stance, “I am not spreading my pheromone.” She shook her head.

“You think we can’t smell your repulsive smell?” I rolled my eyes. “Seems like it has been a long time that people have forgotten that I don’t take it well when someone covets my soulmate.” It’s my turn to let her know how dangerous my scent is.

Those Omega who had recognized my scent are starting to tremble, their bodies are remembering the scene and the fear back then. “Do…don’t come near me…” She walked backwards.

“Then, you shouldn’t come to me in the first place,” I replied. “You ate smell restriction medicine, right?”

“What?! How can you!”

“It’s easy to dig information about you.” I rolled my eyes and I took another step forward.

“No… don’t…” She tripped and fell down.

“Let’s start the show, shall we?” Gleeful giggle escaped my lips. I slap her few times and then tear down her dress, not caring about her cry or weak struggle. Second, I bend down and squish her cheek to open her mouth and forcefully fed antidote for smell restriction medicine and pour a wine which was given by Yae into her mouth, forcing her to swallow it.

“My hand is sticky now.” I frowned.

“…nnha…haaa…aaahhh…” Her body is quivering, rubbing her thighs together. Even though she is crying no and stop, her body won’t listen to her. The pheromones of Alphas and Betas in the hall excited her.

“Oh my, you are so excited. You must be exhibitionist.”

“…help…” She looked around, but no one wanted to help or maybe no one can help. She tried to use the scrap of her leftover dress to cover her.

“No no no. You can’t cover your body.” I shook my head and forcefully took it away. “You should let them see how excited you are.” I pulled her up and tied her hands behind her with a rope courtesy of Yae. My aide truly knew what I needed most.

“Don’t you want my soulmate to see how excited you are?” I whispered. Her body twitches and she suddenly finished herself.

“Wow. Let’s clap for her show.” I said. My family clap loudly and the other guests followed suit.

“You see…” I moved her face to Satoru’s direction. “He isn’t looking at you,” I said again. “He never was, never has and never will.” True to my words, Satoru is only looking at me the whole time.

“Let me tell you one more thing. His scent is not mixed in this hall.” And her whole body froze while her eyes widened.

“No…way…”

“Why don’t you try to smell it?” I encouraged and she did. She tried to smell, but she can’t smell Satoru at all. “You see, except for me, all of my family and Satoru included, they are covering up their smell for tonight. So, let me say once again, you got excited not because of my soulmate's scent.” It was a finishing blow to her. She is like a doll whose strings were suddenly cut.

“Capo.” Yae came to me. “We just got the report, Tsuchigumo and Onigumo are finished.”

“Perfect.” I clapped my hands. “Now, let’s rent her in auction. Pure Omega is a rare breed. This one is even easily excited only by smell. Her smell is also pleasing to most people. I bet she will get a bunch of customers in no time.”

“Does that mean we are making money soon?” Mei-san smiled.

“Yep. Can I leave it to you, Mei-san?”

“Of course, Capo.” She bowed. “I knew what I need to do.”

“Rai-chan, let’s wash your hands. It will be bad if they get sticky.” Satoru came to guide me away, not sparing a glance at her.

“…why…? I am supposed to be the protagonist…” She mumbled while looking at us. ~”~

Omake

The renting business is a big hit. Since she is our money-making tree, I have Mei-san to take care of her hygiene and daily life. I am not some cruel boss that let my best commodity suffers. She will be cleaned and fed 3 times a day and be given sleep for 6 hours.

A lot of big shots like her because despite her crying no and stop, her body lewdly doing the opposite. The gap moe is very thrilling. I even allow my customers to dress her up to their liking as long as it’s not going to inflict detrimental injuries.

“Satoru, I am bored. Let’s play a role play.”

“What kind of role play?”

“You picked up bunny from street, feed it, pamper it and then crush it when it’s at the peak of its happiness,” I said.

“No, I won’t touch other women, even though it’s roleplay. It’s disgusting.” Satoru made a face.

“…Hm… Well, that’s true. I don’t think I can even hold that long seeing you touch other people.” I nodded.

“If you are that bored. Why don’t I role-play how to seduce you all over again?” He smirked.

“Let’s try it.” I laughed excitedly.

“As you wish.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x you #gojo fluff #gojo smut #omegaverse au #jjk mafia au #soulmate au

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jujutsumafiosohusbandos · 2 years

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paper rings and all the things they don’t say

Chapter : 3/7

Rating : Mature

Fandom : Jujutsu Kaisen

Archive Warning : Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships : Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu & Nanami Kento, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru & Haibara Yu & Ieiri Shoko & Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi & Gojo SatoruFushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters : Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen), Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Ijichi Kyotaka, Minor & Background Characters

Additional Tags : Alternate Universe - No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen), Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Mafia and Organised Crime, Outsider Perspective on Relationship, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Tattoos, getting tattoos, Marriage of Convenience, marriage of inconvenience, Getting Together, Slow Burn, NanaGo Fest 2022 (Jujutsu Kaisen), nanago fest, Parental Gojo Satoru, Yuu Haibara's Intrusive Thoughts, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Gojo Satoru is Brown, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, infidelity (dont worry they arent actually in love), background Nanami Kento/Getou Suguru, Fake Marriage, Theft, Haibara is a short king, Touch-Averse Gojo Satoru, Non-Linear Narrative, Parental Nanami Kento, Allusion to Past Homophobia, Mention of Dead Parents/ Family, Gore (non-fatal), Medication, Attempted Self-Treatment of Severe Injury, Gunshot Wounds, Profanity, Vomiting, Infidelity, Alcohol, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary :

"Ugh, fine, fine." Gojo huffs. "Shoko sent me a picture of her little terror with the kids. It's so cute I'm making it my lockscreen. Don't worry, you're still my homescreen. I gotta have a photo of my husband's cute, grumpy morning face." Nanami's eyebrows crease, pulling his features down to a soft frown. Gojo laughs, lifting his hand to his mouth to blow a kiss in his husband's direction. These people are so horrendously sappy, Yuu thinks he's getting a sugar headache.

or Yuu Haibara's perspective on how his boss gets married and falls in love. ---- written for NanaGo Fest 2022

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Scribbles & Doodles— Mafia Gojo: { Summer Heat }

—Mafia Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Synopsis: Spending the scorching summer with your husband on your private island leads to igniting other embers in your marriage

𑁍 Genre: NSFW: explicit smut, traditional arrange marriage, hints of yandere if you squint

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (3.7k)— tattoos, teasing, breeding kink, impregnation, pregnancy talks, oral sex, unprotected sex, open space sex(—no one in the vicinity), nipple play, biting, praise kink, cockwarming, dirty talk, creampie, cervix fucking, overstimulation, profanity, soft dom satoru, cunnilingus, yakuza/mafia hints if you squint, toxic in-laws, mention of an accident [tell me if i missed something]

𑁍 A/N: Hi everyone~ a lot has been going on but finally I manage to finish the piece I'm working on, here it is. My mind is going brrrr about mafia stuff so I hope you like this one! Sending y'all very tight hug! —Grey,

Growing up, the idea of summer in your mind glows with the open sea with tropical trees lending you shade while sitting in your sun lounger, watching the waves ebb the white sand.

Going home to Amami Oshima every summer is a tradition you have religiously followed before your college years. And now that you're back, you find yourself in the same place you have grown up loving the heat of the sun.

"Too hot don't you think so too Ma'am? It's a shame for your pretty skin. My hands are free to help." A mischievous tone swirl in Satoru's voice. Wearing nothing to cover his sculpted-inked torso, ripped in well-toned muscles traced by his tattoos and few scars, his black swimming trunks hug his Adonis belt almost like a sin. The bulging veins on his biceps leave you tremendously distracted and bothered. He walked barefooted in the sand with hands on the sides of his pocket shamelessly eyeing you.

You resisted the idea of pouncing on the gorgeous man, admiring his menacing tattoos that made your toes curl. The way it hugs his chest like a coat, crawling to his forearms and painting down his back makes you breathless of how much beautiful he could get.

"My husband already promised to put sunscreen on me, I wonder if he forgot." You giggled, looking at him with siren eyes.

Satoru merely smirks, climbing on top of you with his hands on either side of your head, blocking any path for you to escape.

"Fuck Baby, lucky husband you got." His head delved down and you expected a rough kiss from his lips but nothing came, instead, a soft peck landed on the tip of your nose.

You opened your eyes and saw Satoru's grin as if he knew what you were thinking.

"Sit up straight, you're gonna get sunburned." Satoru retracted to sit on the end of your lounger, grabbing the sunscreen on your side table and squirting a good amount of it on his palm.

For a man always wearing a suit when dealing with his business, Satoru is fair toned despite being an albino. Yet that doesn't stop him from being a little too red like an octopus ball during summer, something you've loved watching since childhood, teasing him as much as you could.

Pouting you sit up straight adjusting your bikini before giving your arm to him. There's something about the tattooed man, twice your size and yet buttering you up in sunscreen with full attention that gives you a fuzzy feeling in your tummy.

"My husband would do it rougher and quicker." You bit your lip.

Satoru raised a brow at you but continued doing his job, tapping your knee with the back of his hand, he grabs your ankles to his lap as he lathers you up, not missing a spot.

"Uh-huh? What else would he do?" He rasped.

"He would..." You deliberately drag it longer, watching his brows frowning. "Make me lay on my stomach too."

You tried to fight the smile on your lips as Satoru's face only grew impatient, narrowing his ocean eyes in your direction before pinching your hips, telling you to roll on your tummy.

"Sir, you look like my husband."

And you broke the final straw, a loud spank struck your butt making you yelp. It wasn't that hard but you sure got surprised.

"You really are a minx." Satoru groaned.

"Only for my husband."

"Fuck, I'm your husband. Wife."

You laugh, accepting the heated kiss Satoru punished you until you feel your lips tingle and swollen.

The two of you have been quite busy, barely seeing each other in a day, going as far as seeing each other only at midnight when your husband comes home from work and you're awoken by his shuffling.

It's frustrating how he's your husband but he's the person you get to spend the least amount of time with. And you're sure he feels the same, conveyed by the morning he couldn't bear to let you out of his arms. Hesitant and pouting whenever you walk to the door to leave for work.

So here the both of you are. Leaving busy Tokyo to go home where the two of you spent the blazing heat of summer since childhood. Away from work, away from stress and the constant fear for your husband's safety. It's only on this island that your heart is at peace.

Work is fine, you love your job. But being around too many people drains you. Especially your in-laws and even your father. The idea of having to face them is already strenuous for your mind.

"What's on your mind?" Laying on the lounger with the sun still high atop the sky is so peculiar. But here you are with your body on top of Satoru your fingers tracing his tattooed chest, his legs propped by your sides while raking his hand over your back.

His expression is serious but it softened slightly when he looked at you. The way he looked at you is different from the way he looks at everyone else. Like a cushion to the malevolence, his callous hands could do. A cushion specifically crafted for you. But it's a different matter with the hostility of people around you.

People never failed to keep pointing out if an heir is coming along the way. It's as if not bearing a child after the first few months of getting married is a huge sin for you to be condemned and criticized every time you meet.

And those are getting to you. The anxiousness whenever you try for the test and see it come back negative. The constant worry of your fertility chasing after you. Or will you ever make a good mother?

"Nothing." You close your eyes, flushing out the thoughts.

"Hey, wife. What's wrong? Am I holding you too tight?" Satoru noticed your silence and move over to see the waver of your eyes you're too slow to hide.

Satoru is so soft with you, so tender that it's almost heartbreaking how he holds you so dear without any hesitation. And all you wish is to reciprocate this kind of love to him in the way your body and soul allow.

He once spoke about it, a light talk over your first days of marriage but he never brought it up again. Something you knew, he was being considerate for your part after all the talks from your families every dinner that ends up Satoru being in a foul mood, growing more distant with his family.

And it breaks your heart seeing him fall apart from his parents. It breaks your heart seeing a family drift away. It triggers the fear in your heart after seeing what happened to you parents as well. It scares you seeing that happen to your husband.

You look at him and it seems he always knew what's going on in your mind. A kiss delves on your forehead.

"I want a child 'Toru. I want it so bad."

Not because everyone keeps bothering you. Or you have something to prove to the people talking about you.

But you have always dreamt of a child, a perfect copy of your husband running to clutch your legs to show you the sandcastle Satoru built for fun. A son or a daughter, running through the white sand by the beach sunset.

You want a family with him.

"You wanna be heavy with my child?" A feral glint sparked in your husband's eyes.

Before you could nod Satoru held your face kissing you over and over again, lust-filled eyes staring at you. His strong hand pulled your face closer so that you could feel the air you breathed combining.

"I will put a baby in you," he whispered lifting you in his arms and walking back to your beach house. "Maybe even two." The thought had you hazy and distraught between his words and kisses. "You'd look so good with my kids." Satoru cursed and set you down on the veranda, he pushed your back against the wall, his arms imprisoning you while his hands roam your body. "My wife carrying my child, fuck baby. You're making me crazier for you."

You moaned, trying to keep your eyes closed, saving even a bit of your dignity from doing this in such an open space. But what else is there that Satoru wouldn't notice about you?

His large body drowned you. A ripping sound of fabric tore through the silent beach. Looking down, all you could see is your exposed chest and before you could cover yourself Satoru pinned your arms above your head, attacking your lips into a maddening kiss while his fingers brush your peaks, skin-to-skin, electrifying you to a mess. He softly groped your mounds, kneading and pawing your milky globes with his rough callous palm and your body just respond to his touches before you could allow it.

"T-the people." You half-heartedly struggle, maintaining the last inch of sense in your head.

But Satoru raggedly cursed almost making you faint.

"Bold of you to assume I'll share even a fucking inch of your skin Baby." It's almost a sin how you could forget his possessiveness just because you've been alone for days. "I'll hunt them down one by one."

You can't form an answer and threw your head back when he bent down, inserting your hard peaks into his hot mouth, swirling and suckling you so needily. He could feel the smirk on his lips. Through the slits of your hooded eyes, you could see his glimmering eyes filled with lust. His kiss is so deep that it distracted you from his hands trailing down your thighs. One touch against the thin cloth of your bikini, he chuckled between curses.

"Fuck baby," he whispered, kissing your jaws sporadically. "You're so horny." He brushes your clit through your panties. He rubs it gently with his thumb.

The shame started creeping up on you, you slightly pushed him but it barely had any strength. "Satoru please." You wanted to scold him but it came out as a whine only spurring your husband. The hot blue beach staring at you openly makes your belly tingle, unused to the idea of doing such an intimate act in full view.

But you're sure you want this and you trust Satoru will handle everything to keep your dignity, you arch when he plays with your hair with one hand while he strokes your belly with the other.

A moan escapes you as Satoru starts to kiss your neck, tracing your skin with the tip of his tongue as his hand snaps your bra. You lean your head to the side to give him more access to your neck while he pushes you onto the hard stone wall. You know your arousal is leaving a stain in your panties, and when he starts sucking on your neck your knees threaten to wobble in the sheer pleasure.

Satoru's bulge is hard, brushing against your stomach. His curses thundered when you clung to his neck desperately. Large callous hands caress your body, roaming the fullness of your breast, grabbing the dips of your hips whilst he pushes you against his hard chest kissing you breathlessly.

You're already a mess when he goes down your body.

Satoru kisses your belly, knowing that's where his child will grow inside of you, as he slips his thumbs under the edge of your panties, "Give me permission, wife." He groans, looking into your eyes. When you gasp a faint 'yes' and Satoru pulls off your panties before kissing you in the middle of your thighs. Satoru is careful, testing your mounds open so he could press his tongue in between. Lapping your pussy lips the same way he would make out with you.

The imminent pleasure is jarring as you try to push back the wanton moans from your husband's tongue. As if he heard your suppression of moans, Satoru sunk his tongue deeper inside your walls, feeling your walls pulsate and your breathing more shallow. Your hands tried pushing him away to save face but your body convulsed in the middle of the rapturous sensation.

Satoru wasted no time pulling down his shorts, he pressed a bite on your neck before grabbing your hand to palm his shaft guiding your hand up and down as he groans like a wounded lion, needily gasping at the pleasure your hands stroking his aching member. "I'll get you pregnant," he promised sincerely with passion staring at your blown-out eyes, "Gonna fill you up with my seed until you can't hold it in."

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly entered your core. Feeling the tip pop into your quivering passage. He slid into you with ease, pushing his cock back and forth while he kissed the corner of your lips, feathering more along your jaw as his thrusts got deeper and faster. Your hot walls caressing him so tightly it's so hard for him to hold back.

Crazy. You are driving him crazy. There was an equal amount of gentleness and roughness to his movements that sated the both of you perfectly. His scent, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his throaty moans. Even his moans are too much, too sexy making you clench around him, whining and begging in between.

While your legs were tangled around his waist, his mouth latched onto your tit when he gave each bosom a lavish suck making your pert rosebuds tingle and hard. Soon enough this will be the most tender globes that'll keep him preoccupied latching on to you. It was until he began increasing the speed of his thrusts that you could no longer contain your wanton cries, "Satoru! Slow d-down ahm!"

"Cum," he whispered in your ear, knowing full well that your orgasm was building back on your lower abdomen, "Cum for me, Baby."

"'Toru!" Breathless and twitching from your release, your nails dug into his back that you're sure was gonna bleed as you gripped around his girth, milking yourself around his cock followed by your helpless cries. Your chest was rising and falling heavily after your climax, but did you think Satoru was done?

He watches your eyes grow droopy from exhaustion, letting you breathe for a second or two before smirking as he pulls your legs to wrap around his waist, sheathing himself back into your soaking core.

"Ahhh! S-Satoru? W-wait!" You cried.

Grunting at the sopping sound of his shaft slamming inside you while you clung to him in your weariness, moaning and crying his name.

"Don't think so Baby, you're so wet." Satoru drawls at you, his voice dark and teasing, hissing when you suddenly clamp around him.

You loved it when Satoru is a bit rough and wild to an extent. It's when his pleasant mask slip and reveals the raw emotion beneath him. When he losses control, desperate for you. Satoru needed you in those moments. And you are more than willing to accept every inch of it.

Pouring his emotions into you, groaning his anger into your ears before biting the hollow of your neck to mark you with his teeth like tattoos adorning your skin. You loved it when your husband vented his frustrations into you. When he finds the invigorating relief in your tight heat. He never forgets to make sure to fuck orgasm after orgasm out of you to hear your cries and feel you cream around his hard cock.

It was so heady that Satoru could only groan out ruthless profanities as he thrust so hard making sure he was so deep into you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit Baby!" You clenched around him as he spurted thick jets of cum right into your womb. "Baby... You're too good, fuck!" His breathy grunts were released when his hips fell out of rhythm. Hot dollops of his seed were shot straight into your womb, ensuring that every drop of his cum was sitting deep into your cervix. When he pulled out, you could feel his warm semen seeping out of your entrance because you were clenching naturally, twitching from muscle memory of his cock inside you as you gasped for air. He kept thrusting shallow thrust into you until there were no more but faint ropes spilling from his shaft.

Satoru didn't stop until you were a begging mess, shaking from pleasure and exhaustion, pussy twitching from the last one of numerous orgasms, making his thick milky cum trickle out of you while he kept his shaft nestled in your pussy keeping anymore of his seed from escaping as he watches your eyes flutter close with a satisfied smug smirk on his handsome face.

"You look beautiful, Baby." he expressed with a chuckle, adoring the way you nuzzle into his neck, exhausted. He stared at you like you were the most precious thing this dark world has ever given him. And it only took a minute for that sinful lust to fade into tenderness as he sees you slump forward. Satoru was very much proud to see how much cum he had inside of you but he needs to take care of you too.

Stepping into the house, he walk on the stairs leading to your bedroom and slowly pulled out of you to grab a towel but your soft whines halted him making him look back to the bed to see you trying to get up.

"Stay, with me." You breathe, looking at him with pleading tired eyes.

"I have to wipe you." Satoru kissed your forehead, pulling the duvet to hide your naked body or else he'll ravage you mercilessly again. "I'll be quick."

"Nooo, hold me." You frowned sleepily.

Satoru finds it adorable when you become so whiny, so needy. It's one of those days when you need him more than usual. With no words left, he climbs on the bed, joining you, letting your head lay on his chest as he closes his eyes while stroking your head.

Not a minute he could feel something grinding down his half-hard shaft.

"Fucking stop it, minx." He whispered darkly, dragging his words into a deep slur.

But damn that little demon with a pitchfork of yours acting up again. A soft hand grabs his erect shaft, slowly sliding into your soaking pussy making your husband cuss and grab your hips and seize your lips for a sloppy kiss.

"You naughty woman. You're not walking out of here until I'm done."

The soft sun peek through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. It was already dawn when you slept and your head is pounding, your body aching, begging for sleep.

"Awake?" Soft kisses rain on your shoulders, a hand pulled you closer and your back collided with a hard chest.

"Let me sleep, 'm still tired." Bemoaning about your sore body. You determinedly shut your eyes despite Satoru's kisses and caresses.

"Breakfast's ready, c'mon I'll feed you, Baby." Satoru wakes up early, which drags you to join him as well.

"Nooooo~" You faked crocodile tears but it never works on Satoru as he effortlessly pulls you to sit on his lap and move the table laden with food.

Defeated, you opened your eyes and made yourself comfortable on your husband's lap, nuzzling into his neck, leaning unto his bare chest, while watching him sip on his mug of tea. Satoru looks damn fine with his messy bedroom hair, sweatpants being the only thing covering his perfectly sculpted body. His dark vivid tattoos kept you busy, tracing them every time you get to touch him.

"Any plans for today?" Satoru offered you a piece of toasted sourdough with egg, bacon, and cheese on top. It's a meager meal but the effort is so much more than enough. Knowing there's nothing much in the fridge yet your husband still managed to fix you a meal.

"Nothing much, anything you wanna do 'Toru?"

He shook his head and cradled your back, making you lean on his chest and you listened to his staccato heartbeat while he eats.

"Do you really want a baby?" Satoru started out of nowhere, looking at your expression.

"Of course, do you not want a baby right now?" Your heartbeat started picking up.

"I want..." He kissed your temples. "I do want a child with you. But if the words of people are bothering you don't even mind them."

Satoru knows, how your eyes are cast down when someone mentions the matter of a child. He never mentioned it again to keep you from worrying too much about it. And those who try to challenge him by hurting you with words are swiftly and quietly dealt with. He has never had you for himself only after so long because you left for college and there's so much to catch up with you. He's never in a rush to have a child, as long as he has you.

He would love an heir for his legacy. And for the clan too. But if that's what will tear you away from him, then it's not even an option, to begin with. A child pales in comparison to you in his eyes. Without you, it'll all be meaningless.

"It's not about them, I do want a baby Satoru, I want a family." You bit your lips, a habit you've never grown out of. Fingers starting to fidget with panic in your eyes. But Satoru held your hand, bringing the back of your hands to his lips before your doubt spirals.

"I want it to." Satoru lifted your chin with his finger and kissed you softly. "So don't worry too much about it Baby, I promised you. We'll do this slowly, together." He knows how badly you wish for a family. "This lifetime belongs only to you wife." He whispered like a prayer.

"As I to you." You nod, feeling his arms tighten around you. As long as your husband is here, it's enough to set your heart at ease.

The comfortable silence is interrupted by a phone call. Satoru reaches for his phone and the sudden frown adorning his temples forebodes an ominous feeling in your heart. The call was followed shortly by your husband's gruff replies. It was brief and the call ended.

Satoru looks at you and breathes as he held you closer in his strong arms.

"Pack your bags, we need to go home Baby, your father is ambushed."

—GreyCaelum

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waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle · 2 months

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Summary: Life leads you to treacherous roads after deciding to enter the dangerous life you knew well not to follow.Having gojo by your side inviting you deeper and deeper into all that’s wrong in the world, inciting you to be selfish and carefree wasn’t supposed to be to your liking, so why do you shiver with adrenaline every time he decides to be the devil on your shoulder?

Contents: Mafia boss gojo x secretary reader.(civilian au ig)

-Secret crush Gojo!

-Yandere Gojo

Gojo being an egocentric bitch! Wealthy gojo! X no nonsense reader.

Warnings: trigger warning if you’re not interested in anything mafia related. The narration of this story is inspired by Latin and Asian mafia. Violence and use of blood!

Wc:1.8k

🏷:@busyreader17 @starlight5cat @xavlyzn

(Idk If I was supposed to tag y’all in the new chapter, sorry if it bothers you but I’m kinda new to this whole fanfic tumblr thing 🙈🫶🏻)

Chapter 4

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As the busy Shanghai nightlife contrasted your gloominess with its vibrant lights and loud people, you allowed your anger to fuel your fast-paced steps to lead you to your destination.

What destination exactly?

Well…

You didn’t know just yet.

Before you could notice you got lost in the beautiful chaos that is this city, a city where you know no one and all you have on yourself is your cellphone. As you stood still thinking about what your next move should be, then you suddenly smiled at yourself as you remembered you somehow managed to lose that long-legged freak about two blocks ago.

That peace is shortly interrupted as you feel a cold finger touch your shoulder from the Back.

-“I Know I have made a mistake and I’ll accept any punishment that doesn’t include you leaving my side. That one is the most unbearable of them all.”-He muttered as he looked down unable to face your distraught expression.-“Plus did you really think you’d lose me after springing some blocks?”- He said as he returned his gaze to yours.-“ I always come back you know. And for you specifically, I’ll even crawl back if it’s necessary.”

To you it sounded like a joke but you would be surprised if you knew what he was capable of doing for your love.

All you could do was give him a disgusted look as you responded.

-“You make me sick, what’s your fucking problem?! You dare to almost put me and jail and then you show up high and mighty begging for forgiveness?? Why should I forgive you? All you’ve caused me are problems and to your discontent, I’m finally done with all of this.”

He showed a displeased expression as he noticed you didn’t care for his sincere apology, but he wasn’t gonna let this slide so he pulled you into an abandoned alleyway with the hopes that you could talk better.

-“Let go of me! I’m not going anywhere with you.”-you blurted out as you smacked his hand away.

-“Please just hear me out, if you're not content with my apology I’ll let you go.”- He lied through his teeth as he showed you his puppy eyes.He was putting his life on the line with this acting gig , he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you decided to abandon him.

You glare at him in a distrusting matter, but as you recall he’s never been dishonest right up to this moment. So you lower your claws and follow him to where he wants to go.

-“If I’m being honest with you I’m not used to treating normal people like you, I’m used to treating thugs who wouldn’t give a damn if they lost everything in a second. So I could say that I did what I did thinking you wouldn’t care for much for it, now l know it’s not an excuse and I’ll have you know that I take full responsibility for my actions and that I-“

Gojo was interrupted during his speech by a rustle at the entrance of the alleyway.

The next thing you know a beer bottle is being thrown next to your head, you can’t help but scream out and duck to the floor trying to process what just happened, your boss turns as he feels for something under his coat, scanning the area for danger.

As the steps, Drew closer a group of 3 tough -looking guys stomped in, each of them playing with a different weapon in their rough scarred hand. As they targeted the two of you with their eyes the tallest who seemed to be the leader ultimately spoke.

-“Finally I catch you two alone, sorry to break up your lover's quarrel but me and that albino bastard have some business to tend to. So I’ll let a fine lady like yourself leave, but you.”- He spat out as he pointed a flick knife directly at gojo.-“But since this cheating mother fucker doesn’t know how to respect my boss’s territory. I guess I’ll have to teach this preppy son of a bitch some respect.”

You looked up at Gojo for some sort of response but all he did was stare at the offender as if he knew something the other party didn’t. As if this confrontation was an opportunity instead of an inconvenience. An opportunity to let go of all of his pent-up frustration, an opportunity to let all his raw, nasty feelings out after caging them up for a gentleman-like facade for your pretty self.

-“3 against one. Your boss’s a bitch for sending you all to do this.”-Gojo said as he looked around for something, as soon as he found what he was looking for his eyes sparkled. He crouched down and cuffed up his charcoal grey suit up to his elbows revealing a tattoed forearm twisted with black and white thorns.

As the tall figure in front of you grasped a long metal tube; he flexed his veins in the dim night light. In your time meeting him you never thought that he had all that ink under those tailored designed suits.

-“Awww how cute gonna defend your girlfriend? If you feel the odds against you; we’ll let her join, we won’t be too hard on her.”-The offender slurred as he looked at your trembling frame, hugging your knees as if you could hide like a ball.

Cold sweat adorned your forehead as you pondered the chances of getting out of this one alive, you couldn’t yell out for help or call trusty Geto without the gangster knowing. All you could do was pray that Gojo could land a hard punch and that your quivering knees wouldn’t give up on you if you managed to run away.

Next, their leader clenched his sticknife firmly in his hand as he launched forward at Gojo, but to your surprise, your boss swung back the metal stick as if it was a baseball bat that then struck the poor man’s head; his head bounced at impact, the force of the hit forcing his body to slum against the brick wall.

-“Gojo!”-You yelled out in horror with the hopes that all this nightmare and suffering would end in a second.

-“Sorry baby, please turn away. Who hits first; hits hardest.”-Grumbled the icy-eyed man as he looked back at you for a split second he wore the biggest smile on his blood-splattered face.

As soon as they saw their leader down the two henchmen tried to attack Gojo but before they could get close enough your knight in rusted armor whacked the pole against oh the guy's stomach causing him to hit the ground in excruciating pain as he grasped his stomach, next thing you know the other guy has his knees shattered as is now sobbing as he clutches his legs, rolling in pain.

You didn’t want this, this isn’t what you had planned, all you wanted to do was explore the city, but before you could continue to lament yourself as you lay there in shock looking at the agonizing figures before you. The noise of the metal stick hitting the ground interrupts you. Slowly your boss starts to get closer and soon you smell the blood reek on his tux.

Before he could say anything you lunged to hug his built torso as you cried into his chest smearing mascara all over the expensive cloth, he felt his heart flutter at the feeling of having you all on him in a disheveled matter. And as soon as he hugged you back, all the chaos was worth it for him. He would beat up as many guys as necessary just so he could sense your small frame quiver under his touch as you looked for solace in him.

And if you were being honest, you hated to admit it but you felt protected and cared as he combed your hair with his slender fingers. Your cheeks blushes as he planted a chaste kiss on the crown of your head.

Sniffing his cologne mixed with sweat and blood wasn’t all that bad if he continued to Pat you back with one hand as he swaddled your face with the other. Maybe you were taking advantage of the situation but your heart felt full and warm as he coddled you in his arms.

But as if god heard you and punished you for your thoughts he promptly stepped away to look into your teary eyes and say.

-“C'mon princess, we gotta leave this place.”

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It is currently 12 am and you are back at the villa, as you try to comprehend all that just happened, Gojo swipes a warm wet cloth across your face attempting to remove your ruined makeup. The bed sunk under his weight as he carefully tugged your eyelashes under the damp towel to get you as clean as possible as he sat beside you in clean fresh sweat.

Geto stands beside him as the guilt eats him up for not protecting you as he should have.

All he did was run to your rescue as soon as his best friend gave him your location. But in the end, all he felt like was a useless piece of shit, as he stared at your puffy eyes his cell phone rang in his pocket, he then promptly exits the room putting the bowl on the nightstand so he could take the call and not bother you any further.

As your boss notices you start to yawn, he quickly stands up to cover you with a fluffy blanket that is laid at your bed rest.

-“I feel pathetic, You're the one that saved mebut here you are tending to me.”-You mumbled as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

He just grinned and patted your head.

-“I was the one who put you in that mess, so in the end I hope you find forgiveness in your heart for an idiot like me.”- He responded as he scratched his undercut.

You managed to let out a chuckle.

-“You saved my life, I guess we can call it even then.”- Even though it cost you to say that in the end he deserved it. You knew what kind of business you were getting into , and even though he lied to you, he defended you like nobody would. But you still had it crystal clear that is he slipped up again , you would be a goner

His heart melted as those compassionate words left your mouth, he knew he wasn’t worthy of forgiveness. But as you indulged his sins he couldn’t help but love you more than yesterday. He knew he was in debt to you, and it just so happened that he was a man who liked to pay his dues, so he promised to himself that he wouldn’t let anyone including himself hurt you. Even if it meant following you around the world like a shadow, he was willing to make that “sacrifice”.

-“Well after hearing you say that; I guess I can sleep in peace tonight. Goodnight sweet thing.”-He voiced as he rubbed your cheek with his callous thumb.

As he turned to head to the door, your small hand pinched the back of his shirt to his attention. He swiftly turns around and he raises an eyebrow in a playful matter as he waits for you to voice out your need that stopped him from heading to his bedroom.

-“Can you stay here with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”

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A/n: omg that was crazy , I tried to write this chapter as realistically as possible since I haven’t been in a gang fight yet but if I am I’ll confirm or deny the readers pov. I hope you guys enjoyed it and if you have any comments or request please let me know it really motivates me to hear back from you guys. Till next week kisses!! 💋🥰♥️ I’ll finish editing the font tomorrow it’s 3am as I’m writing this I’m so sleepy zzzz

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❝ 𝐘𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❞

❝ WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TWO YAKUZA HEIRS ARE FIGHTING OVER WHO GETS TO MARRY YOU ?? ❞

✧ pairing: yakuza!satoru gojo x f!reader x yakuza!suguru geto

✧ summary: you had no patience for the yakuza lifestyle your grandfather had -- you wanted to live a normal life, but when it leaks that your grandfather is in talks to have you engaged to one of two yakuza heirs -- you realize you're in deeper than you thought -- especially when they both fall in love with you.

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, fluff, inspired / dialogue / scene concepts taken from the manga “yakuza fiance,” (which the fic is named after), reader's age is ambiguous, but all are 20s+, violence (as expected from mafia / yakuza stories), blood, stsg have tattoos, implied satosugu (just a passing mention of dating briefly), stsg have sadomasochistic tendencies, a little ooc, switch! gojo (very sub gojo), switch! geto, oral (f + m), deepthroating, handjob (m), fingering (f! receiving), double penetration, sex (p in v), creampie, poly relationship implied ending,

✧ wc: 18,476

“I don’t want to marry either of you,”

And your statement is met with confused stares — and normally stares like this wouldn’t be terrifying to the average person, but these were not average men you were dealing with.

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were anything but average — in many ways.

Both were incredibly handsome — Satoru was blessed with a piercing blue gaze of the heavens and snow white locks that could stun any person into silence, and Suguru was no slouch either — with long inky black locks tied into a neat bun and his sharp features and his almost all too alluring smile — the two of them looked like they belonged to a modeling agency. Both were also brilliant, attending one of the best high schools in Tokyo, before going to the best university, leading in their respective specialities (Satoru studying physics, while Suguru chose literature).

And, the two were both the heirs to two of the most dangerous Yakuza families in all of Japan.

But right now, they are your biggest problems, personified.

Their families were both vying for your hand in marriage — thanks to your meddling grandfather who shipped you off to Tokyo to get a would-be Yakuza husband — your yakuza family hoping to broker peace after decades upon decades of fighting with one of the other two biggest yakuza families around — the Gojo and Geto families respectively.

“Excuse me?” Suguru speaks first, a single eyebrow raised, arms crossed over his crisp white button up.

“I’m not here for this yakuza bullshit. I’m trying to live my own life — and I’m not in the mood to get swept along in my grandfather’s wishes for me to get married,” your hand is in your bag, fingers curled around your collapsible metal pole, “and I don’t care to know either of you, I don’t really care to stick around you — especially because all its earned me is the disdain of all the other students who have crushes on you — so how about we simply tolerate each other for this year?”

Satoru whistles, “how disappointing,” his eyes raking over you from head to toe, “you’re worse than your reputation — we heard you were a stuck-up, spoiled rich girl that would do anything to get her way, but turns out you’re just normal,” he sticks out his tongue and makes a gagging noise, “how boring,”

“Truly tiresome,” Suguru hums, his bangs falling in his dark gaze, “I was looking forward to a woman who could match up to us — maybe fuck me up, punish me, and strip away my dignity — type of girl who’d ruin my life, do you understand?”

You stare at him, lips parted, brow furrowed, “What?”

“In other words, we were hoping you were much more interesting than you were — as you are now, you’re just useless,” Satoru sighs dramatically, his pink lips curled in a smile, “bor-inggggg,”

“You might as well go back to Osaka, or wherever it was you came from,” Suguru shrugs, hands in his pockets, as he pulls a cigarette and a lighter, “you could stay, but as it stands, you would be better off back home — maybe it would even start a war — that could be fun, Satoru,” he remarks, his grin growing more sinister by the minute, as he places the cigarette between his lips, and lighting it.

“Let’s actually not be so hasty, Suguru. She could have some use,” he holds out his fingers to frame you between them, “could be worth something if we have her work at one of our families clubs — selling her body. She could make some use for us,” he says cruelly, “Otherwise, go back home, and let them know we’re the ones not interested in you,” he says, brushing past you along with Suguru.

And you couldn’t decide which one of their smiles were the most bone chilling — and why you couldn’t quite find your voice in that moment. And you didn’t — not until you finally reached home, your phone ringing.

“How’s it going, dear granddaughter?” you could hear the grin of the old coot even over the phone — and how could you tell him you wanted to go home now? You had hoped to go there to give two rejections — not earn two of your own. You hoped to stick out the year before leaving this place behind, if only to appease your grandfather.

“I’m fine, but I think…I think I’m homesick,” you sit on the edge of your bed, hunched over, hand holding your head up, propped against your knee.

“Why’s that? Did something happen?”

“Nothing, I just—”

“You’re not coming back home,” and your hopes fall, “one year, you have to stay one year no matter what. Don’t care if you have to fight with every bone in your body and fiber of your being — last a year,”

“But why—”

“Make those boys fall for you, and then break their hearts, heh — your grandfather is a heartbreaker and I know you can do the same,” and you know his lips are curled in a smile not too dissimilar to the two men you met today, “don’t forget where you come from — and what you’re worth,” and he cuts the line, as you stare at your phone, before tossing it away and lying back.

Well, you know what you had to do.

~~~

“Morning,” you know where’d they be — the only free period they had together that they spent in the dining hall with their entourage — including some girls who had been harassing you about how you knew the pair — ones you had suspected in fucking with your locker, smearing mud all over your shoes. A small retaliation for capturing their precious crushes’ attention.

The two heirs only stare for a moment — it had been two weeks since they had seen you, “thought I had gone home?”

“Surprised you didn’t,” Suguru remarks, utterly disinterested from the look in his eyes, despite the smile plastered on his lips, “guess I lost the bet, Satoru,”

You raise an eyebrow at Satoru, “you thought I’d stay?”

“Thought you'd stay to take me up on my offer to sell your body,” he holds out his hand as Suguru slaps a stack of bills in his palm, “did you?”

“I did actually,” your lips curl, as their gazes slide to one another, before you drop a bag on their table, “one kidney, 5,000,000 yen,” and you take delight in the smiles that slide off their expressions, as they stare at you, Satoru looking over the lip of the bag before you knocked it over and let the stacks of money spill over the table, “it took two weeks since it took a while to arrange and recover, but it was well worth it,”

The pair only can stare — expression unreadable and words seemingly stolen from their mouths, as you only smiled down at them, your gaze digging into their faces like daggers.

Suguru’s eyebrows knit together, “How did you—“

“Friend of a friend,” you shrug, “I’ll have to be on a low sodium diet and probably do blood work a little more frequently but you were right about one thing — I was being weak,” you lift up your shirt to show the bandage on your side, their eyes wide, as they can only stare, “I won’t be making that mistake again,”

And you place your foot up on their table, leaning in, as the mask slips from your face, and your anger surges forth, “listen here, you masochistic fuckers, I’m not scared of either one of you. I don’t care if I have to crawl home choking on my own blood, I’ll be sure you’re choking on each other’s as I drag you both to hell. I’m staying here, whether either of you like it or not,”

“You can’t talk to them like that—“ one of the girls pipes up, her lips twisted in a frown.

“I can talk to them however I want - do you know who I am? I come from a family just like there’s but we actually know how to cover up our crimes,” you chuckle, head tilting, “do you know how easy it’d be to get rid of you two?” Your gaze slides to the other girl, “it’d be all too simple — and trust me, I’d get my hands dirty if it’s the two of you,” your lips curl into a wide grin as you add, “after all, you guys did me the favor of dirtying my shoes already,”

And the two blanch white, all indignance replaced with genuine fear — and you had never known someone could look at you as someone to be feared.

And you didn’t know you would like it so much.

You staple the smile on your face again, as the two heirs still sit speechless in their seats, eyes glued to you, “Well that’s all,” you slide back, “I have to head to class—”

But then your wrists are caught — pulling you back, as you find yourself pinned on either side by the two heirs, your body tense, before your gaze slides between them, “What?”

“Marry me,” they both say simultaneously — and you gape at them.

You are pushing them back, palms pressed against their chests, but find yourself met with two immovable objects, instead trying to squirm out of their grips. “What?” And their grips loosen enough for you to take a step back, but their hands remain around your wrists.

“I have to have you,” Suguru presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, dark gaze lidded as he looks up at you, and a shiver climbs up your spine, “I’ve never been so terrified or turned on in my life — it must be love,”

Satoru is the same, mesmerized with eager words, “I want you to do what you promised, Princess — ruin my life,” Satoru’s lips curled in a wide grin, “want you to completely fuck me up, dominate my entire life — and there’s only one way to do that, marry me,”

Suguru only scowls at Satoru, “You know Satoru, it’s very rude to propose after your best friend does,” Suguru’s gaze slides to him, “she’s mine,” and his other hand finds your shoulder, pulling you against his chest, even as you struggle against their grips, “her family reached out to mine first,”

“Fuckers, I swear to god, let me go—“ but they act as if they can’t hear you, a current of possessiveness sweeping their thoughts away.

“So what? Her family decided to ask for my hand — looks like yours wasn’t good enough,” Satoru only grins, pulling you against him instead, his breath warming your flushed skin, as you grimace, “and I’d make her happier than you ever would.”

“Want to take this outside, Satoru?” Suguru’s glare sent chills down your spine, but Satoru’s lips split into a smile so wide, you were afraid his head would crack in two.

“Why? Feeling lonely? Go by yourself,”

And finally you stomp on Satoru’s foot before elbowing Suguru in the stomach, drawing groans from both boys, as you stumble away from them, whirling to face them, “Don’t treat me like your goddamn property or that I’m a prize to be won,” your words slip like venom from your lips, “don’t ever fucking touch me without asking,”

“Of course, we’re sorry,” Suguru only grins after, holding his stomach, but he still looks all too delighted, “you should reprimand us like the scum we are, isn’t that right Satoru?”

Satoru nods, pouting, “Yeah we deserve more of a punishment,” and your skin crawls at their eagerness.

“I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you two, but I don’t want anything to do with it,” you walk away, hiding your dumbstruck expression, but the two only followed you.

“You can’t just walk away from us, you have to decide who you want,” Suguru calls after you, their long strides meant they caught up all too fast, and you’re armed with your collapsible pole now, pointing it at both of them.

“Two minutes ago, both of you thought I was normal and boring,” your eyes narrow — was this another plot to just sell you to some club?

“And I’m sorry about that sweetheart,” Satoru’s arm is around your waist again, while Suguru’s fingers intertwined with yours, “we were clearly wrong — and you have to take responsibility,”

You stare at them, “for what?”

And he’s leaning to whisper in your ear, “I’m so hard for you right now,” And you’re whirling on them with the pole, but they both expertly dodge your assault, before you’re hurrying away. But they let you go, watching after you with a grin.

“This is going to be fun,” Suguru remarks, looking at his best friend, “I can’t guarantee I won’t kill you for her hand,”

Satoru only smirks in reply, “You stole the words out of my mouth, Suguru.”

~~~

It had been a week — a week of you trying skillfully to evade the two yakuza heirs.

And you had failed. No matter how fast you left your classes, where you hid, where you sat — the two always found you. And now you have resorted to sitting outside to eat your lunch, being careful to avoid any stray glance of your presence. You sat, back against the building, as you held your head, bento box in your lap — how long until they would get the message? How long until they figured out you wanted nothing to do with them?

Your grandpa had told you to make them fall for you, but you didn’t think you had too much more to do with how the two were following you around, dogging your every step.

How would you last another year?

You opened your bento — at least for once, you could enjoy your lunch without one of them—

“There you are,” and your lunch nearly goes tumbling out of your lap, but you grasp it, keeping your food from spilling out of your bento, and you turn to meet the gaze of Suguru, leaning against the windowsill, “you’re a fast one, sweetheart,” his head tilted and lips curled in his signature smile.

“How the fuck did you find me so fast?” you stare at him, brow furrowed, “it’s barely been five minutes, and this campus is huge,”

“It’s the power of love, of course,” you cringe, and he laughs, bringing his knuckles to his lips, “oh rather, it’s the power of the tracking device I slipped in your bag,”

And you blink, “You what?”

He shrugs, “Well how else would I have found you so quickly? I’ll slip it in your shoe next time,” and he sighs, as you dig through your bag, before turning it upside down and letting your things spill out on the grass, “besides, there’s a good reason I’m tracking you,” and you find the tracker before stomping on it, digging your heel into it, crushing it into the dirt, “there’s been a kidnapping of another Yakuza heiress,”

And your eyes flit to him, and he’s still smiling at you, “Who?” you continue to collect your things, shaking out textbooks and examining your things for any other hidden trackers.

“You’ll learn tonight — come to the compound tonight — you’ve been formally invited by both my father and Satoru’s father,” and he’s hopping out of the window, fingers brushing yours as he hands you your pencil case, and he’s all too close now, his warm breath warming your lips.

“And if I refuse?” and his lips curl in a smirk.

“You’d be offending not only my family, but Satoru’s as well—” and he’s rising to his feet, offering you a hand, “and it might end in an all out war, but that would be just fine for us — would it for you?”

You glare at him, taking his hand reluctantly, as he helps you to your feet, and you brush the dirt from your skirt and legs, “Fine, what time?”

“After school, Satoru will be waiting by the gates for you,” he smiles, as he settles next to you, pulling out his own lunch, and you tilt your head, “oh are you curious about me? I have my own business to attend to,”

“Is that what the other bastard is up to?” and he chuckles at that, taking a bite of his food.

“Something like that.”

~~~~

“Took you long enough, pretty,” the Gojo heir’s eyes drag over you like spotlights as he leans against the gate outside, the other students staring as you two speak, whispering as they walk by, slowing down to either catch a longer glance at Satoru or hear a bit of your conversation, “with being so quick to leave for lunch, I thought you’d be just as quick leaving the building,” and he’s offering you a drink from the vending machine that you reluctantly take.

“Well, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to being a spectacle,” you grumble, as you power walk away from the burgeoning traffic jam that Satoru was causing, and he follows behind, “why do they all stare anyway? They know you're a yakuza, don’t they?”

“Part of the draw,” he shrugs, the hiss of his own soda filling the air as he pops it open, “everyone wants what they can’t have, but don’t worry, I only have eyes for you, sweetheart,” you grimace as he sips at his soda, raising an eyebrow, “so what can’t you have?”

You both finally reach the heart of the city, bustling with people left and right — the one thing you couldn’t get used to from the quieter life you led, “Some peace and quiet, apparently,” you adjust your bag on your shoulder in a tighter grip, if only you could lose him in this crowd and be done with all this shit, but it wasn’t that simple, and then it occurs to you, “did you put a tracker on me as well?”

“Nah, I just used Suguru’s,” he smiles, as he downs the rest of his drink with his head thrown back, before crushing the can in his hand and tossing it away in the recycling bin nearby, “plus, I didn’t have time, been busy with other things, unfortunately,”

“What things have you—”

And you’re suddenly tugged into an alleyway, an arm around your neck and a hand clamped over your mouth, “Don’t struggle, it will only make it more difficult for you,” the man whispers in your ear, as another two men draw closer to your sides, “we’ll kill you if you do,”

You can’t scream, but you don’t need to — because the man who grabbed you screams first.

“Who the fuck are—” and he screams, his hands slipping from your side, the thump of his body against the pavement making you flinch, as you slowly turn to find Gojo, as he only glares at the other men, before his gaze slides to you, softening with a smile.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay, come here,” and you swallow, before taking shaky steps to his side, and he’s pulling you behind him, “wait here,”

It happens far too quickly.

Or maybe it’s just a blur now. Because now he’s beaten the three men into submission, their scarlet blood splattering against his uniform, the wet squelch of their flesh as he punches and kicks them, his shoe digging into their sides. He winds his fist back again.

“That’s enough,” you say hoarsely, swallowing thickly, “they’re barely alive,”

“More than they deserve,” he mutters, before sighing and grabbing one by his shirt, fabric straining against the dead weight of the man, and pulls him close, his hand connecting with his face as he slaps him awake, “You hear me? Listen,” he shakes him, until the man’s eyes blink open, bleary, “You see me? Don’t forget my face. You touch her again — and it’s the last thing you’ll see before the afterlife, got that?”

“Yes,” the man slurs.

“That’s my girl,” he jerks his head at you, “she’s mine and if you or any of your stupid friends or family see her, don’t talk or touch her, much less even look at her,” and his lips curl again, “or I promise my family and the Geto family will slaughter you — until there’s nothing left.” and he drops the man onto the ground, “let’s go,” he mutters, shaking the blood off his knuckles, before using the inside of his uniform jacket to wipe the rest off.

“Your uniform, it's—” and he glances at the blood seeping into the fabric of his jacket and crisp shirt, and you’re digging through your bag, “I have my hand towel and some—” and he’s shaking his head.

“I have a sweatshirt I can wear in my bag,” and he’s tugging off his uniform jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, and you can’t look away fast enough — not before seeing the tattoo littering his back.

A large lion against his back, seemingly roaring, against a backdrop of bamboo, stared back at you, as your breath catches in your throat — he wasn’t just a spoiled heir, he was a real yakuza. And what he did to those men — his eyes met yours again, as he tugged the sweatshirt on, lips still in that ridiculous smile — it was likely the least of what he could really do to them.

“Oh, sorry, guess I never told ya,” he pulls the orange sweatshirt down, pulling a pair of sunglasses on, and your horrified expression in the circular black rims stare back at you, “sorry for scaring you, sweetheart,”

“You’re really—” you cut off, heart caught in your throat. Yeah, you had spent too much of your life surrounded by men covered in tattoos, but these two — their auras — were on another level that was simply — terrifying.

“A yakuza?” he finishes, peering at you over the rim of his sunglasses, “Surprised it took you this long to figure out — thought you had that pieced together a while ago — what? I assume your family shielded you from that kind of violence — probably had guards on you 24/7 so no one would mess with you. Well you aren’t in Osaka anymore,” his fingers intertwined with yours, his larger hand engulfing yours as he tugs you along away from the alley, the faint groans of the men disappearing into the ambient noise of the city, “Stay close, princess.”

And you flushed, biting your lip. There was a lot you didn’t know, but you knew you better learn — you spare one glance back at the alley — and quick.

~~~

You both arrive back to the compound, as you’re funneled into a room, you get a glimpse of Suguru in an adjacent hallway, his clothes as bloodied as Satoru’s was, if not more. His dark eyes catch yours and his lips curl, as he holds his hand up as a greeting, mouthing, “Yo,”

You’re shepherded away to sit, and soon enough, Satoru and Suguru join you, as you fidget in the middle of the room, the three of you sit on cushions, while another cushion directly in front of you. Your fingers can't help but toy with the ribbon on the front of your uniform — what if this was just a ruse to sell you off? Maybe they even found out about you selling your kidney? Anxiety swirled in your mind, dragging down your body to even the tips of your toes, your body buzzing and stinging with thoughts.

“This really is just a talk to discuss the missing Yakuza heiress,” Suguru cuts through your thoughts, as you stare at him, slack jawed, and he only shrugs, leaning back against his hands flat on the floor, “you’re not hard to read, sweetheart,”

“Besides, if we wanted to kill you, why not let you die in that alleyway?” Satoru chimes in, ever so helpful, as you glare at him, before his gaze slides to Suguru, “did you take care of that like I asked, Suguru?” and he nods, and before you can ask a question, the door slides open.

Instead of the heads of the household, a yakuza comes in, sunglasses stare back at you, his dark brown hair slicked back, shaved on the sides of his head, as he stared down at the three of you, “The heads won’t be able to make it to this meeting — something has come up,”

“Yaga, good to see you,” Suguru chirps, while Satoru only sighs, hands behind his head.

“Glad to see you haven’t gotten yourself killed since you’ve been away, old man—“ and Satoru earns a fist to his head, “ow!”

“Keep it up and you’ll get something worse than a whack to the head,” Yaga grumbles, taking his seat, “you must be the girl,” he eyes you up and down, “I’ll get straight to the point — the Akazawa heiress is missing. She’s assumed to be kidnapped,” he hands you a photo of her — shoulder length black hair, her eyes look past the camera, her head tilted downwards, but her hazel eyes pierce through the picture.

“How long has she been gone?” Suguru asks, “any chance that she just ran off?”

“There’s a chance she’s been sold off for a couple hundred thou,” Satoru remarks, crossing his arms, “people would pay a premium for a yakuza heiress,” and his eyes slide to you, and you glare back.

“We don’t know — maybe she ran off, maybe she’s been sold, maybe there’ll be a ransom coming in at one point or another, or maybe she’s dead—” and you bite your lip, “but we can’t take the risk, especially since we have a similar heiress under our care now,” Yaga says, crossing his arms with a hefty sigh, “that being said, you’ll be staying at the compound until further notice— your things have already been brought here,“ you gape at him, mouth nearly hanging open, “and you’ll have Satoru or Suguru with you at all times — their schedules have been rearranged to have class with you,”

“But—“ and Yaga shoots a look at you that silences your protests.

“These orders came from the three heads, including your grandfather, would you like to defy them?” And your mouth clamps shut, your head falling.

“No, sir,” Yaga rises, leaving, but not before ordering the two heirs to show you where you’ll be staying, “and any real threats to you appear, and your classes will be made online and you will remain under guard in the compound,” Yaga adds before disappearing behind another door.

“It won’t be that bad, Princess,” Suguru grins, as they walk you to your room, “now we can really get to know each other before we’re married,”

“Don’t you mean before we’re married?” Satoru says, as Suguru only smiles back at him.

“I would rather not marry you, Satoru, dating you for a week was enough—“ and Satoru opens his mouth to reply.

“I’m not marrying either of you,” you rub your head, feeling the beginnings of a headache creeping on your temples — you barely could make it through the day with enduring the amount of insanity these two already inflicted, you were sure you’d murder one or both of them if you had to spend 24/7 with them, “we should be keeping a low profile from now on, not going out—”

“Except for the dates we have planned,” Satoru says, offering you the key to your room, and you unlock the door, stepping inside.

“Especially not for those.” And you slam the door shut and lock it.

Your eyes take in the boxes that surround you, full of the things from your apartment, and sigh.

Fuck, this really was your life now, wasn’t it?

~~~

“Why are you staring at me?” you can’t ignore Suguru’s stare in the subway, even when you refuse to meet it. The light from the windows flooded into the subway, flickering as the carts sped by, as the two of you hung onto the grab handles. Your usual peaceful ride to university was now impeded by Suguru who stood by your side, his eyes seemingly glued to you.

“I see that your left side is slower to respond than your right,” and you shift under his gaze, “that’s why your bag is always on your left side, so you can spot a threat easier and have a stronger grip, smart,”

You raise an eyebrow, “How did you figure that out?”

He shrugs, “From observation — I also move a little slower on my left — I even blink slower,” and you face him, staring into his eyes, trying to notice any difference between the two eyes. The only thing you could see is how pretty they really were — dark and lidded, not as bright or striking as Satoru’s, but just as mysterious.

“I can’t tell,” you tilt your head, and he only smiles.

“There isn’t a difference, but I got you to stare into my eyes, didn’t I?” and you glower at him, your remark cut off by the influx of people flooding into the cart. Fuck, you never had seen it this full before. You forced yourself not to cringe under the tight quarters — you could handle this, it wasn’t a big deal, even as the people sandwiched themselves all around you, anxiety biting at your nerves. And then you’re knocked around by the crowd as the cart jerks, but then, Suguru is pulling you lightly so your back is pressed against a wall and he’s caging you in, his body protecting you.

Your breath catches — he’s so close, “You don’t have to—” and your gazes meet again, your breath catching, your bag caught between your bodies. He’s nearly pressed against you, the heat from his form seeps into your own. And he smells good, despite the sticky heat of the summer lingering — something musky but sharp at the same time — what was that scent?

“You seemed uncomfortable,” he says, his hand holding onto the grab handle above, “this seemed like the easiest solution, especially so I can protect you — it would be much easier to shield you with my body this way,”

“Shut up,” you grumble, as he chuckles, before you’re sighing, “I’m not used to taking the subway — I used to have a car that took me back and forth,” you chew your lip, “I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t take care of myself,”

“Makes sense to have you driven — as a yakuza heiress, they wanted precautions,” Suguru nods, his eyes sliding around the cart, “you never know,”

“Is that why your eyes keep scanning the subway cart?” you raise an eyebrow.

And his lips curl, “I did say I’d protect you with my life, didn’t I?”

“Did you mean that?”

A chuckle escaped his lips, a noise that makes your breath catch, as the cart jerks again, pressing you both even closer, “I never say anything that I don’t mean, princess.”

~~~

“Is following me around really necessary even after classes?” you hadn’t bothered to pull your usual disappearing act — it was counterproductive in multiple ways (the first being that either of them would find you and the second being you had to be glued to one of their sides at all times), “it’s not like someone is going jump from the shadows and kidnap me on campus.”

“You don’t know that for sure, do you, princess?” Satoru drawls lazily, as he twirls his dinner knife around his fingers with a skill that said he’d done it a million times before — probably instead of doing the thing he was supposed to be doing, “a man comes up behind you while you’re studying or shopping, presses a weapon or gun to your side, just out of view, and he’s got the perfect hostage,”

You raise an eyebrow, “You sound like you’ve done it before,” and the knife stops between his middle finger and pointer, the tip pointed at you, as he looks at you over the rim of his sunglasses.

“Don’t get jealous, sweetheart, you’re the only girl I’d want to kidnap,” he leans forward and swipes a mochi from your plate — even though he had already ate his own — and you scoff, as you turn your attention back to your neglected dessert, choosing to use your brain cells to focus on your food instead of this psycho.

“How lucky,” you mutter, as you stab your remaining mochi instead of your escort, “do the two of you have to take shifts like this? I’m surprised the two of you aren’t glued to my sides 24/7 together,”

“We thought it was only fair the two of us split our time — and as much as I’d like to spend each and every hour with you, we both unfortunately have other responsibilities to tend to,” and he takes a bite of the mochi, “plus, this way, we get to spend time with you alone without the other interfering, and trust me, if I saw you with Suguru,” his lips curl, “I’d interfere,”

“Well you don’t have to be worried about that, because I don’t plan on being with either one of you,” you reply, “I’m here to finish school and go home as soon as I can,”

“You won’t be saying that once I make you fall for me,”

You get to your feet, as you pull out your wallet — but Satoru waves you off, already pulling out his card for the waiter, “You’d have a better chance making me fall for you if you tripped me,” you roll your eyes, as you round the booth, and quick as a light, you trip right into his arms, your body bumping against his chest as his arms steady you. A hand tilts your face up to meet cerulean eyes filled with mirth, “did you trip—”

And then you spot the chair leg you had tripped over oh-so-gratefully, “I don’t need to resort to those measures to make you fall for me, princess,” his finger traces your jaw with a featherlight touch, “I have plenty of other ways to do that,”

You get to your feet properly and shove him away, as he chuckled, as you rolled your eyes, “Maybe in your twisted dreams, but—” And Satoru is tugging you away from the booth — a tight arm around you waist, as you stammer, “what the fuck are you—”

“Guy’s been following you — just spotted him from a distance,” he murmurs, and your shoulders tense, resisting the urge to look back, “just keep walking with me, don’t worry,” his arm gently squeezed you, “won’t let anything happen to you, princess,”

“Don’t call me that,” you murmur, as he leads you back inside the closest building, “where are we—” and he’s pulling out his phone, texting several people.

“Getting us a ride in case I need to get you to safety, and letting Suguru know of the situation,” he offers you a small grin, “I could send you back, but that would be that and you will be on lockdown. Things might be getting a little more interesting from here — so it’s your choice, will you stay or go?”

You considered your choices — you could run away from this, go back to the compound, but going back was a guarantee that you would be stuck 24/7 in the compound and stuck there for the remainder of your time here. And these two would take full advantage of that. Plus, your mind wandered to the girl who had been taken — you wanted to know more about what happened to her and why you were being targeted next.

“Let’s go,” and his lips curl. The two of you round several street corners, Satoru’s arm remains tight around your waist, as he leads to a more and more secluded corner of the city, “is this the right move?” your hand wanders into your pocket, fingers around your collapsible pole.

He sighs dramatically, “Do you have such little faith in me, sweetheart?”

“Considering the two of you are insane, yes, I do,” and he clicks his tongue at you, “where—”

And someone punches you, fist connecting with your left cheek as you stumble sideways into the wall of a nearby building. You hear the cock of a gun, your eyes catch sight of the weapon pointed at Satoru. You caught a glimpse as your eyes flicker open, several men stand behind him, all bearing weapons of some sort.

Your ears ring, as you clutch at your head, as you struggle to get your balance, your vision in your left eye blurry from the impact, “Come with me, and your girlfriend won’t have to watch you die,” you feel something warm run down your nose, and you touch it — scarlet stains your fingers.

Fuck.

Your eyes flicker back to where Satoru stands, eyes flickering to you, a shiver running down your spine at his hard gaze — not a hint of euphoria left — his lips a thin line, and his fists clenched, “I’ll fucking kill you,” his words leave in a whispered hiss, and quick as lightning, the gun is knocked from his fingers, and Satoru’s got him pinned down, fist winding back to punch his head in. The other men don’t hesitate to join the fray, just as Satoru doesn’t hesitate to take them down, blood spilling from their bodies as they fall one by one.

You said you would be stronger — that you wouldn’t let this happen again. You weren’t some person who needed to be sheltered away. Your fingers clutched at the pole in your pocket, pulling it out, as you slowly uncollapsed it — you were a yakuza heir, just as much as these two were.

One of them got up to shaky feet, lifting up his knife to stab Satoru from behind, “DIE!” and you slam into his side, hitting over the head with the pole — a grisly crack as the pole nearly snaps against his skull.

“Fuck off and die!” the words leave your lips as you taste your own blood dripping from your nose. And you can feel Satoru turn to see you, eyes wide as he stares — your words burn as much as your head hurts, as you wipe the blood from your nose.

And the men are all down now, as Satoru walks over to you, and his fingers reach gently for your face, as he examines the blood dripping, “it’s just a nosebleed,” you say, and his gaze softens ever so slightly, before darkening, as a groan comes from the man that punched you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” your heart flutters at his gentle touch, the calluses of his fingers against your cheek, as he pulls tissues from his pocket to wipe the blood from your nose.

And his eyes linger on your face for a moment, before he turns to the culprit, fingers clenched tightly around the napkin soaked in your blood.

He drags the man up by the collar, shaking him, a gurgled groan leaving his bloody lips, “You might want to go, sweetheart — I have to make sure I let this one die for ever laying a hand on my woman—“ and you clasp your hand on his shoulder, shaking your head.

“He’s half dead already — you don’t need to finish the job,” and he pouts, shaking the man again for good measure.

“You said he should die—“

You shrug, “People like this aren’t worth the trouble of killing. And you don’t need more problems on your hands — so if you’re doing this for me, don’t bother. Let’s just go,”

And you see his lips slowly curl into a grin, as he pulls you into a hug, arms around you waist, as he runs his fingers through your hair gingerly, “I didn’t realize you cared, sweetheart,” and you frown, “don’t want me getting in more trouble, huh? If it’s for you, I’ll oblige, but you owe me one,” and his fingers slide under your chin.

“Oi, is the party over without me?” A familiar voice calls, Suguru walks over, several other Yakuza in tow, his sleeves rolled up, as he takes a once over of the situation, seemingly uninterested in the scum, his eyes falling on you and Satoru, lingering on the blood that still was trickling from your nose. His eyes narrowed, “which one—”

“It’s already taken care of, Suguru,” Satoru rubs the back of his head, “but for your information,” he kicks the one who had punched you in his side, forcing him to roll over, a slight groan escaping his lips, “that’s the one who hurt her,”

Suguru nodded, stepping over the bodies as if it was nothing more than a spill that had been yet to be cleaned up, as his hand brushes over your chin softly, drawing close, a sharp gasp leaving your lips when his fingers decide to travel to your nose, “It’s not broken, just bleeding, but I should still get her checked out at the compound,”

“You?” Satoru furrows his brow, “you’re going to leave me—”

“To clean up your own mess? Yes, I am,” Suguru smiles, “because it’s my turn to keep watch,” as he shows his watch, already well past midnight, “and I should be getting her back to the compound,” the two glare at each other, a tension settling over the scene that you were far too done with.

You sigh, stepping past both of them, walking over the bodies splayed out on the floor, “Let me know when you both decide,” you yawn, hands in your pockets now, “I need sleep,” and Suguru follows behind, and you don’t see him turn to smirk at Satoru.

~~~~

You swore someone was watching you.

A presence loomed over you, hovering slightly, as you shifted in your sleep, a sigh parting your lips as you turned, still caught between in realms of deep sleep as you drifted in and out, eyes fluttering open a moment, and caught sight of a shadow.

No, it was nothing. It was nothing. And then you’d wake to sunlight filtering through your windows, eyes fluttering open, but you would still wake with the lingering touch of someone else against your face.

But each morning you’d check the locks, and it would be locked, with no signs of tampering — and you’d be left wondering if it was a dream or not.

It had been like this for the last week — you’d sense a presence, for a split second of what you thought was consciousness, and then it would be morning again.

And finally, you decided to stay awake, a knife you had pilfered away from the kitchen under your pillow. You let your eyes drift shut, drifting in and out of a half sleep, until you hear it.

The slow slide of the door opening, and the soft close of the door behind. The person takes nearly soundless steps towards you, before leaning above you and you feel the faint brush of hair against your skin, before leaning back with a quiet sigh.

Suguru?

And his fingers slide through your hair softly. He watches over you, quietly, until you turn to face him, eyes open.

“You know it’s really creepy to break into a woman’s room in the middle of the night,” and Suguru blinks, before his lips curl in a small smirk, “and it’s even weirder when you just sit there to watch her sleep,”

“Just trying to make sure you’re safe, sweetheart,”

“In a locked room?” And he shrugs.

“I broke in easily,” and you scoff, as he rakes his own fingers through his hair, “who else would keep an eye on you?”

You sit up, crossing your arms, “Surprised you and Satoru aren’t in here,”

“We take turns,” and you stare at him, as he leans back against the wall, “all we do is keep watch princess — would you have let us in otherwise?”

You open and shut your mouth, before you find words again amidst the haze of frustration, “I’m not so fucking helpless that you both need to sit here and watch me sleep,”

“We have been doing this since the threats began nearly and you only noticed recently,” he points out, his eyes catching the faint light of the moon, as cautious and patient as Suguru was — his expression as indiscernible as a new moon was, “and it’s only because Satoru had gotten sloppy,” he shrugs.

You rub at your temples, “you’re not the only one who is a yakuza—“

Suguru tilts his head, “Princess, you don’t know what it means to be one — not even your fingers have never been bloodied, and it should stay that way—“

Your fingers close around the handle of the knife as you lunge at him — you snapped. You were tired — tired of the men in your life running your life — your grandfather, these yakuza heads, and these two idiots — all of them treating you as if you were spineless.

And you weren’t.

His hand darts out — and it happens quickly. The knife clatters against the hardwood, and he’s pinned you underneath him.

You glare, embarrassment licks at your cheeks like flames — you had placed your fingers on the stovetop and what were you expecting other than to get burned? You can’t meet his gaze, and you’re expecting another lecture or sanctimonious attitude, but instead, his fingers skim your cheek, “You should pick your battles wisely, sweetheart — because not all of them will let you off the hook,” and he leans close, breath warming your lips, as your eyes can’t help but squeeze shut.

Only to wince after a sharp flick to your forehead.

And his weight leaves you at once, your head turning to find him examining the knife you had stolen, “You should also choose a better weapon than a kitchen knife — especially one as dull as this one,”

You scowl at him, “Well, how else will I defend myself?”

And he smiles, shrugging, “Isn’t it simple? Use the weapons already at your disposal,”

Your brow knots together, “What weapons?” And his hand is sliding the door open, as he casts one more glance over his shoulder, lips curled in that insufferable smile.

“The ones sworn to you.”

~~~~

“You’re staying home tomorrow from class,” the thermometer is plucked from between your lips, the white haired yakuza scrutinizing your room, cerulean eyes catching the pile of tissues you had failed to stuff properly in your trash bin, “how long have you had this, Princess?”

You lay bedridden and pouting as you draw the covers over your face — you had not been feeling well this whole weekend, but you developed a fever last night. You thought it would be gone by the morning, “Just since this morning,” and he’s tugging the covers away, his brow wrinkled, and then you see it, bandages on his forehead, “when did you get hit on the head?”

And he blink, fingers running through his hair, “This? It’s nothing,” and you raise an eyebrow, “if you must know, it’s just my punishment for taking you into the thick of things the other day,”

Your brow wrinkles, “Who—“

He waves you off, “It’s not important — the important thing is that you get better — can’t have my future wife succumbing to the flu, now can I?” And you scoff.

“I’m not your future wife,” you mumble, and you hear a small chuckle from him. And then your muscles begin to grow heavy, eyelids fluttering shut under the weight of exhaustion, and your skin feeling far too cold for your burning insides, “Gojo, I’m not—“

And you slip into darkness.

You can feel the world around you move, the sounds of wind brushing against your skin, and the flicker of lights in your eyes. Your lips part, a desert inside your mouth with no oasis in sight, “where—“

A voice quietly shushes you, fingers raking through your hair gently, lulling you back to sleep. Was it your grandfather? No, he never coddled you like this. Not even he had his yakuza to look after. You were expected to care for yourself —- you couldn’t show weakness.

Not as an heir — even if you were just a kid.

And when you do wake for a moment, it’s with some prodding, a voice whispering for you to open your mouth at the press of a medicine cap to your lips, and your eyes flutter open to catch a glimpse of blue eyes — so you do, swallowing it with water.

You fall into the arms of sleep again, only waking to your head slightly aching, and a distinct void in your stomach. You reach around blindly for your phone, and find that it’s still Sunday, nearly the evening. Your eyes adjust as your gaze spots the last glimmers of the sunset in the window.

How long have you slept? Like four hours? You sighed, slumping back into bed, as you stretched. Your fingers pressed to your forehead, still a slight fever, but it was definitely lower. Maybe you could sleep for a bit longer, and you turn on your side only to find a familiar, not-so familiar sight. Your lips can’t help but curl a little. Again there is someone in your room, but instead as your eyes flutter open you see that Satoru has dozed off.

You hold back a chuckle, as you slowly get up, drawing a little closer. His head was against the wall, slightly tilted, soft breaths leaving his lips, arms crossed. He had a prescription medicine next to him along with a water bottle. Your fingers reach for the medicine, and you glance it over — seeing that it was prescribed earlier today for you.

Your brows knit together, when did you—and then it comes back to you slowly — the lights, the sound of wind and cars — he drove you to a hospital. And his shoulder starts to slip

And then you reach for him, trying to make sure he didn’t hurt himself.

That’s when he grabs you — his eyes fly open, as he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you close, his hard topaz gaze cuts through you, until it slowly fills with recognition. His fingers digging into your wrist loosen ever so slightly, as he blinks.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart,” but his fingers don’t leave your wrist, “are you feeling better?”

“I am,” you admit, as his other hand reaches up to brush against your forehead and then neck, sending hest crawling up your skin for a different reason.

“Looks like the medicine worked,” he sighs, leaning back, “guess I can scratch beating up that doctor off my list,” and you furrow your brow, “it was a joke, Princess,”

“Why did you take me?” You asked and he tilted his head, “I mean you could have had me looked at here, so why did you—“

“As much as my father pays for these services, they don’t work weekends, usually — we do have an on-call physician, but,” he shrugs, as his thumb brushed back and forth against your wrist, right where your pulse was, “I didn’t want to wait,”

And your eyes slide to the bandages around his head, “but you couldn’t get that checked out?”

“Worried about me? I’m touched, Princess,” and your fingers reach for the bandages and brush against his locks, “hey, you—“

“It’s coming loose,” you lean over and slide your hands until you find where it’s coming undone and tie it tighter, fingers brushing against his soft locks — noting the undercut you hadn’t noticed before, “there,”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, as your eyes meet his and your breath catches, your face an inch or two from his. And he looks different in the dark of the room, illuminated by the last vestiges of sun that were quickly fading into the night — softer.

“Why did you take care of me?” And he blinks a moment, taken aback and he tilts his head, “someone else could have—“

“I wanted to,” he cuts you off gently, “why would I let someone else do it when I could? It was the least I could do,” and it was your turn to tilt your head, as he adds in a whisper, “I let you get hurt. I should have sent you home,”

“If you had tried, I would have stayed anyway,” and he chuckles.

“I know,” he murmurs, “and I know what it’s like to tough through things as if you’re invincible — as if nothing can touch you — and it’s only a matter of time until it does,” and your fingers brush against the bandages on his head, as you dare closer, less than a breath away.

“Maybe I should make you take your own advice,” you whisper, and his lips quirk upwards in a smirk.

“I’d love to see you try, Princess,” he adds with a grin, “you know I’d love to submit to you anyti—“

And you swallow the rest of his sentence with your lips, a chaste brush that leaves your entire body burning for more — a spark to kindling that you told yourself you wouldn’t start. But, your lips part his to see his soft gaze meeting your own, before finding your lips again, how could you not?

“I’m going to get you sick,” you manage between kisses, lips meeting and parting, as he chuckles against you, a vibration sending a shiver that definitely wasn’t from your fever.

“You’re worth it, Princess,” but he kisses you one last time, noses brushing, before your stomach rumbles loudly in the relative silence of both of your soft pants. You flush, and he can’t hold back his laugh, as you smack his shoulder.

“Shut up, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, thanks to someone,” and he’s still laughing as you try to smack him again, but he catches you by the wrist.

“Don’t forget, I really like it when you punish me,” his lips press to your wrist, your breath catching for a moment before you hit him again on the chest regardless. And he laughs, leaning on his hand, “oh what will I do with you, sweetheart?”

You scowl at him, rolling your eyes, “You can start by getting me dinner,” you grumble, and he repents, getting to his feet, “Satoru?” And he pauses, eyes flickering back, “thank you,” you manage, biting your lip all the whole, unable to meet his eyes or see the smile on his lips.

“Anytime, Princess.”

~~~~

You hadn’t seen Suguru or Satoru all week.

Once a sought after rarity l, but now a foreboding concern. Satoru had been away on business — you didn’t care to know what, but you knew he’d come back only more clingy than ever. You chewed on your lip — especially after the kiss.

Fuck. You kissed Satoru, you buried your face in your hands, what the fuck were you doing? Could you use the excuse that your fever had rendered you momentarily insane? No, Satoru would only crack a joke saying that he’s crazy for you too.

What was your plan? You were only trying to bide your time for a year — not become further entangled

You lay back on your bed, as you scroll through your phone — but Suguru was a different story. You heard from Satoru that he had returned. Yet now there was some random yakuza checking in each hour — and even worse, keeping you confined to the compound.

And a small part of you did worry for them as you tossed your phone aside — those fools may have death wishes but that didn’t mean you wished the same.

You leave your room, sighing as you explore the compound. You had done your fair share of exploring, but you had never wandered into Suguru or Satoru’s quarters. You had been told by each of them where their rooms were, only for you to glare at them for providing you the implication. But now…maybe it was useful.

You walked through the halls — seemed like most people were away at the moment. When Satoru had captured those people who had attacked you both, there was information learned about who was targeting you and of where that girl who was taken could possibly be. But it’s not like you were able to find that information out — unless you went looking yourself.

Satoru and Suguru’s rooms were close to each other’s — but Satoru’s room was locked, as you tugged at the door to no avail. You glared at the handle as if it was the white haired idiot itself, before turning to Suguru’s door.

You pressed your ear to the door, it was silent, not a single noise inside. You pull at the door and it opens. You step inside — the room is neat, a desk in the corner, along with a bed on the opposite side, but not much else. There were a few other things — a dresser with a few containers tucked beside it and a small bookcase against the wall near the desk lined with books on each shelf.

It wasn’t what you expected — though you didn’t know what to expect. You stepped into the room, glancing around, as you approached the desk first. You rifle through the papers, finding nothing relevant — only papers from class and a few scattered notes that had nothing but addresses and initials scribbled.

And then the door opens, you freeze, before you slowly turn to see Suguru, his clothes tattered, blood dripping from his arms and soaked through his white button up. His gaze is dark and heavy, until he finds your eyes, his brow wrinkled.

“What are you doing?” no ‘sweetheart’ or ‘Princess’ — just a question.

“I was looking—“ but you bite your lips, as you watch his shoulders slump, “what happened—“

And he draws closer, as you slowly take steps back, until he’s looming over you, his arm pressed above you, “Princess, you shouldn’t get involved in these things, unless you want to end up like this,” and the smell of death rolls off of him, the heaviness of his gaze could drag you down to the depths of hell — but you didn’t care.

“Sit down,” and he blinks, before you’re pressing him onto the bed, “I’m going to get a first aid kit and some bandages,”

“Sweetheart—“ but you’re already out of the room, returning with a first aid kit and bandages, “where did you—“

“Well after that first time Satoru and I got jumped by those people, I figured it would be good to stock up on things,” you pull out scissors and tape, and you dampen a washcloth you had stored in the kit with a water bottle you had grabbed. “Take off your shirt,” he hesitates, “getting shy?”

Suguru’s lips curl, before he sighs, unbuttoning his shirt, “You know I rather you hurt me than take care of me,” and you scoff, as you busy yourself with preparing the materials to tend to him.

“Well it looks like someone else already did that for you,” and your eyes meet with his bare chest, the red and black ink of his tattoos encroached onto his shoulders, but more than that — bruises bloomed on different parts of his body, scars from old wounds of various ages littered his skin, and dried and fresh scarlet clung to his skin from fresh cuts.

You take the washcloth, slowly starting to run it over his body, the white cloth marred with his blood, he doesn’t flinch even as it cleans his cuts or wounds.

“Why are you doing this?” And your eyes meet his, his amethyst eyes cut through you.

“Because you’re hurt,”

“Just because I’m hurt doesn’t mean you have to help,” you sigh, as you urge him to turn so you can clean his back next, the sight of his tattoo on his back unsurprising now as you continue to clean it.

“Doesn’t mean you don’t have to either,” he gives a soft chuckle, “what’s your goal here sweetheart?” You urge him to turn again, as you begin to clean the blood from his arms.

“Do I need to have a goal?” And he turns to face you, leaning even closer, as his black locks fall in his eyes.

“Everyone has one — didn’t you have one for coming in here?” And your hesitation is all the answers he needs, “curious about what’s going on with those people after you, huh?”

There wasn’t any use lying now, “Wouldn’t you be?”

“I would be, but I wouldn’t get caught, now would I?” and you scoff, as his lips curl, “we have been tracking the group that we suspect has the heiress, and we have been interrogating the people that you and Satoru secured,” ‘secured’ — more like nearly murdered by the way Satoru acted.

“And where were you?”

He sighed, “Dealing with some loose ends — and some other business that my father had me deal with,” and he adds, “I had to make sure a message got out — so no one would ever attack you like that again,”

And why does your heart squeeze at the thought, “Why are you so willing to tell me?” And your hands begin to clean and wipe his palms. And you set the washcloth down, beginning to bandage some of the larger cuts and wounds, and his fingers intertwined with yours, as you glance up.

“Because you deserve the truth,” he shrugs, “and even if I lie, you’ll figure it out, so why not tell you to begin with?” And he leans even closer, fingers skimming your cheek, “plus I don’t keep secrets from my future wife,”

“I’m not marrying you,” but you don’t pull away, as he’s even closer now.

“Well, you said never before — and I’ve worn you down to a ‘not’ — it’s only a matter of time,” and his words make you want you to pull away, to scoff at his words and leave, but you don’t.

Why can’t you?

“And I thought Satoru was the one full of himself—“ and his lips find yours, his kiss was more insistent, his fingers find your jaw, featherlight before it finds purchase on the back of your neck. You could taste the faint taste of blood, lingering on his lips,

“And you also thought Satoru was a good kisser,” he smirks, as his lips ghost down your jaw, nose brushing against your cheek, as you pause — how did he— “well now you know what a good kisser is actually like,”

Your eyebrows knit together, “Geto—”

“Suguru,” he corrects you, he tilts his head, his thumb cupping your chin, and your lips find the other’s, his forehead pressed to yours. Then his phone rings, and the moment’s broken. He pulls away just as fast, as he turns to answer his phone, “Hello?” he listens, a man’s voice on the other end, “I understand, okay.” and the call ends, as he offers a smile to you, “I have to deal with some business, but I’ll be back later. And then it looks like I’ll be your escort while Satoru is away.”

“What business—” but he’s brushing past you, going to his wardrobe to grab a fresh shirt, buttoning it swiftly, before pulling on another jacket, as he turns to glance at you over his shoulder.

“You know better than to ask me that,”

“But you said you would be honest,” and he shrugs his shoulders, a smirk on his lips, as he heads out of the room.

“I didn’t say when.”

~~~~

“We have to tell her,” Satoru stood, hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall of the compound. Suguru clicks his lighter again, flicking it on and off — he had quit a few months ago when you had told him that you hated the smell. And he didn’t miss it, but he still carried the lighter — old habits die hard, “the pictures we got — they are getting better at tracking her without us noticing. And these other fires we’re being sent out to deal with — it’s leaving us with less time to protect her,”

“Do you have to?” Suguru asked, flicking his lighter closer, the silver outside glinting in the low light of the moon, “isn’t it safer for her to stay in the dark for now?”

“Staying in the dark doesn’t mean she won’t put herself in danger one way or another without us knowing,” Satoru shrugs, “she said even if I had sent her home that day that those men were after her, she would have came after me,”

Suguru gives a terse chuckle, “I don’t doubt that she would,” he sighs, gaze towards the inky darkness of the sky, dotted with faint stars that he couldn’t see but knew were there — just as these threats were, “if she found out that her grandfather was threatened too? There’s no way she would wait,”

“So what do we do?” Satoru scratched the back of his head, “we could send her back home — she might be safer there than here,”

“Her grandfather told us—“

“I know, but what choice do we have, Suguru?” he sighs, and Suguru can’t help but quirk his lips.

“You know if we do this, we may have to fight her grandfather to stay engaged with her,” And Satoru smiles, shrugging.

“I know, but we can handle it, can’t we?” Satoru leans back, “we’ll just have to fight him on it. Why? Are you afraid?”

Suguru gives a short chuckle, “Since when have you known me to be afraid of anything?” And he turns his gaze towards the door, “so when should we tell her?”

But they don’t notice that you’re pressed against the door, your fists clenched. And they were right about one thing — you wouldn’t wait.

~~~~

CRACK!

Fuck, your eyes burned as you tried to open them, the sharp pain in the back of your head radiating all over, as your eyelids refused to open. What happened? You tried to hold your head, only to have your wrists strain against something rough — rope? The fibers dig into your wrists as you try to stand, only to find them bound to something else.

“Finally awake?” it was a woman’s voice — and your eyes still can’t quite open — fuck, this wasn’t part of your plan, “take your time, they said they wanted you in pristine condition so I can’t have you falling apart on me later on,” she scoffs, her footsteps receding away, and you could hear the quiet murmurs of other voices — men, by the baritone.

Your eyes burned as you adjusted to opening them, still fighting the urge to flutter them shut under the pain. The dim light swung overhead, a warehouse from the bare floors and even barer walls and ceilings overhead, barely illuminated in the flickering exposed lightbulbs hanging over the middle of the room.

“Where am I?” You choked out, voice wavering in a way that made you want to grit your teeth and chide yourself for the fear that seeped into your words.

The quiet click of heels came closer, “Don’t recognize me? Well I suppose you never did see my face in person,” and you knit your brows together as she stepped closer, leaning in far too near for your comfort, “I should thank you for your efforts in trying to find out what happened to me. It made it far easier to kidnap you,”

Her hazel eyes were even more startling in person.

“The Akawaza heiress,” you stare at her — her hair had grown a little past her shoulders now, ends slightly curling at them, “I thought—“

“I was missing? I was,” her lips curled, running her sharp lacquered nails through her black locks, “but it was my choice,” the screech of chair legs scraping against the floor makes you flinch ever so slightly, as she sits in front of you, her legs crossed, “I’m being rude — how is your grandfather?”

“Fuck off,” you spit, and she clicks her tongue.

“And here I thought you had manners, but I suppose the city’s changed you, little princess?” she hums, leaning back, wood of the chair creaking as she did, “or maybe your boyfriends did,” you say nothing, scoffing, as she sighs, “or knowing your grandfather, you probably didn’t have any to begin with,”

Rage fills your veins, lava bursting from them as the venom leaves your lips, “Don’t talk about my grandfather like that—”

“Why shouldn’t I? You never cared for the yakuza before, right? Is your grandfather not included in that equation? Or maybe it was because he kept what he did behind closed doors, and never bothered to tell you the truth,” and you’re not fast enough to stop your brow from furrowing, and she latches onto it, “Oh he didn’t tell you, did he?”

“You really love the sound of your own voice, don’t you?” you murmur, and she laughs at your remark, her nails clicking against the forearm of the chair — lacquer on wood that began to grate on your nerves, “can you get to the point of all this shit? Why the fuck am I here?”

“Because your grandfather is picking and choosing who he favors — and so I decided to take his heart, and I’ll only give her back if he gives me what I want — ” and then you see the way her lips curl and her jaw is cut, and it occurs to you.

Your grandfather had said he was a heartbreaker.

“You’re his granddaughter,” and she smirks, her nails falling still.

“Do you see the family resemblance?” she leans against her hand, elbow against the arm of her chair, “it would be nice to meet you — if I didn’t have to possibly kill you,”

“So you want to be the heiress? I never wanted to be one in the first place—”

“Do you think that matters?” she scoffs, “what matters is the choice your grandfather makes — and he’s chosen you — with no regard for the other children he has had,” her gaze falls downward, “do you know what it is like to watch your mother vye for the approval of someone who never truly cared for her in the first place?”

Your gaze falls downward, “I don’t know,” you admit, “but is all this worth this? What do you think he will even do for me?”

“He’ll meet my demands, and each hour he doesn’t, he’ll get another finger of yours,” she pulls a knife out, the blade glinting in the dim light, as she rises to her feet, your body straining back as she draws close to you, running the flat of the blade down your cheek, “should I start with your left hand or right?” she pulls the blade back, and you smile, “what—”

And you lean your head back and smash your head against her own. The crack of your skulls colliding rung in your ears, along with the knife clattering to the ground, as you felt warm droplets ran down your face, and she stumbles back, clutching at her forehead, scarlet staining her face and fingers, “It’s funny you think that I came to you without a plan — how do you think I found you?”

“It wasn’t on her own,” and a hand on her shoulder, before she’s pinned to the floor. Satoru’s eyes slide to you, a smile on his lips, as she’s struggling, trying to look for her men, “looking for your goons? Suguru has taken care of them by now, unless he needs my help,”

“Akari isn’t the only one who likes to hear herself talk,” Suguru runs his fingers through his hair, “Satoru, you haven’t even untied her,” his footsteps echoing as he approaches you, bending down to pick up Akari’s knife.

“A little busy at the moment, Suguru,” Gojo has Akari pinned with one hand, “unless you’d like her to get away,” and Suguru shrugs, as he slips the knife under your restraints and cuts them off, “are you doing alright, sweetheart?”

“I’m fine, just my head’s aching,” and Suguru pulls a cloth from his pocket, wiping the blood from your face, your eyes closing and nose wrinkling as he does, “did you call my grandfather?”

“Yeah, I don’t have a death wish,” Satoru replies as he hauls Akari up and hands her off to his associate to take her.

You get to shaky feet, “Hold on,” you walk over, grabbing Akari by the front of her blouse, silk wrinkling under your grasp, “fuck with me or my family again, and I won’t be so lenient,” you shove her off, and then you add, “but I’ll talk to my grandfather about some sort of possible arrangement for your mother,”

And then you wave the yakuza off and they take her away — assuredly to Kyoto to be dealt with by her grandfather.

“Are you really going to talk to your grandfather about her?” Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s the least he could do since he caused me to be targeted,” you grumble, rubbing your wrists, as Satoru takes his suit coat off and places it around your shoulders, before a smirk pulls at your lips.

Suguru tilts his head, smiling, “Well, how would he feel if he knew you got kidnapped on purpose?” And you shrug.

“He doesn’t need to know that.”

~~~

“I’m surprised you guys agreed to my plan,” you hiss as Satoru takes a damp cloth to clean the dried blood from your face, while Suguru is knelt, bandaging your ankles — their rough and bruised hands somehow still gentle, “I thought you would never let me wander into danger,”

“Well, we knew we had to do something when we realized you were listening to us, didn’t we, Princess?” Satoru snorted, and you could hear the smile gracing his features — even with your eyes shut — “and this was the best way to ensure you weren’t hurt,”

“Relatively,” Suguru adds, as he finishes bandaging one ankle, “did she do anything else to you?”

And Satoru’s hand pauses as they both wait for your answer, and you shake your head, “No,” and Satoru pulls the washcloth away, your eyes fluttering open to meet two skeptical gazes, “really, I’m fine,” your lips curl after the two of them look away, Satoru turning to grab a bag of ice for your forehead, while Suguru busied himself with bandaging your other ankle, “is this threat the reason my grandfather sent me to Tokyo?”

The timing had lined up — Akari had started the threats not a few months before — after she had reached legal age, the perfect age to contend for the position of successor to her grandfather. And by sending you here, your grandfather thought he was putting you out of immediate danger — but he didn’t know Akari would make her way to Tokyo.

“More or less,” Satoru sighed, as you flinched when he pressed the ice pack to your head, the condensation from the bag already clinging and dripping down your face, “the geezer wanted to find the source of the threats against you—and by sending you here, to your potential fiancés—“

“I would be safe protected twofold by two of the biggest families—“ and you blink, pulling the ice pack away from your face, “the engagements — that’s why they were leaked — it was to protect me,” you mumble, “so that means—“

“You can go home if you want, Princess,” Suguru says, looking up at you, expression as inscrutable as it always was, “the engagements were only pretense,”

“You both knew?” And Satoru sighs, scratching the back of his head, and why does it feel as if his nails are carving out a piece of your heart.

“The old coot swore us to secrecy, we didn’t have—“

“But, everything, the two of you…the engagement—it’s over,” you say slowly, gaze falling downward. You should be happy, relieved, thrilled — you could go home, what you wanted to do from the start. You could get your own apartment or transfer to a different university—and leave this behind, a bad dream washed away by the events of a new day. So why?

Why did it hurt?

“Don’t tell me you’ll actually miss us, sweetheart?” Satoru teased, a force more than anything — bittersweet worded coated in a sugary sarcasm, “because I very well may propose here and now,”

You almost scoff, but Suguru beats you to it.

“A proposal now? Seems like finishing early isn’t what you just do in bed, Satoru,” Suguru scoffs, as Satoru shoots a glare over his sunglasses, “she’s only eager to get home now isn’t she? "If she isn’t so eager,” he adds, “then she would stop the one she wants from leaving her room, wouldn’t she?”

And Suguru is slowly getting to his feet, while Satoru also turns to leave — and you don’t think—but you were sure that you truly hadn’t thought a single sane thought since you had arrived in Tokyo—

You grab at the fabric of both their shirts, fingers clutching at it, as your lips curled when they glanced back at you.

“Who said either of you could leave?”

~~~

“You’re going to have to use your words,” you murmured, fingers ghosting Satoru’s jaw, a delightful shiver parting his lips as you smiled at him, sat spread at the edge of your bed, “what do you want?” You stepped closer, between his legs, daring even closer.

“Sweetheart, you know what I—“ and a low groan leaves his throat as your fingers slide to the nape of his neck to tug at his snowy locks, “please—“

“I know you love this,” you murmur, leaning to press a kiss to his throat, smiling against his skin, “you said you wanted me to hurt you, so it looks like you’re getting your wish,” your eyes slide to the other, sat in a chair, “I know you like to watch, Suguru, so you must be enjoying yourself,” and you’re further unbuttoning Satoru’s shirt all the same — crisp white button up definitely creased and wrinkled as it fell open, tugged out from his slacks.

Suguru’s fingers flexed against the grain of the wood of the armrests, his muscles taut, his lips a tight line that only matched the fabric of his slacks straining against his erection. The corner of his mouth twitches, and you smirk.

“I didn’t hear an answer, Suguru,” and you’re placing another kiss on Satoru’s neck, a whine leaving his throat, while your eyes find Suguru’s amethyst gaze darkened to nearly black, his knuckles white against the wood, as you lean down to lick a stripe up Satoru’s neck, who bites his bottom lip.

“I’d enjoy it even more if I could touch you, or me,” Suguru adds through gritted teeth, “Princess—“

And you click your tongue, “You had such patience when you were watching me sleep — so where’s that patience now?” Your fingers graze Satoru’s erection through his slacks, and his head is falling back, as Suguru shifts in his seat, not so subtly adjusting himself.

You undo Satoru’s belt, unbuckling it with ease, as his cock slaps against his stomach, and you didn’t know it was possible for a dick to be pretty, but Satoru’s was — a deep flush settled over it, pearly beads of precum dripping from the ruby tip. And a distinct heat begins to throb between your thighs.

“You can touch yourself,” you tell Suguru, his legs twitching to get up, “but you can’t cum until I tell you can,” you run a finger up Satoru’s cock, teasing the weeping tip, a groan leaving the snowy haired man’s lips, “strip, Suguru,”

And he does, you hear the click of his belt, the sound of fabric rustling, as your fingers tease the slit of Satoru’s cock, gathering precum on your fingers, drawing a grunt from his lips. You can hear the distinct sound of Suguru spitting in his palm, his hand beginning to work at his own cock.

“Both s’good for me,” you murmur, as you stroke Satoru’s cock in earnest, the quiet moans from both their mouths sending a ribbon of need to your already dripping cunt, “can’t wait to fuck you both, make you my toys,” and you’re pressing a kiss to Satoru’s tip, his pretty, pink lips parting, as his head rolls back again, “but you’d both like that wouldn’t you? Maybe I shouldn’t let either of you cum, make you beg me all night,” as your tongue traces his lovely vein up the side of his cock, “what do you think, Toru?” And your mouth finally closes around his dick, sucking hard that draws a hiss from his lips, fingers fisted in the sheets.

And Suguru isn’t doing much better, the sounds of his hand squelching and the moans leaving his lips growing louder and louder.

“Please, Princess, I’m close, I can’t—“ and you click your tongue, a pout on your lips, as you pull away your touch, “baby, I—“

“Can’t let either of you cum so fast,” your eyes slide to Suguru, his cheeks flushed a lovely pink that reaches even his ears, as his hand slows, his cock twitching in his fingers, “gotta make you earn it. It’s only right after all the shit you put me through right?”

It’s a cycle, a cycle of you bringing them both to the edge of orgasm, only to tell them to stop. Their sweat slicked brows wrinkled, as you worked them up once again and again and again — you had lost track of how many times.

“Please, please, sweetheart,” and you knew you could get Satoru to beg, but you didn’t think it would be this easy, and you let his dick brush against your throat, as you let him fuck your throat, hips jerking, “fuuuuck, I need to—”

And you’re pulling your lips from his cock with a pop, glancing at Suguru whose black locks are beginning to come loose from their neat bun, more of a mess now than he had been fighting yakuza earlier, and all because of you.

“Suguru? Wanna cum?” you ask, smirking as his gaze raises to meet yours, a desperate look that tells you everything you need to know, “be a good boy and tell me,”

He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing, as pre drips down his knuckles, “fuck, Princess,” he’s shaking his head, “ I want to cum, please — I need—”

And your lips curl, “cum for me,” you murmur before you’re wrapping your lips around Satoru again, his tip brushing against your throat, sucking hard, his fingers finding purchase in your hair. And he’s cumming hard, his hot release slides down your throat, nails digging into your scalp, nearly never ending — even as you pull away, his cum paints your face and lips, and drips onto your clothes. His cerulean eyes glazed as he looked down at you between his legs, a string of spit and cum connecting you to his cock.

And Suguru was no better. He had cum hard all over his hand and the floor, his cock still somehow half hard, his body slumped back in the chair, as his chest heaved. His hair tie had long fallen away, his long black locks brushing against his shoulders.

You lick your lips clean of Satoru’s cum, wiping the rest away with the back of your hand, “Made such a mess,” you tsk, as you get to your feet, slipping off your shorts and shirt, before leaning down to kiss Satoru, and he’s still sensitive by the way he jolts against your touch, before melting into it, his tongue parted your lips with ease. And fuck, you hoped he couldn’t see how wet you were — nearly dripping down your thighs at this point.

And you’re pulling away, your thumb dragging down his lips, as his teeth try to catch the finger between them, but you’re too quick. You turn, a smile on your lips, you make your way over to Suguru.

You’re wiping up the mess on the floor with your shirt before kneeling, “made such a mess, Sugu,” and he’s staring at you through half lidded eyes, his fingers brushing your cheek, “did I say you could touch me?”

“You never said I couldn’t,” he murmurs, and god, his voice is far gone, raw and nearly guttural, as his fingers found purchase in your hair, “and I think I earned it after your little performance—“ and he hisses when you lean in, tip of your tongue teasing his slit and licking the dripping cum off his half hard cock, “fuck—“

“Not yet,” you smiled, as you started to lick his cock clean of his cum, “but maybe if you’re good,” he grunts as you sink is cock into your mouth, tongue swirling around his length, licking and sucking — and fuck, he was already twitching in your mouth.

And then he’s easing you off his dick with a tug of your hair, and you’re glancing up at him, a question on the tip of your tongue, but he’s swallowing it with a kiss, as his hands slip down your body to haul you nearly into his lap. Calloused palms find their way to your hips, squeezing lightly, as he pulls away, cupping your chin with his thumb.

“Suguru—” and you yelp as he picks you up with ease, placing you in Satoru’s lap whose hands wind their way around your waist, his fingers already beginning to tease your hardened buds through your bra, a gasp leaving your lips, as Suguru placed his on your neck with a smirk as he murmurs:

“Let me show you how good we can be, sweetheart.”

~~~~

“Tell us what you want, princess,” Satoru murmured in your ear, his warm breath doing nothing to help the needy heat between your thighs, the one that Suguru was knelt between, his large palms spreading you before him, “is she as wet as I think, Suguru?”

And Suguru catches your gaze, a wicked smile on his lips as he replies, “Wetter, she’s a mess, aren’t you?” you bite your lip to stop a whimper from leaving your lips as his fingers graze the growing wet patch on your panties. And your squirming only makes Satoru grunt, his erection pressed against you, the friction doing little to help either of you.

“Fuckers,” and Satoru clicks his tongue, a smile on his lips as he turns your head.

“Think I have a better use for that mouth of yours, sweetheart,” and his lips find yours, right as Suguru toys with the elastic of your panties, snapping it against your skin, Satoru swallows the small noise that escapes your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth as it does.

And god, you already can’t even think straight.

Satoru’s fingers are pushing up your bra, teasing your nipples, as Suguru pressing a kiss to your dripping cunt through your soaked underwear.

“So pretty,” Suguru murmurs, and Satoru’s lips part from yours, gaze darkening as he drags his thumb down your kiss ruined lips, and he tugs your drenched panties down, “and your cunt is even prettier, isn’t it princess?”

And you were — your gorgeous pussy was glossy with your pre, dripping all over his fingers when he parts your messy folds, “Bet she’s even tighter, isn’t she?” Satoru murmurs, as his dick twitches against your ass, “

You whine as his words warm your aching pussy, your eyes flickering downwards, as Suguru’s lips graze your inner thigh, and you already know Satoru’s pouting.

“You’re taking your goddamn time, Suguru, when do I get my chance?” He grumbles, nose brushing against your neck, as you can’t help but chuckle.

“You got your turn, and now it’s time for you to watch,” and your giggle turns to a soft gasp when his lips press a kiss to your clit, “and sweetheart, can’t wait to see how you’ll punish me for this later — because I’m not stopping until you beg me to,”

Your lips part with a reply, but he pulls a moan from your lips instead as his tongue drags up the length of your weeping entrance. God, fuck, how did you taste this good? His tongue flicked against your puffy clit, drawing lazy circles, your slick already drenching his chin and lips.

“So fucking good, baby, s’good f’me,” and your fingers are threading their way into his dark locks, pulling him even closer, his lips closing around your clit to suck, “could live in this pretty cunt,” he grunts, the tip of his tongue teasing your entrance.

Your head falls against Satoru’s shoulders, a groan fell from his lips as his cock dragged against your ass, your slick drenching his thighs and cock alike, “can’t wait to sink my cock into you, fuck,” Satoru murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt rang in his ears, and he could imagine how wet and warm you’d be once he sunk into you, inch by inch.

And he couldn’t wait — he needed to do something.

Satoru’s fingers found their way down your body, tweaking your nipple before one large palm dragged slowly down your front, until he found your clit right above Suguru’s face.

“Toru,” you gasp, as his fingers pinch your clit and Suguru glares, pulling his lips away for a moment, only to sink a finger back in insteas, drawing a moan from your lips, “Sugu—fuck—“

And it’s too much, one more touch and you’re cumming, body falling back into Satoru, as Suguru fucks you through your orgasm. Your release runs down their fingers, as Satoru lifts his hand a moment to lick his fingers clean.

God, you’re too pretty for your own good, Satoru’s eyes drag over you — your kiss ruined lips, skin shiny from your sweat, and the way your eyes were lost in an endless pool of lust.

“Suguru was right, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” Satoru grin, gently turning your head, and you’re panting, nose wrinkling ever so slightly at his words, and he tuts, “don’t believe me? Well I can fix that,” and his lips find yours again, letting you taste yourself, swallowing your moans, as Suguru continued to finger fuck you.

Suguru’s finger stretches you open, fluttering, knuckle deep, as your precum drips down his fingers.

“Remember who’s fucking this cunt, sweetheart,” and Suguru is, another finger parting your needy folds, and between Satoru rubbing your clit and Suguru’s fingers curling to find that one spot, drags against your insides, “fuck, how are we going to fit, Satoru? She’s still so tight,” Suguru grunts.

You pull your lips from Satoru’s, a whine leaving your lips, “More, please, I need—“ and a third finger joins the other two — but it’s not Suguru’s.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking soft,” Satoru groans, pressing soft kisses to your skin, only serving to make you keen at their touch, and your walls flutter around their fingers.

“Fuck, we’re trying to fuck her open and she just keeps getting tighter,” Suguru grunts, while Satoru’s lips find your earlobe, sucking, just as he adds another finger, a moan escaping your lips again.

Suguru’s fingers fuck at a steady pace, fucking deeper and deeper, while Satoru’s are faster, pistoning in and out while dragging against your walls — and it’s not long until they are working you up to a second orgasm, it’s too fucking good — and they both find that spot in you that has you seeing stars.

“I’m g’nna—” and Satoru finds your lips in a sloppy kiss, saliva slipping from the corner of your mouth. And you cum, even harder, your swollen folds clamping down on their fingers as they continue to fuck you unendingly through your orgasm. Your lips pull away, only to moan their names, again and again, until they finally slow down.

“Good girl,” Suguru murmurs, pressing sweet kisses to your thighs, while you come down from your high, walls flutter around nothing at the praise, while Satoru nips at your neck right above your racing pulse. And your eyes find Suguru lazily palming his weeping erection, as you lift your bare foot to rub against it, making him hiss, while you rub against Satoru teasingly.

“Don’t forget who’s in control,” you kiss Satoru again, before biting his bottom lip, and he’s melting into your touch, “and, you were good,” your foot rubs against Suguru’s cock again, drawing another pretty groan from his lips, “but now it’s time to be obedient.”

And they are — as you have Satoru sit back against the pillow lined headboard, because if it was anything you knew now — Satoru loved to be controlled, while Suguru liked the illusion of control, even if he didn’t have even a bit of it. So you have Suguru kneeling behind you, as you climb into Satoru’s lap, a small groan leaving his lips as your cunt grazes his hard cock.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you, Toru?” your fingers run through his hair — and god, his undercut was so fucking hot, as your fingers found his cock, letting the tip tease your soaked folds, as you line yourself up, “tell me what you want,”

“Fuck, princess, y’know what I want,” and a whine leaves his throat when you let his tip sink into you, only to pull out.

“Come on, nothing else to say? You always love running that mouth, don’t you? You wanted this, wanted me to ruin you, didn’t you? Well here we are,” you hum, as you press a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth, “beg me,”

And his dick twitches, painfully hard, and the words spill from his lips, “Please, please, sweetheart, use me, use my cock as a toy, want you to fuck me so bad, make me yours—” and you’re sinking onto his cock, his length parting your folds, as moans fall from both of your lips. And he bottoms out, your hips meeting his as you do, and you can feel every vein, every ridge, every inch notched inside your walls.

“Toru, fuck, s’good, s’big,” it feels too fucking good, and he’s so long — god, he was brushing against places you never even dreamed of reaching. And your pussy clenched at the thought of how deep he would go when he would start thrusting.

“Sure you have space for me, Princess?” Suguru leans back over to press kisses all over your face, before finding your lips in a heated kiss, “might be too tight of a fit,” his nose brushing against your cheek.

“I’ll make you fit,” you murmur against his lips, your hands against Satoru’s chest, as you shift to cup his chin, “get behind me, Sugu,”

Suguru smirks, slipping behind you, pressing himself against your back, dragging his cock teasingly against you, “So needy — you’re worse than Satoru,” and Satoru makes a noise of protest, but your walls flutter, making his back arch, “want me inside you, sweetheart?” And his tip teases at your entrance, brushing against Satoru’s cock, causing all three of you to moan, “tell me how much you want us to fuck you, how much you want both of us inside you,”

“Fucker, I swear to god,” you turn your head, your glare undercut by the desperation on your face, “just fuck me—

And Suguru sinks into you, your head falling back against him, as both of their cocks stretch your cunt out. You were so fucking full. And the way your walls clenched around them was nearly enough to make them cum. Their groans come in unison.

“Fuck, Princess, you don’t have to break our dicks off — we’ll fuck you again,” Suguru grunts, his rough palms sliding to your hips to squeeze them.

“S’good, sweetheart, so fucking right for us,” and you can’t think straight with the two of them inside of you, and you’re moaning.

“Please, move—“ and they oblige, beginning to fuck you. You moved against Satoru, riding him as best you can, while Suguru fucked you from behind, his balls slapping against your ass.

Suguru drives into you at a steady pace, causing you to rock against Satoru, your hips pressed against his, as they both drive deeper and deeper into your wet cunt.

“S’good, so pretty,” Suguru presses sweet kisses to your neck, while Satoru’s eyes flutter open to meet yours, “I’m close, Satoru—“

“Me too,” Satoru manages, and his hips begin to meet your thrusts, “you gonna cum for us princess?” And he finds your gaze, the fucked out expression enough to nearly make him cum right there.

A whine leaves your lips, as they continue to fuck you, and you know you’re so close. And then they find that spot in you again, and you’re falling apart, lips parted in a moan, both their names on your lips. You clamp down on them, toes curling as you cum, and neither of them can last. Their hips stutter as they give sloppy thrusts, until they both cum,

They groan your name as they spurt their thick cum inside, notching themselves as deep as they could, continuing to fuck their cum inside you with messy thrusts.

A whimper escapes your lips between pants, as your arms and legs shake from your position, utterly fucked out. You three stay like that for a moment, both of their sweet nothings they murmur to you falling on deaf ears.

And then finally they are shifting you onto the bed, pressing soft kisses to your face and neck, as your eyes flutter shut. There’s shifting on the bed, as one of them leaves for a moment, and you make a noise, only to be reassured that he’ll be right back.

Your eyes finally flutter open to find Satoru and Suguru cleaning you up with a wet washcloth, and your gaze finds both of their own. Your lips curl at the sight of them, their gentle gaze enough to make your heart ache.

“Come back,” you whine, and they both chuckle, as they begin to finish drying you off, before tossing the washcloth into the wastebasket, and crawling back beside you. They help you pull a shirt on, before settling in.

“So needy,” Satoru murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, even as he buries his face in your chest, his warm breath tickling you as you run your fingers softly through his white locks. And Suguru presses himself to your back, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, his arm around your waist, and yours resting on top of his.

“What will we do with her?” Suguru mutters, and you can hear the smirk in his tone.

“Shut up,” you mumble, your eyes beginning to feel heavy, as you give into the warmth that enveloped you from their bodies, as it lulled you to sleep. And your lips curled into a smile, a smile that had you wondering right before you slipped into sleep—

When was it that you fell for them?

~~~~

You couldn’t do this. Not to them.

That’s what you had decided come morning — waking up between entangled limbs and soft breaths against your skin — how could you? You felt Satoru shift closer to you, as you leaned into his touch, running your fingers through Suguru’s black locks. You were addicted to their touch only after one night, and now you had to spend the rest of your life without it.

It was the only way.

This whole thing was ridiculous to begin with — you never cared to be involved in the yakuza to begin with. You wanted a normal life — or at least as normal of a life you could have with who your grandfather was. You had never expected to end up wrapped up in all of this — and in both of them.

But you didn’t know if you could choose between them — and you knew, you had to. It wasn’t fair to either of them — not when they had asked you to choose last night and they had indulged you in both of them. And now, you didn’t want to let either of them go.

So you had to let both of them go.

You shifted slowly to sit up, Your fingers traced Satoru’s cheek lightly, as you toyed with a strand of Suguru’s hair. They both still stayed fast asleep, quiet snores filling the silence of the early morning, deep in the embrace of sleep after the events of last night and the last few weeks. You didn’t want to be someone like your grandfather — you didn’t know what you wanted and that was enough of an answer wasn’t it?

The two shift in their sleep, and your body grows heavy, your back still aching from last night, as you lie back down beside them, running your fingers over both of their arms.

Even if you had your answer, you didn’t have to face it for another few hours. And their bodies shifted, Satoru burying his face in the nape of your neck, while you rested against Suguru’s chest. This was enough — enough to last you a lifetime, wasn’t it? Your eyes fluttered shut, sinking slowly back to sleep. You had told your grandfather you’d break their hearts —

—but you didn’t know you would be breaking yours as well.

~~~

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Satoru narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms, as Suguru stepped aside to show the empty room you had left behind — a bare husk with nothing left behind, not even a note.

It had been a day.

When Satoru had woken up beside you, he could have sworn he was still dreaming, even as he grazed your skin gently with the back of his knuckles, he still couldn’t quite believe it. And when he spotted Suguru pressing kisses to your cheek, he knew it was real.

“How long have you been awake?” Satoru raised an eyebrow, “it’s not fair to have your fun while we were asleep,”

And Suguru rolled his eyes, as he rubbed the back of his knuckles gently against her cheek, “I just woke up, and all I did was kiss her, you idiot,”

“Not fair, that means I have to kiss her too,” Satoru murmurs, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and cheek, and one even to your nose. Your nose wrinkles in your sleep, and Satoru’s lips quirk upwards, “she’s so exhausted from last night still,”

“She is,” Suguru hums, as he tilts his head, “what are we going to do about last night?”

Satoru pauses a moment to consider, “Well, what is there to discuss? She chose us both, didn’t she?” Satoru leaned close to you, to press a kiss to your head.

“She did,” Suguru props himself up with his elbow on his side, “I thought you weren’t one to share,”

And Satoru shrugged — he wasn’t one to share, he wanted what was his to be his alone, but with you — the more people to protect you, the better, “If it’s what makes her happy, I don’t mind,” and he adds, “and I don’t mind if it’s you that I’m sharing with,”

Suguru raises an eyebrow, a chuckle on his lips, “Is that so? Well, good,” as he runs a finger through your hair, “because I feel the same.”

But Satoru supposed you didn’t.

“When did she—“

“My father told me she contacted her grandfather this morning, and let them know she was leaving — and her single request was to send us away on business so we wouldn’t be able to stop her,” and Satoru gives a bitter chuckle.

“So that’s it?” Satoru crosses his arms, “why did she—“ and he cuts himself off, “have you tried to call—“

“I’m blocked, I assume you are too,” Suguru shook his head, a silence settling over the two of them that Satoru chose to break.

“Do we go after her?” And Suguru pauses, his brow wrinkling a moment, before he sighs, shaking his head.

“If she comes back, it has to be her choice,” Suguru slid his hands into his pockets, “otherwise, we’re back to square one,” and he adds, “and I don’t think I can go back after last night.”

Suguru steps away, heading back down the hallway, and Satoru follows.

No, Satoru thinks, sparing one glance at the empty room, before pulling the door shut, neither could he.

~~~

“Why did you come back?” You set another box down, wiping the sweat from your brow, your grandfather simply watching as you brought your things back into your room.

“What a warm welcome,” you scoff, as you head back out to pick up another — the other staff had offered to help, but you had waved them off, lifting another box, your back still aching — and now you were starting to regret it. But you knew if you didn’t do something to distract yourself — your phone taunting you on the top of your desk — you’d do something you’d regret.

And you’d already filled your quota for the next six months at least.

“Don’t get me wrong, kid,” the geezer sighed, as he watched you bring the last of the boxes in, “I’m glad you’re back and the matters are all settled — but,” he tilts his head, “you seem more miserable than before,”

“I’m just tired,” you reply, but his furrowed brow says he’s unconvinced, as you grab a box cutter and begin to open up the boxes, beginning to sort through your things, “and still trying to wrap my head around the fact you lied to me,”

And he sighs, “this isn’t about me right now — it’s about you—“

“How convenient,” you mutter under your breath.

“You’re in love, aren’t you?” And you can’t help but freeze for a moment, until you force yourself to continue unpacking, pulling out some of your clothes from the box, “which one is it?”

The question stabs between your ribs like a well thrust sword between the ribs, finding the center of the problem — along with your heart.

“Gramps—”

“So it’s both of them?” and you whirl on him, your eyes narrowing, and he chuckles, holding up his hand, “I didn’t spy — I just took a guess,” he sighed, as he pulled out your desk chair and took a seat in it, “and it looks like I was right,”

You swallow, your eyes falling to the floor, “I didn’t cheat, if that’s what—”

He laughs, “I know you aren’t like me, little one,” he leans back in the chair, hands folded in his lap, “you aren’t one to lie — because I know there’s more you hate than liars,” and his gaze grows a little sadder, “And I’m sorry I had to become one of them,”

You grit your teeth, “I’m not mad at you — I’m just—” you choose your words carefully — because you’re angry, you were upset — upset that he felt as if he couldn’t trust you, “wondering why you didn’t tell me the truth,”

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, “My past isn’t something I’m proud of, and I wanted to deal with it without involving you,” he sighed, “after everything with our family — I didn’t want to give you another reason to distance yourself from me,”

“Lying to me isn’t a better option than that,” he rubs the back of his head, “you have to make it right for Akari and her mother — as well as if you have any other kids—I don’t need to know,” you add, when he opens his mouth, “it isn’t fair to them,” and it would be no fairer to not choose between Satoru and Suguru.

“You’re right,” he raises a brow, “is that the problem? You can’t choose between the two of them, eh?” and your gaze refuses to meet his, “have you talked to them about it?” and your silence serves as an answer, “then I think you should take your own advice and talk to them about it,”

“What will that do?” you murmur, “they still will want me to choose—”

“Do you know that for a fact?” he crosses his arms, “I think you owe it to them and to yourself to talk to them, and to your grandfather who can’t stand to see you this miserable at home,”

“Do you think it will change anything?” and he shrugs.

“Maybe it will or maybe it won’t,” he tilts his head, as he pulls out his phone to call you a car, “but if it’s a chance for you to be happy, isn’t it worth taking?”

~~~~

“I want to marry you both,”

And again, your statement is met with confused stares, as you had all but pulled up to their compound and entered to find them seated together discussing business in a side room — and their stares were still anything but average — but to you now, they meant so much more.

“Not marry you right now, but maybe eventually,” adrenaline was surely pumping through your system, right? That’s probably why your hands were shaking and your mouth was dry, but even so you knew you needed to say it before they spoke, “I’m sorry for leaving the way I did. I told myself after we first met I wouldn’t be a coward, but I was when I ran away, and I don’t have any excuse,” you swallowed, “but I know what I want — and I want both of you, as selfish as that feels,” guilt crawled up your throat at the statement of that sentence, as if begging you to swallow the words that spilled from your lips back up, “and I don’t know how either of you feel — but if we were to do this, I would want us to be honest and—”

And the screech of their chairs takes you aback, and you felt your cheeks burn, was this it?

But instead of brushing past you, they stand in front of you, one of them tilting your head upwards to meet their gazes.

“Took you long enough, sweetheart,” Satoru’s lips curled, his hand cupping your cheek, “I know we said we wanted you to hurt us, but not like that,”

“Sent us away just to ghost us,” Suguru clicked his tongue, his fingers still under your chin, “I’ll have to plant a tracker on you again,”

You shake your head, “Wait, what? Are you both okay—”

“We did say we’d kill the other for your hand, but,” Suguru presses a kiss to your forehead, “But now we realize the more eyes watching you, the better, and,” he shrugs, “we don’t mind sharing if it’s just with the other,”

“And I know you’ll prefer me sooner or later,” Satoru adds, earning a glare from Suguru, as you only chuckle, “Suguru is always so grumpy—ow!” Suguru smacks on the back of the head, as the black haired yakuza wraps his arms around you, pressing your back to his front.

“And you are always too busy running your mouth,” Suguru replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “sure you can handle both of us in your life?” and you pull Satoru close too, letting his lips brush yours, before turning and pressing a kiss to Suguru.

“Shouldn’t you be asking yourselves that?” you say, as the two of them wrap an arm around you, “I am supposed to ruin your lives after all.”

✧ a/n: so this has been a longtime coming. i was supposed to be working on prof geto (5) + my nanami celebration fic but this took over my life and wouldn't let go until i finished. so i hope you guys enjoy!! and this is my reminder why i don't write multi partner scenes like this often because its....difficult. thank you to @gaylatteart for reading and putting up with me <333

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