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He’d Never Admit it -Prt 2

Gojo had a funny way of dealing with feelings, unfortunately it might be a little too late for the sorcerer when he finally realises what they are.

♡ part one ♡ part two ♡

Gojo Satoru x FemReader (Senior High School)

Word count: 5.5k (oops)

Warnings: BullyGojo . Gojo bring a dense menace . Crack . Smut . 18+ MDNI. Dirty Talk . Angst . Cliffhanger. No comfort (this chapter) . Jealous Gojo .

Seven days had passed since the incident on making a mess on dipshits desk, a nickname that Gojo had given the guy who was talking to you more and more as the days went.

It was annoying him, spurring him into feeling agitated -an emotion that was foreign to the six eyes.

He watched as your attention towards dipshit had started to focus more, you were smiling and chatting with him so easily.

So for the last five days Gojo took a slightly new approach to getting your attention.

He was going to cause the problem and then fix it, show you he was charming n’all that stuff that get girls attention, y’know the hero vibe!

Genius right?

Pftttt…

You were currently on path to walking past the strongest sorcerer as he stood acting like he was listening to the girl talking to him in the hallway. When you past he stuck his foot out making sure to catch yours, your books against your chest splayed out across the floor as your hands went to stop your face from hitting the ground.

But Gojo caught you, he never caught you, blinking at the hard floor his hand was gripping your shirt from the back, bunching the material in his hands as he grinned down at you like a Cheshire Cat.

“You’re so clumsy~ can’t have that pretty face all smashed in can we~!” he sang, thinking his smooth little plan had gone his way.

It really seemed it had. Until you squealed.

The buttons popped from your shirt, breasts straining against the material from Gojo gripping it at the back, your whole weight put into the flimsy material. Your arms flew to cover your chest as your tits practically burst from it, buttons popping as they echoed from their bounce down the halls.

Your knees tucked under you and your glared over your shoulder at Gojo, his smirk had dropped clean from his face.

Well, that didn’t go to plan.

“I didn’t-“ Gojo tried, his face not even hinting any amusement as he stared down at you.

“You’re such an asshole!!!!”

“It’s not my fault! Y’ storing cursed energy in those tiddies or something? You lost five buttons! They’re not even massive!”

He instantly regretted the words that left his mouth, he knew he was blabbering nervously but it came out a lot witter than he actually felt. But he couldn’t let anyone else see he was getting jittering could he?

Humour is his defence and deflection tactic after all.

The blush formed across your face as you tried your best to ignore the students who had stopped to watch the scene unfold.

Gojo blinked, eyes drifting to your breast squashed up and exposed from the torn shirt, your arms doing their best to cover you up.

They do be looking good like that though. He thought.

Ah man, he was getting hard again, seriously why did you always affect him like this? You looked so flustered… one of the cupboards wasn’t far from here maybe he could drag yo-

“Look at them tits! Wonder how big they are!”

“Man, a perfect handful maybe a little more!”

Your head snapped around to the boys gossiping who instantly shut up.

“Yeah? How big are your dicks huh? A thumbs length at most, maybe a little more.” You spat sarcastically.

“8.5 inches, 9 on a good day.” Satoru announced whilst he shrugged before bending closer to you and lifting you to him slightly, like you weighed nothing.

“-and it’s always a good day with you.” He whispered the last part winking at you.

“NO ONE ASKED YOU GOJO!” You seethed.

The boys sputtered, girls giggling in the background at them as the attention was briefly taken from you.

Which soon returned when a jacket was thrown over you and Gojo’s hand.

Ah, we meet again, sir dipshit. Gojo thought as his eyes narrowed on a blazer being placed over you.

“C’mon, you have your blazer in your locker right?” Dipshit suggested, smiling at you with some Prince Charming fucking look.

You nodded and stood with his help.

“Nice one, Romeo.” Dipshit mumbled whilst looking over his shoulder at Satoru.

That was day one of Gojo being left stood dumbfounded as to why his tactic didn’t work.

0 to Gojo and 1 to dipshit.

Day two came and he bought you a box of your favourite Mochi as an apology .. without having to actually verbally say sorry.

But Satoru ate the whole box on the walk here.

Gojo frowned as he looked down at the box, seeing one left sitting innocently as if to mock him.

You said to yourself she won’t notice if you have just one and here I am.

0 to Gojo 1 to his sweet tooth and lack of self restraint.

The third day went better, as some one opened their locker a little too harshly and Gojo had got there in time to stop it slamming into the side of your head. His hand flat pressed against the locker door and he grinned at you, you rolled your eyes and shut your own, turning away from him. He looked over his shoulder and glared at the boy who laughed nervously.

“Watch it will you?”

Gojo’s mood changed as he pouted looking at you disappearing into the hall way, his long legs caught up with you quickly and he grabbed your shoulder…

“Hey! I just saved that pretty face again, you’re not gonn-“

He didn’t realise you were drinking some water, tugging your shoulder back had caused the bottle to leave your lips whilst still tilted, pouring it down your shirt which instantly became see through.

Gojo eyed the bottle of water -was it bubbling? It looked like it was boiling in your hand. Blue eyes turning to you answered his assumption.

“Heh, you’re mad at me.”

Your eye twitched, but his eyes kept flickering down to that pretty lacy bra you were wearing under your white shirt, which was now sticking to you like second skin on your chest.

“Fuming.”

Gojo took a step backwards and held his hands up innocently. The bottle soon colliding with his head knocking his glasses half off his face.

“Take your jacket off Satoru!”

Your hands started gripping said item, causing him to laugh at you fumbling with his clothing. He kept his hands up in a surrender but it didn’t stop his cockiness.

“You’re not usually this keen to get my clothes off~! Heh look at you go!”

He was happy to see you walking away with his blazer around you, absolutely swallowing you cause y’know, he’s a big boy and he grinned smugly.

1 for Gojo.

Later that day you’d found him after your last class, handing back his blazer that he couldn’t help notice smelled so much like you now, mixed with his own scent.

Fuck it was a good combination.

“Here,”

“Hmm, I think you owe me for borrowing it all day. I’ve been all cold without it!” Satoru chimed giving you a smirk, eyes looking at you over the rim of his glasses so you could see his mischievous intention.

“You’re kidding right? It was your fault in the first place!”

“Nah I done nothing wrong!”

He didn’t take him much to back you into a nearby cupboard, hiking your skirt up to your waist and pushing your panties to the side. Your hands gripped against the cupboard shelves as he pulled your hips back into him, his breath fanning across your neck as he placed little bites along the skin.

Pressing the tip of his dick between your slick folds and rocking his hips, a long airy moan left him, your hips twitching back as his head caught your clit.

“Watch it then,” Satoru pushed your head forwards, forcing you to watch as his dick slid between your thighs, rubbing along your clit in the process. The head glistening with slick as it pushed through your folds, using them and your thighs as a flesh light. Gojo leaned forward to bury his face in your neck, his hand in your hair still keeping your head down to watch as he thrusted.

“Shit this feels s’good - Hah -I ain’t even done anything and y’so wet already, bet I could slip right in huh?”

“Nah-“ you huffed, arching your hips back before bringing them back as you started to rut against him yourself, Gojo stopped moving and watched as you rolled your pussy against him, tightening your thighs. “-you’ll have to try a little harder.”

Gojo chuckled behind you before pulling back, with the wet slap of his cock hitting his stomach before he spun you around, hands gripping the back of your thighs he lifted you up to wrap them around him. One of your hands gripped the shelf behind your shoulder, the other gripped the hair at the back of his head. Pink dusted both your cheeks as the closet started to get stuffy.

Gojo looked down to the slight gap between you, cock rested against his abdomen, he flexed it watching the trail of slick and pre cum link from his bellend to his stomach.

“Reckon? It’s dripping from just rubbing ya.”

You groaned and pulled his head back roughly, he winced but let out an airy moan.

You rose an eyebrow before a smirk spread on your face. You tugged his hair again, even harder and watched as his dick flexed, his hands tighten on your thighs and a moan caught on his throat.

Oh, the cocky bastard liked it!

“You’re pathetic Satoru, you really have no idea do you? Hurry up and fuck me then before a change my mind.”

You lifted and rolled your hips forward, your hole catching at his head, it only took him one thrust to slid in. A moan leaving you both as you clenched squeezing him. his cock flexing again in you as he felt you adjust around him.

“Shit -how are you always so fucking tight?”

He shifted you, lifting you a bit higher than him and wrapping his arms around your waist. He went to press his face into your neck but you pulled his head back again by his hair to take in his expression. Blue eyes glazed over, light pink across his cheeks and his mouth slightly open.

“You look so fucked out already Sato’”

He didn’t say anything, his eyes drinking you in.

“Open your mouth,”

And he did, your hand pulling his hair back again as you let spit gather on the end of your tongue, Gojo watched as you slowly let it dribble onto his own. Cock flexing again he moaned, closing his mouth he swallowed without even being told.

Because this was his way of being sorry, ‘cause he fucking loved it when you took control of him like a dog.

But he’d never admit that.

“Guess I can be a lil rough,” he mumbled before twisting his hair from your grip and burying his face into your neck, arms wrapping even tighter as he started to fucking rut into you. His heavy moans and sighs fogging against your neck, vibrating down your skin and making you clench around him

“S-slow down Gojo-“

“Nah, I’m way too fucking fired up now.”

Day four however took a turn of events, he hasn’t actually seen you today which was unusual.

However when he did see you it only spurred something ugly in his chest.

Anger wasn’t an emotion that Gojo felt often, if at all. He was far too care free and lacked any real connection to most things, he didn’t care deeply enough for things to get him angry.

Or so he thought.

Seeing you at that coffee shop with that fucking guy?

That did it.

Yeah that guy! The Dipshit.

Gojo didn’t get it, did you not understand the message he was giving you when he made you cum all over the guys desk? The guy who was asking you about your dating choices?

The message was clear, so he thought anyway.

You’re mine.

But he’d never admit that, right?

You actually ended up going out with him even after Gojo made a sloppy mess between your legs and had the name Satoru falling from those pretty plump lips of yours as you cum over his tongue again and again. He didn’t even relieve himself with you that day on the desk- that’s how selfless he was being that day! Yet you were actually went on a damn date with him! Even after he fucked you dumb yesterday in the closet!

And you were happy.

You were laughing, smiling and fucking flirting with him.

You didn’t smile at him no matter his goofy behaviour -you never laughed at Satoru Gojo.

That really bugged him. He was always goofy and silly!

And he knew your body inside and out -he always made you feel better after he upset you. That guy didn’t, as far as Gojo knew anyway.

Shit, wait, what if you cum for that guy like you did the six eyes? Was he better than him? No freakin’ way! Is that why you were happy and smiling with that guy? Shit, shit, shit.

“Satoru, you good?”

“Huh? Yeah m’fine,” he waved Suguru off side glancing at you again from his booth at the cafe.

“Really? You look like you’ve just been dumped.”

“What? I’ve never been dumped, no one’s dumped me!”

The all too fast reply was humorous, it didn’t match his trying to look cool facade -in fact he broke it altogether.

Geto rose an eyebrow, a smirk twitching at his lips, his eyes had seen his best friend staring at you with another guy and he seen those blue eyes of Gojo’s stealing another side glance like he was worried to miss something.

Suguru chose his words specifically when he said the dump word.

Plus that defensive sputtering of a reply that was so out of character from his usual cocky, flippant friend?

Oh no, this was hilarious ! Satoru was actually hung up -he was upset. Over a girl.

“I didn’t say you had, said you looked like it,”

“Tch, whatever. There’s not even an expression for that kinda crap, you’re talking shit Suguru.”

Geto’s eyes widened slightly, pink dusting across Gojo’s cheeks, his body and emotions totally betraying the look Gojo was trying to give -flippant and unbothered.

“Man, look at you!” Geto laughed, leaning forward on the table to point at Satoru’s cheeks “-the blush brings out the blue in your eyes~”

Gojo slapped his hands away and glared over the rim of his glasses. Leaning back into the boot he swung an arm over the spine of it, man spreading and shifting his pose to deflect his feelings as if trying once again to convince his emotions into what his body language was showing, however they still weren’t meeting to agree.

“So you’re not into her?”

Gojo snorted and rose an eyebrow at Suguru,

“Her? As if,” Gojo waved his hand dismissively “-not my type.”

Suguru nodded, crossing his arms and leaning back into the booth seat, turning his head up to the ceiling as if he was in thought.

“Yeah, gotta be honest you’d be punching with her Satoru. Guess you’re not into wife material,”

Suguru was playing the game and it was working.

Gojo frowned as he looked away eyes unfocused as he stared aimlessly into the cafe.

“Aren’t you dating Gojo?”

“-who said that?” You practically spat, you were flustered but it came out more aggressive than you wanted, seeing as you cleared your throat and asked again in a nicer manner, still looking at the guy like he has grown three heads.

“Uh I mean the whole school is whispering about it, you not seen that little fan club of his death glaring at you?”

“What idiot would date Satoru?” Your nose wrinkled as if he disgusted you, as if the thought of actually being with him was so unimpressive that you couldn’t imagine someone that would go for him. HIM, GOJO SATORU UNIMPRESSIVE! The audacity!

“So, you’d be up for me taking you out for a coffee? It’s the least I can do y’know.”

The conversation ran clear, even as he ate your pussy an hour after they were spoken it still rang at the back of his head. That insecurity of his that he buried being triggered.

You’re not good enough, everyone thinks you’re annoying and only see you for your potential -only see you as the six eyes.

The whole conversation you had and he heard, your reaction to dating him was actually hurtful -why did he disgust you? Sure he teased you a lot, but he always made you feel better! It was part of the game right? He teased you, you get angry and you both make up.

He was good looking -incredibly so if you asked him and most people. He always smelled good -he bought really expensive cologne. He was hygienic, his clothes were always clean and stylish. He had money. He was the strongest sorcerers around even at 18. He was the pride of his family.

So why did he disgust you? Why did you act like he wasn’t good enough?

Tch.

So you wanted to act all high and mighty huh? Like he wasn’t good enough for you.

Well, Satoru would settle the score -he’d stop the rumours and clear things up no problem!

Let day five commence.

“Oi,”

Your shoulders hunched as you heard that dreaded voice appear in class, it was Friday and clock out was fast approaching, in fact this was the last lesson of the day before a few weeks holiday. You were sat at your desk grabbing your book for the study session.

A hand slammed down on your desk as he half bent over, reluctantly you looked up and your face fell. His shit eating grin was smug, eyes glistening over the rim of his glasses as they reflected from the sun bouncing on them through the window.

“You left these at my place-“

Hanging from Gojo’s index finger were the panties he’d ripped off from you last week, looking innocent as they swayed so silently from his digit as he lifted them to gain focus on it -no he lifted them so the whole class could see them.

The gasps from the room flooded your ears, your eyes darting to see everyone in the class was looking at you both.

“Satoru that’s too fa-“

Oh? The fact Suguru was finally saying something was perhaps enough to kick your brain into drive that this was actually happening.

“Ah, they didn’t fit you Satoru? What a shame,” even though you were trying to deflect him the heat was rising to your face, feeling up your neck like bugs under you skin.

Like Gojo fucking Satoru under your skin.

Gojo snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Wrong pair those looked great on me. These I ripped off you remember? Hence the condition, thought you’d want’em back for your new dipshit boyfriend.”

In a fluid movement he bunched the panties in his hand and pointed that thumb over to someone behind him. Your eyes followed and landed on the guy you’d been to coffee with, your eyes then followed to where he was sat and it clicked.

That desk..

“He’s not my boyfriend, you’re the dipshit!”

“Yeah yeah, s’what you said ‘bout not dating me yet you’re leaving this at my place hmm?”

He grinned at you, if you were less upset you’d maybe see that his eyes weren’t entirely amused like they usually danced with when he teased you. You’d see he was hurt, he was annoyed there was a slight hardness to them.

But he’d never admit that.

Your hand covered your mouth and cheeks in an attempted to cover your face going beet red, eyes filling with tears as the shear embarrassment hit you like a train. There were so many eyes on you and you felt corned. Your heart sank to your stomach, drowning in the acid that sat there, eating away at you so viciously you felt nauseous.

You stood from your seat, clumsily grabbing your bag and books, looking at Gojo with enough pain on your face to make his own expression fall.

The glistening of feral amusement from his eyes dulled as he set his gaze on what he could only guess was his first look at heart break. -his first look at really hurting you.

No, this wasn’t right, it wasn’t supposed to make him feel like this.

Your hand lowered slightly to release words that made him freeze.

“I hate you Satoru,”

It was eerie how quietly and calmly you spoke, yet it was just so fucking sad how your gentle voice cracked. There was no insult, no temper -nothing.

No, this was different to your usual anger, this wasn’t how it usually goes. You started off like you always did, keeping him place and bantering back. But this?

You never said you hated him, you never looked at him like that before. These weren’t tears of frustration this was something else.

Suddenly he didn’t think your eyes looked so pretty like this, glistening with tears that he caused.

You turned and he stood frozen at your run from the room, everything slowed as you left. How your hair whipped around you, how those stray tears left you dancing a battle through strands of your hair. It was all so clear as time slowed and that was nothing to do with his unique eyes.

The class wasn’t full of people yet -you hated crowds and always got here early but there were a few here.

Suguru gripped the back of his collar and pulled him back, dragging him out the class.

“Satoru, you’re beyond dense. You really outdone yourself this time.”

The next few weeks of a short holiday flew by and Satoru heard nothing from you, his texts not delivered and his calls straight to answer phone.

Satoru > Yo pretty

Satoru > you ignoring me now? Don’t do that :( you’ll miss me too much~

Satoru > c’monnnn babe don’t be like this :( I know how you make you feel better~! ;D come spend next weekend with me! I’ll even take you to get some Mochi, there’s this Zunda and cream flavour you gotta try! I’ll buy you a box!

Satoru > oi stop being a big baby, talkkkkk toooo meeeeeeeeeee!

Satoru > oi

Satoru > hellllllooooooo

Satoru > ╰⋃╯ both know mines bigger :D he misses you <;3

Satoru > Hey, it’s been two weeks, seriously you good?

Satoru > Hey, y/n you’re not back at class, can you just let me know you’re good?

The return to senior high for the last few weeks before everyone left for university or careers came and went quickly -he never saw you again.

He never seen you to tease and he missed it, he missed finding you to annoy you. He missed burying his face in your thighs to cheer you up, he missed pushing that silly school skirt up, he missed how your thigh high socks felt under his hands as he grabbed your thighs whilst bullying his dick into you.

But he’d never admit that to you.

“Y-You’re a r-real asshole you know that?”

A flat line presented on Gojo’s mouth, cracking his can of drink open his head tilted in the direction of the voice, blue eyes looking over his glasses as he stared at the guy without much expression. The guy brave enough to stutter an insult to him.

Yeah, the guy who took you out on a date. Sir dipshit.

“S-s-sorry what was that?” Satoru mocked uncaringly, stuttering to remind the guy he was scared to talk to him.

“Yeah, that! Exactly what I mean. She never dated me you idiot -I asked her out for coffee so she could help me come out to a guy I liked, who’s now my boyfriend.”

Gojo’s heart accelerated in his chest, he finally understood what the phrase meant ‘the colour drained from their face’ because he literally felt the blood dropping from it.

God that was weird, he’s never felt that before.

Outwardly he stayed collected -he stayed cool because he was Gojo Satoru.

“So?”

“So?! Everyone’s noticed how grumpy you’ve been, you deserve much worse after what you did. You should have just asked her out like a normal person would, but your crappy god complex wouldn’t allow that would it!”

“Who said I liked her like that?”

He deadpanned at Gojo, the silence between them was thick as the blue eyes stared at him without much expression trying so hard to remain cool. Trying so hard to not show his discomfort.

But his heart was bouncing against his rib cage, his lungs were trying to pick up his breathing as his emotions started to physically unsettle him, Gojo’s palms were sweating yet he felt a cold rush over his skin.

What the hell was going on? Was he sick?

“You’re kidding right? Do you not realise you’re completely head over heels for her? The whole school knows it, how do you not? Y’know, you don’t deserve her, good job you have no idea, you were so mean to her because you couldn’t figure out you liked her and you’re useless in dealing with it. You saved her from it.”

Turning and fanning his hand dismissively over his shoulder Gojo was left to stand by himself with his can of drink fizzing against the silence he was plunged into.

Eyes blinking, his cool attitude and posture absolutely crumbling to a dumbfounded display.

He liked you?

Is that what this was?

No he didn’t like you!

Right?

The whole school knew? The fuck?

Gojo collected his phone from his pocket, turning on his heels he walked down the hallway whilst making a call.

“Satoru,” Geto answered

“I like her?”

“What? Was that a statement or a question?”

“The whole school knows I like her, what-“

“Oh, her. You finally realised huh Satoru?”

“YOU TOO?! Why didn’t you tell me!”

“You’re hopeless,” Suguru sighed heavily down the line, “-like you’d have done anything about it. Thought it was best forgotten after the last day you seen her, it’s been weeks and schools over, s’a bit late. She’s gone Kyoto for university Satoru.”

“How do you know that? She’s not carrying on as a sorcerer?”

“I seen her last week at Jujustu Tech. Her dad died recently on a job and he wanted her to get away from it all.”

“Her dad died?”

“Yeah, that mission couple weeks ago with the train, that special grade took him out and she finished it off, she has a pretty nasty domain apparently. She had a meeting with the higher ups about it, she was injured.”

You never told him about that, ah man, if Gojo didn’t know what guilt felt like before then he sure fucking did now.

Is that why you weren’t messaging him?

“Just let it go Satoru, you screwed up, move forward.”

No, that wasn’t why you weren’t messaging him.

You weren’t talking to him because of what he did, because of how he was treating you. Because of what he did the last day he saw you.

He tried to forget it because hearing you say you hate him was horrible, seeing you truly upset was weighing heavy on him and the fact he wasn’t there this time to wipe your tears, or make you feel better didn’t sit right with him.

But you’d disappeared from his life, you’d ignored his texts and calls, you left him.

Was it really too late?

You really had left.

Your house was sold, waiting for a new family to occupy the building. Gojo stood before it frowning, hands in his pockets as he looked over it looking so empty and lifeless, a mere shell of the comfort it would bring him. He’d see your cursed energy residing within it, sometimes your dads if he wasn’t away on missions.

The same building that looked so different now, weird to think it had your window on it which Gojo had thrown stones at in the middle of the night when he was having trouble sleeping. He rarely needs a lot of it and his eyes are the reason for his lack of sleep, not to mention his intake of sweet things to try keep his mind stimulated.

It was only getting worse as he got older, he seemed to realise. Yeah, both his eye sensitivity and his sweet tooth.

You were never particularly happy about it, him rattling stones at your window when your dad wasn’t home.

“Piss off will you?! It’s like 2am you menace! Quit throwing stones at my window and find someone else to torment.”

So he did.

Stop throwing stones at your window that was, he’d still turn up only this time floating innocently outside your window knocking on it asking to be let in.

“I told you to quit it Satoru!”

“Nah, said stop throwing stones at ya window so I did, just knocked instead.”

“Get in before someone sees you!!”

Worked like a charm. Every time.

Now though? Doubt he could be getting away with that at the new owners. Besides you weren’t there.

Turning he left the house behind him and found himself walking past it at least once, maybe twice a week for the next two years.

He hoped he’d find your cursed energy there, maybe the new owners were distant family and you’d come back to visit.

But the family held no cursed energy, not even a flicker of it. So Gojo eventually stopped walking by, but one place he did return to was the grave of your dad.

He’d leave a flower there.

“Guess I shouldn’t have been such a dick to her huh?”

Silence as usual.

He’d stand and leave, sighing as he now replaced his glasses with his blind fold he had started to wear because it was being too much for his eyes to deal with.

Everything was so damn blinding.

At first he thought of you everyday, thinking he never used to think this much about you when you were around.

At least he didn’t think he did. Besides Suguru and Shoko he didn’t really rely on anyone, but perhaps you were someone from his past that he could have included on that list back then that only seems to get shorter.

When Suguru dumped him outside KFC, not one of his classiest moments, Gojo truly started to feel alone in this life.

As the weeks turned into months, months turned into years and he gradually forgot about you the best he could, only occasionally being reminded of you every now and then.

Usually when another girl asked him about his past relationships.

“So you’ve never had that special someone?”

They all thought they’d be that thing for him but they never were, 90% of the time he couldn’t even get around to sleeping with them. He wanted something deeper than surface sex, sure it felt good but something was missing.

He never had a relationship, because he just wasn’t the kind of guy to be involved with someone like that. His work was dangerous, he alone would make anyone around him a target. So Gojo kept his distance, his god complex grew trying to bury that deep, gnawing insecurity and stomach churning loneliness. His infinity kept people at bay, both for his emotional and physical protection, burying his sickening need for touch by something that loved him.

These girls after you? They never stood up to him, they were pillow princesses and only aided his dominant nature. He never got that rush that he got with you -that high and low.

He was never as hard as he was for you, that 9 inches on a good day? Yeah, definitely remained at a 8.5inches

He stopped comparing to you after three years, he stopped thinking about you and he buried his head into his work because the weight of Suguru leaving him was another thing for him to carry. He was lonely and he didn’t want more people close to him again and feel that loss.

Funny, because the people he loved were still alive and left him, it hurt more than people dying around him that he knew.

Suguru was a deep friendship lost, you were something he didn’t fully understand.

He started to get comfortable, he started to move forward from you and Suguru…

Then the order came from the higher ups.

Stood in the usual room, Gojo remained in the centre, bored and irritated with these douches already sputtering at him.

“There has been an issue in Kyoto, we need you to go and investigate, students have been going missing. There have been rumours that a cursed object has been confirmed, resulting in a reincarnation of a past cursed spirit rising. You are to investigate and execute, minimal damage and lives lost Gojo, we mean it this time.”

“-and put a damn curtain up will you?”

He didn’t even reply, turning he fixed his eyes in front of him, he heard them and had nothing to say because his mind was else where.

Returning back to you, just when he stopped thinking about you almost three years later.

Kyoto?

That’s where you went right? He’s pretty sure Suguru told him you’d be studying at a university there.

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed <3 I’m tempted to make this into a part three in a slight time skip. Hmm! We shall see, do we need a part three for closure & comfort? Cause I think so 😎

Thank you thank you thank yoouuuu for all the comments / reblogs etc 🥹 it won’t let me comment on this account (does through my main one which is soooo annoying. But reading them all inspired me massively and I appreciate everyone <3

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The Sly-ent Goodbye

Not every girl is a damsel in distress, you should have known better than to think Gojo’s attention would last forever. What’s the best way to divorce a cheating husband?

Warnings : 18+ MDI. Riding . Sexual theme . Sexual talk . DomFem SubGojo > Subfem DomGojo . Mentions of cheating . Toxic relationships. Angst . Cliffhanger.

Gojo Satoru X FemReader

He was always such a whiney man when he was about to cum, given you’d edged him three times now and he was sweating, panting, drool left the corner of his mouth as you watched his fingers a flex and grip the rope tied around his wrists.

“Fuck, fuck fu-that’s it, don’t stop, there, yes, baby, baby I’m gonna cum- don’t, don’t fucking edge me again. Let me cum, please? Please.”

His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed pink and you could have sworn his gorgeous blue eyes were glistening watching you bounce on his cock looking so fucking beautiful and flustered.

The squelch of your pussy slapping down on to him, your own cum coating his cock and thighs as you used him as your own personal fuck toy.

And he was living for it.

His toes were curling, his legs fidgeting as he fought the urge to buck his hips up into you. His dick was so sensitive it was borderline painful, but he was so desperate for release.

Satoru was never one for being put into a position of being a sub but god it was empowering watching a man like him crumble as you fucked him into bliss. If he realises how damn good this was gonna be he’d have let you dom him sooner…

He had been gloating about you not being to hold your own, that you were going to be begging him to hit that spot for you and you wouldn’t find it either out him yet he was eating his own words. A little offended that you’d managed to find that sweet spot yourself and only needed him to lay there but hey, it was worth a bit of pride damage.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, you always rode him so well and took his long dick like such a good girl, but something about this was different. The way you ran your hands through your hair, the way you played with your tits bouncing as you fucked him. How your hips would switch from bouncing on him to rotating, he could hear how wet you were, he could feel it on his skin.

It wasn’t like he’d trust anyone else to actually tie him down, he didn’t even know you knew how to tie a knot like that and he stopped his mind from wondering to how you’d learned it. After all you were rather buddy with Sukuna in the past and that guy was into all sorts of weird shit, looking at him and his behaviour is enough of a give away.

You’d deprived Gojo of anything, he couldn’t touch or taste you, he couldn’t move effectively literally laying there taking your pussy clenching around him soaking his cock in cum.

Despite your legs shaking, thighs aching and needing some kind of sugar in your system to help you recover from it you didn’t allow it stop yourself.

It felt too good for both of you.

Your clit was buzzing for attention, it tingled and only got contact when your pubic bone hit his lower stomach, sinkinh his dick into you as far as it could go. Gojo had length on his side, it still took your breath away with how deeply he could bury it into you.

His hips twitched, trying to thrust up to aid himself and push himself over the edge he was so desperately seeking.

“You wanna cum for me? Have you been a good enough boy, Satoru?”

You were breathless, trying to heave air into your lungs in shaking breaths and it sounded fucking hot, Gojo nodded underneath you, blue eyes meeting yours as his legs kicked the mattress, before his feet braced against it to give himself some leverage.

“Y-Yeah, been a good boy. Let me fuck you, can’t take it anymore -pussy’s so good.”

Your shakey hands slid up to the rope holding him and undone the knot, you weren’t sure what flipped faster; his whiney attitude and tone or him putting you onto your back against the mattress.

He panted above you, eyes roaming over every inch of you as he took you in below him at this new angle. That shit eating grin spread across his lips and his eyes almost turned feral with amusement.

“Shit, you’re too pretty huh? Look at you my pretty lil wifey~! How sloppy this pussy has got from ridin’ me like that, I’m impressed.”

Gojo hummed in thought as he drank you in, before leaning back onto his knees, you hissed as his dick left you feeling empty and it slapped against his stomach, base ringed by your cum as it gathered in white slick. He looked unbelievably handsome as the morning light gently illuminated around him, that sex glow on him just aided it with flushed cheeks, blue eyes glowing and messy white hair. He caught you looking and gave a cocky grin, reaching a hand down to stroke his cock using your slick and cum to aid his stroking.

”Look how much cum is on my cock, baby you really are so sloppy for me.”

As if to aid his taunting he rose his hand to play with the slick between his fingers, before rising to his mouth and cleaning them. You moaned and felt heat creep up to your cheeks, forgetting how filthy this man could be sometimes.

“Disappointed you didn’t sit on my face whilst you had the chance y’know you’re my favourite sweet!”

Gojo chuckled whilst grabbing your ankles, throwing them over his shoulder only to lean over you again, without even looking he lined his tip up with your swollen hole, knowing you as well as his own body he didn’t even need to guide himself. His hands braced either side of your head as he leaned over you, almost folding you in half as he eased himself in slowly, your eyes rolled back as he bullied his cock in, it was tighter from the position and he hit so deeply your breath left your lungs.

"S'it, take it all, you're such a good girl f’me~!” Satoru breathed out, his hips stuttering as he pressed into you to the hilt.

One of his hands moved to braced against the headboard for stability as the entire bed jolted at his aggressive pace, his knuckles turning white by his grip on it. His jaw hung slack as he stared into your eyes with such an intense gaze you almost forgot about what he’d done for a few moments.

That raw emotion and intensity he held for you, that honest emotion and he drank in everything you were under him. He just couldn’t stop looking at you, you could feel his eyes like they were watching every movement you made more than usual, like he was reading every expression.

You tried to shift the paranoia as you knew this was how he always looked at you, especially when the sex was mind fucking blowing.

Tears threatened to spill as that raw feeling of heartbreak spread through your chest like acid eating away at you.

You knew this was the last time you’d seen him looking at you like this, the last time you’d let him fuck you like this and for the first time today it really hit you. You spent the day doing everything you both enjoyed, not leaving the couch binging movies, eating sweet foods and his favourite mochi.

“You cryin’? Baby, you shouldn’t have edged me like that. You need t’cum?”

He always was so useless at emotions and reading them, let alone him trying to express himself honestly.

You nodded, trying to fool him that was what you were upset over and it wasn’t far from the truth, you were over stimulated but it was the intensity of emotions in his eyes that were causing the horrid feeling to spread through you. Regret, doubt and the denial starting to wash over the anger.

“Proud you’ve last this long wifey~!” he praised

His hand left the headboard moving your left leg off his shoulder and keeping your right hooked over his. Sliding his hand up across your thigh it dipping between you to press against your clit, you gasped and bucked your hips against him.

"N-No, Toru s'too much I can't-" He chuckled and lowered himself to press his forehead against yours, the hand planted by your shoulder dropped to brace his weight on his elbow.

“You can,”

He let his body press against you and he shift his hips to bury into you at the hilt stopping his thrusting, his thumb rubbed in circles on your clit as he took in your expression, a small smile on his face.

You sobbed under him and the tears finally fell, sliding down your cheeks. The smile on his face faltered and a small frown took over, his lips pressing to the corner of your eye before kissing your temple.

“Let it go, y’know you’ll feel better when you cum.” He offered it as some comfort, thinking he was comforting for the right reasons.

That’s not it, that’s not fucking it. You chanted in your head, trying to mute out that voice that started to claw at the back of your skull.

He was with another last night, he’s fucking you after fucking her -it’s disgusting.

You turned your head and tilted it upwards to try press your mouth to his, trying to distract yourself physically and get back to losing yourself in the sex, his body was practically crushing you, caging you in so you were consumed by him. He knew you, so well, without hesitating and understanding what you wanted, he moved his mouth met yours in a messy, unbelievably close kiss.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking at the ankle to keep him deeply buried in you.

This was the last time you were letting him cum in you, the last time you were going to hear how much he praised you.

The last time he was going to come back home to you after being with another woman, it was all so fucking heartbreaking and he had no idea you were going through it.

“Cum in me Satoru, fill me up, be a good boy,”

You coaxed him into it, as his thrusts started to get sloppy, as he started to whine into your neck, slurring words of love for you that you were trying to not listen to but everything felt so loud right now, like you were hyperaware of everything.

His paced stuttered as his grip on you tightened, his thrusting hard but sloppy as he hit you so deeply you jolted, wrapping your ams around his head, your fingers weaving through his hair to gently grip it keeping his face against your neck.

"Gonna cum so fucking hard, fuck, fuck- hah, gonna cum in this-gonna-"

You weren't sure Gojo even knew what he was saying at this point, he groaned into your neck as his hips pressed into you shooting ropes of cum, his body freezing as his somach muscles twitched, his hips stuttering trying to keep some sloppy pace, he was cumming hard and so much you felt it spilling from you as it dripped down your ass.

Gojo rose up with a heavy exhale leaving him like he'd held his breath, his hands braced either side of you as he looked at you, panting heavily, his hair stuck to his face and you could have swore his arms were shaking slightly.

You clenched around him and he buckled to his elbows, breath hitching in his throat as your gummy walls squeeze his sensitive dick still buried in you.

"S-Stop it, you tryin' to kill me by sex'?" he half glared at you and you couldn't help the laugh that left you.

You pushed the hair from his face, slicking it back but the odd strand still fell to frame his eyes.

"Death by pussy, most men would be proud to depart this life in such a way. Lets get a shower, then I'll head out and grab us some breakfast."

Gojo's head dipped to press into your neck again, then his whole body fell onto you, you grunted in response to it and tried to roll him off.

"Get off fat ass! You're too heavy!"

"M’not fat! Look at my six pack! Just get something ordered in yeah?"

"I wanna cook something for us and I fancy an iced coffee,"

Gojo sighed and rolled off you, spreading his arms either side as he stared up at the ceiling, waving you off with one hand before letting it fall on your side of the bed, now empty as you stood.

You disappeared for a moment, grabbing some paperwork you had out ready before coming back in to Gojo starfishing on the bed, staring at the ceiling without much expression, pink still dusted his cheeks but his breathing had evened out.

"Oh, I forgot, I need you to sign this I lost my bank card for our account and I need your signature as well to get a new card ordered. Also, get up you need to shower, I'll wash you down."

He acted dramatically, like he was using all his effort to sit up and swing his legs from the bed, resting one elbow on a knee whilst the other ran through his messy white hair.

“Man women just nag, nag, nag,”

You stuck your tongue out at him which twitched a smirk on his face, blue eyes glistening as that amusement shined in them and he held his hand out for the pen you were holding, then signed where you were pointing, next to the box where you signature already was.

You folded the paper and placed it on the dressing table, trying to be subtle about it not wanting his attention to fall back to it.

Gojo snatched your wrist before you could get too far from him, spinning you around and pulling you between his legs, burying his face into your chest and quite literally snuggling himself into your tits. Arms wrapping around you to keep you in place he sighed heavily, a goofy smile appearing on his lips.

"Shower Satoru,"

He turned his eyes up to you, comforted by your boobs, his chin resting on your sternum and pouted at you.

"The naggy wife look doesn't suit you, stop it and just come cuddle, I need some pampering! Look at your poor husband!” He gave you some crappy puppy eyes and pouted.

He didn't know your heart was breaking, he didn't know how sick you felt when that pen touched the paper, how each stroke of the ink felt like he was carving it out of your skin.

He didn't know he just signed divorce papers.

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grimmblow · 2 years ago

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Eight Months, One Week, and Two Days

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yjd7pWn

by Jiminybillybob

Grimmjow poured another glass of alcohol and tilted his funny stupid head slightly as he said, “I think you’re sexually frustrated,” And Ichigo? Ichigo had always been nothing but a handsome, sexy, dorky, big idiot. 700 Days AU. Oneshot. IchiRuki. Complete.

Words: 8176, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of 700 Days: then, now, and later

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, Abarai Renji, Ishida Uryuu, Inoue Orihime

Relationships: Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia & Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Long-Distance Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, random scenarios, Ichigo is pinning, Slice of Life, I love long-distance relationship trope XD sorry, same scenarios different stories, somehow it gets steamy a little bit XD, I don’t write lemons I haven’t gotten past the religious guilt XD

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/yjd7pWn

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grimmblow · 2 years ago

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friendly reminder that Grimmjow can be a bit dorky:

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grimmblow · 2 years ago

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Memory | Grimmjow x Reader

PAIRING: Grimmjow x reader

This definitely could seem a bit ooc and a bit messy, but I am out of practice. No warnings.

Ok so I finally started Bleach, and I am obsessed with Grimmjow. So much that I just had to write something down. Might do some parts to this, I have some ideas.

There was a time in your life, where you and Grimmjow were something that resembled friends.

Or at least had something that was the closest thing to friendship someone like him could probably achieve.

When you were 17, he just was there. He showed up in your kitchen, to this day you have no clue as to actually why, but he was there. It was obvious that he was not really a human, that kind of scary mask gave it away.

As you were prepping your lunch, you noticed someone was behind you; looking around you saw this musclemass of a man (well, not really) standing there. Rather than screaming or freaking out you just looked at him confused.

You already noticed weird things happening in your world, with people dressed In black running around like nobody is watching, monsters appearing and disappearing, but this was something new.

The man with the blue hair was smiling, when he noticed that you could see him.

“Huh, so you can see me?”

“Of course I can, you are right in front of me”, you said nonchalantly. For some reason, a literal stranger, or something (judging by the hole in his stomach), appearing did not phase you.

“Are you not gonna scream or anything?”, he asked and came a step closer to you.

“What’s that gonna help?”

He stopped his movement and grinned slightly.

That was how you met the Arrancar. It kind of matched perfectly, he was an aggressive and self obsessed person and you were bored by your own life and could hold up with his sass. He told you about his world, appearing every two days or so in your room. He told you about his fights, you told him very little about your life. Mainly because you felt like it was uneventful, especially comparing it to his.

But you taught him about small things, like your morning coffee ritual, or what a book is.

Neither of you would admit, that you enjoyed each others company, but you obviously did. It became a routine, Grimm knew at what time you got to bed and made sure to come by earlier than that. Sometimes he came by before you went off to school and got on the bus with you, and gave nasty comments about the people around you.

It was nice like that, you felt a bit more alive by hearing about these unreal things happening to him; you felt like you were a part of it.

It was a Sunday night, a day he always came by. Your parents went out with your brother to your uncles house, you said you had homework to do. You prepped his sandwich, he loved smoked salmon.

And then you waited.

And waited.

The sun went up and you went to school the next day but he still did not come.

A week went by.

Then weeks.

Then months.

He just became a memory after a while. You were angry, but you knew you had no right to be angry. You were very much aware that he just talked to you for his entertainment, you definetly were not entitled to his presence.

Years went by and you graduated high school, got enrolled in university and now also finally got your first apartment.

But he still was not there.

He sometimes crossed your mind, especially when you were accomplishing regular milestones. You moved out after you almost lost your mind living with your parents; it definetly was not the nicest experience. And it was not the nicest apartment, but anywhere you could be free was good enough.

Moving all of your stuff alone was a hassle, you were strong, but still. The sun was setting and your apartment was getting darker; and there were still some boxes lying around.

“I’ll get this done before I sleep…”you mumbled to yourself.

But suddenly the air changed into something oddly familiar.

“Might need some help?”

#grimmjow #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow x you #grimmjow x y/n #bleach #bleach x y/n

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grimmblow · 2 years ago

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domesticación

beautiful art by@taichouu

this series of drabbles is going to explore the domestication of an espada.

when grimmjow first entered your life, untamed and uncertain, he assumed he wasn’t cut out for the trappings of every day life. dishes, laundry, cooking, sleeping…he would rather leave all of that to another man. or would he?

as the two of you settle into your routine and your shared lives together, issues are sure to come but any issue can be solved with a little bit of tenderness.

► empties (coming soon)

► laundry - sfw, fluff

► what’s mine is yours - sfw, fluff

► not without me - nsfw, mdni; please read all tags/warnings

► thanks for loving me (coming soon)

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grimmblow · 2 years ago

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I love Grimmjow so much. He's one of my favorites and i've been thinking of writing something for him so here it is💙

Headcanons: relationship between Grimmjow and reader

Sfw

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This man is arrogant and self-centered with everyone because he only sees them as enemies.

When he met you he changed his thoughts silently keeping his selfish smile on his face.

He was confused by the fact that you approached him and worried about him. Something no one had ever done for him.

You used to be scolded by him for these attitudes but deep down he started to create feelings for you.

The beginning of your relationship was a little strange due to the fact that he didn't understand very well what he felt but then you taught him many things that were normal to happen in the human world, one of them was to love.

In Hueco Mundo, the arrancars don't usually relate to anyone and tend to be disrespectful to their comrades mutually but Grimmjow for example wasn't just someone cold and distant, he had feelings although he hid them.

He was calm and careful with you but if you teased him about it he would quickly change to an angrier expression and you would laugh in his face.

When you tried to hold his hand for the first time in a walk he took it away from yours looking at you.

"What are you doing woman?"

"I'm just holding your hand"

"Is this also common here in the human world? How embarrassing"

You also used to play with his hair and it seemed to be something he liked, at least more than holding your hands in public.

Only you could enjoy having his head in your lap while he rested. He liked it when you stroked his head, it was relaxing for him.

He also liked it when you kissed his forehead although he also found it awkward at first and preferred that you kiss him more intensely and needily but his impure thoughts changed when you kissed his forehead the first time.

"Why did you kiss my forehead?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Here it is very common to see this, especially when a person wants to show affection or respect for another, for example, from a mother to a child"

"Don't tell me I'm your son now?"

"No, it's just an example. You're my kitty"

"Don't call me that"

You laughed at him.

Speaking of cats, I believe he purrs in his sleep and you've even heard it but haven't said anything to him. You just thought it was cute coming from someone like him.

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grimmblow · 2 years ago

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𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

cw: 1.5k wc, college au, fluff (w a tiny suggestive bit), alcohol

never in a million years would you have imagined walking side-by-side with geto like this. the man is practically a celebrity at your school—chased after and envied. and, like it's normal, he's here beside you. not as discreetly as you think, you spare him a glance out of the corner of your eye.

you had accidentally bumped into him earlier, the collision resulting in a good majority of the contents of your cup ending up on his shirt. profuse, slurred apologies fell from your mouth, but he didn't seem to mind much about his ruined garment—in fact, he was more concerned about you. so much so that he had been kind enough to offer to walk you home.

thinking back on it now, it was a rather impulsive decision to leave without the group you arrived with, and with a guy you've spoken to no more than ten times, at that. but no one's known for making particularly good decisions while under the influence, right? and, you were smart enough to shoot your friends a text explaining your whereabouts in (what you hoped was) the unlikely event that your choice to take geto up on his offer turned out to be a bad one.

although, that much didn't seem like it would be the case; he's been a perfect gentleman thus far—leaving a fair amount of space between the two of you and only letting his hand ghost over the small of your back during those moments when you seem unsteady. you should be thankful that he's so chivalrous, and you are, but a little part of you, one swayed by the alcohol in your system, was hoping he'd be a little more touchy. nothing inappropriate, just an arm around your shoulder or some simple hand-holding.

you look at geto again, more directly this time. his chocolatey eyes are focused forward and the moonlight glints off the two silver hoops wrapped around his lips. you've always found him pretty, but the gentle aura of the night makes his beauty seem even more delicate.

you're positive you would have ended up staring at him for the rest of the walk if it weren't for your foot catching on the sudden rise of the sidewalk.

before you're able to trip forward and make contact with the pavement, geto's hands are on your hips, firmly pulling your figure against him. "woah, careful there."

"sorry!" you apologize, wriggling out of his hold so you can turn to face him. he doesn't look the slightest bit annoyed, in fact, there's a soft smile tugging at his lips. if you were sober, you'd be capable of picking up on the humor hiding in it.

"it's fine," he assures you. you've been swaying since you two crossed paths at the party and geto has a hard time believing that'll wear off any time soon.

"we still have a while 'til we get to your place," geto's voice trails off with the last word as he turns around and crouches. you wordlessly stare at his back until he looks over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows. upon seeing your confusion, he spells it out for you. "hop on."

"are you sure?" you ask him. "i can walk."

geto's is sure that statement isn't true. "yeah, get on."

you fight the smile threatening your lips as you climb onto his back, your arms loosely wrapping around his neck, arms crossing at his collarbone. long legs boost the both of you up and geto's arms snake under the backs of your knees before he sets off in the direction you'd been walking.

the cool breeze is even more evident against the warmth of your cheeks. this is a new proximity, one you haven't been warranted before. you can feel the bit of skin exposed from beneath his t-shirt against your forearms, see the scrunchie holding the top half of his hair up in its bun. the scent of his shampoo—coconut, you think— wafts through the air, pleasantly meeting your nostrils. it's hypnotizing, drawing words out of you that you certainly wouldn't voice if you were sober. "you know, i've never really liked guys with long hair."

he can't conceal the snort that sounds in the night air. "is that so?"

you hum in confirmation, nodding your head despite geto not being able to see you. the rational part of your brain that would normally urge you to shut up isn't functioning at the moment, so you continue. "but i like yours. it's kind of hot."

geto's lips wobble in an attempt to hold back his laugh. alcohol makes you bold, huh? on the few occasions you two have interacted in the past, you were never this forward. geto has an eye for picking out those who are interested in him—they don't make it hard. though, you completely slipped past his radar.

"you think?" he asks through a chuckle.

"yup," you reply, popping the "p." there's no end to your vomit of words. once you've started talking, it's difficult to get you to stop. "all my friends think it's sexy when you tie it up before practice."

geto doesn't know what's more surprising—how easily you're giving up the information or the fact that he somehow missed you in the bleachers. it's not the moral thing to do considering your current state, but he's curious enough to ask, "what about you?"

"hm? what about me?"

"do you think it's sexy?" he clarifies.

the burning in your cheeks is back but you don't feel embarrassed, not the way you would if geto had asked you any other time. alcohol is your truth serum and without thinking of the consequences you'll be facing in the future, you tell him, "yeah. you're, like, super attractive."

he was only teasing before but your answer makes geto's eyebrows shoot up. as cocky as it sounds, the man doesn't normally find such declarations surprising. although, that isn't the case when it comes to you. he has no intention of telling you so when you're drunk, but the feeling is mutual. geto clears his throat before his next words. "thank you."

"you're welcome." there's a sing-songy lilt to your voice that tells him your head is still swimming.

your willingness to so honestly answer each of his inquiries raises another question in geto's mind. it's a tad bit shameless on his part but you likely won't even remember this exchange come morning considering your condition. and, geto thinks, the question is harmless enough—just a little flirting. "so, what do you like most about me?"

"mm, definitely your smile." your reply comes almost immediately like you had been waiting for the opportunity to tell him so. the observation makes the corners of geto's lips turn up. "it's really pretty. but your piercings are a little intimidating."

"oh?" geto's pace slows down as he approaches the building you had told him was yours when the two of you were leaving from the party. he squats down to let you off his back and your feet haphazardly meet the pavement before you steady yourself. the crunch of pebbles beneath his shoes sounds in the air as geto turns around to face you. "you don't like them?"

"i do," you start, "i just bet it feels weird when you kiss, right?"

once again, geto's eyebrows meet his hairline in a show of surprise. unconsciously, his tongue pokes out to toy with the cool hoops wrapped around his lips. "wanna see for yourself?"

"what?" you squeak, your eyes widening at geto's suggestion. sure, you're curious but that's not what you meant. for the first time all night, you're flustered. "i didn't say that!"

he holds a fist to his mouth to hide his laugh which is still plainly audible despite his effort. with the same hand, he waves you off. "i was kidding."

your lips are still parted in shock and you can feel your heart beating wildly in your chest, but you nod in understanding.

"come on," geto jerks his head in the direction of your building, "let's get you inside."

he leads the way with your instruction, typing in the four-digit pin to gain access and pressing the button in the elevator to take you to the third floor. you stop outside your door to pull your keys out of your bag, sticking the carved metal into the keyhole after a few attempts. you can't see it, but geto's lips pull up as he watches your struggle.

when you finally get the door open, you step inside your apartment. geto's feet stay rooted to the floor of the hallway.

"drink some water before you go to sleep, okay?" he advises you.

too embarrassed to speak after the last mishap, you stick your arm out and thumb up, a smile accompanying the gesture.

your uncharacteristic silence draws a quiet laugh from geto. he raises his hand in a wave. "see you around."

thanks for reading! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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❝ BACKWARDS ❞ + BYAKUYA KUCHIKI.

( cw. )—› f!reader, angst, stranger to (fre)enemies to lovers, canon typical elements, slowburn, widower!byakuya, soul society arc spoilers, arrange marriage , mention of death,smût descriptions. word count :: 3.2k | redirect to blog navigation.

( syn. )—› after an emotional whirlwind, byakuya was given a chance to recuperate his irrevocable losses but little did y/n know that it was not what he asked for and he could never have what he wanted to ask for; hence, she had to face all kinds of retaliation from him.

( notes. )—› submission for ‘a change of pace’ collab by @mekiza . also, please accept this Sawn ( @swanphantasm ) ; it is because of you that I became aware of how handsome ( and sad ) he is. well . . .he is not my favorite but i like him a lot, so much so that i wrote that same cliche trope with him. forgive me </3

Words do not express emotions and thoughts precisely. They always become a little different when they are expressed; a little distorted, a little foolish, and a little bitter at some times yet life still goes on carrying a bevy of misunderstandings. It has to go on at least for Byakuya, who was stripped of love and time. Time to grieve, give and forgive, time to heal, and time to fall in love again.

Another bright day washes over the lush green spread of the garden despite the despondency and the agony of losing his wife, Hisana Kuchiki, to illness, to mere illness . It has been a few months since he became the head of the family even though his grandfather was still alive. His grandfather thought it would be better if Byakuya became the head of the family while he has still time, time to supervise him to keep up the family's reputation at hard times.

And so it began: the hypocrisy of rules.

Ginrei Kuchiki, the former head of the Kuchiki clan, when death was knocking at his door declared that Byakuya needs to be re-married. He knew that even if he was the head of the family he had no freedom to exercise his wishes and desires. He was just a scarecrow now , not the head of the family. He wanted to protest. He was aware that he would have to re-marry since he is the only one to carry the family line but he did not know that it would be so soon. All he wanted was time but everyone was running sort of it. His grandfather once said that decisions made in haste yield no good. What happened to that now, huh? However, there was one thing he was free to do, and that is, to choose his wife regardless of the family background and bloodline.

“You should be grateful that Byakuya has agreed to marry you even with all the rumors. He could have chosen a wife from the younger line of pure women” Y/N’s mother spoke as she kept on brushing her daughter’s hair, body shaking with excitement and tension brimming at her fingertips. She was not trying to hurt her. She only stated facts. Everyone knew about it. Y/N did too. Shihnōin Clan was one of the four noble families in the soul society. And the fate of the clan was hanging by the thread since Y/N’s previous marriage was full of woes. With no male heir she was the one to carry the bloodline. Even the distant families warded off when they had an ounce of the knowledge that Y/N was the reason for her husband’s death, for her own doom. And her father made it clear that she is too young to stay unmarried as soon as her husband was buried. No time to lament, nor to grieve. Tragic, is it not?

No. It is not. It was anything but not tragic. Sure, people talked, spun lies, and spread rumors but that is what they do, that is the only thing they know to do. Some said she poisoned her own husband; some said she was a witch of dark magic; some even go as far as saying that she had a secret lover who belonged to the low caste who killed her husband; But it did not matter what they said, it did not since if anything they helped to her to earn sympathy from the kinder souls, and Y/N’s mother made sure her daughter had no problem to have a stable life, finding her a proper husband and sealing the fate of Shihnōin clan with the Kuchiki clan. To people, it was more of an alliance, to the respective families, it was more of a marriage of convenience than a marriage. But to her it was a re-birth while to him it was just duty.

It was the fourth of January when her heart beat again hearing the sound of carriage. He is here.

Y/N could hear low voices from downstairs. Plain and prosaic but she could spot Byakuya’s voice out of them all. He specifically requested to see y/n alone and her parents did not express any objections. If she had not been married before, they would never have let her alone with a man, but as it was they thought they did not have to defend her virtue anymore. And Y/N could never tell them how wrong they were, that her previous marriage was never consummated. How shall she ever say that to him?

Byakuya was decent enough to knock and Y/N made no hurry to open the door. She bowed down, greeted him with a smile, and retreated towards the couch standing, waiting for him to follow her lead. “I hope you're aware of the circumstances of our meeting today. ” He seemed so restrained and controlled, as if his emotions were bottled up so deep inside, not even he could reach them. It is a wonder how much of it was the result of his wife’s death and how much was his natural disposition.

“Yes,” she said, hoping he could not see how nervous she was. She gestured toward the couch to the left. “Would you like to sit down for our talk?”Byakuya nodded. She sank down on the sofa, and he took the armchair across from her. She would have thought he would sit beside her, but he seemed content to keep as much space between them as was acceptable.

“I assume your father told you that our wedding is planned for February 14th” Y/N searched for a flicker of sadness or wistfulness in his voice, but there was nothing. She rested her hands in her lap, linking her fingers. There was less chance of him noticing her trembling that way. “Yes. He told me a few days ago.” Byakuya was courteous enough to give her the attention she needs. If all these were in his hands, he would not have been here. “I hope you're okay with this. With o-jii-sama’s health deteriorating and me being the head of the family, things are a little hasty. . .” Words became too heavy to reach her. She was bubbling with excitement that maybe, this marriage won't fail like the last one, maybe he won't flee with his secret lover while staging his death ( like her previous husband did ), and maybe he will see her as a woman enough. . .

“Why did you choose me?” Y/N asked out of the blue unable to keep up with his calm demeanor anymore. She had been wondering about this ever since her father had told her about his agreement with Byakuya. She knew it was a question that she was not supposed to ask, not like this. Byakuya’s expression did not alter.

“Of course. Many suggested your cousin but I didn’t want a wife who’s barely of age. Unfortunately, most women in their twenties are already married, and most widows are older than me or have children, both unacceptable for a man in my position as you will probably understand.” She nodded. There were so many rules and etiquettes when it came to finding the right spouse, especially for a man in his position, which was why so many were shocked when y/n was announced as his future wife. Byakuya had stepped on many toes with that decision. “So you were the only logical choice. You are, of course, still quite young, but that can’t be changed.”

For a moment She was stunned into silence by his emotionless reasoning. She was not as naïve as she used to be, but she would have hoped at least part of the reason why Byakuya had chosen her was that he was attracted to her, found her pretty, or at least fascinating to some extent, but this cold explanation destroyed that small flicker of hope.

“I’m twenty-five,” she exclaimed in a surprisingly calm voice. Maybe his aloofness rubbed off on her. If so, she would be known as the ice queen in no time. “That’s not young by our marriage standards.”

“Yes, still five years younger than me” He sounded as if she was forcing him to marry her, as if one of the rumors, as they say, that y/n is a witch is true. His previous wife was barely a year younger than him and they had shared good five years of married life until she died due to illness on a fine morning on a spring day.

“Then maybe you should look for another wife. I didn’t ask you to marry me.” The moment the words were out, y/n clamped a hand over her mouth, then met Byakuya’s gaze. He did not look angry, he did not look anything. His face was as it always was. Stoic and emotionless . “I’m sorry. That was very rude. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Byakuya has been sitting in the same manner as he did when he first took the armchair instead of the couch. He left the chair and walked towards her. With his hands now inside his slacks, his frame loomed over her. He took out his right hand, fisted, and kept the small velvet box on the side table. “Right. You shouldn't have.” Byakuya said as he noticed her eyes were still on the carpet. “But it's okay. I understand your concern.”

Her gaze flickered toward his right hand and her stomach plummeted. He was still wearing his old wedding ring. Another strange burst of disappointment filled her. If he wore it after all this time, he must still be in love with his dead wife, or was it a simple matter of habit? He noticed her gaze and for the first time his stoic mask slipped but it was gone so quickly that she thought she imagined it. Byakuya did not bother to explain and there was a knock on the door so he did not have the time either. With the exchange another set of pleasantries he left without a proper goodbye.

The wedding day came sooner than expected. She barely had the time to count days. And as the elders of the family discussed, it was small with no engagement ceremony but with just close family members and friends. Y/N did not object, actually, no one asked for her opinion except her husband. But it would make a great fuss if she were to bring her opinions to light. Moreover, she had more serious things to worry about. If Byakuya came to know that she still had her virtue intact, it would be just a matter of minutes for her before Byakuya puts all the puzzle pieces together to get the whole picture. He is a cold, clever man. So, mercy was the last thing y/n expected from him. Her previous husband, her not-so-dead husband fled with his lover because the rules and the customs would have kept them apart. And, if Byakuya had any clue of what happened at backstage he would turn the world upside down, at least he was expected to do so.

Y/N was finally able to catch up with her life when she was in the carriage with her new husband. There was no time to decipher him with all the people around. This night was going to be her first proper wedding night but Byakuya made sure that there was no chance of it at all. He did not seem tired, or interested in her. She could not pin any moment where she caught him looking at her, not even once. Dread and relief filled her at the same time. By now it is okay to accept that she was the problem, not her fate, or him. Perhaps, she can keep the secret of her previous marriage enjoying the little freedom she has left in her life.

The next morning was gorgeously sunny. When Y/N came downstairs she already found Byakuya on the other side of the dining table, with his breakfast and a rolled paper on a tray by his side. God knows, what news it holds? At least, not the one she was anticipating.

“I hope you slept well.” Byakuya broke the stifling silence that had made her think of all the possibilities that could end her life thinking of the contents of the letter. “I’ve already informed the staff to be here. Yesterday was an exception. Hope you did not have much problem without the staff not being around. They will be here at your beck and call, so you do not— was he mocking?

“That’s very kind of you.”

“Is something bothering you?” she nodded letting him know that there was no reason at all with a flimsy smile on her face. She could barely focus on eating the food. Byakuya noticed it too. “I thought you needed time.” his voice was coaxed with an apology. Of course. Byakuya would give her the very thing he was deprived of, for it had been his necessity too; Y/N’s glance switched to him and then to the food again. He did not look sorry though.

“As I said, That’s very kind of you.” She grabbed the tea cup and was ready to leave since there was no one to keep tabs on her etiquette and as such. If he wanted the marriage to work, then why should she keep trying all the time? all these hopes and anticipation would be the death of her if not the secret she is carrying with her.

“There will be a social gathering. On March 14th. You’re expected—She looked over her shoulder as the sound of the dragging chair made it to her ears. Byakuya hesitated before he spoke the rest, “I would like you to come with me.”

“Sure.”

Sure. Byakuya had his reasons to act the way he is acting. He was aware of the details of her marriage. Before visiting her, he made sure to do a background check and he did regret it when he recognized her previous husband. He had seen him in the land of the living. And, now he was not sure where exactly her loyalties lie: to him or to the man who left her. For now, he had no time to think about it. There were some grave matters that he had to handle.

Crest-fallen, a week prior to the gathering Ginrei Kuchiki took his last breath. There were lots of preparations and ceremonies to be done, but at the same time he could not afford to miss the meeting and so it all came down to y/n who had to shoulder most of the responsibilities while Byakuya just paid a visit to the meeting.

Time flew by as if someone were stealing it from them. Even though they spent the days under the same roof, Byakuya barely had a chance to speak to her or make things right. By the time he came to bed, she had already fallen asleep or was too tired to stay awake. Byakuya has been a light sleeper anyways. He often waited for her to be perfectly asleep so that he could slip under the same covers as hers. Y/N was too disappointed and angry to notice the small changes in him, in his gestures. Not that she tried, she did but Byakuya brushed her off every time. It was such a slow poison for her. She had made up her mind not to consummate this marriage unless they were asked for a child but fate never goes along with the human will. It opposes, always .

“You’re early,” Y/N said as Byakuya entered the room. Seeing her in a flimsy nightgown he looked away from her. She scowled when she noticed him looking away.

“Could you wait for me? I need to refresh myself. I want to talk about something.”

Ah! finally, it's happening. She gave him a simple nod and slipped under the covers. Perhaps it was about an heir, or shifting into a different house or maybe a visit to other families or so; Y/N had no idea that her secret was going to slap her in the face.

“I see. How long have you been aware?” Y/n asked still facing away from him while Byakua was seated on the bed. “Since before our marriage.” Y/n turned and sat folding her legs, covering herself so that he does not have to look away while talking. “Ah! That’s why the cold shoulder.”

“No. No. I was just—

“Just thought that I might have a secret lover too?

Byakuya closed the gap a little, “Well, do you?”

“Does it matter?”

Does it matter? Of course, it does. Byakuya did not respond not yet but Y/N could see his jaw tightening, muscles stiffing at the mere possibility of a ‘yes’.

She interjected, “Yeah! Thought so.” and left the bed, his sight heading towards the bathroom but Byakuya grabbed her hand and pulled her in his lap. She gasped loudly at such a sudden swift motion but more than so his bold voice declaring something so unexpected something so unbelievable that it turned her on more than it should. “Yes. it matters. It matters to me because I would be bothered, so much that I’m incapable of bearing the thought of losing you.”

Her breathing was heavy since not only his deep raspy voice stilled her motion but also made her thinking come to a halt. Byakuya slipped his hands under her gown earning a huge gasp as his lips touched her bare shoulders. Her body responded quickly, she arched feeling his cold and calloused fingers on her breasts, pinching her areola. “Tell me,”, his voice coated her skin with goosebumps, “do you want this, with me?” She turned her face, eyes holding the tears back, blurring her vision. She was burning with desire. How could she not?

“Yes.” Byakuya’s hands traveled down to her core, rubbing gently on her clit over the cloth. It was already damp. She could barely process all of these while his voice hinted impatience again, “then, tell me where you involved with him, in his act?”

Her grasp on his thighs tightened as she struggled to stand up on her feet. With all the dim lights around it was not of any help. Byakuya pushed aside the fabric and touched the outer lips with more pressure than before. “Do you not want me?” Y/N has torn apart between keeping her self-respect and submitting her to him. She had tried countless times to get his attention, tried every lewd way to lure Byakuya that made her feel like nothing but a cheap whore.

“Do you not want me?” she managed to utter thinking of all those nights when she had to go to bed feeling like a mistress rather than a wife.

Byakuya verbalized holding her in his embrace tightly. “Yes. I do. I really do.”His voice reeked of agony and loneliness, his touch was so desperate yet so gentle. Y/N read him wrong, he was not playing games anymore.

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