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rialikesbts · 1 year

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Oppressive

Businessman!Hoseok × reader

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"To say that I am astonished, is an understatement! Lord heavens! I may be the luckiest businessman to have such a successful young man wanting to do business with me!"

Your father says,not hiding his excitement. Had there been no one in the room, you were sure your father would have been dancing and jumping like a five year old.

You and your father were having dinner with his potential business partner, Jung Hoseok, the heir to Jung Associates. Hoseok was from one of the most powerful and rich families in Korea. He had studied business from the West and as soon as he got control of his father's company, he expanded it across the whole world, making his family more powerful than ever.

So when the young successful man said he was interested in having a partnership with your dad, who had a small yet successful business himself, your father was over the moon.

"Oh, but Mr.L/N, I never said I wanted to do business with you, I am only interested in doing it if you would accept one condition. "

Your father's and your breath hitched at the statement.

"Of course ! Mr. Jung. Anything you want." Your father said nervously.

"I want your daughter's hand in marriage".

Your eyes bulged out of your sockets. Yes, you were living in a century where daughters were supposed to be married off early and were trained their whole lives about how to treat their husbands.

You were eighteen years old, the perfect age for marriage and your father had already started looking for potential suitors.

You had known that your time to get married would eventually come,but you never expected it to be this soon.

"Young man," your father says, standing up. "You have made me the happiest father and man by asking me that question. You have my blessing for your marriage with my beloved daughter" .

Your father looked at you, his face telling you to stand up and accept Hoeseok's proposal.

" Excuse me" you say as you stood abruptly and left the room.

You enter the garden to get some fresh air. You were feeling stuffy inside the room and the green dress you wore made it harder to breathe as you were wearing a corset inside.

You stared at the moon for a while,regretting your misbehavior.

Father would be so upset.

Your mother had died giving birth to you and it was your father who clothed you, fed you and took care of you. He became your mother and your father.

And the time comes for you to repay him, you become selfish and run away?

Making up your mind, and pushing aside your selfish dream of 'marrying for love', you turn to go back into the dining room to apologize for causing a misunderstanding.

However, you were greeted with a gruesome sight.

Right on the ground in front of you was your cat, Mr. Whiskers, a huge scar on its stomach and traces of its dried blood on its body.

You panic, crouching down,shaking your cat, yelling out Mr.Whiskers again and again, only to be greeted by silence.

You start crying, holding Mr. Whiskers close to your chest.

"Such a crybaby you are."

A coat draped over your shoulders and you were met again with the handsome young man who was dining with you.

"It was you who made me do this,Lady Y/N.Your cat would have been alive had you not shown your selfish act in front of me in that dining room and angered me."

Your heart started beating crazily fast at the man's words.

"Now, if you don't want your precious father to end up in the same state as that cat, I suggest you come with me and decide our wedding date with your father, hmm?"

He says, a psychotic smile on his face, yet looking angelic as ever.

You nodded. You laid down Mr. Whiskers and covered it with a cloth.

Hoeseok offered you his hand, which you took to get up.

" As ladylike as ever, indeed you will not disappoint me." He says.

You mustered a smile and stood up to bow down to Hoseok.

" I will do my best to serve you."

You managed to stutter out.

"The colour green suits you. It's my favourite colour as well.Did you know that?" He asked.

You shook your head negatively.

"But I will keep it in mind, sir" you say, gulping and looking down.

He puts his hand under your chin and lifts your face up close to his.

"I'll have dresses made for you in every shade of green,whatever you want, you will have it. You just have to love me. That wouldn't be so hard to do, would it , my darling?"

"Of course not, sir! I already love you from the bottom of my heart and will try my best to please you as your wife."

Hoeseok smiled at your response , knowing he had broken you.

He offered you his arm, to which you immediately linked yours with, and led you to the dining room of your house, where your father awaited, to give him the news of his daughter's engagement.

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houseoftulips · 2 years

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Deem It the Pregnancy T-Shirt… Jujutsu Kaisen Men

feat. ~ gojo, geto, toji, and nanami (modern au)

about ~ you find one of their shirts and proudly deem it the pregnancy t-shirt with your favorite memories wearing the deemed shirt

content warning ~ just fluff really, everyone is soft versions of themselves, fluffy, pregnancy tings with a hint of angry reader but it’s the hormones. Reader is uncomfortable in all of them bc let’s be real most of the time being pregnant can make you uncomfortable. Toji’s somehow went on longer than I intended

This isn’t proofread because I’m tired. Enjoy!!

Gojo Satoru…

You found the shirt while he was at work. you were about 16 weeks (4 months) into the pregnancy when it was your turn to do the laundry. ‘Toru’s shirt was just a regular dark navy blue shirt that you knew would be big enough for you to fit in it the rest of your pregnancy. So you deemed it the shirt!

When Gojo came home after a rather long day of work, he was more than happy to come home to the sight of his shirt covering your tiny tummy at the time.

“Hi, ‘Toru,” you smiled at him as you were cutting some veggies.

“Hi sweetheart,” he smiles back in awe as he walks behind you to wrap his arms around your body being mindful of your growing tummy. “I see that you’ve raided my drawers, hm?” he smiles into the crook of your neck with a gentle kiss.

“Yep! It’s the t-shirt now,” you giggle happily.

Gojo lifts his head in curiosity as he repeats what you said in question. “What does that mean?” he laughs.

“I don’t know,” you shrug nonchalantly as if you didn’t just sound so proud of yourself 20 seconds ago. “I just found it doing laundry and I wanted to wear it,” you smile up at him.

He looks down at you with the same smile he always has towards you since you guys met with such admiration. “You look better in it anyways,” he says before drowning you in kisses.

Usually he’s one to tease the living crap out of you - nearly putting you into a moody but playful state but he’s just so fucking happy to have you as the mother of his child and his wife.

Since then you never took it off. It was the t-shirt for a reason. You wore it at home, to the store, and even to your doctors appointment. Obviously, you’d wash it a lot more than the other clothes already sitting in the hamper because you just couldn’t get enough of it. At first, Gojo couldn’t see all the way through as to why it had to be that shirt when there are others that were there waiting to be used but he didn’t pry into it because it made you happy. He was a firm believer in the saying ‘happy wife; happy life’.

It was also the shirt that you wore on your casual dates with him pairing it with skirts or leggings. It was a perfect shirt in your eyes so you rarely didn’t use it. You had almost burst into tears though when Gojo accidentally got some soy sauce on the shirt because you knew it was going to stain no matter how fast he ran to the bathroom to scrub it off.

You were pushing a good 25 weeks and at that point you did start getting uncomfortable in most of your clothes so his t-shirt was like a comfort blanket to you so you never wanted anything to happen to it without your knowledge. But with Gojo seeing you standing there in your sports bra and leggings with sniffles and a few tears falling already, he nearly bursted into tears too because he hated seeing you cry. Especially when all he wants you to be is comfortable and happy in his clothes.

“No, no, sweetheart don’t cry,” he pleaded.

“B-But…,” you stuttered trying to catch your breath.

“Baby… Hey, come here…,” he coos as he walks towards you to give you a kiss. He cups your cheeks while his thumbs dance around your skin to stop the tears.

“‘Toru, that was my favorite shirt,” you were practically sobbing even more if there was such a thing at this point but you couldn’t control it. You just loved that damn piece of fabric so much.

“I know, I know,” he pouts as he kissed your nose, “But it makes it more memorable, yeah? More special for both my girls.”

You nodded with sniffles as he leaned down to press a loving kiss on your lips. “Can you try washing it again?” you mumble.

“Of course, baby”

3 years later, you were wearing it again for your second pregnancy with your little boy.

Geto Suguru…

You were around 20 weeks pregnant with your baby boy when you found an old high school blue sweatshirt of Geto’s in some boxes you were sorting through. It was nearing the end of November so at this point it was getting more than chilly so you deemed it the sweatshirt!

Geto knew of the boxes full of his old high school memorabilia that his parents had dropped off during the day while he was working. He didn’t make much of a big deal out of it till you showed up to his art classroom at the elementary school with his old sweatshirt on.

“Now what is this, baby,” he laughed as you smiled and waddled a bit towards him, “You taking my high school stuff now?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, “I’m borrowing, first of all and second, I thought this could be my pregnancy sweatshirt.”

Get hummed in response not bothering to question it because he knew what you were talking about. He happens to hear your friend rambling on about how she founds hers while you were on Facetime with her.

Then he bent down to kiss your tummy that was barely sticking out of the huge sweatshirt with a smile. “You look beautiful in it anyway. You and the baby pull it off well,” he mumbled against you stomach making you smile again.

“He missed you,” you whispered to him as you ran your fingers through his long hair.

Geto’s smiled even wider as he felt the baby slowly begin to turn. “Well I missed you to little bean,” he said before standing back up on his feet then giving you a kiss on your lips. “And I missed you to, baby,” he said happily.

And since then you never took the damn thing off. Geto had washed it daily since he started to pick up more of the chores towards the end of your pregnancy because of how early you were getting the contractions. The doctor had put you on bed rest till it was time for you to go into labor and the sweatshirt was the only thing keeping you sane throughout the pain you were going through.

The contractions were pretty long but were very far apart so you know you weren’t there yet to push the baby out but it didn’t change the fact that you felt so tired at this point. And having a cold made it worse.

Geto had walked in to see you curled up on your side with your pregnancy pillow wearing the sweatshirt you proudly picked as your comfort. “Hey,” he smiled at you as he sat at the edge of the bed next to you. You faintly smiled back but the contractions that was nearing made your face pull into a painful expression.

“I’m so tired, Sugu…,” you whispered to him due to your sore throat as you pulled the sleeves down towards your hands.

“I can only imagine, my love. Just rest, okay? I’ll make you some miso soup,” he said with a kiss on your forehead. “Are you cold? Do you want more blankets?” he asked as he massaged your thigh.

You smiled and shook your head. “No, the sweatshirt is keeping me warm,” you softly giggled.

Geto rolled his eyes because he was lowkey jealous that you preferred that damn fabric over him to keep you company but it made you happy so it made him happy as well. “Good,” he smiled.

5 years later, he sees his little boy happily wearing the very oversized sweatshirt on him with your smile.

Toji Fushiguro…

You were going through a rough time during your pregnancy so it was hard for you to be comfortable at all. That was until Toji gave you one of his black t-shirts after the waiter at the restaurant accidentally spilled water all over you.

“That little fuck,” Toji groaned as you both walked into your home, “He’s a waiter, shouldn’t he know how to carry a tray of drinks?”

You giggle as you rubbed your stomach while waddling through the kitchen to get something to drink. “It’s okay, honey. I was actually more comfortable in this shirt if that’s makes you feel better,” you smiled at him.

It did in fact made him feel better because he was so gravely concerned about you and how uncomfortable you are all the time. “Good,” he smiled as he walked towards you, “I would e hunted that waiter down for making you feel worse.” He kissed your lips as you laughed against him.

“I think I might keep this shirt, you know,” you smiled up him as he wrapped his arms around your body.

Toji rolled his eyes because that would be like the 100th piece of clothing you stole from him since before you guys even got married. “You want more of my stuff than you already have?” he groans making you laugh again.

“Yes, my love. But this one will be my pregnancy t-shirt,” you cooed to him.

“The fuck is that?” he questioned.

And boy, did he get that answer few weeks after that conversation. You never to the stupid shirt off even if he asked you if he could wear it for work. You straight up told him with a firm ‘no’ with a scowl written on your face. You wore it everywhere… It was getting a little annoying on Toji’s side because first of all, it needed to be washed and second there were stains all over it.

So, he finally took such drastic measures to at least wash it for you while you were in the bath. He knew that you’d be in there for a while because it was keeping you relaxed after having morning sickness at 30 weeks. It came out of no where after not having it at all during your first trimester so it put you in a bad mood.

Then your mood had gotten worse when you left the tub rather earlier than you usually do because your little girl was turning too much for your liking. You came out of the bathroom in your robe into the bedroom and much to your dismay, your deemed t-shirt was missing.

“Honey!” you shouted frantically as you wobbled around the room.

Toji booked it into the bedroom from the living room hearing the stress in your voice. “Baby?! What’s wrong?!” he said as he started to frantically look around the room as if it was on fire.

“Where’s the shirt??” you asked with near tears forming as you kept waddling back and forth from your room to the walk in closet. “I-I left it right here!” you said sadly.

Toji sighed with a small breath of relief realizing nothing is wrong but he couldn’t ignore the amount of emotions you were going through. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I put it in the washer because it was dirty,” he said to you.

You snapped your head towards him with shock written on your face like a very dramatic wounded lover. “Why?!” you raised your voice as tears spilt like a broken dam on your face.

“W-Wait! Why are you crying?? It’s just a shirt,” he said as he frantically walked towards you.

“It’s not just a shirt,” you said in disbelief and a scowl nearly being borderline permanent on your face. “Why would you say that, Toji! It was the only thing I was comfortable in and now it’s not gonna smell like you,” you cried out loud.

Guilt rang through his body like a doorbell hearing your sobs. He just wanted it to be clean for you because you wore it everywhere and everyday. It was borderline line getting stiff as a board before he threw it in the wash. “Y/n, sweetheart,” he said in a gentle voice, “It’s almost done washing then I’ll pop it in the dryer right away, okay?” he asked as he began to wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

“You’re such an ass,” you sniffled to him.

“I know, baby. I’m the most unruly man on the planet and I don’t deserve such a beautiful wife at my side,” he smiled at you as you giggled with your tears slowing down. “I’ll throw myself in prison for treason,” he said dramatically.

You laughed again with your sniffles following after. “M’sorry…,” you mumbled as you buried your face into his chest.

“Don’t be sorry, my love. You deserve everything you want,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

Couple months later, you were still wearing the shirt as you were breastfeeding your daughter. Toji had to look away because he got jealous.

Nanami Kento…

You had asked Nanami to buy you cherry popsicles on a boiling hot day. And being 27 weeks pregnant and sweating profusely was ruining your so far easy pregnancy. Till you found one of Nanami’s blue button up shirts.

Nanami walked in to see you opening the balcony door in nothing but your underwear and his button-up shirt with your hair thrown up into a messy bun. God, you looked so beautiful in his eyes that he couldn’t stop staring at you.

“Darling, I brought your popsicles,” he said walking towards you with a soft smile.

You threw your head back in in great-fullness with a wide smile. “Oh my god, thank you, my love,” you said to him as you grabbed the box full of them from his hand. But before you could walk away and open them, Nanami gently intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you towards him. You looked at him with a soft smile and tilted your head, “What is it, love?” you asked.

Nanami shook his head softly as he brought your hand up to his lips. “I love seeing you in my shirt. I think you should dress like this more often,” he cooed.

You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned up to kiss him. “It’s comfortable in the scorching hot day,” you giggled, “I’ll be keeping this for myself.”

“My white-shirts aren’t enough?” he sighed with the same smile.

“Never,” you laughed and kissed him again.

You wore the button-up for most of the summer leading into the fall as your due date was coming up fast. You worked from home most of the time so you always felt comfortable with the cool fabric against your skin. Nanami never complained about you always wearing in even thought it was starting to get to the point where’s it’s seen better days.

He knew that once you started getting closer to your due date, it might get harder on you. He did what he could to be home with you to tend and spoil your needs so he worked half days at home and half days at work. But today, he ended up having to stay in the office because of a international meeting coming up.

Since he has taken such great care of you, you took thought you’d bring him a late lunch despite your contractions that were growing a little longer. You didn’t think much of it because you were still a few weeks away so you just walked it off like it was nothing.

You knocked on his office door and he answered right away saying you could answer. “Hi, baby!” you cheered.

Nanami sighed a breath of relief seeing your beautiful self waddle through his office door. It made it day seeing you in the deemed pregnancy shirt. “Hi, darling. What are you doing here?” he asked as he got up to greet you with a kiss.

“I brought food because I know for a fact that you skipped lunch,” you playfully scolded.

“Caught me red-handed,” he chuckled as he grabbed hem of the button-up shirt you tucked into the white skirt you paired it with. “Beautiful as always,” he mumbled in admiration.

“Thank you-,” you stop mid-sentence with a gasp and what sounded like a bucket of water pouring onto the wood flooring. You and Nanami looked at each other with wide eyes then slowly moved your gazes down to see a literal pull sitting in between your legs. “K-Kento…,” you gasped again, “Was that…,”

“Your water broke,” he finished your sentence then looked up at you , “Darling… The babies are coming.” He laughed with a smile.

“Holy mother of god…,” you mumbled as a small contraction started to creep up on you.

“Okay, I have the bags in my car so we can head out to the hospital. I’ll call right now to let them know we’re on our way,” he said as he shuffled around the office gathering his things. “Darling?” he called out to you due to your quietness.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go,” you laughed nervously as you rubbed your stomach, “I can’t take a shower first though? I feel like I peed myself.”

He laughed with you and clasped his hands with yours. “I have wipes and extra clothes for you, my love. And all your toiletries as well,” he said.

You smiled at him and cupped his cheek with your free hand. “We’re gonna be parents…,” you whispered to him. He nodded in response with a smile. “Okay, let’s go because I just realized that I have to pop two babies out,” you said as you waddled away from him out of the office.

Nanami laughed as he watched you frantically waddle away with the stain of your water breaking between your legs. You’d slap him for thinking it was cute.

21 hours later, your baby girl and boy were born and just like Toji, Nanami got a little jealous seeing you feed the babies while wearing his shirt.

Tehe, I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you enjoyed!💗