Cassian: So... I've Seen You've Been Spending A Lot Of Time With Rhys Recently.

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* "SO I HAD SEX WITH ALL THOSE GUYS FOR NO REASON?"

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This is a prequel & sequel to my fic; The F*ck List.

[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ afab!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college non-curse au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, obsession, possessiveness, hints of; stalking. kidnapping, violence, mentions of whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

❥ Chapters !

coming soon :)

actress! reader. he has a breakdown when you die in the movie

"are you for real doing this.." you looked at your husband who was passionately typing away at his laptop, through tears by the way

"babe, YOU be for real right now. what the fuck was going on in the minds of the writers that they decided to fucking kill you off?! im gonna make sure this stupid fucking movie has 0% rotten tomatoes! ugh im so fucking mad!"

you raised your eyebrow "you do remember that this is still a movie i acted in, right?"

"doesn't matter, princess! you were the main lead so they have no business killing you off! like wheres the plot armor?? uneducated asses. dont even know that the main leads always has to live, how did they even become a writer!" he said furiously

the latest movie you filmed in has been released on every platforms. you were particularly excited about this because this was the first time you acted as a main lead and it was also based on a medieval era. but however excited you had been, gojo was a thousand times more excited than you. he always supported your dreams and saw it as his own. he showed up during almost every shooting session, looking as proud as always. hyping you up so much that even the staffs started to get annoyed

"i can tell that this movie is going to be a blockbuster because of my baby," he had beamed at you and pecked your lips lovingly. absolutely unbothered by the offended stares he got

unfortunately, he couldn't make it to the last days of shooting because of missions. for which he showed great sadness (you had to provide him selfies with your pretty outfits, so that he doesnt lose his mind) which is why he didn't know the ending and since you didnt want to spoil it to him, you kept your mouth shut.. which was maybe a wrong decision

he had taken a leave from work just to stream the movie with you. arranged a super big bowl of sweets instead of popcorn like a normal person would, made the couch all cozy and even went as far as to turn off all the lights to give this a 'theater' vibe (hes planning to open one at his home to stream your movies)

at the start of the movie, he seemed really excited and happy. everytime you appeared at the big screen of his 80 inch tv, he would go 'thats my baby omg' with heart eyes like a fanboy. which he was to be honest

but as the movie progressed and you showed signs of, well dying, his heart sanked. and when you did die, he horrifiedly muttered 'what the fuck..' repeatedly and started bawling his eyes out while hugging you tightly

which brings you here with him writing a review of your just released movie and rating it 0

"this is not enough," he muttered. rubbing his face with his hand, he said "i gotta sue them for making this absolutely atrocious movie and for emotional damage."

"aw toru," you somewhat jutted your lips "did you really not like it?" you said dejectedly

his furrowed brows relaxed at your tone. he pulled you closer to him and pecked your forehead. "maybe i am overreacting a bit," he said sheepishly "but seeing you... die like this, even if its just in a movie, made my heart sink to my stomach." you noticed he used the word die fearfully and with great reluctance

you batted your eyelashes at him, innocently "oh.. but im still with you, no?"

he smiled sadly at your words, you really have no idea about the hold you have over him

"well yeah... but no offense to you, im never watching this movie again." he firmly said with furrowed brows

you giggled at your silly husband and flicked his forehead "none taken."

extra :

"ugh im feeling nauseous because i keep getting reminded of those scenes, I might really puke."

"babe i know you love me but thats only because of those damn sweets."

bday post:') not proofread !

“no.” diluc’s stern voice rung through the air as he denied an already way too intoxicated kaeya another drink. “you’ve had enough.” pinching the bridge of his nose, diluc winced at his brothers irritating whining of protests as you sat on the stool besides him, lazy smile resting on your face.

“listen to your brother.” you flicked the back of kaeya’s ear gently in discipline as the calvary captain winced and looked up at you with sad eyes. “how mean!” he cried out dramatically, voice heavy with a mix of exhaustion from drinking and playfulness. “you’re both horrible to me… i don’t even want to imagine how awful your children are going to be.” he muttered the last part, gaze cast down to the bar miserably.

“children?” you scoffed, eyebrow raised at the knight. “yeah?” kaeya droned on, words slightly slurring together. “diluc said he sees a future with you so i presumed he also meant he saw himself having kids with you… or am i wrong?” he smirked, face resting in his palm as he tilted his head towards the now flustered bartender.

“i never said i wanted kids.” diluc hisses, grip increasing on the poor glass in his hands. “if they don’t want kids then we don’t have to have them.” he corrected, head turned away from the two of you. heat rose to your cheeks as you processed diluc’s words.

a future? with you? diluc wanted that?

you had been friends with the two brothers for as long as you could remember and while you were prone to kaeya’s teasing over diluc, you hadn’t thought much of it. kaeya had always had an annoying streak to him, a brotherly annoyance, yet diluc wasn’t a fan of the flustered state kaeya often brought over him whenever he’d bring up the red heads obvious crush on you. thank god you were oblivious to it.

“didn’t know you thought about me like that.” you teased, as you smirked over at diluc who wanted nothing more than for kaeya to get up and leave. ‘why did you have to open your mouth’ was all diluc could think as he glared at his painfully drunk brother. “i don’t.” diluc stated flatly, gaze still averted from yours as he refused to meet your curious eyes. if he had to confess then he’d do it somewhere without a crowd and preferably without kaeya.

“liar. all you do is talk about them and how obsessed you are.” kaeya snickered. diluc rolled his eyes before beckoning over one of the knights to take kaeya back to the headquarters as he was in no state to get back there himself. “i’m not obsessed.” diluc scoffed as kaeya shrugged his shoulders and stood up, waving off one of the younger knights who had tried to help. “right,” kaeya grinned. “and i’m not drunk.” sending the two of you one last playful wave, the captain left the tavern leaving an awkward atmosphere behind him.

“sorry about him.” diluc started, placing another glass down. “he knows his limit but sometimes he can’t help but push it.” trying to change the subject, he cleared his throat and looked up at your amused expression as you refused to let his eyes break away from yours.

“so kids huh?” you snickered as diluc groaned. this isn’t how he wanted to end up confessing to you but thanks to kaeya, he had no other choice now. “only if you want them.” he sighed, letting the embarrassment consume him now as there was no turning back now.

taking his hand off the counter and into yours you gave it a reassuring squeeze. “i’m not so sure about kids,” you started, thumb stroking his inner palm. “but i am sure i’d like some sort of future with you… if you want that of course.” diluc’s throat felt dry as he processed your words. you had no idea how long he’d waited for this opportunity, maybe kaeya wasn’t so awful after all.

“i do want that.” he breathed out. “are you sure?” you teased, leaning forwards to get a better look into his vermillion eyes. “i thought you weren’t obsessed with me?”

rolling his eyes for the nth time that evening, diluc scoffed before leaning in. pressing a warm kiss to your lips, he melted in your touch as past worries over you lifted off of his broad shoulders.

“i’m a little more than obsessed with you.”

in a fight right

「 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 | 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐑 」

he’s your boss, he really shouldn’t be having these feelings about you—but he is, and he doesn’t want to stop.

warnings : f. reader, you work at angels share, diluc masturbates over you in the back room, slight grinding.

word count : 1.8k

note : this got so much longer than intended but i might actually do a part two with the actual goods.

diluc wasn’t an unprofessional man, he was respected and well known in mondstat—people looked up to him and appreciated how he protected the city. he was polite when he needed to be and a little blunt, powerful and strong. and he was your boss.

he remembers when he first met you, interviewed you for a job at angels share— bright eyed and polite as you reached out to shake his hand with a gentle “nice to meet you, sir. i look forward to working below you.” when he told you you were hired rolling off your tongue in a dreamy, breathier tone. he couldn’t help the way he felt his cheeks heat, trying to hide it with a more passive look on his face when he shuddered at the feeling of your hand in his, only nodding in reply and earning himself an awkward glance away when he pulled his hand back almost immediately, leaving you to assume you’d offended him in some way when he gruffly left after, telling you to be there tomorrow for your shift—when all he truly wants is to feel you again.

you tried, truly, and diluc knew this— you’d tried to get to know him, actually took your time to learn more about the man who worked above you. he’d overheard you talking to diona at the end of your shift one night, slipping in a comment about how you don’t think he likes you much when you realise that it’s just going to be you both closing the bar this weekend, as you suck your pouty lips between your teeth nervously and he can’t deny the sudden drop in his chest before he returns to his quarters in the back as diona giggles at you, because it’s not that. not at all.

you just made him feel strange, diluc thinks as he stands in the cellar now— staring absentmindedly at the wine lining the shelves maybe an hour before the bar is due to close, the last of the drunk townsfolk finishing their drinks and wandering home in their drunken haze.

he didn’t dislike you, not at all, you were a good worker, great even and the patrons at the bar loved you—maybe he did avoid you a little or always seem to leave the bar whenever your shift started, but it’s because he couldn’t help the way his gaze lingered on you whenever you were around him. it was easier that way to hide how his eyes would trail along your figure under your apron, trying to cover it up with blunt words and folded arms, shaking his head whenever you caught him. he hated the way his heart would race whenever you sat next to him on the bar stools, and you always did. bouncing down next to him with a breathless sigh and it took everything in him not to reach out to pull you closer when your thigh knocked against his own, because bosses shouldn’t do that with their employees, should they?

maybe he should apologise to you , diluc thought as he ran an exasperated hand through his unruly red locks— cursing under his breath before pulling himself together and adjusting his coat with a sigh as he turned. i mean what would he even say? sorry if he’s been impolite but he thinks you’re really pretty.. “how ridiculous.” he groans at the realisation, turning to leave the cellar to return back to where he knows you’ll be.

but he stops silently in the door way when he actually finds you, leaning over the bar and facing away from him as you clean up a few of the final glasses—bidding farewell to the last of the customers as you get ready to close up for the night.

you haven’t noticed him yet and maybe that’s a good thing diluc realises when he finds his eyes trailing along your figure once more as he swallows heavily. the dim lighting of the bar still illuminating the curve of your hips and ass in your outfit, short skirt falling along the skin delicately— almost teasing him, stopping just short of your thighs and he’s pretty sure if he bent down a little he’d be able to see—

“master diluc?” you breathe, turning to him slowly and diluc is hoping you don’t notice the sharp inhale he takes in surprise before his face falls back to his usual expression and he clears his throat, breaking the silence as he tries to calm down his heart rate.

“was that the last of them?” he asks, his voice coming out lower than he thought it would as he crosses the bar he’s standing across from you— trying to ignore the way your gaze on him is making his face burn hot. but just when he’s sure he’s blushing you turn away, nodding with one of your sweeter smiles before you place the glance on the shelf as he approaches you.

you smell nice, kind of sweet, diluc realises when he steps closer— expecting you to move aside but when you only turn your attention back to the next glass, he’s no other choice but to close the distance between you both, furrowing his brows as he reaches over you for a cloth to help you clean, steadying himself with his other hand on the bar beside you but careful enough to keep some distance between your back and his chest.

but you’re so close, from this angle diluc can make out the curves of your figure even clearer now, his eyes narrowed and half lidded as he steals glances at your skin beneath him, suddenly forgetting what he was reaching for in the first place, too busy trying not to focus on the way his skin feels warm at the close proximity, suddenly aware of how close his other hand is to your skin, his breathing becoming increasingly shallow when you sigh beneath him and he can’t help but inch closer.

are you okay, master diluc?” you hum, turning to look at him again before he can realise how close he is. the swell of your ass brushing against diluc’s crotch as he grunts slightly and he can’t help the sudden, involuntary buck of his hips to feel you closer as he bites back a groan so intensely it almost sounds like a snarl, earning a gasp from you when his hand that was previously wrapped around the bar suddenly grabs your hips to keep you both steady.

diluc feels you tense when his fingers tighten into the flesh of your hips before you relax, and he’s unsure if it’s the dizzy spin of his mind that’s convinced him you’re pushing yourself closer to him, or if you feel exactly what he does too as the sudden atmosphere in the room becomes heavier.

he doesn’t think about it too much, he doesn’t let himself— he must look so unprofessional, but another breathy— almost whimpered sigh of his name falling from your lips earns you another needy twitch from his hips and cock as he’s pulled from another lewd daydream, tearing himself away from you with a curt apology and a “please excuse me.” as he leaves suddenly, excusing himself to the back room before the door closes and his back hits the cool wood afterwards, a shakey exhale falling from his lips as he grumbles, letting his gaze fall to the now obvious bulge in his black slacks, “s-so, ridiculous.”

he shouldn’t, not here, diluc thinks— smoothing back the red hair that’s fell messily over his flushed skin, letting his head fall back against the door as his fingers smooth under the waistband of his sweats. but he can’t face you like this, the crimson haired male realises before he sighs and unbuttons his pants, pushing them down just enough to allow his heavy cock to spring free, already sensitive as precum gathers at the blunt tip and diluc wraps his gloved hand around the base— giving it a few shallow pumps before he hisses through his teeth, stifling any noise in the hopes you don’t hear him.

he steadiest himself against the door as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum before smearing them along his thick shaft with a few lazy, languid pumps. his skin felt sticky as he continued his ministrations, thumping his head back against the door behind him as his eyes gloss over and flutter closed, not being able to control the way his mind goes over his last encounter with you as his hips buck, the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into his fist.

“god—“ diluc grumbles, words muffled as he clenching his jaw, recalling the way you said his name, your tone dreamy and honeyed everytime “master diluc” falls from your lips, like it’s just for him and he can’t help but think about how much prettier it would sound through a moan.

he sloppily pumps his thick cock as he remembers just how the curve of his empoyees ass felt against him, panting shamelessly at the way you relaxed into his embrace— like you trusted him, but would you still trust him knowing he was doing this right now? would you still continue to work here? “hngghh—” diluc huffs, pushing that thought from his hazed mind as he twists his hand around his cock just like he likes, imagining it was your hand instead as he forms a tight circle around the sensitive pink glands and squeezes, accidentally letting a shakey, languid moan of your name slip from his lips as his fingers graze over the sensitive head of his cock.

the squelching noises only grow louder, echoing through his dimly lit room as he loses himself in more thoughts of you— how you’d look underneath him, how warm your mouth would probably feel around him as you babble out “harder, diluc—“ from your pouty lips as his hands tighten on your hips again. he wants to feel more of you, see more of you.

diluc’s technique grows messier with each involuntary buck of his hips, more hushed groans falling from him as his tongue flicks out to drag along his lips, his other gloved hand pressing over his mouth to muffle his noises. this is shameful—the way he’s behaving, but the thought of you beneath him as he sinks into your needy, glistening folds has him losing his mind as he grunts, clenching his teeth before his orgasm suddenly rips through him as he muffles another needy moan of your name.

the familiar rush of heat ignites his nerves as he trembles, digging his heels into the hard wooden floor below him to steady himself as he spills over his gloves and coat, thick ropes of cum dripping down the fabric as he tries to swallow a deep but satisfied groan before he’s trying to keep himself steady on trembling thighs, burying his face into his one clean palm when what he’s done finally settles into the room.

“master diluc? did you call me? is everything okay?” diluc jumps, slamming himself against the door as his heavy, vermillion eyes widen with panic— realising the position he’s in now, covered in cum after relieving himself over his employee in the back room of his own bar. “ uh, yes—i’m sorry. i just forgot to take stock on one of the wines, almost done.”

but he can’t deny the way his cock twitches at the sound of his name from your lips.

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Wanderer joins the Arataki Gang!! I think he would fit right in

Took you Like a Shot

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

Summary- One VERY drunk encounter between your greatest rival ever - on your last day of college- leads to you being knocked up. Satoru Gojo, a fuckboy, fratboy, rich little jerk, has been a rival of yours since you all met in College, every damn grade you fought for he got with ease. He crashed every Sorority party you threw. The two of you are so infamous in your rivalry, your friend groups were rivals, and for some reason, life is playing some damn joke on you both. Now... you have to tell him the news - but how Satoru takes it surprises you. Can you both raise a baby together!? And do you even really know each other?

Contents/Warnings- gonna be flashbacks to the rivalry/that night, nerdjo but make him a fratboy, enemies to kind of begrudging partners, but then as the pregnancy progresses, they fall in love hehe (gojo is an idiot) - fluffy and smutty, MDNI -will have explicit sex etc- 4 parts (I THINK) in this chap- flashbacks of explicit sex with dirty talk, weed smoking (Satoru and his boys aha) mentions of sex, lots of humor, enemies to loversss- WC- this chap- 8k- art in the banner by Yuana on X

Comments and reblogs so appreciated if you enjoyy <3

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Chapter One

It had been an absolutely filthy night, that led to your doctor coming in and informing you three months later-

'You're pregnant'

You came in for a normal checkup, you're on the pill and you have no sex life, aside from one encounter almost three months ago. A filthy, questionable ass encounter with what so happened to be your former 'bully' - rich boy, frat boy, pretty boy, pretentious boy- Satoru Gojo.

For years, the two of you were rivals, not just academic either, since you were both top of your class all through college, but at everything. He'd hold your notebooks high and laugh at you, he'd try to ruin and crash every sorority event he could. Known as the Queen and King of the campus, you ran the rivaling Sorority to his Fraternity. The amount of times you all had gone toe to toe was literally notorious, even your best friends hated each other on your behalf, starting an entire war between you all.

You have no clue how it happened, still, how the two of you had the best sex of your life at that damn party, fueled by drinks but also something you'd never admit- you've always wondered. Hearing those stories about his... skills, seeing his perfect body and the way his pretty lips smirked so cruelly in your direction, even after all these years- how it all led to this moment.

'Hah, sweets, ya finally admit I'm good at something?' Satoru had murmured in your ear, while he'd had you bent right over some bed at some party- both of you were seniors in college on your last and final party, finally you thought you'd be rid of him, of this ass of a man. He was going to live the rich life, working for his family, and you were moving on to a whole different career.

'One t-thing... that's it...' You had cried out when his cock had shoved in so deep, making you cum all over him, his fingers gripping your hips while he'd pumped deeper and deeper, impossibly until he'd been right on your cervix. 'F-fuck!'

'Fuck... you had a pussy like this and we've been fighting!?' Satoru is whispering, resting his snowy locks against your neck, biting it with sharp teeth as you milk his cock. 'So greedy, huh?'

'S-shut up, mnh- just... keep... there, there shit!' Satoru had slammed right against your cervix, feeling you pulsing around him, it had been too good, too tight, too fucking wet, he'd paused then, looking at your arched ass, your skirt shoved over your hips. 'Keep g-going, please...'

'M'gonna cum, tho-she's too tight- shit can I?' 

Your drunk ass had said- sure. You're precise on that pill, every day your alarm goes off in the morning, you take it. How could...

"Pregnant!?" You repeat. Unbelievable. No fucking way. You...

"Yes sweetie I suggest prenatal and an ultrasound, hmm?" The nurse says so sweetly, as you feel sick to your stomach, which your hand goes down to touch.

Pregnant. With rich, notorious fuckboy Satoru Gojo’s baby- now you would have to tell him!?

Shit.

You take the results in a shaky hand, mind swirling as the doctor goes on and on, some crazy distant humming in your head, there’s no way, it can’t be. You’re literally starting your journalism career, thinking you’d maybe gained a few pounds from stress and ramen, the interning was absolutely brutal, you’re never regular on your periods, hence the birth control in the first place.

Running coffees here and there, grabbing this and that for everyone above you, but you were now officially hired, and you were making good money for once, finally able to pay down some of your pesky student loans and get a nice car. You worked hard for it, for everything, despite many thinking leading a sorority meant you came from money, you were a scholarship girl.

That’s a huge reason you and Satoru always clashed, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, easily acing every test that you busted your ass for, things came easy to him, you worked for it. Achieving the highest you could in your graduating class, the little shit that came to school hungover grinned right next to you, like a goddamn plague, and you hoped that finally he was gone for good.

What bonded two people like you now?

Well…

“Do you need to go over your options, hunny?” One of the nurses says, touching your shoulder with a gentle smile, you shake your head then, clearing your throat.

“I just need to… think.”

You’re pacing back and forth in your apartment, feet padding gently along the hardwood floor, cell phone in your hand, staring at the phone number that just got sent to you by Shoko. She was Satoru’s friend and yours, which was rare given the ongoing student warfare zone you all created. You’d texted her a simple- hey do you have Gojo’s number- not going into details.

How do you even tell him?

What do you say!?

You psych yourself up, finally dialing it, when he picks up the phone after the second ring, murmuring - “Hello.” God, even him answering what he assumes is a stranger is snarky.

“Um, hey.” Gojo pauses at the sound of your voice, faltering just for a moment, as his friends bounce a basketball around a court outside, he sits down on the bench, vivid images filling his head. “It’s-”

“Think I don’t know your annoying voice by heart, sweetheart?” You roll your eyes, sighing and plopping down on your couch.

“Yeah, well… I got your number from Shoko.”

“Need a second round? Should have guessed.” He’s gesturing to Suguru and Sukuna, who roll their eyes at him, and he puts his voice down an octave. “I could be convinced.”

“Jesus christ, Gojo.” You almost hang up, feeling your tummy tighten then, almost nauseous, realizing you had to talk to him. “Are you, I don’t know, um… free for lunch or anything?” You despise the words falling from your lips.

“Asking me on a date, huh? So bold, I like it.” Satoru winks now at his friend’s shocked expressions, muting for a moment, telling them it was you.

“No fucking way.” Sukuna says, Suguru snorts in laughter and Satoru just grins, unmuting you again.

“I guess I could be convinced.” He purrs out those words, chuckling. “Hmm, we could go to that nice place on Hollywood ave hmm? Perfect Sushi.”

Your tummy growls, but then you frown, remembering that Sushi is on your damn list not to eat, you curse internally, peering at this list of everything you should never do or consume, and it specifically says raw fish right there. “Do they have cooked Sushi there?”

“Pshh, you’re such a prissy ass, can’t eat raw huh? Didn’t mind it raw from what I remember.” You hate this man.

“You know what never-”

“Shit, I was just kidding.” He panics, thinking you hung up, hearing your irritated sigh then. “Yeah I think they do. Why do you even wanna hang out, ya wanna nag me in person?” He spins his basketball effortlessly on his finger, acting all calm, as if he wasn’t dying to be buried in your perfect pussy again. “Miss being bitchy to me so bad?”

God he wanted to have you on his face, have you sucking him, he wanted for so much more than you all got to do, drunken fingers and your muted cries as he’d had a big hand tight over your mouth. His cock twitches under his basketball shorts just remembering how slick and hot you were, god how you fucking felt gripping him so damn tight.

Satoru had felt you pulsing around him as he reached his arm around you, pressing his fingertips to your clit in circles, as you’re crying out against his palm, practically drooling against him. ‘There you go, cumming so easy f’me huh?’ he taunts, as his own eyes roll back, feeling your pussy drool against his hand.

‘Mnh!’ was all you managed to murmur against his hand, as he feels your gummy walls spasm around his cock, his blue eyes roll back at how perfect you feel, how long he’s dreamed of this.

‘F-finally got you to shut up, hmm?’ He taunts you, normally you’d have something smart to say, but not as he’s overstimulating your little clit, pulling it away as you damn near collapse on the mattress, your thighs shaking, he wants to kiss you so bad, but you’re burying your face, arching your ass.

‘F-fuck you, Gojo- ah!’

The memories are so vivid Satoru can barely calm his thoughts, hearing you say his name in that irritated little voice, the one that drove him insane from day fucking one, the moment he’d met you. Prissy little thing with so much to prove, he thinks you still feel that way, which the biggest secret Satoru had for you had almost spilled on that last drunken night, the night he was inside you was…

He's always wanted you, not that he'd ever admit that however.

Ever.

“Is like three okay?” You're interrupting his thoughts now, as he clears his throat.

“Three rounds?”

You’re scowling at the phone as you question your life’s choices at this very moment. “Three o'clock, my god, for lunch.”

“Sounds good, it gives us time later, to… you know.” You glare at the phone, unbelievable, he’s ridiculous! 

“Time for what?” Satoru chuckles at your high pitched question.

“Don't be shy, sweets, no need to pretend. I remember it all in vivid detail, every little bit.” Your cheeks heat up, hand clutching the phone tightly, trying to calm yourself and focus.

“Just lunch, that’s all I’m asking you for. Sounds good?”

“Want me to pick you up in my-”

“No, I'll meet you. Okay um…. Bye.” You hang up, breath coming quickly, you couldn't just tell him on the damn phone, this needed to be in person.

The thought of his pretty yet annoying ass presence damn near makes your head spin… would he think it's all a joke? Some scam to get with him or get money?

You're fucking terrified, standing and staring in the mirror, rubbing your tummy and frowning as you do. A damn baby… Likely raising it alone, knowing Satoru all these years, partying, insane and so immature. Even on the phone, he’s so damn cocky and self sure, that this must absolutely be what you want, to have him, as if you are over here pining away.

The sex was amazing to put it lightly, and sure if he was a decent guy, and not a fucking ass of a man, you’d have done it again, but the walk of shame that morning had been the most embarrassing day of your life. His little smirk after you woke up, plump lips too damn glossy for his own good, yawning and stretching half naked, cock already hard as he’d tapped his lap.

‘Another round, sweets? Come to daddy.’

You scoff even at the memory, at the audacity of fuckboi Satoru Gojo, you had run out so quickly he hadn’t had a moment to speak, and you swore to yourself never, ever again. Who cared if his cock was so big it hit places you didn’t know existed, and who cared if you’ve never felt that way, fuck you wish he actually wasn’t as good at it as he was.

Perfect at everything, infuriatingly, even fucking.

You get a text from the guy you were currently at least flirting with a bit here and there, the one you suggested going on a date, and then it all starts to hit, you’re pregnant and quite likely going to be some single mom. You couldn’t just go on dates, everything is completely different, maybe forever truly.

“Twenty Two year old single mom.” You grumble, sighing a bit as you text him you’re busy.

Busy.

*****

Satoru waits nervously at the restaurant, he doesn’t really do dates, he usually spends his time in the bedroom with a girl then runs right off. Shit, he’s never even gone without a condom before you, but when you’d said hurry up and put it in, who the fuck was he to tell you no? Not only had it felt superb, he never wanted to leave that perfect pussy.

Of course you would have the most perfect pussy.

You had to be the best at everything, all the time, didn’t you? Always competing for that top spot, but Satoru always just barely got past you, that .01% of that GPA, winning every contest over you always by just a tiny bit. From the moment you glared up at him and crossed your arms, he knew it, he had to do everything he could to win against your cute little ass.

Here’s the thing… Satoru never hated you, but he loves to say he does, you both say you do, or… well, said. Considering you slept with him and didn’t say a single word after, it’s not like he’s hard to find, but each of you actively refused to add each other on socials, though Satoru will admit he stalks your IG, you’re too fucking pretty not to do so, not that he’d ever like a post.

Once he accidentally did, god he wanted to be like those pathetic simps in your comments, but he’s not that, he’s Satoru Gojo. Women come to him, women come easy too, you of course were never one to come near him in that way, no you’d look at him getting smacked in the face on campus with a grin, vowing to your friends that you’d never be one of his conquests.

That night, though, it was like he lost himself, the most stupid, corny shit Satoru could think of, that last night of his freedom before being forced to take over his family’s business. You and everyone probably thought he wanted to, but of course he fucking didn’t, he didn’t want a part of the Gojo corporation in any way, shape or form.

Satoru felt lost, honestly.

Self sure, confident, conceited clearly, talking far too much shit and laughing, picking on you every chance he got, showing up to all your sorority parties in various stages of undress to lure your friends to him. He’ll never forget him, Sukuna and Suguru crashing your ABC party, wearing nothing but cut open beer boxes, and you so happened to have some white claw box made bikini.

God you’d been sexy, but when he stole all the attention? Oh he’s never seen you more mad.

Well no, he has.

Gojo loved to make you mad, because you’re so damn cute when your nose scrunches up, when your pretty eyes narrow, there was nothing like your huffs as you would cross your arms and shift your hips just so. And if there was anything Gojo was absolutely perfect at, amongst well damn near everything, it was making you absolutely furious.

Finally Satoru sees you, dressed in this pretty blue summer dress that juts out just a bit at the waist, making his heart race for just a moment at how pretty you are. It’s not like he forgot… but god. Are your tits bigger he wonders, or is he just obsessed with them, as always, looking too hard. Your cheeks are this beautiful color, your eyes so bright, like… some damn glow about you.

How corny is he lately.

He puts on a smirk as he leans back, waving with his fingers to gesture you over, and you look at him so damn seriously, sitting across from him, hands entwined together in front of you on the table for a moment, as you eye him carefully. “Gojo, um… how are you?’

Who the fuck is this girl in your body!?

You don’t nervously ask shit, you tell Gojo to fuck off, you glare or scowl while he smirks, what’s this… shy ass shit? He frowns a bit now, you exhale and slide off your purse, letting it sit on the seat next to you, he can’t stop staring at your lips, clearly bitten to fucking hell.

He tries to feign that he’s fine, that he hasn’t missed you, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. He missed your daily arguments on campus, he missed you being a total brat. He misses your scent, god that vanilla sugar body spray was haunting his very dream.

He acts as if he hadn’t died to hit you up, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t go that far, not with you, not with what you did to him, how you’ve damn near destroyed any game for himself any longer. That one night with you had sunk into him so deeply, he wishes it was just good pussy, and not whatever this was.

He’s jerked it off to you every fucking night since, to the point is damn dick doesn’t even work, he sure also wouldn’t admit that he can’t even fuck a girl because you were so good. Some evil witch that did something, it must be, he has at this point just given up trying, until whatever curse you gave him falls the fuck off.

But god you look good in front of him.

He should tell you, but instead he swipes a hand through his silky white locks and smirks right at you. “Missed me so badly, sweets?”

You roll your pretty eyes as the menu comes, smiling and thanking the hostess, a smile reserved for anyone in the world but him, even when he’d had you cumming all over him, you weren’t smiling. No, but you were drooling then.

‘Ah, look at you, so fuckin pathetic f’me, huh? Thought you hated me, sorority brat’ Satoru had huffed, as he’d fingered your cunt, curling inside of your slick walls, watching your pretty fucked out face. ‘Just from fingers?’

‘I do h-hate you- mnh!’ Your sparkly manicured nails dug into his broad shoulders as your tight walls convulsed around him, as he hit that spot that no man had ever found in a moment.

Perfect at everything, stupid Satoru.

‘Feel her, god she’s so desperate, huh?’

“Fuck you I- there, shit!’ you’d rolled your hips, grinding right on his hand, pussy drooling as you came from his fingers before he’d even put his cock inside you, and Satoru’s cock was leaking against his boxers, twitching as he pictures how perfect you’d felt around him. ‘Fuck you for being so g-good at that!’

‘Oh, I’ll fuck you, sweetheart.’ He’d turned you then, whispering a ‘bend over, just like that, gonna be a big stretch, hmm?’

Satoru struggles to calm his memory, focusing on that sexy mouth of yours moving, realizing words are coming out of them, blinking to focus.

“How are you doing, Gojo?” You ask softly, always Gojo, you never called him Satoru, and he always called you sweets, short stuff, your last name, also never your first.

But he wanted to call you a lot of things, one of them being-

Stop that Satoru.

“I’m doing great, of course, miss me so much?” He teases, winking at you and sipping on the sickeningly sweet Shirley temple he’d had them buy, you just grab a water, hand flitting to your tummy for a moment. “You’re not sick are you?”

“No, not sick just… yeah we needed to talk. Is that okay?”

Satoru leans forward, raising a thin white brow. “You seem weird, everything okay?”

“Well… shit. I guess I’ll just say this. Um…” You tuck your hair behind your ear, looking out the window at the bustling city for a moment, before looking back at him. “Remember that night?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do all this to have a repeat.” His hand comes to your thigh, and that’s when you curse this pregnancy, because your nipples tighten, your cunt gets hot and wet from that.

Fuck hormones.

You take a breath, glaring as you always do at Satoru, the only time you never had was when he’s had your face with a slutty O for your mouth, your eyes rolled back, nails gripping those sheets. You shove his hand off, hoping he couldn’t feel your heat that quickly, as your body responds stupidly in a damn sushi restaurant.

“It’s not that, it’s important. Can you ever be serious in your life!?” You say quietly, and it’s his turn to glare, taking his hand back, sipping his drink again.

“Well just spit it out. What is all this, then?”

“It’s… I… You…” Shit, if ever you needed a drink it was now, and you damn sure wouldn’t have one for a good six months or more.

“It’s… I…. You…” He mocks, and you stand then, so furious your heart is racing, snatching up your purse.

“Never mind, I should have known you’re-”

“Shit, just sit. Sorry. Okay?” He grips your delicate wrist in his big hand, and even that is wrecking you, against your better judgement and everything you feel. “I’m sorry, it seems… serious. Just sit down and spit it out.”

You sit back down now, shifting as you both make your orders, a thankful distraction. As the waitress leaves, you sigh. “I don’t want anything from you, first off, so don’t think that.”

“What?” He blinks in confusion.

“I don’t need help, I can do it myself.”

“Do what!?”

“But you have to know… it’s the right thing to do, to tell you.” You look up at the ceiling, gathering your thoughts.

“Is this… are you in love with me, because of how good it was? Shit, that’s okay baby, everyone-”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What!?” You just sit there, seriously staring, as he blinks, looking at fuller breasts, your damn glow, thinking of every dumb thing he’s heard. “You’re… by who?” He whispers, and you flush then, shifting in your seat, sipping more of your water, condensation cool on your hot palm, your skin is burning, heart is racing.

“I was on the pill, religiously, I swear, I never missed one. Shit, until I found out I never missed… I… never would have done it like we did if I knew.” You feel sick as he gapes at you, his pretty blue eyes bulging out damn near, his mouth dropped open. “I expect no help, no involvement, we’re young. I just-”

“This a joke, right?” You take another breath, hand gripping the glass, eyeing those around you all, engulfed in conversations.

“It’s not a joke.” He’s laughing now, smacking his thigh, and your jaw tenses as he does.

“It’s you and your damn friends, someone recording!? Hah-”

“It’s not a joke.” You clear your throat now, leaning in your purse and pulling out the papers, with your name, the results, watching his expression shift, brows drawing low, his jaw tense. “It’s only been you, no one else for an entire year.”

“A whole year?” He eyes you again, and you flush under his gaze, as his hands shake, hands you’ve never seen shake, hands that dribble basketballs, that tossed footballs, all with ease.

Hands that…

Fuck, don’t think of it.

“I’m not… I was too busy.” Besting Gojo, competing with Gojo, you had no time for shit with him, your anger at him shone so brightly it was hard to think about men. “As I said, you don’t need to pay for anything, this isn’t that conversation, this is just me letting you know. I’m keeping it.”

Satoru continues to blink at you, staring open mouthed, at your face, then your body, then back to your face, over and over, while the waitress brings out the food, smiling curiously at the two of you. Satoru doesn’t make a move to touch his food, running his hand through his now messy white locks again, as his mind spins.

“I know you’re wealthy, I don’t want you thinking I want some piece of it. I’ll take care of them alone, please don’t worry.” You touch your tummy, the motion making Satoru fucking feral in some way he can’t put together, just continuing to stare at you in utter shock as the sushi sits in front of the two of you. “I can leave, now, we don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?” He murmurs finally, voice hoarse.

“Act like we are civil, act like we’re anything but college enemies, fucking rivals, not even friends. God I know you hate me, I know this was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” He whispers.

“Yes, for both of us. You don’t deserve your life uprooted, sure I can’t stand you, but this is my fuck up. I said those words…”

‘Cum in me, f-fucking cum in me, mnh…’ you’d arched your back, as his long fingers wrapped your throat, god he’d never felt anything like you.

‘Want me to fill your pussy s’good, huh lil brat?’ you just whine, muscles clenching on his cock, and he’d groaned in your ear then, shoving deep inside your drooly cunt. ‘Beg for it, then’

Oh, you had.

You hated him for it.

“It’s my fault, so don’t worry. But I wanted to be transparent, but I am… indeed, pregnant.”

“Pregnant, like, with a baby?” Satoru whispers, and You giggle then, for the first time since you found out, covering your mouth just a bit as he just stares.

“Yeah, a baby.”

“Mine…” His words send something through the both of you.

“Yours, but only if you want to be involved. I know it was a hate fuck, we’re young, we have lives-”

“You got a… like that scan shit set up?”

“Ultrasound?” He nods, nervously, hands clenching the table so hard you see the veins popping up through his thin skin. “I do, next week. I mean it is a couple months already, so I will see something, not like… the sex but…”

“Can I go?”

You blink in shock now. “You want to?”

“Yeah. I mean… why wouldn’t I?” He rubs the back of his neck, as the life he thought, the mundane one of following his damn family, of being a pawn in a bigger scheme, everything flashes.

It changes.

He’s scared shitless, but…

“I want to be involved. If you want me to be.” You blink back tears, but you fail, and if it’s one thing, Satoru Gojo has never seen his preppy ass Sorority rival cry, not fucking once.

He falters as those tears run down your cheeks, he leans over, hesitantly, the only physical contact aside from that fateful night was him shoving at you teasingly, or you smacking at him. Shit you all hadn’t hugged, you never even kissed aside from that night, sloppy and messy. But he doesn’t stop, until his thumb brushes your cheek, and you gasp.

“Shit I’m crying. Stupid hormones.” You huff now, swiping at your own eyes with shaky little hands. “You really wanna go?”

“Yeah if it’s cool?”

Satoru’s shocking you, the world tilts on its axis, like you’re having some insane dream. This can’t be real, can it? It’s fuckboi, frat boy Gojo, the man who goes through girls like they’re candy, the man who takes nothing serious, who has the world handed to him.

“Gojo, if you want to go of course you can, to any and all appointments, but you’re under no obligation, and please know I can cover the costs.”

“I know you’d never take my money, shit even if I offered, stubborn ass little brat that you are.” You manage a breathless giggle, the second one, realizing he is still brushing that thumb against your cheek, before he clears his throat. “So, tell me what day, I'll be there.”

“Yeah, are you sure? It will make it so… real, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Now eat your cooked sushi, aren’t you like eating for two or some shit?”

You take your chopsticks with a shaky hand, exhaling. “I was reading, I think they are like the size of a pea maybe. But, this is yummy looking.”

“Gonna be a huge ass baby, shit.”

“Oh god!” You eye his lanky body, and he’s grinning, Satoru is grinning!? Shocking you further.

Maybe you don’t know him like you think?

“Tits are gonna get so big.”

Never mind.

*****

“An ultrasound!? A baby? Fuck…” Suguru Geto inhales the blunt, sucking the smoke into his lungs as Satoru nervously paces Sukuna and Suguru’s apartment, Satoru chose to live in his own place, closer to work. But he frequently gets shitfaced and crashes out at their place.

“Sounds fucking insane, shit.” Sukuna chuckles, as he’s hitting a bong, inhaling and exhaling, broad shoulders shaking as he coughs. “You look like you could use a hit or something.

“Before the ultrasound? Shit I need more than weed. I’m freaking the fuck out right now.”

“Imagine you as a dad though hah!” Sukuna smacks his thigh, as Satoru glares now, stopping his pacing while the music plays, the same music Satoru remembers doing keg stands and playing beer pong in togas to, only to now have the possibility of being responsible for a whole human being.

“Can’t even keep a plant alive, shit.” Suguru says in between laughs, and Satoru raises a white brow at the two of them on the couch.

“You two are so supportive.”

“Well shit, she said you don’t have to be involved, you can always just like… send money and shit? Do you really want a whole kid?” Sukuna asks, and Satoru takes a breath, pacing once more as he runs hands through disheveled hair over and over.

“Do I want a whole kid, no, I never even… I mean I figured eventually, as the Gojo heir, blah blah blah.” Satoru slumps in a nearby recliner, as Suguru hands him the blunt, frowning a bit now.

“You do need a hit. You’re young, it’s not time to give your family fuckin’ heirs yet, is it?”

“They’d probably be delighted.” Satoru rolls those cerulean eyes, inhaling the smoke into his lungs and leaning back, staring up at the ceiling, as the black fans above them swirl, moving the puffy clouds of smoke all around. His nostrils fill with the scent of the Sativa, wishing he could make sense of his thoughts. “Not delighted that it’s out of wedlock and unplanned.”

“Imagine her marrying you.” Sukuna and Suguru laugh loudly again, as Satoru hits the blunt again, not passing it.

“The fucks that mean?”

“She hates you. God I think more than anyone.” Suguru says, and Satoru smirks just a bit.

“She sure didn’t hate this dick.”

“Oh!” He’s slapping hands with his friends as Sukuna and Suguru start to make the most obscene gestures, while you call, and he shushes them quickly, trying to compose himself.

“Hello?”

“Gojo, hey. Um, ultrasound is in an hour, I’m heading out soon if you want to meet up?”

“Why don’t I have my driver pick you up?” He asks, and Suguru and Sukuna continue the gestures, making Satoru snort in laughter, the weed starting to enter his bloodstream.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just thought it would be more convenient in this traffic.” He shoots a wink at his friends.

“I mean… sure?” Satoru mouths yes, pumping his fist, clearing his throat now.

“It’ll be easier this way, alright send me your addy I’ll head out.”

“All right.” You just hang up, such a rude little thing. Satoru has changed your name to Sorority Brat in his phone for a good reason.

“What are you gonna do though, man?” Suguru murmurs thoughtfully, his dark violet eyes narrowed, clearly blitzed. “Gonna like… be with her?”

“Could cum in her whenever now.” Sukuna bursts out in laughter as Satoru glares at the two of them.

“Grow up…” They blink at him, then Satoru grins wide. “Nah, that would be a perk, because her pussy my god.”

They both scooch up, elbows on their thighs, avidly staring at Satoru now. “Details, man, it’s like the one girl you never told us about?” Sukuna asks.

“Because you’re in love.”

“Pshh, in love!?”

“Haven’t seen you with anyone since.” Suguru earns Satoru’s middle finger, as he puts out the blunt, stretching and earning their pouts.

“Bet she’s so good, though, all angry and shit, bet she’s a freak.” Satoru doesn’t even know if you’re a freak necessarily, but as Suguru agrees, he glares at them both, crossing his arms.

“This has been the worst pep talk in fucking history.”

“Shit, what’s your decision?” Suguru asks, and Satoru’s mind races, peeking at his watch now.

“I think I’ll make it when I like… see it?”

“Alright big Daddy, then if you decide to be involved we’ll be like… their uncles and shit.” Suguru says, and Satoru grimaces.

“God no, you’ll ruin my kid.”

“Fuck off now.” Sukuna starts hitting his blunt again, Satoru walks out away from them and spritzes cologne all along himself, he knows your prissy self never smoked weed, no you were a little goodie goodie. He thinks the only time he saw you drink was a little at parties, but never like that last night.

He remembers just looking at you asleep when he’d woken up, and the tenderness he felt when he had brushed your hair off your pretty face, and you’d stirred a bit. For a moment he felt his heart hammer in his chest, stone cold sober, seeing the bite marks he’d left on your delicate skin, feeling affection like he couldn’t describe, Satoru never felt that way.

He didn’t cuddle, he didn’t linger.

He ran out before they could wake up, he ran out like you did to him, perhaps he was a little nicer about it, though, you’d given no fucks when you darted out the damn door in a hurry. He had acted cocky though, full on hard just by the damn thought of your slick sticking to his cock, but instead of perhaps kissing you, he’d patted his lap and been a little shit.

He hated the recognition on your face, like he’d been a mistake, so he decided to shove you out of his brain, though he clearly failed.

Jogging down the stairs, he has his driver sent in your direction, and you get the text he’s there, stepping out in front of your little house, cute Satoru thinks, it’s small but it’s immaculate from the exterior. You have pink flowers and succulents all over the front of it when he steps out, eyeing your pretty dress, nerves starting to eat at him, but he puts on an easy smile.

“Ready to go see this little parasyte?’

“A what!?”

“Technically, it sort of is. Right, you’re like its host.” Your mouth is wide open, as you touch your tummy, and he curses. “Shit…”

“A parasyte, you’re calling our… I mean I guess my… the baby a-”

“I’m sure it’s a cute parasyte? It has a pretty host.” Satoru tries to put on the charm, the smolder, as you stare at him in shock.

Was it shocking, this was Gojo.

“Dear God.”

How’d you end up pregnant with this idiot’s baby?!

You slide into the car as you shake your head, and he covers his face, grimacing as he realizes he just told his… god what even were you, a baby mama!? That his baby was a… parasyte. Well, it is, and Satoru would typically just argue with you and let you know he’s correct and you’re wrong, but he keeps quiet, feeling you seething.

“Fire signs.” He mumbles, you look at him again.

“What?”

“You’re a fire sign, it’s why you’re so feisty. I am too, you know.” You relax just a bit, curiously.

“You believe in astrology?” You ask in shock, for as long as you’ve known Satoru Gojo, the two of you don’t really know each other.

“Baby I’m the most Saggitarius man there is.” You giggle again, fuck that’s three giggles Satgoru has counted, and how it lights up your already glowing makes him ache for you, suddenly realizing one of his long legs is brushing against you. Your warmth alone makes him throb, the vanilla sugar filling the space in the car.

“You certainly are the epitome of a Saggitarius. Don’t call me feisty, yuck.” You shove at him playfully almost, pausing a bit when you realize his body feels far too good against yours.

You may or may not have masturbated last night, and he may or may not have popped in your head, over and over. But, don’t worry, because Satoru has spent months jerking his thick length to the thought of you, not that either of you would admit that it may or may not have happened.

“This baby would be a fire sign.” You murmur then, letting your hand fall, and nervously fidgeting, Gojo’s long limbs take over so much of the car, as big as it is, Gojo’s always taken over everything, even apparently your senses.

“Would it?” He asks quietly, for once just a little serious it seems.

“Yeah, an Aries if it comes when it should.”

“So it’ll be a brat like you.”

“Psh, like you.” You roll your eyes, and the two of you fall into a bit of a silence, so much unspoken between you. “Do you know if…”

“That’s why I want to see. Make it real?”

You actually nod in understanding, surprising him then. “I get it.”

The ultrasound tech is rolling the wand over cold gel soon, as you’re embarrassingly propped up with your feet in stirrups, and Satoru stands to the side, glaring at the man who’s inserting this wand in you. He gets angry that he’s getting such a view, he doesn’t even think he saw you that much.

What he remembers…

Your pussy is very pretty.

You wince a bit as the doctor smiles up at you. “Tight muscles, huh?”

Satoru snorts in laughter, and you glare. “What!?”

“You are so tight.”

“Gojo!” You glare, and even the doctor laughs, also earning your scowl, which makes them both sober up.

“Sorry, Miss. Alright… relax, would you?” How do you relax as a doctor is shoving a wand in your coochie and your enemy, who got you pregnant somehow, is turning red holding in his lewd thoughts!? “Look at the screen.”

You and Satoru both look over now, your breath catches then, as does his, when the doctor begins to tap keys on the keyboard, and you hear it for the first time, this little… heartbeat. It’s a heartbeat.

“There it is, congratulations you two. About… ten weeks?” You’re enamored as you stare at the screen, and he moves the wand inside you. “Look there, that’s the little baby.”

Baby.

A baby.

It’s all real.

Satoru’s completely silent as tears fill your eyes, a myriad of emotions, some that you’re so connected already to a little peanut inside you, some that you don’t know how you’ll do this, some of your life. How will it alter, how will it go, what will people think… and what does the man next to you think? What will he do!?

But overwhelmingly as you feel yourself begin to cry, and the screen turns off, you feel warmth spread, touching your tummy in wonder, there’s a damn baby in your body. Your baby. Something you never considered or thought of, you figured much, much later in life, not now.

And you’d likely be…

Alone in this.

“I’ll go get a picture printed for you two.” The doctor smiles kindly, as you’re left alone, with a for once silent Satoru Gojo.

You hesitate to look at him, a stunned expression on his face as you sit up, closing your legs and biting your lower lip, he finally looks at you and exhales, seeing your tear streaked cheeks. A girl he never knew to cry or giggle has done both, and a man you never thought to be serious or quiet… was.

“Satoru um…”

“Satoru?” He asks quietly, and you flush.

“Sorry…”

“No, I don’t mind, just… crazy. This is crazy. There’s a whole life inside you!? And we made it?” You sigh, nodding then, and he shocks you as he leans down, as you’re sitting in the bed, coming so close to you, eyes swirling storms of emotions.

“You can back out now, it’s okay. I won’t put this on you, keeping it is an insane idea but… it feels right to me?” He tilts your chin up, leaning closer, to where you can taste the sweetness of his breath, as your heart pounds right in your chest. “But if you’re backing out, do it now, it will hurt… fuck it will hurt more if you get too involved, okay? Do it now.”

“I’m not backing out of shit.” You gasp, and he exhales, wiping your tears away. “We both did this. I’ll not live in some world knowing my baby is raised with no help of mine in any way, fuck that.”

“But you-”

“I get it, we… aren’t… together. But in this I will be.”

“Satoru, I think I may have a cardiac arrest  before I get this baby out.” You sniffle and he smirks a bit.

“So unbelievable that I’d want to?”

“Yes. The Gojo I know…”

“You may not know me as well as you think. And maybe I don’t know you that much… aside from I agree about that tight-”

“I swear!” You shove at him, as he snorts in laughter, still a little shit, as they bring in two pictures, and Satoru takes one thoughtfully.

“That’s it, huh?” He tilts his head curiously. “Looks like me.”

“It looks like nothing yet, what?” You’re taking tissue and cleaning up a bit, as they give you privacy to pull back on your panties, but Satoru gives you no privacy, just looking. “You could turn?”

“Why, that’s one benefit you know.”

“What?”

“Could fuck any time, cum inside whenever.”

“Oh you wish.” You shove at his chest, and he’s grinning and wiggling his brows, grabbing your waist, pulling you against him.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Shut it.” Yes.

“Sex is good for pregnancy.”

“You’re so full of shit! I can’t with you. Rizzing me up at a gyno?”

“Perfect place, see that doctor, he wants a piece.”

“You’re so dumb, I swear.” You look at the picture then, thumb brushing against the baby’s… maybe it’s a face?

“Are we gonna live together?”

“I mean… what?” You eye him in shock.

“When the baby’s here.”

“No, we don’t have to do all that, we live close. Can you imagine us living together, we’d kill each other.” He envisions it, the fights surely but… the sex, and seeing you in the morning?

“Or fuck. Alot.”

“That’s how this happened.” You mumble, and soon you’re back home, and trying to ignore your body’s insane responses while he stands on your porch, looking far too fucking sexy. “Thank you for being there.”

“You thanking me? the world is ending.”

“Hush. I appreciate this, you standing by me. You don’t have to.”

“I… want to. Um, what will we say?”

You bite your lip more, until he gently takes it out from under your top row of teeth, brushing against the indentations. “We could say we’re together, if you don’t mind, dating I guess? My parents would trip if they knew it’s like…”

“Same. My parents would be happy for a Gojo heir though.” You hear it, the surprising resentment in his voice.

There’s a lot you don’t know.

“Well, I can act like I like you for them if you want.” You tease, and he leans against your doorway, so fucking tall, just looming over you, and you have to clench your hands not to give in to the temptation of touching him.

“Act like you like me- you?”

“I could! If you could act like you like me, in front of my family.”

“How will we explain the whole not living together thing?”

“It’s new, it’s 2025 Gojo, not 1810. We’ll be okay. You're so old school huh, gonna marry me?”

“You’d leave me at the altar.” You both laugh again, as he straightens up now. “Alright, so when should we tell them?”

“When you want to. So work on those acting skills. I’ll set up brunch with mine, you set up dinner with yours?”

“Sounds good. Alright don’t miss Daddy too much.” You snort and roll your eyes, turning away now.

“Daddy? Whatever.”

Satoru presses you against the door, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing a hand gently on your tummy, splaying the expanse of it with long fingers, as your breath comes quicker and quicker. “Could swear you called me daddy when I beat up that pretty pussy hmm?”

You falter, whining softly, hating your body’s reaction, scowling right up at him, your hand on your doorknob, while this tall ass of a man makes your body light up. “Never called you daddy, no way.” Your voice is a pathetic whisper, why does he do this to you, you want to arch into his damn touch, press against his length, to the point you make yourself stiffen.

“Oh? Must have been the liquor.” He caresses your face, leaning so close you wildly think he’ll kiss you, and you know damn well you can’t handle that, not with your pussy soaking your damn panties just from this.

You hate Satoru Gojo, and he hates you.

This is… because you both are having a baby.

Right?

“It must have been.”

“Ah, I see. Good night, then sweetheart.” He leans his lips up, kissing the top of your head, a gesture so oddly sweet it doesn’t even fit him. “Text me the details, Sorority brat.”

“Sure will, Frat boy.” He sticks his tongue out as you do, walking in and leaning against the door, overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne, the feel of his hands, the memories that surfaced. You slide down it slowly, burying your face in your hands, as your body trembles with this insane need.

Shit. A baby with your enemy?

A baby with Frat Boy Gojo?

Faking that you like him, would it really be that fake?

Satoru’s leaning against it too, for just a moment, trying to compose himself… finally he’s in the back of the car again, as his driver looks  in the rearview mirror curiously, tired eyes focusing as Satoru looks at the picture again. The little peanut that’s apparently a…

A baby.

With his enemy.

An enemy he really wants to be inside again.

“Everything alright, Mr. Gojo?” Kiyotaka asks, Satoru runs a hand through his hair now, leaning back in his seat as he peers out the dark tinted windows.

“I’m having… a baby with a girl who hates me.”

“Why does she hate you?” Kiyotaka asks, driving off, as Satoru chuckles just a bit, remembering bits and pieces of college, out of order, out of sync.

“Because honestly, I was kind of a complete dick to her?”

“That’s… oddly self observant.”

“You saying I’m a dick to you?”

“No Mr. Gojo!”

“I’m kidding, relax.” Kiyotaka’s tense shoulders relax when Satoru leans forward, hand on his shoulder through the little divider that’s opened. “Do you know shit about kids at all?”

“I have nephews, they’re pretty good kids. But babies, not really.”

“I could ask my parents but they basically had nannies raise me.”

“Many nannies, I heard.”

“Well, I was a menace to be honest. Where do I learn about these… things?”

“Babies?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I think there are books?”

“Hmm.” Satoru pulls out his phone then.

Fratboy Gojo🙄(yes that’s his name in your phone now, no you’re not sorry): Should I order us baby books?

Sorority Brat💦😻(of course that’s your name in his phone): Yes, if you want to? That would be good. Thank you… for today.

Fratboy Gojo🙄: Two thank yous!? That baby is making you a mush.

Sorority Brat💦😻: Whatever!

Satoru snorts then, but when you’re in your bed later that night, nibbling on a bag of hot cheetos that have been screaming at you all day, how is that your first craving!? He writes to you again, and you pick your phone up with your clean hand, sans hot cheeto dust, rolling your eyes.

Fratboy Gojo🙄: Need some nudes for your spank bank?

You’re gonna kill him.

Sorority Brat 💦😻: Good night, Gojo.

Satoru frowns, because his dick is already in his hand, but for a moment you think about it, and would it be so bad to-

No, no no.

You aggressively eat those hot cheetos, wondering just what you were in for with that damn boy in your life now, shit forever.

“Fuck.” You’ll never drink again.

I say four parts but I feel like this is gonna be long aha, bc god Gojo is a lil shithead hehe (as I like him) this just a teensy bit similar to the Knocked Up movie premise so expect a LOT of humor here! <3

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POKER FACE, haruchiyo sanzu.

note: this chapter contains discussion of gunrunning, slight gun play.

+ fem!reader (she/her). antagonist!reader. bonten!au, gang violence, explicit language and smut, drugs & cigs & alcohol, lots of blood, discussion of murder & illness, mikey is a menace (we luv to see it), mentions of sa (like for charity purposes), childhood trauma, deaths, uhhh wounds, stitches, needles, misogyny, prostitution, illegal gambling.

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SIX-INCH HEELS, SHE WALKED IN THE CLUB LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS.

Honestly, you’d kill for a nap right now. If there was some mythical creature that would pop before you with a nice pillow, asking you to shoot someone in trade for sleep, you’d do it without blinking.

“This better be worth my fucking time,” you hissed, glancing at your wristwatch to see its hands pointing at midnight. 

As the limousine sped up through the highway, the glaring lights of the establishments outside became a blur of vivid colors from your seat. They were dim, but enough to tire your eyes out. 

You murmured a crisp curse, telling yourself that you had better have a raise for all this hard work. Especially when you were off to meet a certain someone from one of the most heinous gangs in the undercity. You would’ve called off this surprise meeting had your boss, Ava, didn’t use those doe-eyes shit to you. Letting her go on her own was out of the choice, as well. Ava didn’t know shit about these things. 

She simply wasn’t born to lead her father’s gang. Too bad that her father, Augustus, didn’t consider that before passing away. Yes, Ava perhaps was a straight-A student ever since she was in nursery, but what would she know about gangs? On the other hand, you had been in this life even before learning how to use a tampon. It would make total sense to leave the gang to you. But no, he’d rather have his clueless daughter maneuver his business. 

You probably were resentful, but you didn’t hate Ava. Frankly speaking, if she had the mind to hand over the gang to you, you would’ve been more than willing to pump her credit card full to continue living her princess life. She could’ve been at a front seat on every fashion runway on Earth— whenever and wherever. She could’ve owned the latest cars, leading the fashion trends, becoming that one perfect It Girl if only she had given the gang to you. If only. 

But she’d rather traverse this sick life with blindfolded eyes. Therefore, all you could do was lay your own life protecting her like what you promised on her father’s grave.

All you could do was meet this man in her stead since she had little to no idea what she agreed to in the phone call with Manjiro “Mikey” Sano— with Bonten’s leader. 

The boss had no qualms with Bonten, yet he never once sat inside a room with Mikey. Bonten was as aloof as their leader, and based on the reputation they have built, negotiating with them wasn’t a walk in the park. So why the fuck had they directly contacted Ava? These were bloodthirsty men and their greed knew no bounds. Had they thought about browbeating Ava into submission? 

You shifted on your seat, your mood turning even more sour at the thought. If that was the case, they had made a grave miscalculation. As long as you stand, no one could touch Ava. 

And that’s to explain why you were here in the first place, in front of a five-star nightclub in the middle of the city while hiding a pistol in your purse. Rumor has it that this certain executive was one of the craziest out of the Bonten bunch. Apparently, he hailed from Roppongi. That was enough reason to keep a gun with you. 

Juxtaposing the sound of honking cars and the sight of passersby waiting for the last bus trip, the inside of the night club was in a state of pure chaos. Your six-inch heels left deadly thuds against the floor, but the sound had been lost to the bodies jumping and dancing and grinding on the dance floor. 

Some guy greeted you at the door and led you towards the isolated part of the club. Women wearing thongs rushed through the pathway decorated with red lights. They hastily put on their earrings before entering different rooms. You looked around you, keen eyes trying to look through the door cracks to see if he was there until you reached the last room from the right. 

It was incredibly cold inside the room. You frowned, immediately regretting wearing a backless. 

However, where the fuck was Ran Haitani? 

The room was spacious, and without a doubt concealed many secret pathways for emergencies. You sat on the plush couch, crossing your leg over the other when someone appeared from behind the thick curtain on your peripheral. 

“You’re late.” Your heart jumped at the familiar voice. It’s from the man wearing a crisp tuxedo, looking expensive and a tad bit ragged. He grinned at you before downing the glass he was holding. “Twenty minutes late.” 

“Traffic,” you deadpanned, “and why the fuck are you here? I was supposed to meet with Ran Haitani.” 

“Traffic? In the dead of night?” He shot up an accusing brow, amusement dancing in his emerald eyes. 

“Well, not my fault that you’ve decided to meet here. Right, Sanzu?” you bit out. 

He revealed a sly smile while scratching his brow with his pointer finger. “Feisty, I like that.” 

You ignored the mirth clouding his face and sat up properly. “Let’s get down to business, shall we? Unlike you fuckers in Bonten, sleep is pivotal to some people.” 

“Oh, fuck,” he dragged the words, long and taunting, “I get so fucking hard when you talk like that, though watch your pretty mouth before I fuck you silly over that table.” 

You leaned back and crossed your arms. “Wow, I am so wet.” 

Sanzu chuckled while raising his glass in agreement. “I know. It only takes a few dirty talks to have your thong crying.” 

“I just walked in and you’re all ready to bust a fat nut. I guess you’re not one to talk,” you replied while looking and studying your nails. 

His grin turned wider. “And you’re wondering why I’m here instead of Ran? Can’t have anyone hearing those words other than me.” 

You blinked, edging his patience. “You sure you didn’t fight the others for it? Though, I’d much prefer Ran. I’ve heard he’s a straightforward guy.” 

Sanzu jumped and sat on the couch in front of you before manspreading and reclining back. “Careful, pretty, I’m a jealous man.” 

You peered at him and echoed a fake gasp. “Shocker.” 

“Damn, I’ll surely nut if we don’t fuck anytime sooner. But let’s talk business first before I wreck your shit.” He said the words so casually that for a second, a log seemed to be stuck in your throat. Nothing could really shake this man, so he goes around saying the most explicit words ever created in the dictionary. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You gasped dubiously. It had been years and you should’ve been used to this already. This man had always been vulgar when it comes to his savage wanting. When it comes to you. 

“Mikey wants your connection to buy a couple of guns.” He leaned forward again, placing his elbows on his knees. At the confused expression on your face, Sanzu grinned. “I know, I know it sounds bizarre. Bonten has never been one to grovel, so what’s our deal now?” 

You rolled your eyes immediately. Pompous fuckers. 

“Not only that: Bonten is forever on its emo’s phase. So what’s your deal now?” To goad him, you raised a perfectly trimmed brow, refusing to look away. If they were thinking that you’d give in easily, that your gang would give in easily, you’d prove just how wrong they were. 

Sanzu merely laughed it off before proceeding, “We’re the most heinous gang out there right now. And us, coming to you, is something you’d tell your grandchildren about.” 

It was your turn to laugh. There was no doubt to it now: Bonten believed that they had the undercity in a leash. You must admit that you were vulnerable because of the boss’ death, but the gang have you. 

You giggled. “Bonten needs to stop riding its own dick, I think. Not everyone is scared of your little gang, Sanzu.” 

“And if you don’t wanna be scared, the guns will be on our table by next week.” He altered his position by placing one knee over the other, copying you. “Generous deadline, yes?” 

You’d kill him. With your own and bullets. They were the ones who called Ava— had her panicking for a minute straight— and they had all the guts to command you now? Something is fucked in their brains. 

“First of all, fuck you,” you flatly said. 

“You will,” Sanzu replied nonchalantly, “later. Business first, I’m afraid.” 

You completely ignored the jibe and continued, “Second of all, it’s Bonten that needs us and not the other way around. Have you forgotten it’s Mikey who called Ava? Personally, too. If you want the goddamn guns, talk politely.” 

Sanzu’s lips twisted to that of a mocking grimace. “Wise points but I gotta correct you on that. Mikey called Ava because she’s weak. The girl would cave in, which is gonna be for her own good, and there’d be no problem between our gangs.” 

“Ava isn’t weak,” you pinned. But you weren’t certain yourself. People have different strengths, yes, but Ava’s was not meant for this life. Therefore, her strength lies somewhere else. 

“She is, and you know it. A good relationship with Bonten will serve as her protection,” he further explained with his free hand swaying to the air. 

You went silent for a hot minute before peering back at the man who’s still got his smirk glued to his face. “Being allies will guarantee enemies. She’d be vulnerable,” you elaborated. 

“Playing safe now, are we? Where’s the fun in that?” Sanzu tilted his head to the side in an attempt to goad you. “Thought you were a daredevil.” 

“I’d call it playing wise. She’s not ready for this life yet.” You hated how weak your voice had become. You wanted to believe in Ava so badly. But everything would’ve been easier if it was you. 

Sanzu clicked his tongue. “But you are, always have been. So what will it be? Yes or no?” 

Under Bonten, as much as you begrudged to admit it, Ava would be safe. You could protect her, yes, with your own life if need be. But there was obvious unrest in the gang after the boss’ passing. Some of the men believed that Ava was simply not meant to lead. First, because of her upbringing. Second, she was too fragile for a life of guns and endless bloodbath. The boss had raised her to live a normal life, and be the writer she dreamed to be. 

You were as shocked as everyone else when she announced that she’d start leading the organization. Yet you couldn’t deny her that. She was the sole heiress. Whatever she would want, she would have in a heartbeat. 

“Let me talk to Ava first,” you answered. 

Sanzu’s eyes glowed. Still goading you, the bastard. “A few guns won’t hurt.” 

You stood up and straightened your dress. That’s what he believed, but in this field, you knew it was more than guns. Sanzu wouldn’t simply admit it. 

Bonten is like a magnet. They could bring you more allies just as easily as they could garner you enemies. You weren’t certain which would it be had your gang decided to ally with them. Best be careful now before the glory attempts to blind you. 

“It could. You know that.” You turned on your red bottoms, looking at Sanzu one last time before ambling to the door. 

“Last chance to strip and let me hit,” Sanzu called after you. The last thing you heard was his raucous laughter after you gave him the finger. 

Inside the limo, you contemplated the offer. This would be burdensome for Ava. You, at least, needed to sift through it so you can expand on it clearly. She had little to no idea about Bonten, just that Mikey have managed to build an empire without actually moving from his throne. 

Somehow, crossing Mikey was the choice you’d rather not make. Not that he scared you, but nobody knows how he maneuvers his pretty little head and his unpredictability makes him even more dangerous. If a gang war between you arises, it’d be complicated. 

Ava’s mansion, since it’s technically now hers, loomed in the distance after an hour of driving. It sat at the top of a small hill overlooking the expanse of their manor below. However, the unabridged shape of the house had been overwhelmed by imposing iron gates. They were huge gates. If there was a zombie apocalypse, you’d feel safer behind it. 

Envy once again settled in your chest. It was pathetic to feel such. However, what could you do? These feelings were completely normal, and even after all the things you’d done that would question your humanity, you remained entitled to this envy. 

It was past one a.m. when the limo finally lined itself along with ten other sports cars in their first garage. Yes, first of many. 

The main hall was expectedly empty when you entered, and the only noise you heard had been the sharp clack of your heels. 

You roamed your eyes around the majestic hall. You still could remember the first time her father brought you here. For minutes you refused to move for the fear that you might get lost. It’s just too huge and intimidating like a real life palace. 

The boss’ passing didn’t come off as a shock to everyone. He’d been battling an illness for years. And yet it didn’t make it any less tragic. He was the only adult figure you’d ever known after the death of your mother. His death surely had left a tiny hole in your heart. Everything you knew and every luxurious thing you possessed was because he trusted you. He trusted that you’d help bring his gang to its glory. 

Shaking your head to release some tension, you sighed and walked straight to the kitchen, almost dropping your purse at the sight which greeted you. It’s Ava, in her favorite pajamas, obviously mixing coffee.

“Why are you awake?” you raised the question. 

Ava swiftly turned from the coffee machine and adjusted her thick glasses. She looked so much like her father. Her skin was in rich tawny color, thick brows, a deep set of eyes, and a decently pointed nose. Ava was beautiful.

“Hi!” she greeted cheerily, “I have exams coming up so I’m pulling an all-nighter.” 

Right. She’s one school year away from graduating college. Home-schooled because of her family’s background. 

“And you thought a shot of espresso would help?” you quipped before sitting on one of the stools. “Take it easy or you’ll palpitate again. We do not want Sev scolding you before exams.” 

Sev is part of the gang and Ava’s personal butler. He’s slightly older than you and more like a brother to Ava. Similar to you, he had been of service to Ava’s family ever since the boss saved him from the juvie. 

Ava grabbed her cup with two hands and sat across from you. “I can make you one if you’d like. I’m getting better at it.” 

“I’d love to,” you sighed, “but I need sleep. There’s so much work to do tomorrow.” 

You hadn’t meant it to sound like you were complaining. However, Ava’s face easily formed an apology. 

“I’m sorry for sending you to the conference,” she whispered, “I mean, I would’ve gone myself but I didn’t wanna mess it up.” 

“Silly.” You chuckled. “It’s my job and I’d rather do it. I’ll never send you to negotiate with those men.” 

Ava smiled sheepishly. “One day, I have to. And you have to let me go.” 

You reached and pinched her cheek. “Not now, though. Lemme handle this for you, m’kay?” 

She took a sip from her cup before asking, “How was it? What do they need?” 

Propping your chin up with your hand, you let Ava into what you’ve discussed with Bonten’s number two. “They need us to buy guns for them. Your father had the grip on gunrunning business. They know it’s easier if our gang handles the job.” 

Curiosity shadowed her eyes. She must’ve been reviewing the names of people who could provide you with the goods. You had Sev list all the allies down for Ava to familiarize herself with, after all. 

“Are we talking about the one in Russia? What did you say?” 

“I said we’ll think about it. You can never trust anyone in this job,” you said with caution, “everyone can fuck our asses up real bad once they get what they want.” 

Ava nodded. “Will they, though? Bonten?” 

“If given the chance,” you answered truthfully. “Men are hungry creatures. And we’re vulnerable now because of your dad’s death, may he rest in peace, so we have to be extra careful.” 

Her eyes were moored to the steam coming from the cup. You knew she was thinking of something, yet she remained unreadable. “I wonder how did you manage to survive these hungry men,” she voiced out with emphasis to the last words. “Papa once said that you were only a teenager when you joined the gang. I couldn’t imagine how it must’ve felt like.” 

Suddenly, you’ve been brought back to the darkest days of your life that you would rather not think about. You smiled at Ava instead. “It’s not every day they see a woman handle shit meant for men. But such things don’t exist here. You have to be tough or they’ll eat you alive.”

“That sounds cool.” Ava lifted her face, her eyes shining like stars. “I want to be tough like you so I will not disappoint you and the gang.” 

After Ava finished her cup, you bid her goodbye. It’s past two now, said the clock inside your car. You let out your hundredth sigh of the night, turning on the stereo for the music to accompany you home. To your own home. 

There was an unparalleled relief once you arrived at the gates. To you, your home was the safest place where you could be. Nobody knows you live here. Not Ava, not Sev, not the gang. It’s your own place away from the chaos outside. Away from danger and the hubbub of gang trades. It’s not as grandiose or enormous as Ava’s mansion, but it is home. 

You blinked hard, pressing your finger to the motion sensor. A silent ding before the doors parted and you were inside. 

It’s oddly dark inside. You walked in further, palming the wall nearest to you for the light until you felt something cool pressing on your temple. 

“Gun’s off the house, angel,” he whispered before the lights filled the living room one by one, revealing Sanzu pressing a gun to your temple while holding a glass of Hennesy, no doubt. 

You groaned and reached for your purse. “You’re fucking dramatic.” 

Only when you tossed your gun to the ground did he retreat his hand. “Well, you’re sleep-deprived. I didn’t wanna take the chance.” 

“You’re right. I might’ve shot you on sight if the lights were on,” you said flatly while reaching for the laces of your heels. 

Sanzu placed his glass on the floor before reaching for your neck, wrapping his hand around gently before pushing you against the door. With his gun still in hand, he captured your lips. 

You answered the kiss with the same hunger, wrapping your arms around his neck. He ground his lower body to yours, hard-on against your tingling cunt. Before Sanzu pulled back and brought the gun between your bodies, rubbing your poor cunt with the nozzle. 

“Haru…” you gasped into his mouth. 

Sanzu’s eyes were intense, never letting go of your face. He trailed kisses down your jaw, rubbing the gun more aggressively now, before sucking on your skin. 

The whole ordeal had you dizzy while helplessly clawing at the door. The excitement just made your bones even more brittle, your knees starting to give up before Sanzu caught you. 

He retreated the gun, pulling your dress down and kissing your forehead. “You’re tired.” 

You held onto him, just relishing the warmth provided by his body. “Didn’t know you’re into edging.” 

Sanzu chuckled, tossing his gun to the nearest couch. He faced you, then, cupping your cheeks and pressing to purse your mouth together. “How’s my wife?” 

“Tired. So fucking tired. That shit Mikey pulled has me losing my mind a little,” you complained as you tugged his hand down and ambled for the bar counter barefooted. You sat on the stool while Sanzu took it upon himself to grab you a cold glass of water. “Would you let me in why he called Ava? It’ll be our little secret.” You winked at him playfully. 

Sanzu clapped his tongue. “You’re hot, but no. Besides, gang stuff stays out of the house, right?” 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” you murmured before emptying your glass. “I need a bath.” 

“It’s waiting for you upstairs,” Sanzu said. 

“Thank you,” you whispered before planting a kiss on his cheek. You hopped out of the stool and jogged toward the stairs. A few steps up, Sanzu called your name. You leaned over the railings to look down at him. 

“Remember the penthouse you wanted so bad?” He smiled from ear to ear. 

You folded your brows. “Yes. What about it?” 

A wide and satisfied grin adorned his lips, then. “It’s yours now.” 

Blinking, you stared at him for a good minute before your heart started to pump like crazy, blood rushing to your head. “No fucking way,” you gasped with an incredulous chuckle. 

He tipped the glass in your direction. “Yes fucking way. You can check it out tomorrow.” 

You released an excited shriek before running and hugging him. Sanzu giggled into your ear, whispering welcomes as you screamed your thank yous. Pulling back, you closed your mouth around his while smiling. He automatically raised your dress, squeezing your ass. 

“I deserve some pussy, don’t you think?” he whispered hoarsely, drunk to the kiss you shared. It’s silly how Bonten’s second in command folds with your kiss. 

“This pussy’s all yours tomorrow.” You tapped his cheek lightly. 

“Music to my fucking ears,” he groaned before leaning in for a kiss again. “I’ll meet you upstairs.” 

“I love you,” you said, refusing to let him go. “So much.” 

“I love you. Tenfold,” he replied instantly. There was nothing but absolute zeal in his eyes. 

You gave him a peck before jogging your way to the stairs again.

You opened the door to your shared bedroom. Instantly, the familiar scent of home whiffed at your nose. You smiled widely before stripping and going straight to the bathroom. 

Somehow, all the day’s work had been shredded off your skin. It’s always like this with Sanzu, your husband. Sometimes it scared you just how much you love him, and he had admitted the same all the time. And even though your works were different and you had to pretend enemies outside, it wouldn’t matter as long as you come home to each other.

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