For the Purpose of An Heir (Gojo X Reader)

Book II (Chapter 13)

"Why are we getting all dressed up like this?" Your tiny little excuse for clothing was tight around your hips, and barely covered your crotch. It was tight around your chest, and showed your waist off extravagantly. It had too small spaghettis straps that strained to keep your dress up.

"We are going to a special place." Ayane, pulled out of her driveway, and began driving.

"What special place...?"

"Your husband, has been treating you like crap, from what you've told me. So I have decided, you need some fun in your life, which means you need a hook-up."

"WHAT?!" You choked on your drink, and looked at her in shock.

"Yep! You heard me."

"But that would be cheating!"

"He cheats on you all the time. Cheat back on him. It's your 21st birthday. Who cares what you do? Plus, he kind of deserves it."

There was no room for argument there. "But--"

"Nope. No more, 'proper wife-ing.' It's time to stop trying. He's being an ass, and can't get over himself. If he's gonna cheat, so are you."

She parked on the side of the street and helped you out. You guys then got in line for a club, in which you were soon let in.

"THIS IS MY FIRST TIME IN A CLUB!" You shouted over the blaring music.

She gave you a shocked expression, "WELL, DROP IT DOWN LOW, AND HAVE SOME FUN. YOU HAVE AN ASS, SO USE IT!" She began dancing to the music, and you soon lost her in the crowd. You were able to squirm out of the crowd and soon found yourself at the bar, where there was a lot more room to breathe.

The bar tender came over and asked your order.

"Oh I don't dri--"

"She'll get the Old Fashioned." A familiar voice flowed through your ears, and you turned your head in disbelief.

"Suguru Geto?" Your jaw dropped at the handsome man sitting next to you. His dark hair long, only half-way in a bun.

"Y/N L/N, long time no see."

The Old fashioned was place in front of you, and Geto slid some cash to the bartender.

"You didn't have to get me a drink, I don't really want to drink."

"It's your 21st birthday. You have to." He gave you a warm smile, and lifted the cocktail to your lips, letting you have a sip.

When he brought it down, you smiled at him, "You remembered?"

"I can't forget my best friend's, training partner's birthday? Am I right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Your best friend is a jerk."

"Oh...is he now?" He put his elbow on the counter, and leaned his cheek onto the palm of his hand.

"That jerk, won't even acknowledge all the dinners I make him, eats the dessert I buy for myself, and won't even give me a bed!"

"You sound like a wife to him."

You down the rest of your drink, and wiped your lips, "That's because I am."

His eyes widened, and you immediately covered your mouth. "Shit."

"No, no, it's alright. I see the ring." He tapped the giant diamond on your ring finger, "I never thought he was one to settle down."

Your mind began to fight itself, debating on whether or not you should tell him, "Well, the cat's out of the bag already, and to be frank, I don't care what happens to him, it was an arranged marriage." The distaste you had developed for the ugly word lingered on your lips.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. To create an heir with both our techniques in order to protect the jujutsu world. It's kind of difficult though, because Satoru won't even spend five minutes with me!"

"That must be difficult..." Suguru, gently traced your jaw.

"It is! I've always fantasized about finding 'the one,' but I've began to realize what marriage really is!"

"I remember all the fairy tales you told me about."

You nodded, "And to be honest, Suguru, I always imagined myself in them, but with you..."

Suguru looked you in the eyes, and you looked in his, and suddenly your faces smashed together, and your lips were interlocked, while a passionate make-out began.