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MISSING MOM? NAH

PAIRING Step dad!Gojo Satoru x gn!reader, Step dad!Toji Fushiguro x gn!reader, Step dad!Nanami Kento x gn!reader, Step dad!Geto Suguru x gn!reader, Step dad!Sukuna x gn!reader, Step dad!Shiu Kong x gn!reader, Step dad!Hiromi Higuruma x gn!reader, Step dad!Kamo Choso x gn!reader [seperate]

SYNOPSIS You've been missing your mum on Mother's Day, but stepdad is here to help you feel better. So he offers you his titties to suck on some consolation

WARNING stepcest, pre-established relationship, comfort, m!nipple sucking biting pinching, m!cumming in pants tits & hands, f!nipple playing and sucking, dry humping, handjob, reader asking for milk (Heian Sukuna lol), m!masturbation, m!overstimulation

NOTE this one's requested by my dear @imhellakawai.. We're just girls (with daddy issues) ... I laughed a lot while writing this.. Some people may find the contents unpleasant. Simply block and move on; please do not make disparaging remarks about me or report my post; if you do, prepare to get trolled by my moots. Please read the warnings and do not do this at home (duh).

◈ SATORU GOJO

Gojo enters the house. He's just returned from a mission. A mission on Mother's Day, of all days, had been a particularly cruel twist of fate. But it's not the praise or adrenaline that he's met with. Instead, the sound of sobbing fills the room as you pounce on him, your cries tearing at his heart..

"Hey, hey, baby," he says softly, kneeling in front of you. He gathers you into his arms, hugging you close. "It's okay, I'm here now."

You cling to him, the sadness and longing for your mother clear in your voice. "I miss mommmmmmmmm, pls daddy .. I need mommy," you wail, your body shaking with sobs.

He picks you up, cradling you in his arms as he blindly stumbles through the house, murmuring comforting words. "I know, I know, baby. It's tough without her. But I'm here for you, okay? I'll always be here for you."

Once he reaches your room, he closes the door behind him, enveloping you both in privacy and quiet. He lays you gently down onto your bed, following after you to sit beside you.

His hand reaches out, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek, wiping away the tears that continue to slip down. "You don't have to be sad," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "You have me. I'll be here for you, every step of the way."

Knowing that he can't replace your mother, Gojo draws strength from the idea that he can be there for you in his own way. He can't change the past, but he can make the present and future as comforting as possible.

Gojo scoots over next to you on the bed, gently laying you down. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his body, feeling your warmth and softness against him.

His heart aches for you, knowing how much you miss your mother. He kisses the top of your head, whispering softly, "I'll take you to your favorite restaurant tomorrow, promise baby. I'll spend the whole day with you. We'll go to the park, maybe take a walk through the city, and have as much fun as we can."

His voice is soothing, his promise of tomorrow's happiness a balm for your wounded heart. You start to relax in his arms, the weight of your sorrow lightening as he whispers sweet things in your ear.

"Sleep now, baby," he says, his hand gently stroking your hair. "I'll be right here."

Gojo drifts off to sleep, exhausted from his mission and the emotional weight of the day. He's still wearing his uniform, which now seems to serve as a barrier between him and the comfort of sleep.

In the middle of the night, your eyes flutter open, your sleep disturbed by the sight of Gojo, still and serene, his features soft in slumber. A pang of love and tenderness fills you, making you want to make sure he's as comfortable as possible.

Quietly, you reach out, your fingers working at the buttons of his uniform, unfastening it bit by bit. You're careful not to disturb him, your movements gentle and calculated. Once you've freed him from the confines of the uniform, leaving him in just his shirt and trousers.

You nestle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in deep, the scent of him enveloping you. Your hands slip under the hem of his shirt, resting on his skin. They travel up his neck, then down to his chest, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.

The sensation of his skin under your touch ignites something within you, a desire to explore, to connect. You unbutton his shirt, revealing his firm chest. You glance up at him, gauging his sleep. He's still deeply unconscious.

With a newfound bravery, you lean forward, your tongue darting out to trace the curve of one of his nipples. The sensation is electric, a shiver running down your spine. You close your lips around it, sucking gently, your tongue teasing it.

His hand comes up, wrapping around the back of your head, pulling you closer. His fingers thread through your hair, a soft moan escaping his lips. His other hand slides down your back, gripping your hip firmly.

Gojo's reaction spurs you on, your mouth traveling between his nipples, your tongue playing with them. You're lost in the sensations, the taste of him, the warmth of his skin. You're learning, but more than that, you're basking in the intimacy of the moment.

Gojo suddenly bursts into laughter, the sound filling the room. "Baby, what are you trying to do?" he says, the amusement in his voice apparent.

You pull back, flustered, your cheeks turning red with embarrassment. You realize he's awake now, and you hadn't even noticed. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." Your voice trails off, unsure how to explain your actions.

Gojo's expression softens, his hand cupping the back of your head. "Baby, you've been missing mommy so bad that sucking on daddy's nipples is making you feel better?" He doesn't scold you for what you've done, for taking matters into your own hands. Instead, he pulls you back against his chest, his tone gentler now.

"Go on," he murmurs, his fingers tangling in your hair. "I'm liking it." He presses your face against his chest, encouraging you to continue. The approval in his voice, the warmth of his body, it calms the storm within you, reassuring you that you're not in trouble, that he's happy to share this intimate moment with you.

You resume your actions, your lips and tongue worshiping Gojo's nipples. Your eyes remain locked on his face, watching in the dim light as his cheeks flush with color, his pink petite nipples hardening beneath your touch. Your gaze drops, noticing his bulge against his pants, the outline of his erection straining against the fabric.

As your mouth works on his nipples, his hands reach down, rubbing at himself through his pants. You notice the way he's whimpering, twitching under your ministrations. You seize the moment, pushing him onto his back before climbing on top of him. Your hips grind against his hardening member, your mouth still busy on his nipple.

Gojo whimpers, trying to tell you to slow down, but you take it as encouragement, sucking even harder. Your tongue flicks over his nipple, and you gently nibble at it. You switch to the other nipple, repeating the motions, teasing him.

He tries to pry you off with his hands, gripping your hair gently, but you're determined, not letting him stop you. You pinch both nipples, twisting them between your fingers. Gojo arches his back, cumming through his pants, the evidence dampening the fabric.

Gojo gasps, his eyes wide, "Oh my, what a bad girl you are." Despite the teasing tone, there's an underlying sense of pride, of admiration, in his voice.

You purr, satisfied with the reaction you've elicited. You scoot closer to him, pressing kisses to his cheeks before snuggling into his arms. The warmth of his body envelops you, the rhythm of his breaths lulling you into a peaceful slumber. This time, you sleep soundly in his embrace, the ache in your heart starting to fade away.

◈ TOJI FUSHIGURO

The day stretches on, your sadness a tangible weight. Mother's Day is a cruel reminder of the loss that haunts you, the constant ache palpable as you sit on the couch, your phone providing a window to the world of mother-daughter relationships.

Toji notices your distress, the wetness on your cheeks and the tremble in your shoulders, but he remains silent, giving you space while he goes about his own business. It isn't until you let out a soft whimper that he can't bear your pain any longer.

"Come on ya, don't be a cry-baby now," he says gently, his voice a gentle reprimand. "You're much older." His tone is laced with affection, the concern evident in his eyes.

You cover your face with your arms, the humiliation of being seen in such a vulnerable state bubbling up inside you. "I'm sorry," you mumble, trying to hide your shame.

Toji approaches, his large frame casting a shadow over you as he sits down next to you. He slides an arm under your neck, pulling you onto his thighs, your head resting on his lap. His hand starts to work its way through your hair, a comforting and gentle gesture.

"It's okay," he reassures you, his thumb stroking your temple. "It's normal to miss her. I miss her too." His words are a balm, his touch soothing as you allow yourself to be consoled, the weight of the day slowly lifting.

Toji gently removes your hands from your face, taking the opportunity to wipe away the tears that cling to your eyes. His gaze is filled with compassion, the understanding in his eyes a testament to his own grief.

Without warning, you pull his head towards you, your lips capturing his in a tender kiss. Toji is caught off guard at first, but he returns the gesture, the comfort of human connection a balm for your sorrow.

You move from kissing his lips to the scar near his lips, your lips lingering on the familiar mark. When your sobbing subsides, you pull away from him, the desire for retribution sparking within you.

"You called me a cry-baby!" you retort, your voice tinged with indignation. In a sudden burst of energy, you pounce on Toji, straddling him on the couch. Your hands reach for his sides, your fingers dancing in a feeble attempt to tickle him.

Toji smirks, his hands wrapped around your waist, thwarting your efforts to tickle him. "It's true, you are a baby," he teases, the mocking light in his eyes intensifying.

Determined to make him pay for his mockery, you shift your focus to his chest, your teeth finding purchase on his nipple through his black tshirt. The action is bold, the bite hard enough to leave a mark.

Surprisingly, instead of the expected yelp, Toji lets out a low moan, the sound hanging in the air between you. The unexpected reaction leaves both of you momentarily stunned, the implications of your actions heavy in the room.

Toji releases his grip on you, clearing his throat awkwardly. You look at him, confusion clouding your expression, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

With a swift motion, you raise his tshirt, exposing his chest, and immediately set about sucking on his nipples. His eyes widen, his composure slipping a little at the sudden, intense attention you're lavishing on him.

Despite his attempts at restraint, Toji's arousal is evident, his erection straining against the confines of his pants. The way you tease him, alternating between sucking and licking his nipples, is tantalizing, making it increasingly difficult for him to ignore your advances.

Then, without warning, you take it a step further. Your teeth bite down on his nipple, following it up with a painful pinch. The resulting sound that escapes Toji's lips is a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The line between what's acceptable and inappropriate has been crossed, and Toji can no longer hold back. His hands grab you, forcefully pulling you off his chest and forcing you onto your back. Without hesitation, he lifts your shirt, exposing your sensitive breasts.

"Quit, brat. Now it's time for payback," he growls, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and desire. His mouth descends on your nipple, his tongue flicking against the hardened nub while his hand reaches for his pants, freeing his erection.

He strokes himself leisurely, his gaze never leaving your flushed face as he continues to suck on your nipples.

You moan softly, the sensations coursing through you leaving you breathless. You attempt to pull him away, but Toji remains resolute, his mouth firmly latched onto your nipple.

As his hand works his cock in tandem with his mouth on your chest, the tension between you builds. Your moans grow more desperate, the pleasure-pain of his actions leaving you both bewildered and intoxicated.

Finally, the dam breaks. Toji lets out a shuddered groan, his seed spilling onto your chest. The warmth coats your skin, the result of your actions etched on your body.

He releases hsi grip on your body, his breathing heavy, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of satisfaction and awe. The intimacy of the act is undeniable, the world beyond the confines of the room fading into insignificance.

You stare at the mess he's left on your tits, the implications of your actions sinking in. The dynamic between the two of you has shifted, the boundaries you've pushed a testament to the newfound uncharted territory you now occupy.

You sigh heavily, the weight of your grief bearing down on you once more. "Ghhh, I miss mom," you say again, your voice tinged with bitterness.

Toji lets out a frustrated sound, his hand coming up to slap his forehead. "For the love of God, shut up," he groans, his tone laced with exasperation.

◈ NANAMI KENTO

You tiptoe into Nanami's room, your eyes red and puffy from crying. He looks up from his book, concern etched on his face, as he notices your state. He sets the book aside, rushing to your side. Nanami kneels before you, placing a hand on your knee, "Honey, sweetheart, why are you crying?"

Your voice shaky, you tell him. "Today's Mother's Day, and I miss mom." Tears stream down your cheeks once more, the pain of missing your mother overwhelming you.

Nanami's eyes soften, and he feels a pang of sadness for your loss. "Come here, sweetheart. Tonight, you're sleeping with me. We can cuddle the pain away." He helps you up, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.

You cling to him, grateful for the comfort he offers. Nanami leads you to the bed, gently laying you down. He adjusts the covers, tucking you in before climbing in beside you. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and comforted by his presence.

Nanami begins to hum a soft tune, caressing your hair gently. The rhythmic motion lulls you into a sense of calm, your sobs subsiding. You nuzzle closer, enjoying the warmth and security his embrace provides. As the night wears on, his reassuring touch and the sound of his heartbeat slowly lull you to sleep, your heart heavy, but not quite as broken.

Feeling safe and snuggled against Nanami, you begin to drift off to sleep. Your eyes flutter closed, but something catches your attention. As you lay against Nanami's chest, you notice that his shirt buttons are ajar, and his nipples are exposed.

A shiver runs down your spine as your mind wanders what if I- and without a moment's hesitation, you lunge forward, getting on top of him. You wrap your lips around one of his nipples, sucking gently. Your tongue flicks against it, and a soft moan escapes your lips.

Nanami's grip on you tightens, momentarily stunned by your sudden, bold action. His brow furrows, but he allows you to continue for a few moments before whispering, "Do you miss mommy this bad?"

You pause, unsure of how to respond, but the wanton desire you feel doesn't abate. You nuzzle against him, smiling into his chest before continuing your play with his nipple.

Nanami's hands travel to your hair, gripping it tightly as he lets out an involuntary moan. "Gosh… stop now, tis' too much," he commands, his voice thick with desire.

You ignore his plea, unbuttoning more of his shirt to expose the other nipple. You switch to that one, sucking it hungrily as Nanami's moans grow louder. His breathing quickens, and you can feel the need building in him.

"Sweetheart, I c-can't anymore," he begs, the desperation in his voice unmistakable. You look up at his face, smiling devilishly as you see the strain in his pants. You realize he's on the verge of losing control, and he frees his cock, stroking it gently as you continue to suck his nipple.

Nanami's moans grow louder, and his breathing becomes more erratic. You can feel the tension in his body, and he finally cums, moaning as he strokes himself. You continue sucking even after his orgasm subsides, enjoying the reactions you've elicited.

Nanami pries you off this time, his hands firmly but gently removing your mouth from his nipple. "What the hell were you doing?" he asks, a mixture of amusement, surprise, and arousal in his voice. You look up at him, your eyes full of childish innocence, before planting a kiss on his nose.

You giggle, snuggling close to him once more, your arms wrapping around him. You drift off to sleep, nestled against his body, content in the afterglow of invasion of his nipples.

◈ GETO SUGURU

The day's significance weighs heavy on your heart, a constant reminder of the void left by your mother's absence. You resist the urge to break down in tears, not wanting to burden Suguru with your sorrows.

Yet, as the day progresses, the weight of your emotions becomes too much to bear. Suguru notices the change in your demeanor, his keen senses picking up on your distress.

Confronting you, he demands an explanation for your unsettled state, refusing to be brushed off. You hesitate, unsure of how he'll react. But in the end, the yearning to share your feelings with someone overwhelms your fear.

Your voice wavers as you confess your longing for your mother. The confession hangs heavily between you, the vulnerability on display a stark contrast to the usual power dynamic.

To your surprise, Suguru doesn't scoff or mock you. Instead, his laughter is tinged with sympathy, a rare display of emotion from him.

"It's alright, Y/N," he says, gently guiding you into his embrace. "I know what it's like to miss someone. Even sorcerers lose their loved ones."

His arms wrap around you, comforting you in a way that is both unexpected and welcome. The warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart meld with the rhythm of your own, creating a temporary haven from the world.

The tears you've been holding back finally spill over, the weight of your sorrows lightening with each drop. In this moment, your monkey status ceases to matter, and you're simply the non-sorcerer girl he loves the most.

As tears stream down your face, your fingers tighten around his gojogesa. When you finally glance up, you're met with Geto's unexpectedly kind gaze. "You know.. I'm a bit like your mother too, don't you think?" he gently suggests. You shake your head, unable to comprehend. He then adopts a playful pout, asking, "Why do you need your mother when you have me?"

You wipe your tears, your fingers leaving damp trails across your face. Caught off guard by the kindness in Suguru's eyes, you hesitate before responding.

Your thoughts whirl, searching for an answer to his question. "I don't know," you admit, your voice small and unsure. "It's just..." Your words trail off, unable to articulate the feelings that bind you to your mother.

Suguru pouts, a childish expression that softens the severity of his features. His gaze remains fixed on you, waiting for you to continue.

Your gaze lingers on his chest, drawn to the unseen nipples beneath the fabric. You swallow, a faint blush creeping up your neck. Your eyes focusing on the area you've found out, your curiosity piqued by the hardened nubs nestled beneath his clothing. Swallowing hard, you gather your courage and ask, "Can I touch these?"

He chuckles, the sound pleasant in your ears. Suguru unties the sash of his gojogesa, letting it fall open to reveal his bare chest. "Go ahead," he encourages, his voice low and commanding.

At first, you hesitate, the proximity to his skin making you feel self-conscious. Slowly, you reach out, your fingers trembling as they brush against his nipples. The sensitivity of the flesh causes his body to shudder.

Encouraged by his reaction, you apply gentle pressure, watching as his nipples react to your touch. They harden further, a stark contrast against his smooth skin.

Suguru's eyes close, the pleasure evident in the soft moan that escapes his lips. His chest rises and falls with every breath, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming.

Your curiosity leads you to act without thinking, your lips capturing one of his nipples. The sudden warmth and wetness surprise Suguru, his hand instinctively moving to caress your hair.

He holds back a surprised laugh, allowing you to continue. As you suck gently, his breathing deepens, his body reacting to the unanticipated stimuli. The sensation of your mouth against his nipple proves to be more sensitive than he'd imagined, and he can feel the stirrings of arousal in his loins.

His cock starts to swell, the fabric of his clothes straining to contain it. The hardening flesh presses against your thigh, a testament to your newfound skill.

Suguru's hold on your hair tightens, the pleasure coursing through his body making it difficult to form coherent thoughts.

The sensation of his erection sends a thrill up your spine, causing you to giggle sheepishly. Suguru returns your laughter with a smirk, his eyes heavy with desire. With quick movements, he pulls your top off, revealing your own breasts.

His large hands cup your breasts, fingers tracing circles around your nipples. You squirm under his touch, attempting to dislodge his hands. But his grip is firm, refusing to let go.

"Why did you stop?" he asks, his voice low and commanding, tinged with a hint of playfulness. "Don't you want to feel what I am feeling?"

The question piques your curiosity, and you press your mouth back onto his nipple. As you suckle, Suguru mirrors your actions, dragging his fingers across the other nipple. They continue to toy with your hardening nubs, the sensations building with each stroke.

The rhythmic and insistent play continues, both of you immersed in the dance of pleasure. The intensity escalates, culminating in a sharp intake of breath from Suguru as he reaches his climax.

His fingers tighten around your nipples pulling and pinching them, his seed spilling onto his clothes. The sudden combination of pleasure and pain from his grip makes you nibble on his nipple, the dual sensations intoxicating.

As the waves of ecstasy subside, both of you pull back, panting from the intensity of the encounter.

Bashful, you hide your face in his chest, the intimacy of the situation leaving you flushed and breathless. Suguru's fingers trail along your spine, a gentle caress that soothes your nerves.

In the moment of quiet, he asks, "Do you still miss your mom?"

Your voice is soft, tinged with a hint of sincerity as you respond, "N-no... not that much. Not when you're around."

A gentle chuckle emanates from his chest, and you can't help but join in. The shared laughter is a moment of vulnerability, healing the longing you have for your mother.

◈ RYOMEN SUKUNA

Today is Mother's Day, and the emptiness of missing your mother looms over you like a dark cloud. You feel lost, and the void inside your heart seems to stretch and grow, making you lash out in frustration. Uraume tries to comfort you, but it's no use. You're consumed by your sadness, and you begin to yell and scream, throwing a tantrum.

"WHERE IS DAD!" you cry out, your voice raw with emotion. Uraume, sensing your distress, tries to follow you, their small hands reaching out to you as if to calm you down. But you're too lost in your grief, and you keep running, your feet carrying you further and further away from the comfort of the temple.

You don't notice where you're going, your emotions driving you forward. Suddenly, you collide with a solid surface, the force of the impact knocking the wind out of you. As you regain your breath, you look up to find Sukuna squinting down at you, his expression unreadable.

"What did I tell you about screaming?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. His four arms fold across his chest, and his eyes bore into yours, waiting for an explanation.

You frown, tears streaming down your face, "D-dad," you start slowly, your voice cracking. "I want my mom too, Uraume can't be my mom, I need my real mom. I'm so, so lonely." Your words come out in a rush, the weight of your emotions too heavy to bear alone.

Uraume sighs heavily as they approach Sukuna, their small hands fidgeting with their robes. "Lord Sukuna, she has been throwing her tantrums the whole day. I am tired now... you have to take care of her now," Uraume complains, their voice heavy with exhaustion.

Sukuna nods, his eyes never leaving you. He reaches down, his four arms wrapping around you, easily lifting you from your feet. You continue to throw your tantrums, hitting his back as hard as you can with your fists, but he remains stoic, unperturbed by your outburst.

As he carries you to his room, your sobs slowly die down, replaced by heavy, shaky breaths. Once inside, he gently sets you down on the bed, his eyes never leaving you.

"Listen, brat," he begins, his voice stern but laced with a hint of concern. "You don't get to throw tantrums just because you're my child."

But before he can finish, your emotions get the better of you again, and hot tears spill over your cheeks, tracking down your face. You bury your face against his chest, your body shaking with each sob.

Sukuna's eyes soften, and he kneels down beside the bed, allowing you to hide against his hard, muscular form. "Now now, don't cry, brat. I'm not scolding you. I'm just trying to-"

But his words are cut off as you suddenly latch onto one of his nipples, your lips wrapping around it, sucking it into your mouth. You cling to him, your grip tenacious.

Sukuna watches you for a moment, a mixture of surprise and amusement flashing across his features. His hand reaches up to gently stroke your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as you continue to suckle on his nipple.

"Ah, that feels nice, brat," he says, his voice a low rumble. He pulls back slightly, giving you better access to his chest. "Do you want to suckle like this, little one?"

You nod, cheeks drying as you continue to suck on his nipple, your mouth warm and wet against his skin. Sukuna relaxes, settling onto the bed, and you nestle against him, your body finally still as you find comfort in this primitive act. In the dimly lit room, you hold on to Sukuna, his heartbeat slow and steady beneath your cheek. As you nurse on his nipple, the sadness that had gripped you earlier begins to lift, replaced by a sense of warmth and security.

As you cling to him, your body still, you finally muster up the courage to ask, your voice small and muffled against his chest. "Daddy, can you... can you milk?"

Sukuna can't help but let out a booming laugh at your request, the sound echoing through the room. "You're missing your mother so much, huh?" he chuckles, the sound soft and amused. "I'm not her, so I cannot milk.."

He leans down to kiss the top of your head, his lips warm against your skin. "Go back to sleep now. You'll feel better tomorrow. And I promise, I'm not leaving you."

He nestles you closer, his strong arms wrapping around you, and you snuggle into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body, the beat of his heart, and the safety of his presence. His voice is a soothing lullaby, and soon, your eyes grow heavy, your body drifting off to sleep.

Sukuna's other arms wrap around you, his fingers gently massaging your back. "There, there," he coos, his deep voice soothing you further. "You're safe with me, little one."

The night stretches on, and you continue to suckle, slowly drifting off to sleep, your body lulled by the rhythm of his heartbeat and the comfort of his touch. For now, the emptiness of missing your mother fades into the background, replaced by the love and protection of Sukuna.

◈ SHIU KONG

The day drags on, your spirits dampened by the weight of your sadness. Today, of all days, feels like a cruel reminder of your loss. The celebration of motherhood is a painful sting, a wound that's reopened by the simple act of remembering.

Shiu senses the shift in your demeanour, his eyes sympathetic as he joins you on the couch, throwing his half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray. You're lost in your thoughts, staring blankly at the TV screen, when he speaks, breaking the silence. "It's a tough day, isn't it?" His voice is gentle, a stark contrast to the usual tone of authority.

You nod, your eyes brimming with unshed tears as you clutch a pillow close to your chest. "I miss her," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. The pain of losing your mother is a constant companion, one that fades with time but never truly disappears.

Shiu's response is immediate, his arms wrapping around you once more, pulling you onto his lap. His hand strokes your hair, an attempt to soothe the ruffled feathers of your heart. His kisses dot your forehead, a tender display of affection.

"I love you," he says, his voice soft and sincere. The words carry a depth of emotion, a promise that despite the circumstances, you are not alone. "Baby, I can do your mom and dad both, okay? Come on, what will make you feel better?"

Your gaze falls on his chest, his nipples pressing against his shirt, the sight momentarily distracting you from your sorrow.

Your hand hesitates, hovering over his chest for a moment before rising, your fingers tentatively brushing against his nipples. Shiu's eyes follow your movement, a hint of confusion coloring his expression.

The words tumble out, pleading and vulnerable, "Can I… will you let… me suck on them, please?" The request is unexpected, a confession of a secret desire, born from a place of grief and yearning.

Shiu's eyes widen, a perplexed expression crossing his features. However, he recovers quickly, nodding as he sits up, pulling his shirt over his head. His chest is revealed, smooth and toned, his nipples a darker hue against the pale skin. "Alright, go ahead. If that will make you miss your mom less."

His words linger in the air, the consent given, the door now open to your desire.

Your heart races as you lean forward, your lips parting as they close over one of the hard nubs. Your tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive tip, the sensation of skin against your mouth unlike anything you've experienced before.

The taste of him, faint and slightly salty, is a shock to your senses, your mind hazy with the exploration of new territory. As you focus on the task, the ache of missing your mother begins to fade, replaced by a newfound sensation of comfort and intimacy.

The act is strange and all-consuming, your fingers tangled in the fabric of Shiu's pants, the sensation of your lips and tongue on his nipple sending shivers down his spine. His breath hitches, the unexpected turn of events stirring something within him.

His hand rests on your head, gently guiding you as you explore, the touch a mixture of reassuring and possessive. Shiu's body tenses, the involuntary reaction to the sensation you're providing.

The room seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you, connected by the intimate act, the chasm of your loss temporarily bridged by the strange comfort found in the act.

His voice comes out gruff, a mixture of embarrassment and awe in his tone. The admission is unexpected, revealing a side to him you've never seen.

You watch him, unblinking, sensing the shift in his demeanor. The layers of authority and strictness seem to falter for a moment, replaced by vulnerability.

"It's okay," he reassures you, his hand caressing your head gently once more. "It's just, you're awakening feelings I haven't felt in a long time." The confession is startling, the admission opening a door to a world previously unexplored.

The implications of his words swirl in your mind, the weight of the admission leaving you feeling a little shaky. The intimacy between the two of you deepens, the shared secret a bond unlike any other.

You continue your exploration, the newfound knowledge fueling your curiosity, the two of you falling further into the abyss of your connection.

As you continue your sensual ministrations, you become aware of Shiu's attempts to thrust his hips against you, a silent plea for more. Your curiosity piqued, you release his nipple from your mouth, your hands deftly navigating the path to his growing erection.

The feel of his hardness in your hand is electrifying, your fingers curling around the base, your thumb stroking the sensitive head. Your lips return to his nipple as your hand works in tandem, the dual stimulation driving him wild.

His breath hitches, his body arching into your touch, the restraint he's been exerting slipping. Shiu's whimpers fill the room, his need for release palpable. His fingers bury themselves in your hair, clinging to you as you drive him closer to the edge.

Finally, it happens. His body shudders, his hips bucking into your hand as he comes, the warmth of his seed coating your skin. A wave of relief washes over him, his grip loosening as he slumps back into the couch.

You release his nipple, your lips wet from your actions, your hand cradling his spent length. The intimacy of the act hangs heavy in the air, the boundaries you've crossed looming in the aftermath.

The scene is one of vulnerability, a shared secret now binding the two of you in a way that was previously unimaginable. The intensity of the moment is palpable, a new world opened by your exploration, your actions irrevocably changing the dynamic between you and Shiu.

◈ HIGURUMA HIROMI

You're sitting in your room, the dim light of dusk seeping through the curtains, painting shadows on the walls. Today, Mother's Day, should be brimming with warmth and love, but instead, it feels hollow and icy.

To compound matters, Hiromi, your stepfather, who should be offering solace, is absent too, absorbed in his work as usual. You know he's out there, tackling cases, serving justice to others, but in doing so, he's left you here, isolated, submerged in sadness. While a part of you comprehends his dedication to his job, right now, all you can feel is fury and bitterness.

You want to unleash your frustration on him, to question why he's not by your side, why he's prioritizing work over family on such an important day. But instead, you find yourself curled up on your bed, tears streaming down your face, the pain in your heart escalating with each passing second.

Hiromi returns home, greeted by an eerie silence. Something about it unsettles him, and he makes his way to your room, curiosity piqued. The moment he opens the door, he hears your quiet sobs, and his steps falter.

"Y/N?" he calls softly, his heart beginning to race.

You're curled up on your bed, tears streaming down your face, your posture tense with anger and sadness. Hiromi hurriedly rushes over and wraps his arms around you, lifting you gently from the bed in a warm embrace.

Your tiny hands attempt to push him away, your voice trembling with emotion.. "Put me downn! Leave me alone!"

Hiromi sets you back on your feet, but he doesn't move away. He waits, giving you space to compose yourself. "Why, baby?" he asks gently. "Why are you crying?"

You glare at him, wiping your nose roughly with the back of your hand. "Tis' mother's day, and you were not here for me." The words come out harshly, your tone betraying the vulnerability beneath. "It's not fair. No one ever thinks about me."

Hiromi's heart aches as he listens to your accusations. He reaches for you, gently pulling you close once more. "I'm sorry," he says sincerely, his voice a soft murmur against your hair. "I should have been here with you."

You tense up at his touch, unsure whether to lean into him or resist. He waits patiently, giving you time to process your emotions. "I know today is a difficult day," Hiromi continues, his arms still wrapped around you. "But I'm here now. Let me make it up to you."

Hiromi takes off his suit and crawls into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you lay on your side. "I'm really sorry for not being here for you today. I promise to make it up to you from now on."

He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, then another to your temple. His lips trail down your neck, and he inhales deeply, taking in your scent. His words are a soothing whisper against your skin.

"I love you, and I'm always here for you, even when I'm not. You're my little girl, and I want to protect and care for you, always."

As he continues to shower you in affection, your anger starts to dissipate, replaced by a warmth in your chest. An idea forms in your mind, one that surprises even you. "Can I suck them, Daddy?" You point to Hiromi's nipples, catching him off guard.

His eyes widen, but there's a flicker of curiosity and desire in them. "I should take a shower before," he says, attempting to brush off your request.

Without giving him time to change his mind, you're already leaning forward, unbottoning his shirt, your tongue already tracing circles around one of his nipples. He's caught off guard by your boldness, but it's clear he's enjoying the sensation.

Hiromi's hand threads through your hair, fingers sifting through the soft strands as you lavish attention on his nipple. "Mmm, Y/N..," he breathes out, his voice thick with pleasure. "S-shit" His other hand slides down your back, his fingers kneading your flesh and pressing you closer to him. You smile against his skin, feeling in control for once.

As you continue to lavish attention on his nipple, you can't help but feel a jolt of satisfaction from the way he arches into your touch. His chest rises and falls with heavier breaths, signs of arousal that spur you on.

Hiromi's hand tightens in your hair, his grip firm yet gentle. "Is this my punishment?," he whispers, his tone laced with playful admonishment. "But I can't deny I enjoy this."

Determined to make him suffer your playful punishment, you suck harder on Hiromi's nipple, nibbling on it gently. His moan fills the room, and you can't help but smirk against his skin.

"Fine, fine," he gasps, his voice thick with desire. "You win. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll take a day off just to spend it with you."

A triumphant smile spreads across your face as you pull away from his chest. Hiromi's admission of defeat is all the reward you need. "I'll be back after taking a shower," he tells you, his voice a sultry rumble.

Pouting, you lay back down on the bed, your mind already racing with ideas for the day he's promised you. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of spending an entire day with your stepdad.

As Hiromi heads to the shower, his thoughts aren't as chaste as they should be. The way you'd worshipped his nipple, sucking and nibbling, has left him aroused. He tries to quell his erection, his hand wrapping tightly around his cock.

His other hand moves to his nipples, lightly pinching them as he strokes himself. The shower's warm spray hits him, and Hiromi lets out a ragged sigh, giving into the pleasure as he continues to stroke himself, each motion a reenactment of the sensations you'd provided. He moans, his hips bucking slightly as he paints the shower tiles with his release.

Once he's cleaned up, Hiromi steps out of the shower, a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He finds you sleeping peacefully in bed, a sight that fills him with affection.

Carefully, he dresses, then crawls into bed. Wrapping his arms around you, Hiromi rests his chin on top of your head, breathing in your scent. His body is lulled into a deep slumber by the soft rise and fall of your chest against his.

The thought of leaving you again is no longer an option. The memory of your playful punishment lingers, a reminder of how much it meant to you to have his undivided attention. Hiromi vows to make the most of the day he's promised you, never daring to leave you alone again on such a precious day.

◈ CHOSO KAMO

Choso was in the middle of his usual routine when he heard your soft sobs. He drops everything and rushes to you, finding you in tears. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you.

You tell him that it's Mother's Day today and that you miss your mother. He feels your pain, and his heart aches for you. "You miss your mom, huh?"

He cradles you close, cooing softly as you cry into his chest. "It's okay to miss her. I do too, you know. She was a great woman." Choso strokes your hair, trying to calm your sobs. "She'd want us to be happy and continue living our lives." Even his eyes well up with tears, but he holds them back.

When you finally stop crying, Choso leads you to your room, a comforting smile on his face. "Alright, sleep baby. It's night time, and you need to rest."

He turns to leave, but you stop him with your request, "P-please stay with me tonight".

Choso's eyes soften as he understands your need for comfort. "Of course. I'll stay with you tonight, little one."

He lies down beside you, making sure you're tucked in and comfortable. He wraps an arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip, giving you the feeling of security. "Go to sleep. Daddy's right here," he whispers, closing his eyes to keep vigil over you while you drift off to dreamless slumber. He's never felt so protective and nurturing towards another person, but he's always willing to do it for your sake.

Afte a while, you turn to face Choso, seeing him awake as well. He notices your distress and gently caresses your head. "Not sleeping yet?" His voice is soft and comforting, trying to reassure you.

You shake your head, admitting that you can't fall asleep. Choso cups your face, looking you straight in the eye. "Come on, baby. You don't need anybody else when I'm here. You're safe, and I'll always protect you." He tries to sing softly, but it's more of a hum. Your laughter at his attempt to serenade you makes Choso blush, and you kiss him on the cheek, your hands roaming his chest.

The thin fabric of his shirt reveals hardened nipples, and you can't help but notice. "They're hardening," you whisper, your fingers brushing over them. Choso's eyes widen, unsure of what you're referring to. "What?"

You grin at his confusion, leaning in closer. "Your nipples." With that, you take one into your mouth, sucking gently through his thin shirt. Choso gasps, the unexpected sensation sending shivers down his spine. "Y/N..." he murmurs, unsure of how to react. He's never experienced anything like this before, and your intrusive thoughts have led to a new discovery between the two of you. Choso's body is reacting in ways he doesn't fully understand, but his protectiveness and care for you haven't wavered.

Choso's cock twitches as he lets out a soft moan, whimpering like a baby at the sensation. You're enticed by his reaction, pushing his top away to suck his nipple directly. He arches his back, a string of curses escaping his lips. "G-goddammit, fuck! Hngh!" His body tenses as he accidentally cums in his pants, panting heavily.

Surprised by his reaction, you straddle him and continue sucking his nipples, your hands stroking his slicky shaft, now free from his pants. Choso gasps, feeling a heightened sensitivity. "Baby, no more. I get it. You miss your mom. Now stop," he whimpers, his hands attempting to pull you off. His efforts are in vain.

You continue to play with his cum-covered cock and lick his neck, moving back to his nipples. Sucking them as if you're a milk pump, you enjoy the reaction you're getting from Choso. His body writhes underneath you, a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

He's never experienced anything like this, and the intense emotions he's feeling are growing. Despite his attempts to stop you, he's also enjoying your attention, the line between pain and pleasure blurred.

Choso's hips thrust against your hand as his fingers wraps around your head, urging you to suck his nipples harder. Your other hand pinches his other nipple, tease his earlobes. The sensory overload is too much, causing him to cum again, this time all over your hand.

You pull your mouth away, both of you breathing heavily. You giggle, feeling a sense of satisfaction from your actions. Choso looks at you, panting, as if you're a devilish baby. He can't help but laugh along with you, the tension breaking.

You both collapse into each other, exhausted and satisfied. The night air envelops you as you fall into a deep sleep, the events of the night unfolding a new connection between Choso and you. His protectiveness has blossomed into something deeper, subtly changing the dynamic between the two of you.

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sonarspace · 3 days

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sweet syrup, satoru gojo

synopsis: emotions are all over the place when fwb!gojo stands you up… for another girl? content: fluff (kinda). smut (food play, fem!receiving, orgasm, unprotected sex) wc: 3.1k a/n: another fic within 24hrs to make up for my absence :). (not proofread!). this is a result of listening to sesame syrup by cigarettes after sex on repeat.

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your phone chimes with a text from satoru “are you free this week? i’m coming to your city”. to which you reply almost instantly. “yeah, i can make some time.”

he texts back: “no need to cancel any plans. i can work around it. just wanna spend some time with you while i’m here.” making your heart flip.

“i have an event to attend tonight, but can i come over sometime between 2 and 3?” he sends another text.

it’s not really like you had much going on in the week so you decided to say yes. to which he sends a winky face and a see you soon.

it’s almost 2am when you’re done getting ready. it has been a while since you’ve seen each other and while satoru has seen you in all your rawness. you figured it wouldn’t hurt to dress up a bit.

you decide to wear an ocean blue lingerie set (his favorite color) and a sheer white dress over it, leaving nothing to imagination. you hope you can catch him off guard with this look.

you look at the clock and it’s already 2:30am. you decide to send him a text to confirm he’s going to come up or not. it’s not like satoru to stand you up especially on a plan he’s made.

“are we still good for tonight?” you text. but no reply comes through. he did say 3am didn’t he, you think to yourself. maybe he’ll be there by then. you sigh and decide to put on a movie.

you give him the benefit of the doubt and wait a bit longer past 3. but you regret that decision as you are watching instagram stories and see a pic of none other than, satoru gojo in all his glory at the party he said he’d be. an angry pout takes over your lips.

what gets you isn’t the fact that he may still be at the party but who he is with. some model’s lips are pressed to his cheeks – hand hovering over her back and his stupid people winning grin plastered on his face.

posted 20 minutes ago. you inhale deeply, trying to keep the tears at bay. you didn’t even know why you were hurt. after all you were just fuck buddies and nothing more. you suppose it was the anger making you cry.

feeling stupid at even trying to dress him for him, streaks of black mascara run down your face. you look at yourself in the mirror and take a deep breath, willing yourself to not cry over some rich fucker.

you wipe your make up and change into a pair of sweatpants and lay back down on the couch. continuing your show trying to distract yourself from the indirect rejection you felt.

but your mind kept going back to him. why would he wanna be with you when he can get all those pretty girls with their perfect bodies. girls who could probably make him feel far better than you do.

you were stupid to think there was something going in between the two of you. as soon as that thought crosses your mind a text chimes. “baby, i’m so sorry. almost there. 5 minutes.”

you scoff at the nickname ‘baby’ huh. “don’t bother. i’m going to sleep.” but you don’t get a reply back. instead what you get is loud repetition of knocks on your apartment door followed by your name.

he waits a beat and then continues knocking. “not leaving until you open the door” he texts you. out of compassion for your neighbors, you open the door. his hand stops mid knock as you gesture him to get in.

"i'm really sorry, i swear i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long." he starts rambling and you look at him with a plain stare and arms crossed to let him know you're not having his bullshit — you already know he has other priorities.

"i lost track of time and i left the party as soon as i realized. my phone was dead, so i couldn't even text you. i just charged it on the way here. darling, you know i'd never keep you waiting," he moves closer to grab your hands and you let him.

you gulp hard trying to not cry. he reaches to touch your face but you jerk your head away. "don't gojo." the change stings him and you see a look of hurt pass over his face. "please" he drags out the syllable. "okay," you tell him and he almost smiles but you reach out and wipe the lipstick mark off his cheek bringing it up to his eyes "what's this then?"

he narrows his eyes at your thumb in thought, "it's nothing, i swear. she kissed my cheek out of nowhere and they took the photo and i moved away from her just as fast." and you scoff in disbelief, "you just have an answer for everything, don't you gojo."

he groans “just give me a minute,” and pulls out his phone — going through his texts to show the photos of him taken throughout the night. out of habit you take in his appearance. he looks unbelievably sexy in an all black outfit, a sheer black tank and a black overcoat with matching suit pants. you're immediately reminded of your white dress that you had picked earlier and think how perfectly it’d match his outfit. a tear involuntarily escapes your eye.

you wipe it casually before he can notice. he pulls up the photo probably going around on social media at the moment and then the one of him moving away from the lady, "see!" he exclaims. and you sigh, "what do you want me to say gojo?"

"first off, don't call me gojo. secondly, forgive me. it was an honest mistake, you know i'd never do it on purpose. and lastly, i've missed you so so much baby," he drops his forehead to yours and you don't pull away. cause you've missed him just the same.

"go home," you whisper to him. "can't." he replies in the same manner. "it's too late and i didn't get my car. let me stay. let me make it up to you."

you pull away from him and turn towards your bedroom. he lets out a sigh of relief thinking maybe you were giving him a second chance but his shoulders deflate just as quick when you say, "you can take the guest room."

and so he does. he'd take any chance to be close to you since his job makes it hard for him to stay around you for long periods of time. so whenever he comes to this city, he'd prefers to stay with you rather than at a hotel.

and although your relationship and feelings for each other were hidden under the title of "fuck buddies" you both knew it was more than that. both of you went exclusive as soon as you started sleeping with each other. hell you don't think you could find anyone who would fuck you as good as satoru does. and he doesn't even want to try because the way your pussy makes him feel is other worldly.

he gets out of the shower and opts to wear just his boxers and lays comfortably at the thought of making it up to you in the morning. meanwhile you twist and turn trying to find a position to sleep, wondering if you should give in or keep it up so he knows what he did was wrong.

you wake up to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen and smile when you remember satoru stayed over last night. albeit not with you but still. your jaw drops slightly when you walk out and see him standing by the stove in nothing but his boxers. the early morning light accentuating the dips and curves of his muscles.

"satoru!" you shriek covering your eyes. "oh, good morning baby. why are you hiding your face?" he asks as if he isn't standing there with his dick in your face. "why are you naked?! put something on!" you exclaim. "ahh, nothing you haven't seen before princess. plus i’m not naked. I’m wearing boxers!” he grins and then adds on “can't exactly wear those clothes when i'm cookin breakfast. it's uncomfortable."

"ugh," you say out loud and march back into your room. you come out with a pair of his sweatpants and throw it to him from across the counter. "wear these!"

"whatever you want baby," he pulls them on and they rest sinfully on his hips – almost teasing you and your cheeks flush. “can you taste this for me?” he asks and you walk around the counter to stand next to him as he pushes a spoonful of syrup towards you.

your eyes flutter close and you hum at the sweet taste. “this is really good,” you smile softly. “thanks. it’s for the french toast. i just put it in the oven to keep it warm. thought you’d be asleep for a little longer.” you beam at the mention of french toast, they were your favorite. “nutella?” you ask and he nods with a mesmerizing smile “just the way you like it, sweets.”

you both gaze at each other with a soft smile. “can i have another spoon?” you meek. you accidentally let a little bit of it dribble down your chin. “oh shit,” you’re about to wipe it off but satoru holds your hand and pulls you in closer.

you feel his tongue leave a wet trail behind as he licks the dripping syrup from your chin to the corner of your mouth. your breath hitches at the sensation. he pulls back and looks at you with smirk.

before he can take too much pride in catching you off guard, you surprise him by clashing your lips to his. he bucks backward and steadies himself with a grip on your waist.

his heart picks up a beat at finally feeling your plush lips on his. tasting the remnants of syrup still sticking to your lips. your kiss felt transcendental to him. like the only way to stay alive was the air that passed through your mouth to his. and he rejoiced at that. he’d be willing to live with you as his source of oxygen.

gaining back some composure he pushes you back and places you on the counter. you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in further. his tongue tries to find its way into your mouth but you don’t budge. instead you giggle into the kiss and he takes it as an indication to kiss your teeth.

his lips move over your jaw, lightly nipping at the skin at the space under your ear. his tongue pokes out and traces your ear lobe once, twice and then he nibs down on the cartilage playfully with a whine of your name. the oven’s beeping brings you both out of the love lust trance you’re in.

he huffs and moves back to turn off the oven while you turn off the stove and grab another spoon of syrup. he turns back to see you leaning back on an arm and kicking your feet – dropping the sticky syrup over your clothed perked nipples. the lack of a bra evident. “oops” you pout, feigning innocence.

his breath seizes at the scene unfolding in front of him. he licks his lips once and then without wasting any more time, his mouth moves over your chest. licking the syrup off your shirt and in the process stimulating your nipples just like you hoped. he pulls off your shirt and throws it behind somewhere behind but before he can go further you stop him “wait!”.

“not in the kitchen,” you speak timidly – a flush creeping up your neck at his lustful stare. pressure builds in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you and you squeeze your thighs for a bit of friction.

“where?” he asks as he picks you up. “anywhere but the kitchen,” you whisper into the skin of his neck as you place a chaste kiss. and then he’s dropping down to his knees with you. laying you on the wooden floor of your living room

he leaves you on the floor for a beat and then comes back with the pot filled with syrup. he peels of your sweatpants along with your soaked panties. “lay still,” he tells you and you straighten out your legs and arms.

using you as his canvas he grabs the pot of syrup and tilts it over your body. creating a pattern of syrup on your naked body. he places the pot back on the counter and admires his work. a thoughtful grin on his face as he makes eye contact with you. “can i take a photo of you?” he asks and you nod without a second thought. he grabs your phone and snaps a pic. this image of yours would be imprinted in his mind forever and more.

“look at how beautiful you look,” and surely you do. sprawled out over the wooden floors of your apartment with a sticky substance covering your body. but that’s not all. the sun shines through the curtains, casting your body in an ethereal light and a ring of light on your head acting as a halo. “just like an angel. my angel. aren’t you baby?” he asks for confirmation.

and maybe it’s too early to say but you do anyway. “only yours, satoru. always yours,” you utter the words he’s been waiting for – well he feels like his whole life but in reality it’s only been three months since you two started this relationship.

the intensity of his gaze has a shiver run over your body and you can feel goosebumps erupt across your skin. he moves on top of you. taking his time with your body. licking over and over until he cleans the syrup. you almost feel like you’re not breathing as his mouth moves over your neck, collarbones, chest, stomach – lapping and littering your skin with love bites.

before moving further down he gives you a deep kiss and you can taste the sweetness of the syrup on his tongue as it tangles with yours. but it’s so incredibly satoru, to be tasting this sweet you can’t help but suck his tongue a little.

finally he spreads your thighs and makes himself at home. licking a quick stripe to test your wetness. there’s so much arousal it has him wondering if you already came. your nubs a shade darker, almost angry at being away from him for so long. he coos at your pussy as it was a separate being. “you missed me, didn’t you?” a peck to your clit. “i missed you too, but your mommy was tryna keep us apart.” you can’t help but laugh at the endearing silliness of him speaking to your pussy. faking a gasp he whispers “i know! it’s okay. going to take such good care of you now,” this time he looks at you.

his tongue moves over your bundle of nerves pressing down on your nub stimulating it just the right amount and plunging a finger into your cunt. his eyes flutter close at your taste. “nothing comes close to your sweetness, darling” he groans. your hands tangle in his head as he continues sucking your clit. you moan his name “ha ha ‘m so close toru.” so he speeds up his pace – licking ferociously, wanting you to reach your high quicker.

you come with a scream of his name. eyes shut and fingers tugging his hair but he has no complaints. he loved the sting when you tugged his hair like this – when you were too fucked out to even realize you were doing it.

he frees his cock and he feels like he can breath a bit better now. his hardened cock turns impossibly harder when you reach a hand down and pump it a few times and he watches in awe. pre cum lathering his length.

“you doing okay?” he asks you from above aligning himself but not pushing in. “yeah,” you hum but you’re lost in thought. about last night. but satoru notices everything. he squeezes your cheeks so you look at him. “what’s wrong?” genuinely concerned.

“i was hurt last night when you didn’t show up on time. and i didn’t understand why i was so hurt because it’s not like we’re dating or anything. but seeing that pic of you, out with those people hurt. cause i was here waiting for you, wanting to surprise you with a dress i bought, that i thought you’d like. but that doesn’t matter. what i’m trying to say is that this is more than just sex for me satoru. i really really like you. i want more of you. more of this. more of us.” you confess all that you’ve held in since this past few weeks of being apart from him.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, reeling in your confession. you feel like you’ve ruined whatever you had going on. “satoru, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way” in fact it wasn’t. you’d be heartbroken if he didn’t feel the same way. “you don’t have to say anything. i just, i-“ you’re about to continue but he cuts you off with a hard kiss. “i do too. all that you said. i too, want more of you, more of this, more of us. it’s more than just sex for me too, baby. has been for a while. i’m really sorry about last night. wear that dress for me tonight, please.” he pleads. “i’ll cook you a nice dinner and we can have our first date as an official couple. what’d you say?” he smiles softly.

your heart clenches at overwhelming emotions and tears line your eyes as you repeat yes over and over again until he’s kissing you and drinking the love out of you.

he carries you over to your bedroom and lays beside you. he grabs your leg and places it over his hip, lining his cock with your cunt. slowly he pushes into you. you both moan in unison. him at the feeling of your snug walls and you at the feeling of his cock stretching you apart.

your foreheads touch as you maintain eye contact. he thrusts into you ever so lovingly. languid and hard thrusts. as if you both had all the time in the world.

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a/n: idk how i feel abt this 💔😭 but i hope you liked it. comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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lev1hei1chou · 3 days

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Tantrums

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: How can Gojo say no to his precious miracle? Masterlist

Gojo strolled through the grocery store aisles, his child happily seated in his arms, their eyes scanning the colorful array of goods. They had a strict agreement – no more toys. Their home was practically bursting at the seams with stuffed animals, action figures, and toy cars. Spoiling their child wasn't on the agenda.

But fate had a funny way of testing resolve.

"Look, Daddy! Look!" The child pointed excitedly at a shiny new toy display, their eyes widening with wonder.

Gojo's heart sank as he noticed the coveted toy, a miniature version of their favorite superhero. He braced himself for what was to come.

"No, sweetie, we talked about this," he said, trying to keep his voice firm yet gentle.

The child's enthusiasm quickly turned into a full-blown tantrum. They flopped onto the floor, kicking and screaming with all the dramatic flair of a seasoned performer.

"Please, Daddy, please!" they wailed, fat tears streaming down their cheeks.

Gojo glanced around, feeling the eyes of other shoppers on them. This was not how he envisioned their trip to the store.

"Okay, okay, shh," Gojo whispered, crouching down beside his child. "Let's make a deal. If you stop crying, I'll buy you something special."

The child's sobs subsided into sniffles as they looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "Really, Daddy?"

"Really," Gojo confirmed, offering a reassuring smile. "But you have to promise to behave, deal?"

"Deal!" the child agreed eagerly, wiping away their tears.

With a sigh, Gojo rose to his feet, maneuvering the cart towards the checkout counter. He could already imagine the look of disbelief on your face when they returned home with yet another addition to their toy collection.

As they waited in line, Gojo surreptitiously glanced around for the perfect distraction. Spotting the ice cream display nearby, a mischievous grin tugged at his lips. Ice cream before dinner? Why not? It's much better than a new toy.

"Hey, kiddo, how about we get some ice cream?" Gojo suggested, trying to sound casual.

The child's eyes lit up with delight. "Ice cream? Yay!"

Gojo quickly grabbed three cones, hoping the promise of sweet treats would keep the peace a little while longer.

With ice cream in hand, they made their way out of the store, the child happily slurping away at their treat. As they approached the car, Gojo leaned in close, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Now remember, no more tantrums, okay? You got your ice cream, so you gotta be good," Gojo said, wagging a finger playfully.

The child nodded eagerly, their cheeks smeared with chocolate and vanilla. "I promise, Daddy!"

As they drove home, Gojo couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Who would have thought that a simple trip to the grocery store would turn into a negotiation worthy of diplomatic peace talks?

Back at home, they were greeted by you, who raised an eyebrow at the sight of the ice cream cones.

"Ice cream before dinner?" you questioned, a hint of amusement in your voice.

Gojo shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Just a little treat for our little negotiator here." He raised a cone at your direction and beckoned you to take it as a 'consolation'.

The child beamed proudly, holding up their half-eaten cone as if it were a trophy of victory.

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. "Well, I suppose one ice cream won't hurt. But what's this?" You gestured towards the toy tucked under Gojo's arm.

Gojo feigned innocence, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, just a little something I couldn't resist picking up."

All you could do was laugh. "You two are incorrigible."

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apodyopsis // gojo satoru

tw ⇢ teacher-student relationship, wet dreams, implied masturbation, teasing, face fucking, blow job, degradation, name calling, unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, cunnilingus, begging, dirty talk, biting, squirting

wc ⇢ 6.7k

The pre-dawn stillness was a weighted hush blanketing the dorms in velveteen quiet, its silence broken only by the occasional murmur of a somnolent student or rustling of restless bedsheets. For you, however, slumber remained an elusive wraith dancing maddeningly at the periphery of your consciousness.

You tossed fretfully beneath the covers, limbs tangling amid the cocooning bedlinens as your mind whirred with feverish wakefulness. No matter how you willed your thoughts towards blissful oblivion, they continued spiraling back towards that same smoldering nexus.

Gojo Satoru.

Just the whisper of his name through your internal musings was enough to rekindle those now all-too-familiar tendrils of forbidden yearning. You groaned in frustration, scrubbing your palms over burning cheeks as you struggled to dispel the intrusive visions that lurked behind your tightly squeezed lids.

Your teacher's powerful frame, taut with sinewy grace as he demonstrated the day's forms with that typical indolent, feline confidence... The fall of his shimmering hair shifting to reveal scorching sidelong glimpses of his ruggedly chiseled features... His voice, pitched in those low, velvet-hushed registers that somehow seemed to caress your very nerve endings...

You bit back another strangled whimper, already perilously close to losing yourself in the intoxicating imagery flowing through your mind's eye. A part of you recognized the madness of such hopeless infatuation - Gojo was your teacher, after all, as well as one of the most lauded sorcerers of your generation. To covet him in this way was pure fantasy, a suicidal taboo.

And yet, another more insidious whisper urged you onwards, fanning the smoldering embers of desire until your body felt fever-flushed and thrumming with taut, maddened yearning.

With a shuddering exhalation, you surrendered to the delicious torture. If this was insanity, so be it - you would gladly go feverishly mad dreaming of him. Already, the visions grew more twisted, more lascivious, thrilling darkly through your veins like a sudden injection of searing sin.

Your breath hitched in tiny, frantic pants as the fantasy unspooled, cradling you in its velvet-gloved depravity. Gojo looming over you in the sweltering dark, gaze caged by the curtaining fall of his white lashes yet somehow still managing to scorch like twin supernovas. A sinuous grin of dark promise curving the hard angle of his mouth as he leaned closer, closer, until all you knew was the searing brand of his body aligned hotly against yours.

Those wicked lips would descend in a punishing sweep, laying claim with blistering intensity as his powerful frame bracketed your far slighter one. Each delirious moan was swallowed, consumed, stoking your ardor to conflagrant new infernos with every dizzying exchange. There was nothing tender, nothing gentle in this devouring rapture, only a raw and desperate hunger as he feasted on your body.

By the time his hips rocked against yours in a teasing slide of his heavy arousal, you were utterly undone, lost to the sweet torment of his touch. You could feel the delicious drag of his length, already so slick and slippery with your dripping need, poised at your aching core. The blunt tip nudged against your opening, once, twice, and then-

You writhed beneath his dominance, any hope of restraint or inhibition burned away in that molten inferno. A vocalized litany of need poured from your bitten lips, shameless pleas for Gojo's mercy, for the benediction of his touch through every sin-scorched landscape of your body-

With a violent start, you jolted awake, chest heaving and skin damp with sweat-slicked exertion. The feverish remnants of that delirious fantasy clung to your addled senses like the ephemeral wisps of a shattered dream.

You were scarcely aware of the muffled groan that parted your lips, nor of the shaky hand that slid downward to ghost over the throbbing ache between your legs. It was only when you felt the dampness of your panties, the swollen nub of your clit twitching under the feather-light pressure, that you realized just how deeply you'd fallen into that heated fantasy.

For a dazed handful of breaths, you could hardly process what had just occurred - the stunning loss of control, the buckling submission to something as dangerously seductive as the forbidden fantasies of your teacher, your mentor-

Were you moaning his name?

A smothered whine slipped free as the reckless recollections took root anew. How could you possibly face him later, meet the searing weight of his stare and not combust from the inside out? Mortification and shame warred with that same plaintive, desperate longing still thrumming hot through your veins.

With trembling fingers and only the faintest grasp on coherence, you groped blindly for your phone on the nightstand. The light from its cracked display seared your overly sensitized retinas, but you refused to let it deter you as you fired off a hasty text to your most trusted confidant detailing every filthy, depraved facet of the fantasy.

There, you thought with a shaky exhale as the final message sent. Maybe purging the lurid details would also help purge the fantasy from your overwrought psyche.

Famous last words.

The dull glow of your phone's cracked display seemed to blaze like a supernova in the pre-dawn stillness of your dorm room. You blinked blearily, still caught in the smoldering vestiges of the deliriously vivid dream that had finally relinquished its feverish hold on your slumber.

With trembling fingers, you tapped out a hasty text to your best friend, the only person you could conceivably confide in about the lascivious, wildly inappropriate fantasies featuring your teacher that had plagued your unconscious mind.

The words fairly poured out in a torrent of hushed desperation, each lurid recollection more scandalous than the last. The exact timbre of Gojo's velvet-husked growls as he pinned you beneath the scorching brand of his body...the exquisite agony rapture of his cock plunging into your tight, dripping core...the searing bliss of his cum painting your skin in his possessive claim...the way his fingers tangled in your hair, forcing your head back and jaw open wide for the hot spurt of his seed as he claimed your mouth...

You spared no detail, no filthy nuance or whisper of depraved intimacy. The fantasy - if one could even call it that - had consumed you so thoroughly, searing away every pretense of restraint or propriety until you were left bare and aching with the desperate need for release. The consecration of being possessed utterly by a man you should never have yearned for in the first place, let alone fantasized about with such explosive fervor.

With a trembling exhalation, you hit send and let the damning record spill out into the cold digital ether. There, you thought with a sickly lurch of equal parts shame and lascivious relief. It was out of your system, safely partitioned away where it could no longer wield such dark, heady influence over your tenuous grasp on coherence.

At least, that's what you desperately hoped as you slipped back into an uneasy slumber, haunted by echoing Whispers of unholy raptures still lingering from the night's delirium.

If only you had known the true, devastating ramifications your little midnight confession would bring...

Hours later, the jarring blare of the morning wake-up klaxons lanced through your groggy consciousness like a cacophonous call to penance. You stirred with a piteous groan, every muscle protesting the demands of wakefulness after so little rest.

The usual flurry of morning ablutions and dressing passed by in a bleary blur of motion and muffled sounds. But it wasn't until you padded into the dojo's hushed antechamber, fingers deftly securing your hair into a simple topknot, that full awareness came crashing back in a sickening wave of dread.

There, awaiting you just on the other side of the shoji door, was the very man who had starred in your sordid, lust-soaked fantasies. The man you had spent the better part of the previous night dreaming about plowing into your sopping, desperate core until you were screaming his name and begging for release. The man you were now utterly petrified to face, let alone hold focus beneath that banked, smoldering stare without combusting from the inside out.

You froze in the entryway, poised in the heart of a sleepwalker's stillness as guilt and illicit desire warred for dominance. How could you possibly look Gojo Satoru in the eye today, of all days? To weather the weight of his piercing crimson scrutiny and not simply confess every mortifying detail on bended knee?

The prospect was unthinkable, untenable. Which meant the only sane course was to...what? Flee? Abandon your duties and sacred calling over some inconvenient fevered dreams, no matter how deliriously inappropriate?

No, you couldn't do that. Not after the endless hours of dedication and struggle to claw your way to this hallowed state. You were stronger than your base desires, stronger than the tangled morass of desperate cravings that still thrummed thrillingly beneath your straining composure.

Straightening your spine with a fortifying inhale, you slid the chamber's door aside to reveal the already unfolding morning session. The training floor stretched before you in a polished immaculata of gleaming hardwood, sectioned rice papel screens filtering the daylight into hushed jade-tinged refractions. A handful of junior students moved through the opening forms under Gojo's watchful crimson scrutiny, his presence as undeniable and potent as a bonfire amidst the frigid tranquility.

You approached with measured, silent strides, endeavoring to overlay your turbulent inner discord with an aura of serene poise. Just take your position among the ranks and maintain focus - that was the key. Gojo was your teacher, your esteemed mentor, and nothing more. He deserved your utmost respect and dedication.

He would never know the depths of the unholy reverie you'd indulged, the shameless fantasies in which you'd utterly surrendered to his imagined dominion. This was just an ordinary training session. Routine and sacred, just like any other.

Little did you realize, you'd already forfeited what tattered shreds remained of your composure the moment you pressed 'send' on those scandalous confessions...

The thick tension blanketing the dojo was utterly suffocating as Gojo's molten stare bored into you from across the training floor. You fought to maintain your composure, limbs flowing through the familiar forms and stances with practiced precision. But despite your staunch outward control, your mind whirled in panicked disarray.

There was no way, simply no feasible possibility that Gojo could know the depraved, wildly inappropriate fantasies you'd indulged in last night. The sordid images and sensations were still fresh enough to ignite tendrils of blazing mortification licking through your veins. Just the fleeting recollections alone - his powerful frame looming over you, lips trailing liquid fire paths across your fevered skin as he urged forth your unraveling - were enough to bring a scorching blush to your cheeks.

You chanced a furtive glance in Gojo's direction, immediately regretting it when you found his gaze locked onto you with unsettling intensity. There was an edge to that stare, a dark promise lurking behind the usual disaffected ennui. Interpreting it sent a convulsive shiver streaking down your spine.

As if sensing your covert appraisal, the slightest of smirks curved Gojo's lips. "You look a little flushed over there," he drawled, the rasped insinuation making you flinch. "Was your mind wandering to...inappropriate places again?"

You sputtered, mouth working soundlessly for a moment as panic gripped you. There was simply no way he could be privy to your indecent daydreams, no plausible avenue for them to manifest beyond the iron walls of your discretion. Right?

Gojo tsked, straightening from his lazy lean against the wall to stalk towards you with leonine grace. Each rolling stride seemed to ripple with coiled power and masculine potency. You swallowed thickly, fingers twitching against the desperate urge to tug at your collar.

"Still playing coy, I see," he murmured, coming to loom at your back so near you could feel the scorching whisper of his breath against your nape. "But we both know you've been having some very...naughty thoughts about your sensei. Forbidden little fantasies unbecoming of a focused pupil."

Your face flamed, confirming his suspicions as you cursed your inability to force down the telltale swell of arousal kindling low in your belly. How could this be happening?

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," you stammered, cursing the thinness of your voice. "Those are just baseless accusations-"

"Is that so?" Gojo all but purred, the words shaped in a salacious lilt against the sensitive whorls of your ear. "So you didn't spend last night writhing in drenched sheets, desperate fingers plunging into your slick little cunt while you fantasized about your sensei pounding you into a screaming, sopping mess?"

You jolted, a strangled keen escaping your constricted throat at the shockingly explicit parallels he had described down to the lascivious detail. There was no possible way...unless...oh gods.

With a sudden spike of visceral recollection, you remembered the drunken texts you'd fired off last night. The breathless, incriminating confessions of every lurid, soul-scorching facet of that all-consuming fantasy laid bare for your confidante's eyes. Or rather, who you thought had been your confidante.

A wrecked sound of pure chagrin slipped free as you connected the final pieces - you must have tapped the wrong contact in your addled, post-reverie haze and sent those torrid details directly to Gojo himself. Which meant...he knew it all. Literally every lascivious intimacy you had entertained about your mentor now lingered in his possession like some unholy bounty.

"I see that horrified little sound means you're catching on," Gojo chuckled then, the deep reverberation tinged with sadistic delight. "Good girl. I was wondering when you'd put it all together like the clever little minx you are."

His mouth hovered a hairsbreadth from the feverish hollow beneath your ear as his next husked words sank molten hooks into your sanity.

"Now, since I know every last depraved detail already, why don't you go ahead and give your sensei a little replay, hmm? Don't leave anything out, no matter how filthy or profane it might be..."

The world seemed to tilt dizzily underfoot as Gojo's soft rumble of mocking commanded you to voice every blasphemous, lust-drenched nuance of your forbidden reverie aloud. You were paralyzed, throat insistent and arid as the mortification of such obscene admission warred with the increasingly feverish spiral of yearning coiling low in your abdomen.

This was madness, a line too profane to be uncrossed surely. Yet you wavered, lingering on a precipice overlooking nothing but the most scintillating transgressions...and eternal rapture beyond.

A heavy silence fell over the dojo, the weighted tension near suffocating in its intensity. You remained rooted in place, paralyzed beneath the scorching heat of Gojo's stare and the utterly salacious implications he had voiced.

Part of you trembled with humiliated revulsion at the thought of confessing the depraved nuances of your fever dream aloud. It felt like a transgression too profane, too far across the boundaries of sacred student-teacher trust to ever be uncrossed.

And yet...another part of you, one you found increasingly difficult to silence, thrilled with illicit fascination at the prospect. Gojo's words had ignited smoldering embers of forbidden yearning in your depths, whispering insidious permission to shed propriety's shackles, if only for a few breathless moments.

You wet your lips, casting about for some fragmentary thread of denial or composure to cling to. But there was only the weighted tension spooling out between you and your darkly magnetic mentor as he awaited your answer with supreme, unruffled confidence.

"Well?" Gojo's silken prompt sliced through the stifling quiet, edged with a mocking lilt that made tendrils of pure molten desire unfurl low in your belly. "Don't tell me the deliciously depraved fantasy that had you whimpering and thrashing has flown that pretty little head already?"

You flushed deeply, chagrin and arousal swirling in a dizzying eddies. He was enjoying this far too much - dangling your unforgivable indiscretions before you like the ripest forbidden fruit. Worse, you could feel the first tremulous fingers of capitulation beginning to loosen your restraint and unlatch the dam of pent-up cravings.

Gojo's smirk deepened, somehow both seductively inviting and indecently vulpine all at once. "I'm waiting, pet," he purred, the words shaped in wicked promise. "Give us a taste of whatever lewd scenarios had you so thoroughly undone. Don't be shy now..."

A whimper slipped free as your resolve crumbled in increments. You opened your mouth to unleash the first husked, sacreligious confession...only to be silenced by the sudden, shocking collision of Gojo's mouth against yours.

It was a kiss utterly devoid of preamble or finesse, all scintillating possession and scorching demands as his hand fisted in your hair to angle your stunned submission. You made a strangled sound against the velvet plunder, every nerve ending erupting into searing detonate as he brought the full brunt of his virility and dark intent to bear.

This was no mere impulsive breach of propriety, but rather the gleeful obliteration of all remaining boundaries in a blinding conflagration of pure, untempered desire. Gojo consumed your gasping whimpers and pleas, stoking your shuddering capitulation higher with each lascivious sweep of his tongue and punishing nip of teeth.

By the time he at last wrenched away, his chest was heaving in a matching cadence to your own ragged pants. For a suspended breath, you could only gape at him, insensate and utterly undone in the most profoundly carnal sense imaginable. His grin was nothing short of wickedly conquering as he dragged a calloused thumb over your abused, desire-slicked lips.

"Somehow, I get the feeling mere words won't suffice for properly indulging your lustful appetites any longer," Gojo rumbled in that gravel-husked timbre that seemed to vibrate straight through your enflamed senses. "Lucky for you, I'm in a generous mood to demonstrate, pet..."

And with no further preamble, he hauled you flush against the searing brand of his body once more as the world shattered into fevered shards of blissful, profane rapture.

There was no hesitation, no pretense of restraint or propriety left in the wake of Gojo's all-consuming dominance. Every caress was a claim, every heated, growled command a sacred edict, each and every one intended to reduce you to a shivering, whimpering mess utterly enslaved to his will.

He had you naked and keening beneath him in a matter of heartbeats, fingers twitching and twisting at his belt buckle until he batted your hands away. You pouted at the denial, only to have him chuckle darkly as he loomed over your writhing, needy form.

"Ah-ah," he rasped, seizing both wrists and pinning them above your head. "This isn't about your pleasure. This is a lesson, pet, and I intend to take my sweet, sweet time in teaching it."

He leaned down, the hard planes of his muscled torso dragging sinuously against yours as he claimed your mouth in another brutal, searing kiss. He swallowed each moan and gasp as he plundered your depths, his tongue a velvet-honed weapon as he stoked your pleasure higher and higher.

By the time he released your mouth, you were panting, utterly undone and writhing with unquenched need. Gojo smirked, his azure gaze searing with the weight of a thousand unholy vows as he began his slow, torturous descent down the length of your body.

"Now let's see if that naughty little fantasy was as filthy as you professed, hmm?" he rasped, fingers teasing down the slope of your breasts to tease their pebbled peaks. "Or should I say, 'fantasies?'"

He grinned wickedly, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and making you buck and cry out.

"Yes, I believe that's what you said, weren't they? You spent last night fantasizing about my cock stretching your pretty little cunt open, about my cum painting you from the inside out..." He groaned, the vibrations humming straight through to the tender, aching apex of your thighs. "What else? Tell me, pet. Let me hear how depraved that filthy little mind truly is."

A strangled, needy whimper tore from your lips as he resumed his leisurely, agonizing torture. Each lick and scrape of teeth against your fevered flesh stoked the smoldering coals of arousal even hotter, until you were practically trembling with need.

Gojo chuckled, the sound vibrating against your swollen clit and making you arch and keen. "Tell me," he commanded once more, his voice a low, dark threat that made your walls flutter around nothing. "Don't make me ask again, pet."

"I-" Your voice broke on a choked groan as his tongue flicked out once more, circling the throbbing apex of your clit with maddening, featherlight pressure. "I-I dreamed about you fucking me on the floor of the dojo, sensei. Just like this. Pinning me down and filling me with your cock, with your cum until I was dripping and stuffed full of it-"

A wrecked sound tumbled past your lips as Gojo rewarded your compliance with the first thrust of his fingers, long and thick and curling just so within you. He smirked against your dripping folds, the expression pure depraved indulgence.

"That wasn’t all, was it?" he rasped, the words shaped in a filthy litany against your sex. "You said something else. Something...filthier. Why don't you tell me all about it?"

His fingers curled mercilessly inside you, stroking and rubbing in tandem with the maddening swirl of his tongue around your clit. Your thighs trembled, a fine sheen of sweat misting your fevered flesh. The pleasure was a delirious inferno, threatening to engulf you and consume you in its white-hot embrace.

"Tell me," Gojo growled once more, the vibrations rippling through your overwrought senses. "What was the rest of it?"

The dam finally burst, spilling forth a tidal wave of sordid revelations.

"I dreamed about you using me, fucking my mouth, forcing your cock down my throat, sensei. You were using me like a toy, fucking every hole until I was full of your cum and screaming, begging for more. You made me worship you, forced me to swallow every last drop like the good little whore I am, and I loved every second of it-"

Your babbling confession broke on a choked scream as Gojo's mouth sealed around your clit and sucked, his fingers stroking mercilessly within you until the world was nothing but the searing heat and unbridled rapture. Your climax swept over you in an engulfing torrent, the sheer force of it leaving you blind and breathless.

Gojo continued his relentless assault, wringing every last gasp and tremor from your trembling body until you were a boneless heap, utterly wrecked and undone. His grin was positively savage, the crimson blaze of his gaze a dark promise as he crawled up the length of your spent body.

"Look at that, a perfect little dream come true," he murmured, his lips tracing a path up your heaving, fevered skin. "What else do you want, pet? What more could a shameless little slut like you possibly desire?"

His fingers twined with yours, pressing your palms back into the hardwood as his mouth hovered mere breaths from yours. Your pulse skittered wildly, still reeling and thrumming from the intensity of your climax. But despite your dazed exhaustion, the need remained, a deep, gnawing ache in the core of your very being.

"You know," Gojo husked, his smirk widening. "If you're feeling up to it, we could always play a little game of...what was it again? Oh yes, 'fucking my mouth and forcing your cock down my throat'?"

He chuckled, the low reverberations vibrating through you and making you moan.

"Is that what you want, pet?" he continued, his voice pitched to a husked rasp. "For me to use that pretty little mouth like the cock sleeve it was clearly meant to be?"

You nodded frantically, unable to resist the lure of his words, of his potent, dark promise. The need was an absolute frenzy, an unbearable ache you were desperate to quench.

"Say it," Gojo growled, his grip tightening as he pinned you beneath the blistering weight of his stare. "Say it aloud, pet. Beg me for it."

"Please," you whined, hips rocking and straining for more contact. "Please, sensei, fuck my mouth, force your cock down my throat, use me like the dirty little cock sleeve I am. Please, I want it, please-"

You were cut off by the searing press of Gojo's lips against yours, his mouth claiming yours with a raw, possessive edge that sent shivers cascading down your spine. He kissed you breathless, consuming every needy whimper and plea until he was all that remained.

"That's a good girl," he growled, the words shaped in a heated rasp against the hollow of your throat. "So good for me. Now open up."

He was already shifting into position above you, his powerful frame looming in a sinuous predatory crawl. You could see the heavy length of his cock jutting from the part of his unfastened trousers, a thick, angry curve of flesh and iron. A fresh surge of arousal coursed through you, making your thighs clench and walls clamp around nothing.

You barely had a moment to take in his virile, dominant stance before Gojo's hand was fisting in your hair and guiding the fat, swollen crown of his cock past the part of your lips.

"Open," he ordered, his menacing stare pinning you in place as he fed his thick shaft into your open, willing mouth.

The salty tang of him exploded across your tongue, a potent mix of salt and dark male musk that made you moan. He was impossibly large, the girth stretching your jaw wide and stuffing you nearly to the point of discomfort. But you wanted more, craved it desperately, and so you sucked and laved at him with unbridled enthusiasm.

Gojo's eyes fluttered closed, his head lolling back as a guttural groan escaped him. The sight was intoxicating, empowering, knowing you could draw such a visceral reaction from him.

"That's it," he rasped, his hips pumping a slow, steady rhythm into the wet clutch of your mouth. "You were born to suck my cock, weren't you, pet? Who knew the prim little pupil I had in my classroom would be such a filthy little cocksucker beneath the surface."

You moaned around his shaft, the vibration making him hiss. You could feel the feverish slick of arousal coating your thighs, the desire for him to plunge between them, to claim you completely in the most base way possible, mounting to a fever pitch.

Gojo's grip tightened in your hair, forcing you to look up at him. His expression was positively carnal, his gaze blazing with lust and dominance.

"You want more, don't you, slut? Want me to fuck your throat, to make you choke on my cock and use you like the perfect little whore you are." It was a statement, not a question, but you nodded anyway, desperate to have him claim you in every possible way.

He smiled then, a slow, wicked baring of teeth. "My pleasure."

Without further warning, he thrust deep, driving the blunt tip of his cock to the back of your throat. You sputtered and gagged, eyes watering as your throat convulsed around the intrusion. But he didn't relent, didn't show a modicum of mercy as he fucked you in long, deep strokes.

You were completely at his mercy, utterly enslaved to his dark desires. But as the world narrowed to nothing beyond the thick, punishing thrusts and the salty-slick taste of him on your tongue, you were certain there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

He used you thoroughly, taking his fill and then some. And when he finally pulled free, you were gasping and drenched in a sheen of sweat, the rawness of your throat and the swollen mess of your mouth the only proof of what had just transpired. He didn’t stop, only tugging at his cock as he stared down at you, his gaze searing with unholy promise.

"Now wrap those pretty lips around my balls, pet," he rasped. "I want you to suck on them until I say you're done."

You obeyed, eagerly parting your lips and drawing his sack into the damp heat of your mouth. You lavished attention on the velveteen skin, reveling in the groan that tore from his chest and the way his muscles tensed.

"Fuck, yes, just like that. You love sucking on my balls, don't you, slut?"

You moaned around his heavy sack, the vibrations making him hiss and thrust against your face. He was so hard, the veins of his cock throbbing as he pumped his length in rough, urgent motions.

"You want it, don't you? You want my cum. Tell me where, pet. Where do you want me to come all over you?"

"On my face, sensei," you whimpered, releasing his sack with a lewd pop. "Please, I want it, want your cum on my face."

"Good girl," he purred, his gaze raking over you in a molten caress. "Keep those pretty lips open and that tongue out."

You did as he commanded, your heart pounding in anticipation. He stroked himself with renewed vigor, his cock glistening with your saliva and the pre-cum beading at the tip.

"Here it comes, slut. Take it all."

His words were barely out before his cock twitched in his hand, a thick, pearlescent jet erupting from the head and painting your face. You moaned, the taste of him flooding your mouth as his spend coated your tongue and cheeks.

He worked his shaft through the throes of his orgasm, painting your skin with his release until you were completely marked by him. You were breathless, trembling, your own climax an insistent, gnawing ache between your thighs.

"What do you say, slut?" Gojo rasped, using the tip of his cock to swipe a dollop of cum from your cheek and pressing it past your lips. "Show some respect for your teacher."

"Thank you, sensei," you whispered, the words a reverent prayer on your swollen lips. "Thank you for using me."

His answering grin was positively wicked. "You're very welcome, pet. Now roll over and present that dripping little cunt for me."

The command sent a tremor rippling through you, a desperate thrill of anticipation and apprehension. Because you knew there was no turning back now, no chance for retreat or denial. You had already crossed too many lines, shattered too many sacred boundaries, and there was no going back.

Gojo was the living embodiment of your darkest, most depraved fantasies, and now, he intended to bring every last one to glorious, rapturous fruition.

Your breath caught as he nudged your knees apart and settled his weight atop you, his cock a scorching brand against the fevered curve of your ass. He was so much larger than you, his power and masculinity a palpable aura that enveloped and consumed you utterly.

His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice a seductive growl. "Do you know how often I've imagined this, pet? How often I've wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you raw until you were begging and screaming for release? Do you know how difficult it's been, to maintain even a modicum of restraint when every part of me wants to claim you, to ruin you, to make you mine completely?"

He punctuated his words with a sharp nip of teeth against the vulnerable skin beneath your ear, sending a shudder rippling down your spine. "When you sent me that naughty little confession, the one where you dreamed about me using you, fucking your mouth and forcing my cock down your throat..."

He groaned, his hands flexing against your hips as his cock slid against your sopping folds. "It nearly broke my restraint, pet. To hear how badly you wanted me to fuck you, to use every hole like the perfect little cocksleeve you were destined to be..."

He pressed forward, the first teasing press of his thick cock against your aching entrance stealing the breath from your lungs.

"I've waited so long, been so patient," he murmured, the words shaped in a velvet-honed threat. "But now that I know the depths of your depravity, now that I know exactly how filthy that naughty little mind of yours can be, I intend to claim you in every possible way. Until the only name you remember is mine, the only touch you crave is mine, the only thing you feel is me, deep inside you, branding you as mine, over and over again. Understand?"

You nodded, your mouth too dry for any sound but a faint whimper to escape. But that was enough, for the next moment, he was pushing inside, his thick shaft parting your tender, dripping folds inch by torturous inch.

Your breath hitched, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth hardwood beneath you. It was so much, too much, the sensation of being so thoroughly and completely filled by him making your head spin and walls clench around his girth.

He was unrelenting, forcing you to stretch to accommodate his size, his strength, his virility. You could feel the sweat misting your fevered flesh, your nails digging furrows in the polished wood as he bottomed out with a guttural groan.

"So tight, so perfect, pet," he gritted out, his grip on your hips punishing. "I knew you would be, but this, this is a goddamn revelation."

He drew back, only to slam back inside with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. He set a brutal pace, fucking you with long, deep strokes that left no doubt who was in control, who owned every gasp and whimper and plea spilling from your lips.

"I love how you clench around me, pet. Like you can't get enough. Is that what you want? For me to fill you up, to breed you, to stuff your pretty little cunt with my cum?"

"Yes, sensei," you sobbed, the pleasure bordering on agony. "Please, use me, fuck me, fill me with your cum, make me yours, please-"

Your babbling entreaties were cut off by his palm smacking down on your ass, the impact and sting making you yelp.

"You're not the one calling the shots here, pet. Behave yourself or I'll punish you, and we won't get to the good part until I'm damn well ready for it."

His words were a harsh growl, but they sent a frisson of pure, illicit pleasure coursing through you. The thought of him disciplining you, of being punished for your misbehavior, was a dark, depraved fantasy too delicious to ignore.

"Maybe I like being punished," you dared, your voice a breathless challenge.

You weren't prepared for the growl that tore from his chest or the sudden, punishing thrust of his cock inside you. You cried out, the pleasure and pain blurring into an indecipherable haze of white-hot ecstasy.

"Is that what you want?" he snarled, his teeth sinking into the nape of your neck. "To be punished, to be used, to be broken and remade under my hand, my body, my will? I can do that, pet. I can take you to the precipice of madness and leave you begging for more."

He punctuated the threat with another brutal thrust, making you keen and buck beneath him. Your thighs were trembling, the tension in your core a tight coil threatening to snap at any moment. You could feel him thickening inside you, his own release drawing near.

"Answer me, slut. Is that what you want? To be punished, to be broken, to be used and fucked and ruined until you're screaming and writhing in my hold, unable to walk, to speak, to breathe, without feeling the memory of me seared into every inch of you?"

You were barely coherent, the pleasure and pressure an overwhelming deluge threatening to drown you. "Yes," you sobbed, the word a wrecked plea on your lips. "Yes, sensei, please, punish me, ruin me, use me, please, I need it, need you, please-"

The last syllable had barely slipped free before his hand came down in a punishing smack against your ass, the impact forcing the air from your lungs in a strangled cry. The pain and pleasure blurred together in a searing torrent, and before you could process it, he was spanking you again and again, the harsh impacts and stinging pain making you writhe and buck beneath him.

Your ass was on fire, but you were helpless, pinned and skewered and utterly enslaved to his will. His palm connected with your burning flesh once more, the sensation making you clench around his girth and keening whine.

"I can feel you clenching around me, pet. You love this, don't you? Love being used and fucked and punished, being treated like the slut you are."

You couldn't speak, couldn't think, the only sounds coming from your mouth incoherent whimpers and pleas. The pleasure was a blinding inferno, and you were helpless to do anything but ride it out, clinging to the edge of sanity by the thinnest of threads.

You could feel the tension coiling inside you, the pressure building and mounting to a crescendo. Gojo's own strokes were growing ragged and uneven, his breaths a harsh, erratic cadence against your skin.

"Come for me, pet. Come for me while I fuck you, while I breed you, while I mark you as mine."

He punctuated his snarled command with a merciless thrust, and the tension inside you finally snapped. You came apart with a hoarse cry, your entire body trembling and convulsing as you gushed an obscene amount of hot, fragrant liquid all over his cock and the floor below.

You were lost, adrift in a sea of bliss and pleasure and rapture, and still, he didn't stop. He fucked you through your climax, his cock plunging deeper and deeper until the only thing that mattered was the feeling of him inside you, filling you, claiming you, owning you.

He came with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing and twitching as he painted your inner walls with his seed. It was filthy, depraved, and still, you couldn't help but moan at the sensation of him flooding your cunt. You could feel his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your thighs, but still, you clung to him, unwilling to let him go.

You lay there in a spent heap, panting and trembling, your whole body flushed and sweat-damp. The only sounds were your labored breaths, and even those were beginning to even out as you recovered from the intensity of your shared release.

Gojo was still inside you, his cock softening and your walls still fluttering around him in the aftershocks. You could feel the sticky remnants of his cum leaking out, coating your thighs, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You felt utterly and completely fucked out, and there was no other place you'd rather be.

With a low groan, Gojo finally pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and used in the best possible way. His hand stroked along your spine, the gesture strangely tender and possessive at the same time.

"What did I say, pet? Perfect, just like I knew you'd be," he murmured, his lips tracing a path along your neck. "You took me so well, so perfectly. I could stay here forever, buried deep inside you."

You shivered, a fresh wave of desire coiling low in your abdomen despite the fact that he had just fucked you senseless. "Then do it," you whispered, the words shaped in a sultry invitation. "Take me again, sensei."

His answering chuckle was dark and wicked, sending a frisson of anticipation and desire rippling down your spine. "My sweet, greedy little slut," he murmured, his teeth scraping against the delicate curve of your ear. "We'll have plenty of time for that. For now, I have a lesson to finish teaching."

Your breath caught, a fresh shiver of arousal coiling low in your belly. You couldn't see his face, but you could hear the wicked, teasing smirk in his voice. "What was it you said earlier, pet? That I would be using every hole until you were stuffed full of my cum?"

The words sent a shudder rippling through you, and already, you could feel yourself growing wet and aching for him once more. "Yes," you breathed, barely daring to believe your fantasies would come true.

"Then it's a good thing I've got all day to show you exactly what that means, isn't it, pet?"

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You've been missed [Saturo Gojo]

18+ mdni | Gojo x fem! reader

sypnosis; you and Gojo have a complicated relationship. During the day he would act like he didn't know you existed, then at night he would be in your sheets. He constantly lead you on with promises and sweet lies, but despite knowing your "relationship" wasn't going anywhere, you still answered his late night calls.

cw; situationship, fingering, oral (fem receiving), mirror sex, degradation, riding, back shots, spanking, squirting, anal fingering, just nasty ass sex. written by an amateur smut writer at 2 a.m :') not proofread as much as I'd like. MDNI!!!!!!

4k words and some change

inspired by this song for some reason

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You glared down at the thread of messages on your screen— all unanswered; not even read. “Today 12:36 A.M” was the time of the last text you had sent him. Resentment settled in your stomach, turning your phone off and lightly tossing it onto your bed. He always did this. Gojo would ignore your calls, & he would leave your texts unread. Even worse than that, he walked past you everyday like you weren’t even there, sparing you half a glance from under those stupid sunglasses he always wore. You didn’t even know why you tried anymore; worst of all, you didn’t know why every time his notification popped up you would open it and respond at lightning speed. The custom ringtone you had set for him made your heart skip a beat. Gojo had a hold on you that you couldn’t free yourself from. It was sad, the way you answered his every call when he would take his sweet time before responding to yours. You supposed these things only occurred because you allowed them to– basically sending the message that no matter what he did, he would still have exclusive access to you whenever he so wished.

You hated him for it, but who else could you blame but yourself? He told you from the beginning that your little “situationship” wouldn’t be going further than casual sex. But at the same time he constantly blurred the lines he had set. When he would press soft kisses to your lips, whispering to you about how beautiful you are, telling you that you were made for him; that nobody else was allowed to have you the same way he had you, under him, hips pushed against yours, his forehead brushing against your neck while he emptied himself into you. It was making you feel delirious, the weight of his body pressed so deliciously over yours as he took everything your body had to offer. Then he would remind you of where you stood in his life, when you would wake up and he would be gone, his spot on the bed long abandoned and cold, the only evidence he was ever even there was the mess between your legs and the ache in your body.

Your phone pinged, the familiar sound of his custom ringtone urging you to pick it up and see what he said, even though you didn't want to. You wanted to leave him on delivered for days like he did you, ignore his calls and act like he didn’t exist. It was petty, but you felt as though it was the only power you really had against him, knowing that he could make you crumble with as little effort as using his hands.

It was unfair, really, the effect he had on you. He could bend you to his will anyway he wanted, and you would always comply, indulging in the meaningless pleasure he would give you, a piece of you going with him every single time you would wake up to an empty bed. Your heart is growing colder for him every time he leaves your messages delivered, every call unanswered.

The notification lit up your screen, his contact name and your own curiosity tempting you to open his message quicker than you would’ve liked. You rolled your eyes as the text swirled around your whole screen. He loves using those stupid message effects, you guessed he was trying to be playful. Maybe buttering you up by playing on your feelings of fondness he knew you had for him. “Hey pretty, what are you up to tonight?” your stomach fluttered at the pet name, swallowing down the irritation you also felt at him ignoring your previous string of messages. You typed out a response, “Nothing.” It was purposely curt. Trying to at least somewhat convey that you were unhappy with him.

“You mad at me or something?”

“No, not at all”

“You’re sooooo dry 🙁”

“Oh.”

Text bubbles appeared on your screen for a minute, before disappearing. “Read 3:45 A.M” you sighed, shutting the phone off again and laying down. It was late, and you had to be at Jujutsu tech early tomorrow, already tired of Gojo’s antics. Right when you started to doze off your phone pinged again. Groggily you picked it up, clicking it on. Already knowing who it was. “Unlock the door pleeeeease 🙂” you stared at the message for a second, blinking the sleep from your eyes. You didn’t move, hoping he would just go away and think you were asleep, but then you heard rapid knocks at your door, and you reluctantly got up,not wanting your neighbors to be disturbed by Gojo’s childishness. Cracking open the door you glared at him, your irritation growing at the stupid grin on his face, your sleep deprivation not making it any better.

“Heyyyy y/n” he pushed past your door, allowing himself in. He took a moment to look you over, your satin robe hugging your body perfectly. The top sagged down your shoulder, the stretch of skin leading to your chest making his eyes wander. Your nipples perked under the thin fabric and he couldn’t help but run the tip of tongue along his bottom lip. You just look so appetizing.

“What do you want, Gojo?” He leaned towards you, leaving just a few meters of space between you. He searched your face, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Hmm so you are upset” he tilted his sunglasses down, irises locked onto yours now. You said nothing, turning away from him and walking to your kitchen, shaking off the warmth crawling up your spine. You already knew what he was here for, but you weren’t giving in, not tonight. “Oh come onnnn, pretty girl. You know how busy I can be.” His voice was barely above a purr, and you scurried away, his breath on your nape making you almost drop the glass. “Gojo, back the fuck up!” You snapped, shoving him back by his chest, turning away to hide your warming cheeks. “Back up huh? That’s new.. You must really be pissed” he snickered. You scowled at him. He turned away from you, nonchalantly shoving his hands in his pockets, waltzing out of the kitchen and down the hall to where your room was. He knew your house inside out by now, the many nights he had visited had made it easy for him to memorize every turn.

He smiled at you when you followed in. Not even bothering to look at him, you turned on a lamp, the dim light illuminating the look of irritation on your face. “Gojo, it’s late. I don’t know why you’re here, but I think you should go.” You wanted to punch him, the cocky bastard had already begun to take off his outer layers, getting comfortable in his designated spot on your bed. He didn’t say anything, instead opting to watch you walk around the room. You stopped in front of him, your arms still crossed over your chest stubbornly.

“Hello! don't you hear me talking to you? I said leave” you tried to conceal the waiver in your voice. It was hard to pretend that you had such resolve, especially when he looked so tempting. He was stretched out on your bed, a plain black t-shirt hanging off his lean body. His eyes were partially covered by his hair, brilliant blue standing out against the white. He smiled when he caught your stare, slowly standing up. Your breath caught in your throat as he walked over to you, his tall frame taking up your line of sight. He backed you up into the full body mirror you had in your room, leaned idly against the wall. You felt it shift backwards. Gojo’s body caging yours, blocking any means of escape. He stared right into your eyes, searching your face. “Is that what you really want?” His voice was warm, almost a hushed whisper. “Tell me you really want me to go, and I'll leave right now.”

Your breath hitched, the proximity making you nervous; warmth starting to swarm in your core. You loathed the way your heart picked up speed. Your words died in your throat, mouth drying when his hand came to caress your face, teasingly leaning forward to brush his lips against yours. “What’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?” you shuddered when he pulled away, running his fingers down the fabric of your robe, nudging it aside and dipping his fingertips underneath to caress the warm skin of your breast. “Hmm, I guess you don’t want me to leave after all, huh?” he whispered, pushing the top of your robe open, exposing your skin to the cold air in the room. “Toru..” your voice was a soft murmur, but you knew he could hear the pleading in your voice, that same resolve you tried to keep up crumbling under his very fingertips. “Yeah?” he leaned down, pressing wet kisses down your neck, covering the span of your chest with his lips. You sighed, feeling his warm lips wrap around your nipple, his tongue swirling around the bud, slightly flickering and turning the other with the tips of his fingers. He hummed in satisfaction when your hands found him, grabbing at his hair by the root, pushing his head harder against your chest.

He knew he had you.

“We can’t keep doing this.” you muttered, staring up past his head, urging yourself to say what you need to say. “You? Me? We’re not going anywhere. You know this and I know this.” Gojo grunted, leaning up to suck on the skin of your neck. “You don’t talk to me, you act like I don’t exist… then you just show up like nothing happened and we do this. What’s the point?” Gojo pulled you against his body, bringing you away from the mirror. You stared up at him, and he smiled at you, squeezing your sides.

“Why’s there gotta be a point? Can’t you just have a little fun?” his voice was taunting, making anger course through you. Yet again, he disregarded everything else you said, and it was infuriating. “You’re such an asshole, you know that?” you shoved him away from you, making him stumble for a second, that stupid smirk still on his face. “You just use me, you don’t give a fuck about me- “oh spare me the bullshit y/n” You gaped at him when he cut you off, fists clenching at your sides. “You know as well as I do what this was from the beginning. Stop trying to make it more complicated than it needs to be.” You glared at him, your heart turning to steel at his blatant disregard for your feelings.

He sat down on your bed, leaning his head on his hand and studying you, drinking in your reactions with an amused look on his face. “I’m the strongest sorcerer in Jujutsu society, did you honestly think I have time to worry about feelings ? don’t be stupid.” His voice was so condescending, it was making you angry. But you didn’t say anything, staring down at the floor. “And who said I didn’t care?” he was standing in front of you again, grabbing your chin and forcing you to meet his gaze. “I care for you just like I care for everyone else. I keep the world safe. Isn’t that enough?” you glared at him with resentment and pain flickering in your eyes. It wasn’t enough. You didn’t want him to care about you the same way he cared about everyone else. You wanted to be special. His words stung your heart in a different way than anything else had. It solidified who you were to him, just another person he needed to protect. Just another weakling he felt somewhat responsible for. It was then you decided to indulge him for the last time, only for tonight you would be weak for him.

Smashing your lips against his you pushed him backwards, taking him aback with the haste in your movements. But it didn't take him long to recover, grabbing a handful of your ass, kneading the flesh in his hands, pressing you up against his body, deepening the kiss when he shoved his tongue in your mouth, meeting yours. You felt his other hand shift to tangle itself in your hair, grabbing at your scalp, pushing you harder against his lips. Your bodies pressed against each other, the temperature in the room increasing. Panting you pulled away, face flushed and heart beating miles per hour. By now the robe you adorned had basically slid all the way off; your hair a mess and still in Gojo’s grip. He tugged the belt holding your robe together, leaving you completely bare. His eyes drank you in like he’d never seen you before, holding you close to his chest as his hands wandered, gripping your soft skin. Grabbing him by his shoulders you pushed him in the direction of the bed, climbing over his lap, and pressing your bottom to his crotch. His hands settled on your hips while you fumbled with his pants, unbuttoning them and snapping them open, his bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers.

He shifted his hands to his sides as you went for his shirt next, pulling it off, taking a moment to study his build. Lean and muscular, his milky skin inviting you to mark it up with blooming red. You pressed your lips to his neck, ignoring the deep rumble of amusement in his chest as you sucked marks into his flesh, nipping him less than gently. His hand came up to squeeze your hips, grinding you down lightly against his clothed bulge, grunting at a particularly rough bite you landed just under his adam’s apple. “So needy, aren’t you?” you pulled away, glaring at him. “Shut up for once, Saturo. All you do is talk. Aren’t you tired?” He laughed, pushing you off his lap and onto the bed. Gojo leaned over you, pressing a heated kiss to your lips, his hands coming down to hook under your knees, pulling them apart and upwards, folding you in half against his body; Your dripping pussy open and on display for him. He pressed his crotch against it, your wetness warm and inviting. It left a stain right over the fabric covering his bulge, making him groan, grinding into you. “Stop teasing.” you grunted, bucking your hips up towards his, searching for friction.

“Oh come on, pretty girl..” he purred, reaching down to run his fingers up your slit, catching a few drops of your arousal and spreading them over your clit, rubbing small, lazy circles over it. “Let me take my time with you..” you watched him, eyes half lidded, your legs aching from the uncomfortable position he had you in. “All wet..just for me.” he muttered, his tone conveyed that he was distracted, watching how your folds glistened with your arousal.

He slipped two of his fingers into you, curling them inside; stroking your walls. Moaning quietly you reached down to your chest, rolling your nipples between your fingers, basking in the gentle pleasure he brought you. He pumped his fingers inside of you at a steady pace, the push and pull of his movements making your stomach twist. His finger tips curled up inside of you once more, rapidly stroking at the spongy surface of your g-spot. Your hips arched into his hand, chasing the sensation.

Your legs were numbing, slowly starting to drop in his hold. “Toru, please.” you whined, rolling your hips against his hand again, trying to urge him to go faster. “I know baby… let me just-” he seemed entranced by your body. The sounds of your pussy sucking in his fingers were obscene. He leaned down and swiped a line up your slit with his tongue, moaning at the taste of you. You gasped, clenching your teeth and shutting your eyes tight when he placed his lips right on your clit.

The sensations coursing through your body had you trembling, legs dropping from his hold and onto his shoulders. He continued to eat you messily, pulling back to spit a fat glob of saliva on your pussy before diving back in, feasting on you. His tongue twisted inside of you, lapping up all your arousal, moaning against your pussy. He sucked on your clit, bringing his fingers back into you, rubbing at your spongy walls once again. You gripped his hair as you came, shoving him deep in between your thighs, grinding your hips against his face, savoring the pleasure shooting up your veins. Your chest heaved, Gojo continuing to suck on your clit, overstimulating you. It got to the point where you felt another orgasm building up in your abdomen, the familiar warm pressure washing over you as you came a second time, squealing his name and weakly pulling him away from your pussy.

He was panting, lips glistening from your juices, his pupils were shot, a wild look in his eyes you were well acquainted with. Your hand still buried in his hair, you pulled him up towards you, smashing your lips against his, tasting yourself. You moaned into his mouth, sucking his tongue into yours. Flipping you both over you sat on his navel, pulling down his boxers just enough to free his pulsating length. It stood proud, pretty pink tip flushing, glistening of precum. You grabbed it, scooting back to slide it into you. You stared into his eyes as you slid down, taking him in his entirety. The look on his face almost made you laugh, his eyes were blank and unfocused, mouth hanging slightly open as your warmth surrounded him. Tight, wet walls massaging his dick as you rode him, your ass meeting his thighs as you bounced. You threw your head back, hands coming up to tweak your nipples, his dick filling you to the brim.

You looked down at the man beneath you. His jaw was clenched as he watched you, white hair starting to stick to his forehead with the sheen of sweat above his brow. “Ride it..ride it baby, fuck!” he whined, words a jumbled mess. His hands came up to your sides, rubbing up and down your hips, trying to ground himself. You glared down at him, slapping his hands away, increasing your pace. You saw his stomach constrict with every deep breath he took, staring up at you in awe when you rolled your hips into his once more, grinding down on him roughly.

He gasped when you clenched against him, your pace not letting up for a second. “Oh fuck…oh fuuck!” his moan was low and drawn out as he came, body tensing under you, his hands gripping at your hips. You rolled your hips a few more times, grinding him against you g-spot, the feeling of him spilling inside of you making your clit pulse with anticipation. He panted your name, his head thrown back, exposing his neck, pretty red marks adorning his skin. When you had enough you pulled off of him, his cum dribbling out from your pussy and down your thighs. He looked at you, panting, watching you collect some of it and bring your fingers up to your lips, sucking them clean.

He sat up in a heartbeat, grabbing your wrists and pulling you onto him, shoving his tongue desperately into your mouth.

Obviously, you had set something off in him, making him feral.

He flipped you on your stomach, grabbing your hips to lift your lower half up to reach his, hard dick poking at your thighs. Your upper half teetering on the edge of the bed. You looked up at the mirror in front of you, getting lost in the sight of Gojo behind you, your ass propped up against his pelvis and his hands securely holding on to your waist. “You look so pretty like this..” you heard him breath, one of his hands sliding down the span of your back, coming down to wrap around your hair and forcing your head up, meeting his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “Such a pretty slut. You gonna watch me fuck you, baby?” he whispered, taking his dick in his other hand, teasingly rubbing the tip up and down your sopping wet folds, not giving you so much as an inch.

“Y-yes Toru.” you whined, pushing yourself back on him eagerly. “Hm.. if you look away from the mirror, i’ll stop, kay?” you nodded, rolling your hips back against him in need. “Just fuck me already.”

Gojo pushed into you, his hand letting go of your hair and coming back to knead your ass, his pace unrelenting as he beat into you, hips meeting your backside with every thrust. You gasped, hands gripping the sheets under you to hold yourself still, trying not to fall off the edge of the bed with the force of his movements inside of you.

“Oh my god Saturo- yess” you keened. Your pussy felt so full of him, his dick stretching out your walls, pumping you full of his length. He watched you through the mirror, piercing gaze not wavering from your body for a second, enjoying the way your ass bounced against him, taking all he had to give.

“Look at you, taking my dick like a slut” he growled, spreading your ass cheeks with his hands, staring down at your tight ring of muscles, twitching with every thrust of his hips. He ghosted his fingers over it, making you shudder. “I think I'll play with this one next. What do you think, love?” his voice was sickeningly sweet, a hard contrast to the rough pace he had set inside of you, beating your walls loose without a care.

When you didn’t answer he delivered a stinging smack to your ass, making you yelp. “I’m talking to you, baby..” you nodded your head, your mind fuzzy from the white hot pleasure coursing through your body. “Use your words, pretty girl.” he grunted, shoving his whole length into you, hips pressed flush against your ass. “O-oh fuck! Yes Toru..yes!” you cried, back arching into him, feeling the tip of his dick kiss right against your cervix. He hummed in satisfaction, his thumb coming to his lips, wetting it with his saliva before bringing it back to your ass, easing in the tip of his thumb past the resisting muscles of your sphincter.

The pain only enhanced the pleasure in your abdomen, letting out a wanton moan as he slowly pushed past, thumb now fully breaching into your ass. “That's it baby.. Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He moaned, engrossed in the way you wrapped around his thumb, squeezing his dick with your pussy at the new sensation. He swore he could see stars, a white ring of cream accumulating around his base, getting thicker every time he pushed back into you.

You were struggling to hold your composure under him, glassy eyes trying to stay focused on the mirror in front of you, knuckles turning almost white at the tight grip you had on the sheets. He was fucking you dumb, your words coming out in babbles of his name amongst other words he couldn’t understand. Above you, he was losing his mind, the vice grip your creaming pussy had on him paired with the erotic sight of your asshole hugged around his finger driving him crazy.

He almost felt dizzy, reaching down to messily toy with your clit. Pinching, rubbing and flicking the bud, groaning when he felt you flutter and clench around him. You threw your head back when you felt warm pressure build up in your stomach, it was different this time though, it was more intense than the others and you couldn’t help the cry of his name from deep within your throat when he hit a particular spot inside of you.

“Just like that baby, moan. My. fucking. Name” his thrusts accented every word, hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over again. Your body shook as your vision blurred, your core trembling with the force of your orgasm racking through your body. You squirted all over him, coating his lower stomach with your essence. A mix between a moan and a scream of his name being ripped from your chest. “Ohh fuck. Oh shit, baby.” He gasped, hurriedly pushing against the pressure of your orgasm, forcing himself back inside of you, dragging out every last drop from your pussy before he came undone, emptying himself deep inside of you, moans falling from his lips as he rode your orgasms out inside of you, weak whimpers escaping you from the overstimulation.

He pulled out slowly. Earning a hiss from you, your body trembled, weakly dropping onto your stomach, your arms and legs aching with exhaustion. “C’mon pretty girl, don’t lay down just yet.” you felt him tug the bedsheet from under you, making you lazily roll onto the bare mattress, too tired to care anymore. You watched from the corner of your eye as he picked up his boxers, dragging them up his legs and back on, disappearing out of the room and what you assumed to be the bathroom.

He came back with a pack of wet wipes and a warm rag. “At least he has the decency to clean up..” you thought bitterly, letting him spread your legs open, gently wiping the mess down from between your legs. When he was done he laid next to you, his chest open and waiting for you to curl up into his arms, but you turned your back to him instead. Grabbing the duvet and pulling it over you.

Gojo snorted behind you, just crawling over to you and bringing you into his arms. “Still mad at me, pretty girl?” he murmured into your hair, cuddling up to you. You didn’t respond, staring into the darkness of your room, the lamp barely illuminating. “I’m sorry, okay?” you still didn’t respond, opting to ignore him and just go to sleep. You felt the bed shift and groaned when he flipped you on your back, staring down at you with an intensity in his eyes you’ve never seen before. “Y/n. I’m serious. I know what I said came off as harsh but I have no other choice, okay? You know the kind of work we do. Feelings can’t get in the way for people like us.” He was right, but the sting of his words still ached in your heart, and you avoided his gaze. “I know Toru..” you mumbled, glaring at the ceiling above you. “For what it's worth… I do care about you, y/n. In another life, You could’ve been mine.” he whispered, coming up to curl his fingers in your hair affectionately. You closed your eyes tight, trying to stop the warmth of your feelings for him from creeping into your heart. No, he always said stuff like this. He always gave you little promises, just to treat you like you didn’t matter, just to treat you like you were weak. You rolled onto your side, refusing to give him any more of your attention, you felt Gojo flop onto the bed again, this time leaving you be.

When you woke up the next morning you were surprised to see him still laying there, blissfully asleep and snoring like a hog. You glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand, “10:00 A.M” you were late, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The ache in every nook of your body convinces you that Yaga will just have to make due with other teachers to show the new first years around. You glanced behind you to Gojo’s sleeping form, He looked so peaceful, his beautiful white hair framing his face perfectly. You got so lost in thought that you almost missed the twitch of his eyelids, brilliant blue irises peeking out from underneath. You averted your gaze, looking down at your hands before he could notice.

But of course, he already did. “Staring is rude, you know.” he rasped, sitting up and turning his body towards you, his neck littered with blooming red and purple marks from your handy work. You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Hey.” you turned to face him again, blankly looking into his eyes. “I meant what I said last night… I just need you to be patient, okay?” he looked at you with as much sincerity he could muster, making your heart twist. “Gojo…” “I know, my words don’t hold a lot of weight to you.” you almost wanted to snort, “that's an understatement.” “I know, and that’s my fault. But I promise, I mean it when I say that I care.” you stared at him for a moment, finding it hard to believe anything that came from his mouth, all the painful emotions swirling around in your mind. You nodded your head, not fully believing him. “Okay.” He smiled at you, and you couldn’t muster the energy to smile back.

You would be patient, but until then you wouldn’t wait on him hand and foot anymore, it was an even playing field from now on. If Gojo didn’t prove himself, you would move on to better things. Life didn’t stop at Saturo Gojo, and that proved true when you didn’t look to see if he read your message; when you didn’t waste your time calling him.

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But daddy I love him - Satoru Gojo [ch.01]

Short series

Summary: If there was a phrase that could describe you, it was; good girl. You had been a good girl all your life, following your father's orders and being as modest as possible. You had focused your entire life on being a perfect lady, one who could be a good wife in the future. This is how you had been raised and how you had been instructed. But your whole world was shaken when one warm summer morning, your eyes met the bold, defiant and sharp gaze of a young man with white hair.

Tags of the series: +18, female!reader, set in 1700s-1800s, loss of virginity, misogyny language and thinking, oral sex, fingering, innocent oc, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, manipulative, eating disorders, abusive parents, no use of y/n.

ch.01 | ch.02 |

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

Note: this is going to be a short series, of around two or three chapters, it’s a way to say thank you for the 300 followers. The tags are in general for the series, in this chapter there are only suggestive language and some misogyny comments and actions, according to the time that is set. Oc and Satoru are +20

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You were on the beach, near the house, you had gone for a walk and read a book by the seashore. The morning was warm and your blue dress moved due to the sea breeze that hit you. Placing a lock of your hair behind your ear, you looked at the immense sea before you.

You had rarely left your place of residence and even less had you crossed the sea. But this was a fervent dream that you had longed for since you had started reading stories from different places in the world.

But your parents were strict and you had a weak body to be able to make that journey. So the only thing left was to long for something that would not happen and immerse yourself in your beloved books.

You turned the page of the book you had brought with you and continued reading. It was a romantic book, one of those that made butterflies flutter in your stomach with just words written on a piece of paper. You had always wondered if it really happened, if when you were in love with someone those butterflies appeared and fluttered.

You had never fallen in love, but you had always longed for it. You knew that when the time came, you would be married to someone, but the mere idea of marrying someone, with whom you could never feel those butterflies or any kind of affection, terrified you.

You were terrified of the idea of ending up like your parents and raising your children in a loveless home, like you had.

“It’s the book good, angel?” A deep voice spoke in front of you.

Resting the book against your chest, you looked up, meeting a face you didn't know. His gaze was sharp and even a little arrogant. You stayed watching him, while her gaze continued to rest on you and you felt like she was somehow undressing you with her. You held the book tighter to your chest and drew your legs up a little.

“Oh don’t be afraid princess. I don’t bite, unless you want me to.” You felt your face heat up at his words.

“Who are you?” You murmured.

“Satoru.” He said, giving a bite to the apple on his hand. “What are you reading angel?” He pointed to the book.

You hesitated, unsure if you should keep talking with that unkown man. “I think I should leave.” You said getting up carefully.

The man whose name was Sukuna cleared his throat. "Come on angel, don't tell me that my presence scared you."

“I would rather be alone sir.” You whispered. “Now I will take my leave.” You said turning around and moving fast across the beach.

You could still feel his gaze on you, never leaving you, not until you disappeared from his sight. Walking across the dirt road that connected your house to the beach, you looked back to make sure the man wasn't following you. Your breathing was labored and your heart was beating rapidly when you reached the door. Taking another breath through your nostrils, you straightened your back and put on the best of your smiles as you entered the house.

"Miss." One of the household maids approached you. “Her mother wants to see her.”

"Something happened?" You bowed your head.

“No, miss, I just want to talk to you about the dinner that will be held tonight.”

“Oh, yeah okay.” You nodded.

Still clutching the book to your chest, you walked through the house. You were not the wealthiest in the county, but your father had a good fortune and from time to time he held parties, in a desperate attempt to get one of the rich men to notice his daughter and thus marry her.

That night she would once again have to endure the lustful gazes of men three times her age, while she made excuses not to commit to them. But time was fleeting and his excuses were slowly running out.

You knocked on the door and heard your mother telling you to enter.

“Mother.” You bowed your head. “I heard you called me.”

“Yes.” She said. “Tonight as you know there will be a party in our house.” You nodded. “I want you to stay away from one of our guests.”

“Stay away? Wouldn't that be rude?”

“No. That man is no good news.” She stood up and walked to the window. “It doesn’t matter how wealthy he is, he is no good for our family.” Then she turned around and walked towards you. “So please my beautiful daughter, don’t you dare approach that man.” A shiver ran through your body when you saw your mother's threatening gaze and you nodded with fear.

“May I ask, what’s his name mother?” You said, still frightened.

“It's Duke Satoru Gojo. I heard he is good looking but besides that, there is nothing good about him.”

Satoru

That was the name of that man, wasn’t it?

“Is something wrong?” Your mother asked.

“No, nothing is wrong mother.” You responded feeling the nervousness in your words. “I retire to my room to start getting ready for the party.” Your mother nodded and you left the room.

You walked back to your room, thinking about the man once again. Just thinking about him sent a shiver down your spine. Mother had asked you not to approach him, but you had the feeling that he would be the one to approach you. Remembering your meeting on the beach, you wouldn't have thought he was a lord or anything like that. To tell the truth, you thought that he was one of the villagers in town who wanted to bother you, for the way he was dressed up.

He was wearing a white shirt, with the top buttons unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. With just one glance you could see that he was well toned. A subtle blush appeared on your face as you realized what you were thinking about. You shook your head to get rid of those improper thoughts.

“My lady?” A knock on your door brought you back.

“Rose!” You smiled at your maid.

“I’m here to start your preparations for tonight’s party.” She smiled with a small nod.

“That’s perfect. Let’s begin.”

And before you realized it, you were already putting on the final touches of your makeup and the sun had already set on the horizon of the sea. Rose said goodbye to you when you headed towards the door and with a firm step you headed to the entrance where the guests were waiting and where that man would surely also be.

Going down the stairs, you stood next to your parents, to welcome the guests arriving at the party. The faces of people already familiar and new, passed by one by one. Feeling a relief in your chest when you saw that that man did not appear, you entered the party. There were hardly any people your age or people with whom you could start a conversation that you liked.

“My lady?” You turned to see the face of the man who had called you.

He was a marquis from near the capital, he was approximately 40 years old, you heard that his wife died and now he was looking for a young girl to remarry and thus give him a male heir.

Taking a step back you greeted him. "Sir." You put on the best of your smiles.

“You look absolutely beautiful, my lady.” He flattered you, bringing the glass of wine to his mouth, his face was dyed a soft red so, it was more than evident, that this was not his first glass of wine. “It's a shame no one has courted you yet.” He said taking a step forward, you took one step back.

“The right man hasn’t appeared yet, sir.” You wanted to escape that conversation as soon as possible.

“My lady, how about I invite you to my country side house and let me court you properly?” He raised his hand so you could place yours on top of it.

Your mouth went dry and your hands started to shake. “I…” You wanted to say no, but that would be nonsense and disrespectful.

“I think the lady is not very interested in an insect like you.” A deep voice spoke behind you.

A chill ran down your spine when you heard that voice. It was him.

You raised your face to see him standing behind you, with a frivolous smile looking at the marquis you were conversing with.

”Duke Satoru Gojo, excuse me. How are you? I didn’t expect to see him at this party.” The marquis who seconds ago possessed tremendous confidence was now shaking like a wet puppy.

“Pretty annoyed, because I have to see insects like you believing themselves to be something they're not.” He scratched his head and took a step forward, standing at your height. “Now disappear from my sight.” You trembled as you heard his tone and saw his murderous look.

Who was that man? Your gaze was fixed on him and you did not see the marquis flee the place in terror. When you realized you were both alone and he looked at you with those same hungry eyes with which he had looked at you that morning on the beach.

“Angel, we met each other once again.” He bowed a little. “You look even more beautiful than this morning.” He tangled one of your locks in his finger.

“Duke.” Taking a step back from him, you bowed to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said without looking at his eyes.

Mother told you to stay away from him, so you needed to escape from there as soon as possible.

“Oh I’m a bit disappointed that you won’t look at me.” You heard him chuckling. “You are scared of me little one?”

“Sorry duke, but I must take my leave.” Trying to move away from him, he held your wrist pressing you against his torso.

“Careful angel.” He whispered into your ear, causing your legs to tremble at his warm breath. “You almost dumped into the waiter.”

And then you noticed, the waiter that was there holding the tray with more drinks. "I’m so sorry." You told the waiter.

The waiter shook his head and smiled at you, leaving your sight. "You have to be more careful angel, you could have hurt yourself." He whispered again against your ear.

“Thank you…” You whispered, releasing you from his grip and separating you from his muscular body.

Being close to him, his warmth and touch had caused a strange feeling in you.

“Angel, are you avoiding me?” His face came dangerously close to yours and your cheeks turned a subtle crimson red.

“No duke, that would be rude.” You looked down to your feet.

“So angel, how about you join me for a walk on this warm summer night.” He extended his hand towards you.

Your heart was beating strongly in your chest, doubting what you should do. Your mind wandered to the conversation with your mother, where she implored you to stay away from that man. But your heart wanted to grab that hand of his and take you for a walk that night. With your hand trembling you grabbed the duke's hand and together you left the house.

The cold of the night hit your body, causing you to shrink subtly, trying not to let your body heat escape. Instinctively you squeezed your hand, causing you to squeeze the duke's hand subtly. Realizing this, you moved your hand away and placed it against your chest, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

The duke looked you up and down and took off his jacket, slinging it over your shoulders. You don't know if it was because of the jacket or because of the gesture, but you felt an intense heat settle on your face.

“Thank you duke.” You murmured holding into his jacket.

The duke just nodded and continued walking. Your gaze focused on his back and your mother's words echoed in your head again. You still had time to return to the party and ignore that you had been with that man there, but as before your heart decided for you and you walked following his step.

“So angel.” He spoke, taking what it looked like a cigarette out of his pocket. “Was the book you were reading good?”

“Yeah… it was.” His voice was making you feel things.

“What was it about?” He put the cigarette on his mouth and smiled at you while lighting up.

“About…” Your words didn’t want to come out of your mouth. “About a girl and boy that fell in love and escaped.”

“Oh… interesting.” He smiled. “You still don’t seem to trust me very much angel. Did someone talk bad about me?”

“No duke, not at all.” You hated to lie but you couldn’t expose your mother or else things could get complicated for your family.

“I don’t like when beautiful girls lie.” You felt his hand under your chin. “Tell me angel. What did they say about me?”

You trembled under his touch. “That… that you are no good news.”

With a crooked smile he spat the cigarette smoke away from you. “And that’s what you think, princess?” He asked you, narrowing his gaze.

“I haven’t had the opportunity to meet the duke, so I can not give an opinion.”

With a smile and with the cigarette between his teeth, he removed his hand from under your chin and walked to a stone seat overlooking the sea and sat there. You looked at his figure, muscular and large, feeling that heat in you again.

“Angel, don’t be shy and sit here with me.” He extended his hand and gestured for you to come closer. “I would like to know more about the beautiful lady of this house.”

You sat down next to him, placing your hands thighly on your knees, still nervous due to his presence.

“Ask me whatever you want, angel. I already told you.” He got near you. “I won’t bite you, unless you ask me to.”

Taking a deep breath, you spoke. “Why do you have a bad reputation?”

“Well…” He chuckled. “People think I killed my brother, to take the title and the power.”

“But those surely are just rumors right?” Your heart was beating faster and faster with each passing second.

“Maybe I did kill him, angel.” You began to feel dizzy, was he for real? “Don’t look at me like that angel, I didn’t kill him. My brother was clumsy and an idiot, he died due to his clumsiness but I loved him, at the end of the day he was my brother.” He threw the cigarette away. “But everyone started to believe that lie and to say I manipulated him because the title, instead of going to his son, it was leave it to me.” He shrugged. “Do you still think I’m bad angel?”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry you have to face those rumors.”

“How sweet of you angel.” He smiled. “That man… he wanted to marry you, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah…”

“Someone your age would be expected to be already married.” He pointed out.

“Yeah but I have a weak body, so my parents are trying to push it away.” You explained.

“Are they?” You looked at him confused. “Or are you?”

“What do you mean? I would never…”

“Princess it seems to me that you don’t want to marry any of those old insects and that you use the bland excuse of having a poor body to get away with it.” He cockily smiled. “I’m wrong?”

“That’s a gross lie, I would never lie about my body being weak.” You blurted out, embarrassed by his words.

He chuckled softly. “Okay angel, I will try to believe in your words.” He turned to face you. “But honestly, you would need a better match than those suitors your parents want to assign you. A princess like you doesn't deserve to be with those insects.”

You looked down. “I don’t have a say on what my father chooses for me. Once the moment comes, I will marry the person he chooses for me.”

“And that’s what you want, angel?” You felt his breath on your ear. “Or you want one of those love stories?”

You took a deep breath. “Those stories never come true, I’m destined to marry someone I won’t love, but you know.” You smiled looking at him. “Maybe with time love can happen.”

“Or maybe it never happens and you are unhappy for the rest of your life.” He said with those eyes all over you.

“Why are you telling me these things duke? Isn't it a bit rude to be talking like that to a lady?” You said.

“Is it?” He tilted. “I don’t know angel.” He stood up and you followed him with your gaze. “So you say you will marry anyone your father chooses. Interesting.” He smirked and watching that smirk, it made your body tremble.

You watched as he took a pocket watch out of his pocket and how he looked at it. “Duke…” You called him. “Why did you come to the party?” It was a question you have been wanting to ask since your mother informed you he was coming. “I don’t want to sound rude or anything, but the travel from your residence to here is quite long.”

He put the watch back in his pocket and smiled at you. “Just wanted to see with my own eyes how beautiful the lady of the house was or if the rumors were all fake.” He held your hand and brought it to his lips. “And the rumors were not wrong.” He said planting a kiss on your knuckles.

Your legs shook as the duke sank his teeth into the fabric of your gloves and gently began to remove it. But the real weakness came when he ran his tongue between your fingers while his piercing eyes were fixed on you.

An immense heat was established in the lower area of your abdomen and as much as you wanted to remove your hand from its touch, the pleasant sensation it was causing in you, prevented it.

“I will keep this glove with me, angel.” He kissed the glove and put it in his pocket. “We will see each other again soon, angel.”

And you watched him walk away, disappearing in the darkness of the night. You stayed on the bench for a few minutes, thinking about what just happened and feeling a new sensation on your body that you could not quite understand.

Standing back up you walked back to the house, getting welcomed by the noise of the people speaking, singing and dancing.

“Where were you?” Your mother appeared. “And whose jacket is that?” She raised your voice.

“I was outside and a…”

“Outside on your own?” She held your arm.

“Mother, you’re hurting me…” You whispered.

“Don’t tell me you were being a slut in our garden?” She asked you.

“What? Mother no, I was just taking fresh air.” You felt how your eyes got wet. “Please mother.”

“Agh.” She let your arm go. “Come with me, your father is going to introduce you to someone.” She turned around and walked.

You followed her in silence and with your head low, still feeling scared for your mother’s tone and angry look on her face. When you looked back up, you saw your father talking with a man, an unknown man for you. He looked the same age as your parents and was laughing with your father while smoking and drinking.

“Oh!” Your father said. “Look Marquis Harrison, this is my one and only daughter.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.” You bowed your head.

“You have a really beautiful daughter.” The man spoke looking at your father.

“Yeah.” Your father laughed. “And you know Marquis Harrison, she is still unmarried and in the perfect age to to conceive.”

You felt your pulse accelerate and your breathing shorten, while you listened to your father speak. You knew where that conversation was going and you didn't want it to get to that point, you didn't want to marry that man.

You felt like the corset was tightening you more and more and how it was difficult for you to breathe with each passing moment.

Duke Satoru had been right, you had been lying about having a weak body and you had been paying gold coins to your personal doctor to corroborate it. But that excuse would soon be exhausted.

“Oh it’s that right my lady?” The man spoke to you.

You noticed the vein in your neck throbbing strongly, you felt like you would faint at any moment.

“Answer to Marquis Smith.” Your mother, angrily whispered to you.

“I…”

“Angel.” That deep voice again. “I totally forgot about my jacket.” He approached you causing all eyes to fall on him and then on you when he was in front of you.

Your cheeks turned red as you saw his face again, as if something about him had an instant effect on you.

"What does this mean?" Your mother raises her voice.

“Oh ma'am, I'm afraid I didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself to the hosts of the party.” He turned to face your parents. “I am Duke Satoru Gojo, thank you for inviting me to this party.” He smiled, bowing slightly and placing her hand on her chest.

“Are you the one who gave the jacket to my daughter?” Your mother asked.

“That's right ma'am, I found her daughter outside getting some air and I lent her my jacket.” He lied.

Your mother took two steps towards you and she grabbed you tightly by her arm, she didn't care that all eyes were on you. “Didn't I tell you to stay away from him, don’t tell me you are a slut who spreads her legs out there?”

“Mother please.” You felt your eyes sting.

Your father shook his head. “Our daughter is a bit poorly raised, Duke, we are sorry if something uncomfortable could have happened.” You felt like crying at that very moment, you wanted someone to get you out of there. You needed someone to do it.

The duke looked at you and then at your father. "I think the only rude people here are the hosts of this party, who dedicate themselves to humiliating their only daughter in front of all the guests, while trying to marry her to the highest bidder." The Duke's words came out like darts from his mouth and his gaze was so extremely sharp, you would swear he could cut the air.

“How dare you…” your father blurted out with his face slightly red.

“I want to marry your daughter.” The duke cut your father.

A loud gasp was heard in the room and you looked at him stunned.

“Stay away from her.” Your mother blurted, still holding your arm thighly.

He completely ignored your mother. “I will be staying in the house, so your daughter and I can meet better.” He sharply looked at your dad. “I hope this is not an impediment or I will have to contact his majesty the King.” He threatened.

"Alright." Your father stammered, looking at the ground. The duke turned and removed your mother's grip on your arm.

He lifted your chin with his hand and smiled. “Now we can see each other more, angel.”

You swallowed dryly, looking into his eyes and feeling that flame light up inside you once again.

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‘ CANDY BOY ! ’

ᡴꪫ sum. who would have thought that the #1 camboy in your city was no one other than your virgin roommate gojo, who’s totally putting on a show for his fangirls. he talks too much, but maybe you can shut his mouth and put his sweetened little fantasies to reality.

wc. 5.8k

warnings. fem! reader, camboy!gojo, college au, gojo's a virgin, switch! gojo, unprotected, dirty talk, he gets pússy drunk quick, overstim, "good boy" usage, cunnilıngus, premature ejaculating, nipple play, lots of spıt, handjōbs.

if someone would have told you that your loser of of a roommate who stuffs his mouth with a bit too many sweets, cries at romcoms, and is just an overall dork was a camboy, you’d call them crazy. batshit crazy even, yet that’s exactly what happened—

gojo was rightfully one of the top camboys in the city, probably in the world too. he was sort of a household name, it was more of a side hustle for him. he did it only for the money—sure, he adored his fans, even the ones that went a little too extreme with the provocative thirsting. but that’s all part of the job, he’s about seven months strong in his little gig. every saturday and sunday, he logs on under the user of: @/GOJOSLUTORU.

the moment that same notification pops up that he’s live, a plethora of his fans join immensely, wondering just what their favorite camboy satoru was up to today. his streams would last for a good two hours—longer sometimes if it was some kind of special event where he’d reach a massive amount of donations, a special treat for his fans. gojo was beloved for his flirty personality, he’d make his fangirls swoon with his words, despite knowing full well he doesn’t know the first thing on how to please a lady.

that’s until you came along—more like catching him right in the act. it couldn’t have been any more embarrassing though. eleven thousand eyes were cheering him on, showering him with lewd "good boy" praises until you drop your bag.

“satoru?” you utter, curling your brow into a surprised furrow once you take in the scene in front of you. tossing the spare set of keys into the bin, you glance at your roommate—he freezes mid stroke with the most flustered expression. his hands were a bit … occupied, and a glimpse of a familiar cloth you once wore catches your eye. “are those my panties?”

“no….?”

with a deadpan, your shoulders drop before you drag your feet towards him to take a quicker look. oh, those were definitely your panties. so that’s where they ran off too. gojo tries to shield his nude exposed lower half with a nearby towel but it’s no use—you saw everything you needed to see.

“anywhooo,” he swallows, taking a brief peer at his chat that was flooding with all types of questions. they wanted to see you, they wanted to see gojo’s pretty roommate who he’s always rambling about on stream. clearing his throat, he runs a hand through his hair before pitching his tone. he tries to sound more attractive but ends up butchering right away, stuttering at his first pathetic sentence. “ i- i didn’t think you’d get here so early. how was the exam?”

“it was … fine,” you mumble, barely acknowledging his words. your mind was racing vigorously, trying to process how you’d just seen your roommate half naked. going up behind him, you lean in towards his neat set up—you grew a bit curious, immediately, your eyes meet the other eyes that stare back at you. near the top right displayed his large following of eight hundred thousand, the top left displays his current view count, a whopping amount of almost twelve thousand. peeking at the chat, you’re met with dozens of freshly new comments saying how pretty you are, asking if you’re his girlfriend he always talks about, and so on. “you’re a camboy?”

“heh, camboy’s kind of an exaggeration but,” and he’s nervous, you can hear the slight tremor in his voice. it’s cute, gojo was prepared for you to judge him for his side hustle but instead you don’t. he relaxes a bit, shifting his attention away from his crude chat and towards you. “i like to label myself as a um, streamer..”

you have a growing simper. “i don’t think streamers usually get naked for their audience,” and you take a quick stare at his attire—he was practically shirtless, his boxers were covered although he was wearing some kind of tank that had ‘submissive and breedable’ printed on the very front. you furrow your eyebrow, though you choose not to question it. his nervously sly smile only grows once he catches your eyes quite literally checking him out. glancing at the comments again, you hum. “why do they keep asking if i’m your girlfriend? you don’t have a girlfr-”

“woah, s-shut up!” he whines, cupping a hand over your mouth. you giggle, feeling the warmth of his palm rub against your lips. gojo lowers his voice, speaking in a faint whisper. “they think you’re my girlfriend,” and he peels his hand away before running a finger down his nape. “i told them that because-”

“satoru,” you roll your eyes, noticing how he was quite stiff with his body language. being this close to you, your mere elegant fragerence was so exhilarating for him. you made him this nervous, truth be told ; you were far too caught up in your academics to even realize your roommate had a little crush on you. however, you do wish you found out in a more … non less of a lewd way, a way where he wasn’t caught red-handed fondling with a pair of your pretty sage-colored panties. with a sigh, you mumble to him. “you wanna fuck, don’t you?”

that’s definitely not what he thought you was gonna say,

with pouty shimmery lips, gojo’s eyes widen before a sheepish grin marinates against his features. “pft. do i wanna fuck, whaaat?” and he doesn’t even last a second before sighing, dropping his head down in defeat. “y-yes..”

the ringing from his monitor — dozens of women sending him gifts, tickets, donations, begging for their favorite camboy to notice him only gets more disruptive.

the ringing grows louder, the repetitive chiming sound of bells, the blaring notification it makes whenever someone sends him a sweet contribution. pretty soon, he was on the verge of meeting yet another goal. ever since you got spotted on the stream, his viewer count doubled.

“well, why didn’t you just ask? besides, there’s other ways than using my panties to get off.” and a wave of embarrassment washes over his face. the towel’s still covering his torso before he shoots you a shy smile. any closer you could’ve got to him and he thought he was gonna explode. the heat radiating from you had his head going in a crazed ditz. stroking his cheek, you speak softly.

“i’m sorry,” he whines, bottom lip poking out. you end up sitting flat on his lap, and instinctively, the curvature of your waist was met with two big hands snaking around it. you’re so pretty like this, he wanted you so so bad. swallowing, he peeks towards his chat before you cup both of his temples to stare right back into your eyes. “i was gonna ask you but- but i’ve never done this, you know,” and the way you slide a finger behind his neck, skimming the texture of your middle finger down his undercut snatches a purr from him. “i- i want you, but i just don’t know what to do with like .. i wanna make sure that i don’t embarrass myself.”

oh, he couldn’t have been any more cuter,

you heard the slight crack in gojo’s voice at the end of his candied sentences before you sling your arms over him. “don’t be embarrassed,” you softly reply, still straddling his lap. “i can always show you how.” and he gulps, your voice was smooth as silk. sweet as honey, the more you strum your thumb down his undercut, the more he can hear the rapid pulse of his heart beat throb through his ears. the simplicity of your touch was enough to have him weak.

“please..” he murmurs in a hushed tone, loving the way how gentle, how tender you were with your touch. gojo mewls out a needy whimper, feeling a sudden tent rise near between his legs. he was hard, you’d giften him a pretty solid boner and whilst you were propped up on his lap, you felt it rub against you all too well.

gojo awaits for you to make the first move, but you’re teasing . . seeing if he was going to initiate, and he does, inching his sheeny lips into yours.

your roommate pulls you into a deep kiss, he tastes like candy, candied. with your arms still occupied, wrapping around him, you glide your tongue against his, parting lips, teeth clashing amongst each other in sync. you could hear the faint sounds of whimpers run from his lips, he doesn’t exactly know what to do with his hands though—so gingerly, a hand of his strums down your back, giving the fabric that stuck against your skin a soft yank. he wanted you, the strain beneath his half on boxers only grows the more he starts to suck on your tongue.

heavy, wheezing breaths collide against each other, hitting each moving muscle like a wave,

he’s so eager,

gojo’s mind clears everything out of his head and he’s just focused on you. the saccharine tang of your signature lip gloss, he tastes it and it’s so delicious.

through cerulean-pristine hazed peripherals, gojo looks towards his chat to read some of the comments . .

chososdoublehomicide: i miss choso

zorosthroatwarmer293: i wanna be gojo >:( she’s so pretty

secksybabeamy: Hey hot stuff ;) Subscribe to my only fans!

throatgoatemily: His whines omg

as the kiss deepens, gojo whines once your hand slithers its way down between his legs. slowly removing the towel that sheaths his exposed body, you feel against his dick. at first touch, he whimpers, then whines, then whimpers again.

he was so pent up—you could feel it, you were gentle with your fingers, brushing it against the length of his dick before gently wrapping a hand around its girth. gojo moans in your mouth, feeling hitched breaths arise from his lungs. he could never get enough of how fucking sweet you were,

and he didn’t even want to.

pulling away for a long gasp of fresh air, he bites his lip as he looks down to feel your hands stroke his cock. gojo had quite the staggering inches on him, he shivers at how precise your hand movements were—

up and down,

with a hand of yours gripping over his fat length, a thumb of yours runs down the vein that coats his shaft. its pulsing, he’s needy for more of your touch so bad that it sends shockwaving static to rigorously coarse through his bouquet of neurons.

“y-your hand feels so much better than mine, heh,” he breathes, swallowing the imaginary balled up lump that resides near the back of his throat. blue irises, dilated and all stares at you—a hand reaches towards your back before his thigh starts to bounce. “not to be weird but i kinda had a dream about this, angel.”

“a dream about me stroking you?” you hum, amused before sneaking a wet kiss near the crook of his twitching lips.

gojo nods wearily, forever deeply captured by your beauty. your hands swiftly resumes to stroke him, feeling the tender skin that lives near his frenulum peel back every few seconds. gojo moans, burying his face into the very depths of your neck. so desperate, he wanted more and more. “aw, is this too much? should i slow down?”

“no.. don’t stop,” and his desperate plea was so sweet, though he wanted to go further. you giggle once he suddenly lifts you up, dragging you towards the bed. “f-fuck, ‘m sorry. can’t wait anymore,” and he hovers over you with that crazed look of total desire. “can i … eat you out?”

with a coy smile, you’re laid on your back as he just stands over you — eyes gawking at your entire physique, the way your thighs were all out with the short hem of your shorts reaching against your ass. you could tell gojo was impatient, that hungry stare in his eye never once faded.

“yeah,” you coo, parting your legs slowly. oh, you were a fucking tease.

not only were you a tease for him, you were a simple force to be reckoned with. no panties on either, gojo felt himself get hard yet again before he kneels down. with your roommate positioning himself between your legs, he lets off a soft sigh.

combing your fingers through his soft tangles, he looks up at you with a craving yet impish expression. you giggle, making him look right into your eyes. peering at his chat that was going ballistic over his girlfriend, you speak in a soft tone. “do you know how to even eat pussy, ‘toru? i can h-”

“girl i know how to eat pussy,” he grumbles, and he sounds almost offended at you asking if he needed any sorts of help.

sure—gojo literally didn’t know the first thing of eating a woman out, maybe visually.

but now that he’s up close, he has to stop himself from folding right then and there. so soaked, he gets a full view of your slick entrance, your pussy was the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes upon so far.

as he’s a few inches a apart, with sprawled open thighs—the last thing you’d expect was for to gojo to start drooling all on your cunt. a stringy, syrupy concoction of his own saliva pours out of his mouth and onto your folds. just a quick glimpse and he’s pussy drunk. fuck, he’s more embarrassed than he’s ever been but he can’t help it. gojo didn’t even get a taste and he’s already salivating at the sight of your sopping wet arousal. a thumb of yours wipes the spit that dribbles near the corner of his mouth and he whines at your touch again before he finally digs in.

lolling out his tongue, the very tip licks near the inner moistened entrance of your pulled out labia. gojo for probably the umpteenth time lays his tongue flat before he goes all in. a broad left hand of his attach towards the fat of your thigh as he remakes a long striping lick. “s-shiiit, ‘toru.” you gasp, the coldness on his tongue taking you by sheer surprise.

the texture of it .. you’re weak, gnawing on metaphoric bars of your enclose as well as the skin on your lip, you whine.

for someone who’s never had much experience, let alone no experience, you’d easily second guess. your back arches forward while gojo’s tongue rummages through every part of your clit. he sucks on your nub, closing his eyes and fully sinks into bliss. gojo’s pristine white brows cock into a furrow before he slides a thumb down your wet entrance. he just can’t get over how wet you were for him. sopping wet, inept lips of his constantly quivers before he gives your cunt a sweet kiss.

wet for him, he breaks his lips away for a few seconds just to smear his face against your pussy.

“m-mhm,” he whimpers, wanting your scent to linger on his face for as long as it could, your scent .. it was hard to not get obsessed, a few minutes in and he already felt his mouth watering.

as bundles of minuscule taste buds of his tingle with excitement — his tongue swiftly swirls through every orifice, not missing any spot. he searched through the gooey crevices of your walls, lips moving in complete tandem. his dick strains between his thighs that it’s almost painful.

if eating you out tasted this good, he only imagined what it’d feel like to be inside,

shoved deep into your pussy, stuffing you full with his luscious thickset inches . .

that same repeated whine that always sounds raw dies straight out of your esophagus, you yank on the strands of your roommate’s messy hair as his pace quickens by a mile. in the midst of devouring your heat, a broad hand of his caresses near the juncture of your thighs—he kisses the long slope inside of your entrance, lips all glossy and glittering with gloss thanks to you. that same panging throb starts to grow within you again. your toes curl up tightly before your eyes meet the drywall splattered on the ceiling. his tongue, the way it continues to scrabble all through every part of your cunt, he grows addicted almost immediately. gojo can’t help but lather a few sloppy kisses on your folds, sliding his tongue through your slit.

he even starts to tongue fuck you, softly thrusting the swollen tip of his tongue in and out until you’re about to whine out again for him.

that was his favorite part by far, pushing his tongue in and out of your puffy folds — relishing the way your pretty pussy coats the underside of his chin with a lustrous amount of sweet, burnished slick.

“ngh, ‘toru,” you’d wail, and your hips start to jitter against his face. he doesn’t mind . . in fact, gojo brings two hands to grip against the curves of your hips.

once he maintains a secure grasp, he lets you rub your wetness all over him. with his tongue thoroughly exploring in every part, he starts to whine too .. so eager to touch himself but he wants to keep his hands on you. a whiny whimper wrenches from the back of your throat before you start to babble. “satoru, ‘m gonna cum, fuuuck. jus’ like that, keep l-lickin’ there, baby.”

he was such a quick learner, part of you thinks he maybe had more experience than you oughta thought. gojo can’t help but attack your sweet syrupy folds with a multitude of kisses, drooling lips of his making you more sticky than you already were. your legs could barely hold themselves open.

he had to pry them open with clammy hands, slurping in every drop as if he was dehydrated with thirst. a thirst you happily quenched with him being propped between your legs. after a while, he runs a thumb down your slit once more, pretty eyes glancing up at you, wanting to see your sweet face. “a-am i doin’ a good job?” and his voice was a bit hoarse, the way he speaks, drooping eyes and a sheepish grin—visibly pussy drunk, you grab onto his strands before rocking your hips into his mouth. he giggles, muffled noises eliciting from his mouth, taking your eager jittery movements as a yes.

he just couldn’t get enough of his roommate’s taste.

occasionally, he likes to depart his lips to gather a nice concoction of saliva—only to then spit right onto your sopping folds, whining at how it was so shiny. so pretty, he’s mesmerized again at how it looks, and you end up cumming with the cutest shrieking orgasm. it snatches out of you roughly, your speech is slurred for a moment as your legs quaver in utmost pleasure.

you’re shaking, feeling him clean you up with the flatness of his tongue—gojo moans, white lashes fluttering as he takes your beauty in. this was so much better than one of his risqué wet dreams. so much better,

without even a single word leaving from his lips, he gets up to pull you into a kiss. almost immediately, you taste yourself that lingers on his tounge. it tastes sweet, gojo props himself between your thighs as you sit up, a free hand of his sliding between your stretched out legs. the constant rings of his donations continue to scream out that same annoying chime before he leans in to shut his computer. he’d probably have left so many—thousands of his fan girls devastated, but there was only a new fan girl he was fixated on.

you.

gojo was addicted, with tongues colliding against each other, hot breaths wafting against each own, he feel his breath hitch at your touch. a hand of yours snakes down to feel on his erect dick. he whines, gnawing at the bottom of your lip before his tongue gets more curious. he licks the bottom of your chin, the side of your mouth, only to then pull you into another deep kiss. “f-fuck, ‘m so hard,” he rasps between sultry kisses, heaving from each breath. you still couldn’t get over the taste of yourself that loiters all on the flat of his pink tongue. “i wanna feel you from the inside, angel.”

“but your stream,” you tease once he finally pulls away, taking a second to catch your breath yourself. you felt the heat roam across the room before stroking his cheek — flushed lips of his burn with such intensity, you had him feral. “your fans, i wouldn’t wanna interrupt them, ‘toru.”

“fuck them,” he pouts, the cute frown on his face tugging against his lips. “okay that’s mean, they help me pay rent but just- i want you right now,” and he’s so needy. he paws at your t-shirt, glossy eyes widening, god. his bottom lip pokes out, squinting for two seconds before seeing how your nipples invitingly poke out. so perky, he could feel his mouth watering sporadically. he lays you back before swallowing, a loud gulp before he hovers over you. “you knew this was gonna happen, didn’t y-you? such a tease.”

you simper, opening your legs for him and he gets a good glimpse. gojo sucks his teeth, still so soaked. he only dreamt of what you’d feel like inside.

probably so tight and warm,

the more he thinks about it, the more he could feel himself starting to drool. gojo’s panting as if he’d just finished a marathon. a hand of his wraps around his length—giving it a few solid pumps. “i thought you’d wanna do doggy for your first position,” you sweetly say, and oh, he pouts for you again. you sit up, awaiting for him to take the lead first before smiling. “missionary though? you’re not so good with eye contact, baby.”

“i know how to do missonry.” he grumbles.

“missionary,” you correct him with a titter.

he pouts again, preparing to align himself. so wet, your pussy was sopping wet, swollen from just being eaten out so good. a warm breath fans out through his lips before he rubs it against your slippery slit. “and don’t call me baby,” he moans, although the simple pet name for him a lot harder than he thought it would. slowly, gojo’s fat leaky tip continues to ghost against your folds. you hold back a sweet moan, laid all out on display for him on the mattress. he’s waited for this moment, had dreams about it, even fantasized about it. “fuck,” he’d huff out, and his voice cracks. you’d laugh but he’s staring at you the entire time with that cute pouty expression. “can- can we hold hands? for you know, leverage?”

“leverage, sure,” you play along, your fingers locking against his. damp, perspiring palms squeeze against yours before his rounded tip starts to slowly make its way inside. immensely, a breath gets caught in his throat and he whines. the warmth he’s rudely greeted with makes him gnaw his pearly whites together. “you’re kinda b-big, so go a little slow, ‘toru.”

“i’m big?” he repeats—cutely enough, it boosts his ego that you think so, yet his confidence fades the further he dumps a few hefty inches into your entrance. as you expected, you were a bit tight and stiff for a few seconds—unyielding against him for a moment, you moan. saying gojo was big was a mere understatement, he couldn’t help but lean in to lay against your chest. “how’s it feel? s-slower?”

“it’s good. that’s good,” you start to heave, gasping once he inches his head closer to latch his lips against your neglected cold nipples. he doesn’t even lift up your t-shirt, he runs his tongue through the fabric and sucks on your perked tits. “t-toru, fuckk.”

it was a soft twinge sensation at first before he’s close to bottoming out . . so close,

it’s at the moistened tip of his tongue. gojo’s shaft resumes to go in further, you feel him pulse inside before once he’s all the way in, he’s already out of breath. with his mouth occupied—he’s still sucking on your nipples through the shirt, whiney. a free hand of his runs gives your left thigh a nice firm grasp before he starts up a single few thrusts.

you whine, tossing your arms over him and he glances down at you—beads of sweat race down the sides of his brow before he sits up in a proper position. gojo can’t get over how pretty you look for him like this, he’s fully in and he sneaks a kiss onto your lips. “can i m-move?” and the falter in his voice was adorable, gojo’s breath continues to get more heavy before you give him a nod. he peppers various kisses near your mouth, neck, and of course, your precious chest. his personal favorite,

with frail arms wrapped around him, pulling him close—you run your ankle down his back and he moans. “oh, ‘s even better than i imagined,” he whispers against your ear, hot breath sending you antsy judders. the more his breath goes against your skin, the more you smell how minty it was. fresh, you desperately yearned for more so you pull him into another kiss for the nth time. “ugh. the way you clamp down, ‘s gonna kill me,” he babbles in a low puff. he’s speaking between staring up at decent pace for you to get accustomed to. you whimper, trying to get adjusted to his barreling length but he was just so fucking big. it was an ongoing rumor that between gojo—and his best friend suguru geto had the top biggest dicks. of course, you always wondered exactly how whoever started that rumor would even know, but gojo was definitely a packer. he stretched you out in ways you’ve never felt before. with strained breaths, he coats your mouth with many wet kisses. time and time again, the feeling of himself going into you raw has him drooling again. “pussy’s so wet, ‘m gonna die, oh my god.”

“don’t be dramatic, you’re not gonna die.” you try to reassure him. the grip on your hand only grows tighter, crimson lips of his suck against the underside of your chin.

so damn needy,

mussed strands of white tickle against your forehead the closer he presses his body into you. gojo was shivering, just a few minutes in pussy and as if it was a game—he’d be on the last level, game over. albeit, you feel it too. the warmth, it turns into a sweltering hot. as his hips rock, his whines start to become more vocal. he sneaks a hand down to feel the area that’s being stuffed, a thumb skims against your tummy before he moans,

“feel me t-there, yeah?” he whispers, a cute attempt at dirty talk but alas, it’s subtle. gojo easily folds once your eyes meet his gaze.

you moan, intertwining your fingers with his, moaning out a soft, “yeah,” and you sound out of breath yourself.

he’s jerking back and forth — his pace, his tempo . . wasn’t too slow or two fast, perfect.

with a quivering bottom lip, he leans in to lick against the outer shell of your ear. your cunt’s singing in harmony, sloshes of wet that leaves its metaphoric vocal cords and you start to get a bit louder. “f-fuck, ‘toru right there—fuuuck.”

“s-shit, you’re so pretty,” he pants, repeating his ways at coating your entire face with his wet kisses. you had him weak, entirely. you found it a bit silly considering how this could have happened anytime—anytime at all, all he had to do was ask. but gojo being gojo, he was not only a man with barely any experience, but he was nervous. he’s always had a bit of a crush on you but confessing sounded way scary. it was as if this entire thing was mere coincidence though, you happen to find out he’s not only a sloppy eater but,

he’s a camboy.

part of you wonders what he does on his streams. if you saw him rubbing one off while thinking about you—you could only imagine what other lewd antics he participated in.

gojo’s rutting into you at a much more quicker pace, he’s whining into your neck;

forgetting to praise you, and it’s more of the other way around. you’re cupping his face, stroking his cheek before repeating in that same melodic voice, “good boy, ‘s so good, makin’ me feel good, ‘toru baby.”

your voice, oh your voice, he could listen to it all day. you feel the constant twitch of his cock inside you and he whines every time your ankle rubs down his back. with the way your pussy holds him hostage— it’s so provocative, his reaction time was as slow as a sloth, droopy eyes stare at you before he grunts out a pleading, “f-fuck, ‘s gonna come,” and his voice sounds like a soft purr, gojo was like a kitten to you— so cute, his pout always make things more true too. he’s groaning in your ear, fat balls thwacking against you before his ears starts to ring. you’re moaning with him, bodies thrusting in sync that it’s almost like a pornographic choreography. “ugh, i- i feel it, ‘m gonna cum so much. so hot, gonna die.”

“breathe, baby,” you whisper, pulling his face closer to you. his chubby cheeks squish together once he’s within your grasp, the sharp piston of his hips makes you moan. his thrusts gets a bit sloppy and you press a kiss onto his mouth. “mwah,” you hum, watching how flustered he gets at a lick of your affection. “you wanna finish inside, don’t you?”

gojo whimpers. “yeah, yeah. really bad,” and the moment you suggest that, his ears perk cutely. he’s gotta be careful though—with a cunt as addicting as yours, he just might end up falling in love.

speaking of love, it’s as if heart eyes pour into his irises as he glances at you—again, metaphorically of course. gojo gulps at the tender touch of your fingers, leaning in to nip a kiss near your neck. through muffled words, he mewls. “i wanna fill you up. ‘s only fair since you’re milking me s-so much, ‘m so thirsty,” and he’s just babbling, pulling him close—he whines once he feels your finger glide through his sensitive undercut again. “hngh, gonna break me. let me make a mess in you please? i’ll even eat it out of you once ‘m done.”

you’re tempted at his pleads, giggling before dragging him into a deep kiss. “such a blabbermouth,” you tease between kisses, staring to feel the tears of sweat race down the sides of your forehead also— with a sly smile, you lick the drool that was about to run down the side of his lip. “finish in me, ‘toru. it’s okay. be my messy boy.”

his eyes dilated once he hears that,

your messy boy.

he even repeats it, “y-your messy boy, yeah, ‘m so messy for you, roomie,” and as he’s preparing for his inevitable release, he sinks into your warm embrace. “one more kiss, h-hold me.” and as if on command, you yoke his head in close, giving him a deep, passionate kiss. his pulsing heart beats through his ears. gojo—by this point, he was already whipped. the way his hips pick up, growing more sloppy and deranged—he’s feral.

the feverish under parts of his thighs burn, longing for its incoming conclusion climax—yet, as your smoldering heat gnashes against his, it finally comes.

with a primal gasp, it’s here.

the nirvana—euphoria, whatever it could have been called to describe this feeling, it was here.

gojo whimpers, going into a complete spazzing fit once he feels the slow orgasmic waves of himself starting to shoot literal humid blanks inside you.

it’s hot, parching hot— your heat against smelts his, it scratches a fervor itch in your brain. his tongue rummages the inside of your mouth again as he’s painting the insides of your gummy walls with his snowy white color.

satiny ropes of your roommate’s seed trickle into you, it’s so gooey and hot that it starts to stick against the inner parts of your thighs. each rough kiss reflects the same desire the both of you share before he shudders.

slow thrusts, he’s barely moving as fast as he was before but he’s still active. he wants to make sure you feel every inch he’s saved for you,

for weeks, months, maybe even years—

“god,” he whimpers out, pulling away from your glossed lips—a pretty cobweb of spit departs from each and he happily laps it up with his tongue. who knew your roommate was nothing more than a mere freak.

not you, not by a long shot.

it takes a moment for him to catch his breath, with a flustered look— gojo’s now clingy.

he doesn’t wanna move away from you, nor does he wanna exactly pull out. not just yet, he’s plugged you full of sticky cum that was threatening to ooze of your hole before he kisses the bridge of your nose. “that was so awesome.”

and just like that, the mood’s ruined—you pant, he’s hovering over you, his weight barely on you before you sigh.

“you know,” you change the subject, brushing a thumb against his cheek. “your moans, you sound more like a girl than me, ‘s kinda hot.”

“whaaat?” he grumbles, his sweetened pout forever returning. “that’s not nice, ‘n besides if it’s anyone who moans louder it’s you, angel.”

you kiss near the twitching corner of his lip, watching his sudden attitude shift like a light switch and he’s now a puddle. “you finished a bit early though,” and with your arms wrapping around him again, you speak in a soft voice. “wanna go again? you’re a natural, ‘toru.”

“please,” he whines with a nod, feeling how sweltering hot it felt to be still buried into the comforting tightness of your cunt. “this time, i wanna try doggy.”

“okay, pretty boy,” you tease, leaning in for another one of gojo’s sloppy, need kisses. just before he could pull out, the door springs open. the hinges scream once it pulls back and the two of you both look to see what the racket was.

as the door opens, it was geto—gojo’s best friend, and he had the most disgusted look on his face.

with a scrunched up face, he utters. “i’m never running errands for you two again, what the actual fuck.”

and as he turns his heel to leave, gojo snorts. “suguboooo! aw, don’t leave just yet. you can always joinnn.”

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pranking them by saying sex has been boring

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, fluff, crack

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Can you please make something like y/n losing her virginity to Gojo and when she wakes up she misunderstood that Gojo just wanted to have one night stand and as he never make contact with any of his one night stand, so y/n left writing some notes for him. But Gojo genuinely loved her and then he searched for her finding y/n passed out somewhere or finding her getting attacked by some cursed spirit.

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First Time

Summary: You lose your virginity to you friend and co-worker, the strongest sorcerer of the modern age; Gojo Satoru

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!R

Word Count: 5,848 (oops!)

Warning: loss of virginity, mentions of drinking, fingering, jerking off, oral sex, smut, fights, assault, choking (not the fun kind)

A/N: Well this, this was a lot of fun! 😂💚 I got super into it Nonnie!! Thank you! Enjoy!!

“No, absolutely not. That is a terrible idea.” your best friend and colleague looked you in the eyes, not once breaking contact.

“What do you mean it’s a bad idea? Do you think he has something?”

“Do you honestly think I would know if that man had any sexually transmitted diseases?”

“Well, you’re saying it’s a bad idea. So I was just curious as to why you think that is.”

Nanami let out an aggravated sigh, “I don't think I know it’s a bad idea. I went to high school with the man, for God's sake. He is a serial cherry popper.” your best friend took a sip of his beer, aching his head as he did.

“So he has some experience in doing so.”

You ran your finger over the rim of your margarita glass. You were ignoring the cold, judging eyes of your best friend. Nanami knew you had a crush on Gojo for the last few years. The two of you were constantly flirting with each other, and just recently, he had gotten a little more touchy-feely with you, rubbing your shoulders and brushing his hand against yours. He went as far as to kiss your cheek. Nanami knew what he was playing at. The blue-eyed menace was buttering you up; he saw you as his next target.

“It doesn’t matter if he has experience. If you’re looking for anyone with experience, you could always come to me,” he whispered. Thank God that you were a little too out of it to notice what he said. He was trying to make a point; you both were nothing more than friends. The point he was trying to make, though, was that if you were that desperate to lose your virginity, you could always rely on him. “Gojo is notorious for having one-night stands. He’ll get what he wants and be gone the next day.”

“Do you know that for a fact?” Frustration began to rise in your chest. “ or is that just part of the rumor train?”

Nanami wasn’t sure how to answer that. He hadn’t personally met any of Gojo’s past relationships. He did know that several women had claimed he had popped their cherries and left the next day. So, of course, he was nervous for you. Nanami could see the glittering glaze in your eyes whenever you looked at Gojo. You were so into him it was almost painful.

“Rumor train,” Nanami confessed, looking away and“Then it’s settled!” despite your best friend's warnings, you got up and headed straight to the bar where the Gojo Satoru stood.“Hey Gojo.”

Your colleague and massive crush turned to look down at you. His hair was a fluffy mess, his dark sunglasses shielded, his beautiful eyes from you., and he had a smile on his face that could give anyone cavities. You both had been flirting with each other nonstop for the last three months. You have been waiting to see if he would be the one to ask you to go home with him, but you were tired of waiting.

“Hey, sweetheart~ having fun?” He took a sip of his soda.

“I'd be having a lot more fun if you took me back to my place.”

Satoru choked, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he coughed into his fist. Regardless of his initial reaction, you could see the desire in his eyes. He wanted as bad as you. The constant flirting, lingering eye contact, and subtle touches had brought you both here. Were you, for the first time in your life, inviting a man to come back to your apartment to have sex?

Losing your virginity didn’t have to be special. You were fine as long as it was with somebody who knew what they were doing. From how Satoru acted, there was no doubt in your mind that he knew how to please a woman. It was your virginity, and you chose to give it to Gojo Satoru.

“Seriously? Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of something in my entire life. So what do you say? Wanna come to my place?”

There had been no questions asked. Satoru grabbed your hand and led you out of the bar and back to your apartment. That’s how you found yourself being slammed against the elevator door, Satoru’s mouth eagerly moving against yours in a fiery kiss. His hands reached up, massaging your breasts, causing mewls pleasure to leave your mouth.

“Fuuuck, oh fuck.” Satoru growled, his lips pressed against yours eagerly in between each word. “You have the most perfect tits.” His tongue gently flicked over your bottom lip, and the second you opened it for him, his tongue was in your mouth, gently moving against yours.

The raw carnal need behind his caresses of your skin and the way his lips moved against yours had you dizzy. Never once in your life had you ever felt so desired. Satoru wanted, but no, it was more like he needed you. Knowing that had your panties soaking wet.

“Oh fuck, Toru.” As Satoru’s fingers slid under your shirt, trailing over your heated skin, you arched your back off the cold middle of the elevator. “T-Toru~”

“Fuck you’re so goddamn hot.” Lips latched onto your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin there. “You taste like a fucking gourmet meal~, and that's just your skin.” he took your earlobe between his teeth, nipping on it. “Can't wait to taste that cunt. I bet she's already wet~.”

His long fingers slid under your bra, brushing over your hardened nipples, rubbing the sensitive buds. “I-I’m so wet, so fucking wet.” Satoru hummed in your ear, and one of his sinfully skilled hands trailed down, slipping into your pants. “Holy shit!” you cried out as his long fingers gently rubbed over your throbbing clit.

“Oh fuck, you weren't kidding.” His fingers rub and tease your sensitive clit. “You’re soaked.” soaked was an understatement. Fisting his jacket, you bury your head in his shoulder as he trails his fingers lower, teasing your tight virgin entrance through your panties.

“F-Fuck, oh fuck.” Satoru pulls back, glancing down at you as the elevator reaches your floor.

“Your pussy is throbbing.”

“I need you, Satoru. Need you so bad it hurts.”

His soft pink lips find yours again in a searing kiss as he pulls his hand out of your pants. “Then take me home so I can take care of you.” Not needing to be told twice, you grab his wrist, dragging him to your apartment.

The second you're inside, Satoru kicks the door shut with his foot, hands locking it before they grab you. He is slamming you back into the wall of your entryway. His fingers make quick work of your shirt, unbuttoning it, tossing it to the side, his lips never once leaving yours, leaving you a breathless mess. He pulls back, giving you a chance to gulp down ark, as he pulls his shirt off, allowing you to run your hands down his toned abs.

“Bedroom?” he asks, lips attacking your neck as he lofts you off the ground.

Your legs wrap around him as he starts blindly moving forward. “First door on the left,” Satoru growls against your skin, turning right. “T-Toru, that's the bathroom, left!” The extremely sexy man grunts in response, making a swift left, nearly sending you tumbling over.

“Sor-” kiss, “sorry, I just can't wait to get inside of you.” The man you’ve had the biggest crush on for years tosses you onto your bed. Satoru doesn't even give you a chance to react; his hands unbutton your pants, yanking them down. “Fuck you smell so fucking good.”

He’s trailing kisses up your inner thighs, his teeth gently nipping at your skin. Skin that had never been touched by another person other than yourself. The sensation of his fingers, his lips, his teeth on you doing things you had only dreamed of him doing. It had you breathless.

“Satoru.” The man between your legs let out a hungry groan.

“I love hearing you say my name like that. Say it fucking more; I want to hear you scream my name.” his fingers hook under your underwear, yanking them to the side., allowing his tongue full access to your dripping cunt. “Say my fucking name.”

His warm tongue is on you before you can even process what he’s saying. His tongue laps at your entrance before slowly sliding up and down your lips, teasing your clit but not touching it yet. Being eaten out for the first time is like seeing God. Satoru is so skilled with his mouth that it has you digging your heels into the bed, toes curling, and your eyes rolling back.

Satoru hums against you, eyes brows furrowing as he seals his mouth around your dripping sex, sucking on it, teasing it with his tongue. His eyebrows knit in concentration, his eyes never once leaving your face. He is entranced with you and with your reactions. Satoru wants to make you cum; the man is determined to do so.

You didn’t stand a chance against him or his skilled tongue. The second he started flicking your clit with the tip, you lost all control. Reality seemed like it shattered into one million pieces as Satoru drove over the edge of your first orgasm with someone other than yourself. You buck up against his face, your head thrashes against your pillows, and you cum harder than you have in your entire life.

“Mmmphm, fuck.” Satoru growls from between your legs. “That’s it, baby, give it to me, give it all to me.” His tongue continues to lick and lap at your folds, making sure to leave not an inch of your unexplored with his mouth.

“T-Toru, oh fuck.” He had left you a pile of useless limbs. “N-Need you, want you inside of me.” you sit up, hands reaching for his pants, undoing the button. He sucks in a breath as your hand gently rubs over his hard, throbbing cock. “S-So thick, and it-it’s hard.”

“Yeah?” The smugness in his voice has you pressing your thighs together. “Wanna touch it~?”

Giving him a nod, you pull back, allowing him to lie down against the headboard. His breathtaking eyes never leave you, following your hand that slips under his boxers and pulls them down. His cock sprung up, bouncing as it stood straight in the air. The tip was a throbbing dark rosey color, the tip dribbling out pre-cum as it twitched in the cool air of your apartment. His hair is trimmed short, a happy trail leading from the v-line down to the base of his cock.

It draws you in like a siren calling sailors to the sea; you’re drawn to his cock. Your fingers try to wrap around it, but you can’t; he’s too thick. Satoru moans out in pleasure, feeling your warm, soft hand wrap around him. It’s so velvety and warm that your curiosity gets the better of you, urging you to stroke him up and down. You give in to the desire, jerking him off slowly.

“Fuuck, ooh fuck.” Satoru calls from above you, his thighs twitching, body shaking as you continue your movements. “Fuck sweetheart, feels so fuckin’ good.”

“I-I don't know what to do.” At the sound of your confession, Satoru chuckles.

“Want me to help you?” He watched as you bit down on your lip with a soft little ‘mhmm.’ “Alright, just follow my hand.” he wraps his larger, rougher hand around yours. “Here we go.”

Satoru drags his hand up and down his shaft, Allowing more pre-cum to dribble out of the tip, coating his shaft in the slick, sticky substance as makeshift lube. You know you should be paying attention to how his hand is moving. That way, you would know how he liked to be touched. But you can’t help but look at his face. His pale ivory skin is flushed, his lips are slightly parted as he whines, and his eyes are narrowed, focusing on your hand that is jerking him off with his.

Eroticism is not the way you would describe this; this was pure filthy porn for you. His face, the way he took his bottom lip between his teeth, gnawing on it, would forever be in your spank bank memory—his ab’s clenched and moved, and time with his deep raspy groans of pleasure. Satoru was losing himself in the pleasure of just your hand. You couldn’t wait to see the expression he made when he was inside of you.

“Sweetheart, fuck.” He groans, jaw twitching as he clenched his teeth together. “Fuuuck, your hand is so soft. If you keep it up, I’m gonna cum all over you.”

Hearing him say that, knowing that you could make the Gojo Satoru cum, you jerked your hand as fast as you fucking could. You swatted his hand away, taking complete control. Satoru threw his head back with a roar as you licked your bottom lip, focusing all your attention on how you were moving your wrist. Up and down, twisting and pulling it as he had shown you. Your free hand reaches down and his heavy balls, massaging him gently, urging him to spill his seed all over your hands.

His cock throbbed twice in your hand, and you thought for just a moment that he was about to cum for you. But before he could, his free hand swooped down and squeezed himself at the base of his cock, preventing himself from cumming all over your hand like you had wanted. His chest was heaving, and the flush on his face had spread the base of his neck down to his pectoral muscles.

Satoru swallows hard, wincing as you run your index finger over his slit, spreading the precum over his throbbing tip. “Why did you stop? Weren't you about to cum?” Strong hands grab your upper arms, flipping you so you’re the one underneath him.

“I was, but I would much rather cum inside of you.” those filthy words have your cunt drooling, your slick dripping down to the bed underneath you. “Is that okay~?”

“Yes, god, yes, please, please fuck me, Satoru.”

“Oh, you beg so nicely; how could I deny your request like that?” He slots his body between your thighs, and he rubs the head of his cock up and down your lips, smearing his pre-come over your clit. “Want me to grab a condom? I have one in my wallet.”

“No, I have an IUD.”

“Such a dirty, needy girl.” He presses the tip against your tight entrance. “You sure about this?”

He knew you were a virgin; you had mentioned it to him in passing in between your flirting the last few months. For him to take the time to ask you if you were okay with this made your heart sing. Nanami was wrong about him. Gojo wasn’t just going to up and leave; he genuinely seemed to care about you and what you wanted.

He was the perfect man to lose your virginity to.

“I'm positive.”

Hearing your consent, Satoru sighed in relief. “Awesome, just let me know if you need to stop.”

His cock gently pushes into you. You awaited the dreaded sharp, stinging pain you have been told about your entire life. But the pain never came. It was just a sensation of being full and some slight pressure. The unfamiliar sensation had you gripping Satoru’s biceps, digging your nails into his delicate ivory skin as you tried to adjust to the new feeling.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yeah, I just needed a second. It’s just a weird sensation.”

Satoru gently peppers kisses over your neck before meeting your lips once again. “Relax, I got you; I got you, baby.” Everything Satoru was doing for you had your muscles less tense as he pushed further inside of you. “You're taking me so well, such a good girl.”

“Satoruu~” your hands finally managed to leave his arms before wrapping around his neck, pulling him tighter against you.

“That's it, you’re gonna be good for me, right? Gonna let me bottom out inside that sweet tight cunt?”

You didn't even need to give him permission; his hips meet yours as he’s balls deep inside of you. You are breathing heavily against each other’s mouths. Your soft whimpering mixes in with his deep guttural groans.

“Tight, you're so tight, almost had me blowing my load like I was the virgin.” he pressed his mouth against yours and gave a soft, gentle kiss. “Are you okay?”

You nod, a wanton moan leaving your mouth as he begins grinding his hips into you and not entirely pulling out to thrust back in. But the simple grinding of his cock inside of your pussy, hitting your g-spot, made you squirm underneath him. Satoru repeats the grinding for a few minutes before his lips leave yours.

“I'm gonna start moving, okay?” Your little moans and nods were the only signs Gojo needed to see and hear to know he was ready to move. His poor little sweetheart hadn’t even been fucked thoroughly yet, and she already couldn’t find her voice. “Hey, if you need me to stop, just let me know.”

His hips move, gently pulling back before snapping forward, burying himself deep into your tight heat. He groans breathlessly, eyes shut tight as your walls clamp down on him. “Oooh fuuuck, fuck, you're so tight, so tight, baby.” he pulls out again, leaving you gasping before he immerses himself back into your cunt. “Fuck you feel that~ feel my cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy? Does that feel good for you, baby? Huh?” Satoru growls as he sets a gentle pace, gently fucking you into the bed.

“S-So good T-Toru, haaa haaah fuck you're twitching.” At the sound of your voice, Satoru’s cock twitched again, this time even harder, making you shudder at the knowledge you were making him feel this good.

“Of course, I’m twitching; you're so fucking wet and warm; it honestly feels like my dick is melting inside. So yeah, fuck, fuck,” his pace speeds up, “my dick is twitching inside of you because you feel so fucking good.”

Having sex felt so good! Having sex with Satoru, well damn, it was like heaven on earth. Well, you didn’t have anyone else to compare it to, but you knew that your first time was monumentally better than anyone else. He was so gentle, kind, and patient with you. You couldn’t think of anybody else that would be that sweet. God, he made you feel so good.

Your back arched off the mattress as you dug your nails into his back, climbing up his muscles with your nails. The pain dialed him up, pushing him to fuck you faster and deeper while trying to be as gentle as he could, knowing the fact that you were a virgin. He could only maintain his composure for so long thought.

“F-Fuck, ooooh fuck, fuck.” His cock is dragging against the spots deep inside of you that felt like pure pleasure every time he brushed against them. With each touch of those sweet spots, your wall hugged his cock, letting him know you were closer to your orgasm as much as he was. “Yeah, you like that baby? Like it when I fuck you like this? I popped your cherry, and now I’m fucking you into the mattress.” You’re so loud that your moans reverberate off the walls. “Yeah, you love it. You love my cock inside that pussy.”

“Y-Yeah! I love it!” A coil deep in your abdomen begins tightening and tightening. “I-I’m gonna cum!” eyes locking on with Satoru’s “Oh fuck, fuck I’m close, Toru!”

“Cum for me, milk my cock, sweetheart~ that's it~ that's a good girl~ yeah~” his thrust no longer has any rhythm; all that’s going on in his head is making you cum and filling you up.

Your orgasm hits you hard in the gut like a punch to the stomach. It’s not painful in the slightest. It is a pure, unfiltered pleasure. The kind pleasure that has you seeing white spots. You scream into the void as you squirt all over Satoru’s cock and the bed. The image of you cumming so hard sends Satoru tumbling over the edge right after you. He curses and grits his teeth before he latches his mouth into the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin, leaving marks for only him to see.

You’re a shaking, sweat-soaked mess by the time Satoru pulls off of you, falling onto his side next to you. His lips gently press against your cheek before finding your lips. They move against yours in a symphony of pleasure and pure bliss. Satoru spoons you, his arms wrapping around your body, pulling you flush against his naked form.

“You did so good.” His voice is so soft, lulling you to sleep. “Such a good girl~ thank you for letting me be your first.”

You hum, happily turning to kiss him on the lips before resting your head against your pillow. Slowly losing yourself in the warmth of his body against yours. “Thank you for making my first time so special.” His fingers gently graze over your skin as he breathes heavily against the nape of your neck.

“Mhmm, you're welcome. Get some rest, okay?”

You don’t even answer because you’re already sleeping. You dream the most peaceful, beautiful dreams. Ones where you, Satoru, have sex, go out on dates and enjoy each other’s company. God, you couldn’t wait to see you the next day took you. What did the future have in store for the two of you? More happy-go-lucky memories like this? If you could live through days like this, you would be the happiest woman in the entire world.

Dopamine and serotonin spread through your veins throughout the night while you sleep and find you in the early morning sunlight. You’re under the crisp, cool sheets that cradle your body. It’s when you move to turn to look at Satoru that you realize just how sore your body is. You hurt in places that you didn’t know were even possible to hurt.

All you needed was a nice hot shower with your extremely hot partner, and you should be all set to go. Rolling onto your side to look at him, your smile fades. Satoru isn't there.

You reach for the side of the bed he had fallen asleep in, trying to see if his lingering warmth was there. Hoping that if it did, maybe he was in the bathroom or the kitchen making you breakfast in the movies. But the crisp sheets under your hands are cold. He must have left hours ago.

Sitting up in bed, you reach for your cell phone on the nightstand next to you. Unlocking it, you search for a message Satoru may have sent you about why he would leave after such a perfect night. There is no message. No missed calls, no text messages. Nothing. He had slept with you, taking your virginity, and he left you with nothing.

Everything from the night before was perfect. You both had a great time, so why would he get up and leave without telling you? Even if he went to get breakfast for the two of you, he could have at least texted you to let you know that. Even when you pulled yourself out of bed with wobbly legs, you discovered he wasn’t even in your living room, let alone your apartment.

The truth hit you like a wrecking ball. Nanami had been right. He warned you. Your best friend warned you that Gojo was a serial cherry popper. You didn’t listen to him. You thought you knew him better, but the months of flirting back and forth, the late-night conversations on the phone, and the missions meant more than just one nightstand.

The hopes of there being any connection between the two of you left your apartment just like he did. You would never not listen to Nanami again; he was always looking out for you. Since you hadn't heeded his warning, you had to suffer with the heartache you had brought upon yourself. That Sunday, you cried yourself back to sleep curled into a ball and mourned your stupidity and the loss of a relationship that never even existed

The next day, you texted Yaga, letting him know you wouldn’t be coming to work for the next couple of days. You needed time to think about what you needed to do next. Gojo was your colleague and a man with whom you were forced to go on missions and teach the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers. Being around him would be challenging. If things had played out differently, and he didn’t just up and leave you alone in the apartment, maybe you wouldn’t have to be weighing your options.

The way you looked at it, you had two different choices. You could completely ignore Gojo when you return to work—keeping things strictly professional between you. Or you could ask to be transferred to Kyoto, where you would never have to see his face again.

You return to work on Wednesday, and the second you step through the school gates, Gojo stands there waiting for you. His hair was fluffed up as his blindfold was pulled over his eyes, but you could tell his gaze was locked on you.

“Hey, we need to talk.” He tried speaking to you, but you ignored him. “Sweetheart, please just listen to me.”

“I have work to do, excuse me.”

The entire day, Gojo kept bugging you and begging for you to stop to listen to what he had to say. Whatever excuses he had come up with, he could shove them up his ass. He had left you without any explanation at all. So he didn’t deserve your time of day.

You finally found some peace when he was forced to teach the first years for his class. As he left, he pleaded for you to set some time aside so that you could talk things out later. There was no way in hell you were going to sit there and listen to whatever bullshit excuse he came up with. You couldn’t, not when you had been told what kind of person he was, and against your better judgment, you went through with sleeping with him.

Before you could find yourself in another stupor, the door to your classroom opened, and Yaga stepped inside. The higher-ups had requested your assistance with a curse downtown. Specifically, they asked for both you and Gojo to assist. He was preoccupied with his students, so you decided this was easy to handle.

Instead of waiting to talk to him personally about taking on this mission on your own, you did exactly what he had done to you days prior: left without saying a word. You grabbed your shit and walked out the door; being courteous enough, you left a note behind on your desk. It also colorfully told him you had nothing to say about sleeping together.

Your words described how you thought he was different, how you had assumed there was more than just a one-night stand between you, but he had other ideas. At the end of your note, you wished him a long and happy life; there was nothing more to say after that. Writing that note allowed you to get all of your frustration, everything, off your chest without actually saying it to his face.

With the note behind you, you had one of the assistant supervisors drive you to the location of an abandoned building. Luckily, with the curse inside, you didn't have to lower a veil. This was, hopefully, going to be a simple in-and-out mission. At Least, you thought it would be.

Stepping inside the building, you automatically sensed the presence of the curse. One that was a grade four curse, making it super easy to take out. You honestly did it in record-breaking time, but it wasn’t the curse you had to worry about.

The curse user watching you the entire time you fought against his little monster charged you the instant his curse spirit dissipated. He pinned you to the ground, his hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing down on it. You choked, kicking your feet underneath him; your talisman paper was just out of reach; your fingers grazed over it, but you couldn’t grasp it. The man above you looked at you with dark black eyes, determined to kill you.

“I worked so hard to train that curse!” the man shouted as you gurgled on your saliva. “Then you come in here and just destroy it?! How are you any better than they are?!”

Your nails dug into the flesh of his hands, yanking and pulling at his fingers, trying to free yourself as your shoes slid against the dirty floor. Black spots began to appear in your vision; you were so close to passing out. Maybe you should have waited for Satoru. He may have been an asshole but at least he would’ve had your back.

“You sorcerers all deserve to die!”

Help me.

“Die and rot in hell when you belong!”

Please, someone, anyone!

“You deser—”

A flash of red floods the room as the man is sent flying through a wall, well, several walls, finally freeing you from his grip. You curl in on yourself, coughing and gulping down air. You don’t even have a chance to fully recover before you’re scooped up into arms, arms that had held you several nights before. Gojo says nothing as he carries you out of the room you had almost lost your life in.

Silence remains thick until he takes you outside and sits you on the concrete stairs leading to the alleyway. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” The urge to run away is as strong as your need to take deep breaths. There was no point in running now, especially after Gojo had saved your life.

He returned several minutes later, waving at the assistant supervisor's black car. His hands are shoved into his pockets as he watches the car turn the corner before he turns in your direction. His blindfold is still entirely on hiding his eyes from you. But just like this morning, you can feel his gaze locked solely on you.

“We got ten minutes before the cops show up.” You give him a thumbs up, winning a frustrated sigh back. “I got your note.”

“Good.” Your voice cracks as you try to clear your throat.

“No, it’s not good.” He snaps, stomping towards you, crouching down in front of you. “You honestly think I didn’t feel anything that night? That was just a one-night stand?”

“You left!” You cough roughly. “You left without a word, Gojo! What else am I supposed to think? To me, you leaving without a word is pretty plain and clear.”

A large hand cups your face, holding it gently. “Yaga called me in for an emergency. I was needed at the Kyoto school that morning.” You blinked back tears. “And I was going to call you, but I left my phone at the bar because I was so excited to be with you finally.” His head dropped forward with a heavy sigh. “But the more that I think about it, the more that’s like a shitty excuse. I should’ve woken you up before I left, but you looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to. I should’ve known and done better. I’m so sorry for hurting you.”

“Yeah, you should have asshole,” you sigh, “ at least you have another cherry under your belt.”

“I don’t just want you to be another girl in the notch of my belt!” His hand tightens around your face. “ I know I fucked up. I didn’t get to truly talk to you and tell you how I feel about you.” Your eyes met his. “This isn’t an ideal situation either, having just saved your life, and I almost killed that man.” He yanks his blindfold down, revealing his blue eyes to you. Eyes that are solely focused on you. “This is a terrible time to tell you that I love you; I love you so damn much.”

For the second time today, you find it hard to breathe. Your eyes widen in shock as Satoru stares at you, waiting for you to respond to his confession. If he had told you this several days ago before he had left without a word, you would’ve been over the moon. Now, you weren’t sure how to react. Part of you was still happy that he felt that way, but he left without a word; he should have handled things differently. That was in the past, though there was no point in crying over something that had already happened.

Deep inside your heart, you knew how you felt regardless of what had happened days before.

“I love you too, you idiot.” The white-haired man before you perks up, grinning wide. “But I’m still pissed off. You owe me big time for leaving me after popping my cherry dick.”

“Baby, I’ll do anything you ask, anything.” His hands are gripping yours, planting kisses against the back of them.

“I want you to take me on a date. A real date with food and dessert.”

He smiled softly, his dimple visible as he planted another kiss on your hand. “Dinner and dessert, I can handle that.” He helps you stand, ushering you forward, his hand in yours. “I could sweeten the deal. Maybe I could make you cum on my tongue all night? You don’t even have to worry about me. Just let me worship you if you want.” While his offer is tempting, you lean against him.

“Honestly, I’d rather go on a date and have mind-blowing sex like the other night, just without you leaving me.”

“I can do that too.”

Satoru is true to his word; he takes you to the nicest restaurant he knows. Buys you a bottle of champagne, orders a five-course meal, and every dessert on the menu. After your wonderful first date, he takes you back to his apartment and makes sweet love to you all night. He had you arching, gasping, and clawing at his back for the second time in your life.

The following day, you wake up finding him missing again. The bedroom door opens before you can grab your phone to see where he is. Satoru comes in with a massive tray of food. Mixed berries, coffee, pancakes, and eggs and bacon. He sits on the bed beside you, setting the tray between you.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?” He offers you a steaming cup of coffee that you gladly take,

“I slept great.” You lean over kissing his lips softly.

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NEW JOB

pairing: gojo satoru/reader

wc: 7.1k

summary: starting a new job is always hard, especially when you're tasked with a glorified babysitting role for the most powerful sorcerer and his antics, but what happens when you somehow find yourself growing oddly attached to his weird behaviours and teasing nature

a/n; i am obsessing over this 2d man and i cannot be stopped, come near me and i'm infecting you with thoughts of him. anyways! new blog so i can write for jjk hehehhohoh (i wrote this in a single sitting because i'm mentally unwell)

warnings: 18+ only, smut, making out, dry humping, hickeys, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, big dick gojo (duh), creampie, afab!reader, she/her pronouns used, no use of y/n, nicknames

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

Why you were here, you had no clue… well you did, you just wish you didn’t have to be here but being forced to do this was putting it lightly. It’s frustrating because they act like you don’t have your own jobs to handle but now you’re being forced to be Gojo Satoru’s handler as well. This is going to be a much more taxing job than exorcising any curse, why he insisted on pissing off the higher ups is beyond you. Not that you’re completely innocent in those regards, mind you.

You’re sat waiting in Yaga’s office, waiting for a certain someone who treats showing up on time as optional. Looking at the clock behind Yaga, you see it’s bordering on 15 minutes since he was supposed to be here.

You deflate slightly with your quiet sigh, “Do I really need to be h–”

“–Yes,” is the only reply you get out of the man in front of you, eyes unreadable but based on the aura of the room, he’s beyond pissed.

Sinking further into your seat, you murmur about how annoying all of this is, it’s meant for Yaga to hear but he ignores you. Seeing Gojo is going to take years off your life, you’ve crossed paths with him many times in the past few years, he has a bad habit of interrupting your exorcisms, finishing them, and then getting on your nerves.

The door behind you slides open and shut loudly, making your heart lurch inside your chest, while you outwardly fight the urge to flinch. Gojo moves in behind you and leans down, “Didn’t scare you, did I?” There’s an annoying mirth in his tone as he carelessly rounds the seat and sits far too close to you.

You don’t spare him a glance, “No.”

He smiles at you knowingly but says nothing more, finally addressing Yaga, “What’s up?”

“You’re late,” Yaga takes in a deep breath, fighting the urge to yell at him.

Gojo’s smile grows, his words picked carefully to piss the pair of you off more, “Well, I know that part, I meant why am I being summoned here.”

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, “Why is he only being informed of this now?” You ask, irritated with not only Gojo but the whole damn system. You were told nearly two weeks ago that this was happening, how hadn’t he been told until now.

Yaga looks at you like it should be fairly obvious why they waited and you guess it is, he’s blind-sided this way, he doesn’t have a chance to wriggle out of it when today is the official first day of your new job babysitting Gojo Satoru and his first-year students. Oh, this is just perfect for you and not foreboding at all.

Before you have a chance to speak again, Yaga says, almost like he’s delighting in how inconveniencing this will be for Gojo, that, “You now have a teaching assistant, Gojo. You will be monitored as well as your students and everything will be reported back to me.”

“Ah, a glorified babysitter, how lovely,” Gojo’s smile doesn’t drop but it does look more strained.

Yaga doesn’t take kindly to his tone, “Watch it, this is fully deserved and you know it.”

“I’ve done nothing,” he defends himself.

You scoff slightly at that and Gojo side eyes you, you make an active effort to avoid his gaze though and instead focus on what Yaga is saying, “After that stunt you pulled with faking Itadori’s death recently, you’re lucky to be getting off so easy.”

Gojo jabs his thumb in your direction, “So what’s her punishment for then?”

You finally look at him, “Excuse me?”

“Well, I don’t imagine this is something one signs up for, so what did you do to piss off the higher ups,” his smile is teasing and so is his tone.

You squint at his stupid blindfold before looking back at Yaga, “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Yaga coughs at your statement but doesn’t let Gojo’s endless amusement at your suffering continue, “What may or may not have happened is none of your business Gojo–”

“–Ah, so something did happen then,” he elbows at your shoulder and you grumble at him.

Yaga completely ignores Gojo’s antics, “Your only concern is to be accommodating and keep her in the loop.”

He waves a hand easily, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” he brushes off the conversation with a sceptical nonchalance. His palms hit his knees as he pulls himself off the seat, “Is that all?”

Yaga pauses, watching him carefully for a moment before acquiescing, “Yes, that’s all, get out.”

“Come on, troublemaker, you have three adorable first years to meet!” his tone is too chipper and you don’t take kindly to his nickname for you but you stand from the seat and bow at Yaga before following behind him.

⸝⸝⸝

You are… uncomfortable, to say the least. The three first years sit in front of you, confused and waiting for some kind of explanation but Gojo just leans against the lectern, amused smile plastered on his face. You’re nervous, children can be so… scary, they were scary when you were their age and now you’re getting stage fright, in front of three people.

Gojo giggles behind you, granting some mercy… his version of mercy anyways, “We have a new addition to the class!”

“She’s… a student?” The one you recognise as Itadori tilts his head in question.

You can hear the glee drip from Gojo’s voice, “Well in some ways–”

“–No.” You cut him off abruptly, “I am… uhm, a teaching assistant… of sorts…”

The girl, very clearly unamused, questions further, “And what are you gonna be doing?”

You freeze up, you do know what you’re meant to be doing but you’re getting shy, you’ve never been good at being put on the spot.

Gojo finally moves from behind the lectern and places a hand on your shoulder, “She’s basically… my babysitter!” He announces, large smile on his face.

The students look… completely not shocked, like they expected something like this to happen at some point.

“I am here to help though! So, if you have questions or want someone to spar against or if Gojo is unavailable and you need help on a mission, I am here to be of service,” you smile lightly, trying to be kind. If you’re going to be here, you want to be of some use.

Itadori nods in thought, “So, are you strong?”

You feel warm in the face at the question, it’s not something you’ve ever been asked really. You think you are, you’re definitely capable but you’re nowhere near Gojo.

While deep in thought, Gojo replies for you, “Yes.” His reply is simple and leaves them all with more questions.

You throw a glance at Gojo before answering for yourself, “I am capable and willing to help.”

⸝⸝⸝

Your first introductions went better than you expected, you quite like them all, even the quiet one who’s always in a bad mood. Things would’ve gone better if Gojo didn’t delight in teasing you in front of them all, it’s embarrassing to be poked and prodded at for some kind of a reaction, you mean, isn’t he meant to be an adult for crying out loud.

It’s only been about a week and a bit into you ‘babysitting’ Gojo and you think he might be attempting to annoying you into quitting but that isn’t an option for you. The kids are sparring on the open field and Gojo is at your side, poking the side of your face with a mischievous smirk plastered on his. He’s been trying and failing to get a reaction out of you for the past 10 minutes.

“Gojo, is there something you want from me, or are you just waiting for me to try and smack you,” Turning your body, you face him completely, your hands on your hips.

He shoves his hand behind his back quickly, trying to play it off like he wasn’t just poking your cheek, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Sighing you continue, “If you’re trying to annoy me into quitting, you’re going to find that awful difficult, I have to be here.”

“Quite the contrary, I like having you here, troublemaker,” he smiles, leaning against the tree behind him.

“It doesn’t feel like it,” you grit out.

He hums lightly, “That’s just cause you’re not used to my love language.”

Raising a brow at him, you ask, “Your love language is being absurdly annoying?”

“Now you’re getting it,” he pokes you directly on your nose and you exhale sharply, twisting your lips to hide any hint of amusement. Turning back to the students you resume ignoring him, which he huffs dejectedly at, “If you’re gonna be watching over me for a while, you may as well get used to talking to me, I think I’m quite enjoyable.”

“Of course you would think that,” you retort.

“Ouch,” he grabs his chest, pretending to be wounded, he pushes off the tree and hangs an arm over both your shoulders, his weight pressing into you, “So… seriously, what did you do?” His head is turned to the side of yours, watching for your reactions.

You’re starting to feel uncomfortable at his proximity but apparently so are the others because Kugisaki turns and points at Gojo, yelling, “Don’t hang off her like that, perv!”

You stifle a laugh at her accusation, as Fushiguro rolls his eyes and grimaces.

Gojo calls out, “Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?” He wraps both his arms around you and pokes his tongue out at them all.

You’re squished against him and it’s making you hot, “Gojo, if you don’t peel yourself off of me in the next few seconds I’m going to rip out your tongue.”

“I don’t think you would be able to, is the thing though,” he snickers down at you, he does release you though, taking a step back.

You feel beyond annoyed and as much as you know your fist won’t connect, you go to throw a powerful punch at him anyways. It predictably gets stopped by his infinity, never even making it close to his face.

“Oh wow, you tried to punch me!” He exclaims in faux hurt, his hand reaches up to yours and unfurls your fist, instead interlacing your fingers, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to crack and try and hit me.”

You sigh in defeat, “Gojo, please let go of my hand.”

“Tell me what you did and I just might,” he propositions.

The kids are yelling at Gojo from the field, cursing him out for being weird, which of course, he only finds hilarious.

“Gojo,” he hums at you in acknowledgement, “Do you think if I tried really hard, and willed it to happen, that me kicking you in the balls would connect?”

He pouts at your words, apparently holding out for a different response, “Oh, how you wound me.” He drops your hand with a sigh, “Can’t be that bad, tell meeeee,” he whinges slightly, attempting a new way of annoying you, clearly.

“You’re right, it’s not that bad, but it’s way more fun not to tell you at this point,” you smile brightly at him and his eyes widen in slight shock at the display.

He continues pouting, “Cruel…”

You just shrug at him in response.

⸝⸝⸝

Every time Gojo is around, he is trying to get you to tell him why you were assigned to be his handler. You don’t tell him, you just shrug or smile like you have no idea why, you understand why he likes to tease a bit now, seeing him so upset over something so small does brighten your day just a little bit.

As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve grown fond of his company, as well as the three kids. You thought this would be more hellish, and while on some occasions it is, you quite enjoy your day to days now. Filled with his teasing tone and stupid smile, you’re feeling comfortable with them all.

Your only complaint is that, while this is what you’re expected to be doing most of the time, the fact that sorcerers are hard to come by hangs true and you are still sent on solo missions on a whim. It’s only annoying because you’re expected to come and go easily, like fighting off first-grade or high-grade curses isn’t completely taxing.

Today you enter the classroom slightly later than usual, having been absent since the middle of yesterday, you didn’t even have time to sleep, you showered and came straight here. You mumble an offhanded good morning before collapsing into a chair in the corner of the front of the class.

“Look who decided to show back up,” Gojo chirps.

“Mmm, too loud… too much… so early,” you grumble back.

Itadori asks what no one else does, “Where did you go?”

You sigh into the air, “Ah, I had a job, it’s fine though, here now,” you smile lazily.

Gojo scrutinises you from behind his blindfold, he can tell you’re tired, hell, everyone could tell you’re tired. Your head is barely staying up, almost lolling to the side, looking for somewhere to rest so you can sleep.

“Maybe you should go home,” he comments, uncharacteristically serious.

You peek an eye open at him, they had fallen closed, when did they close? “Can’t.” you mutter out, “I’m needed here, so you don’t do anything stupid.”

“You aren’t going to be able to stop me if you’re asleep,” he retorts.

“No but it won’t look as bad if I am at least here,” you cover your mouth as you yawn.

He moves over to your corner and bends down, “If I promise to behave will you go home?”

“Probably not,” you smirk up at him, “I don’t think I’d believe you.”

Kugisaki groans, “Flirt on your own time!”

You bark a laugh at that, the back and forth you have with Gojo is not how you flirt and you imagine it’s not how he does either, “Yeah, Gojo. Go away.” You say, playing into it.

His smile is light as he turns away from you, “Fine but if you complain about a backache later from sleeping in that chair it’s not my fault.”

“I’m not gonna fall asleep,” you counter.

⸝⸝⸝

You fell asleep.

You don’t know when exactly it happened, you just know it did… and that you’re embarrassed. When you startle awake in your seat, you can hear the distant noises of the students sparring and the breeze flowing through the – previously – closed windows.

“Hey, you’re up,” Gojo notices from his spot, lazing in the students desks.

You sit up a bit more, “How long–”

“–How long were you asleep?” He finishes for you, “A couple hours.”

“Why are you in here?” You ask, “Why aren’t you with the first-years?”

“The first-years are sparring with the second-years, they’re fine,” he too, sits up more, “I stayed cause I didn’t wanna leave you alone in here.”

You raise a brow at him, “That or you just didn’t wanna actually do your job today.”

“Ah, you caught me,” he laughs easily.

“Mhm, thought so,” standing up completely, you stretch out your limbs, joints aching from sleeping in the chair.

“I didn’t think you would also be doing solo missions while being here,” he comments from behind you.

“Well… you know how shorthanded we are,” you walk over to where he’s sitting, “Plus, me being here is almost as much as a punishment for me as it is for you,” you remind.

“That’s funny, I wouldn’t say I feel punished,” he says it like it means nothing, like his feelings aren’t lingering right under the surface.

Thinking on it, you agree, “I don’t much either, I’ve been having quite a bit of fun actually,” you laugh lightly.

Gojo’s world stands still for a moment, he’s been growing addicted to how you smile, the sound of your laugh. He’s lucky for the blindfold because nearly every time he looks at you he has hearts in his eyes.

Noticing his silent staring, you grow shy, rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry for falling asleep, it won’t happen again.”

He recovers quickly, “No it won’t… because next time, you’re going to go home to sleep properly before showing back up here.”

“Whatever you say, Gojo,” you play it off, not taking him seriously.

“Call me Satoru.”

You’re a little shocked, feeling like you misheard him, you clarify, “I’m sorry, what?”

He gets up from where he’s sitting, “We’ve known each other for years now, call me Satoru.”

You don’t know if you should, it feels weird, like letting him into your life more than he already is and that’s a little much for post nap you, “Maybe…”

He chuckles, “Don’t force yourself, just know, you can if you want to…”

You nod at him, suddenly feeling incredibly bashful.

⸝⸝⸝

You’re cleaning… why are you cleaning? Because you somehow got conned into having Gojo over. Its honestly impressive of him, you have no idea how he convinced you to let him into your home. You barely can even recall the conversation, something about movies, he’s somehow got your favourite movie before the DVD or streaming release.

Anyways, now you’re scrabbling around your meagre apartment, attempting to clean it up to a high standard before you have a guest over. You have time, you have enough time to clean the main areas, yourself, your bedroom… wait, your bedroom (?). Brushing off the thought, you continue your tirade, it ends with just enough time for you to make yourself look presentable.

Knocks in the form of a carefree tune are thumped into your door and you know who it is instantly, even his knocking is distinctly him. Tugging your shirt on, you call out, “Just a sec!”

Pausing in front of the door, you smooth yourself out, like you weren’t just running around like an insane person a few minutes ago, and then you open the door. The sight of Gojo is shocking, it wasn’t what you were expecting… you’ve seen him in casual clothes before, but you think you’ve gotten too used to seeing him at the school.

You mumble out, “You look nice.”

His eyes light up behind his glasses, “Why thank you, you look nice as well.” He speaks lowly on his way past you.

You stand stunned for a little, not expecting his compliment to affect you so much. He’s already walked down the hall while you stood staring at where he once was. Closing the door, you start after him, meeting him in the lounge room.

“You ready?” He asks.

You nod your head, waiting for him to show how he accrued the movie.

“Ta da!” He shows the usb stick, presumedly holding the movie.

You sigh at his jovial display of piracy and grab the thumb drive off him. Gojo makes himself comfortable on the couch while you plug it into the tv.

“You have a cute apartment,” he hums, looking around from where he’s sitting.

Grabbing the remote, you switch through the tv’s sources and search for the content on the stick, “Thank you… I think.”

“It’s a compliment,” he affirms.

You flop down next to him on the couch, “We good to start? Or do you have more to say?”

“I always have more to say,” he grins.

“I’ve noticed,” you snark back, beginning the movie anyways.

It starts off good, the movie’s quality isn’t great but it’s good enough to enjoy the content of the film. That is… until the halfway mark and then the quality drops significantly and you can’t even tell what’s happening on screen anymore, everything fuzzy and words mumbled, almost robotic.

You suppress a smile, “Gojo… where did you get the movie?”

“…Online somewhere… I watched the first few minutes and it looked fiiine,” he’s whinging slightly, disappointed in the sudden quality drop.

You can’t help but laugh at his complete dismay, “It’s fine, Gojo, at least I got to see some of it?” You try looking on the bright side, “You’ll just have to buy me a real copy when it comes out.”

“Is that another invitation?” He teases.

You look over to him, “Another? I barely remember giving out this one.”

“That hurts, you know?” He pouts at you.

You can’t help the way your face breaks out in a smile, “It is.” He looks at you confused, “An invitation,” you finish.

His pout breaks into a large smile, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you liked me.”

“Ah, you’re beginning to grow on me,” you torment lightly.

He nods his head solemnly, “Knew I would.”

You scoff at him, only now realising how close he’s gotten to you, your knees touching, his face so close to your own. You go to look away from him, feeling self-conscious, but his hand reaches up and pulls your face back to continue the intense eye contact.

“If I kiss you right now, will you try and punch me again?” He jokes, trying to relieve the tension.

You find a place inside you that outweighs your anxiety, “Only one way for you to find out.”

He leans in that tiny bit more and captures your lips in his, the kiss tender and gentle, he’s searching, learning. He doesn’t want to scare you away, wanting to kiss you for so long and not willing to ruin it by spooking you now. It took him so long just to work up the courage to get inside your apartment, he doesn’t want you to pull back when you’ve finally stepped towards him.

He parts first, hesitant, if he keeps kissing you, it won’t stay innocent because he really wants to kiss you until you cry.

You repress a whine at the loss of him, “Wait…” You trail off, embarrassed by how badly you want him to keep kissing you.

“Yeah?” He presses, wanting to hear you ask him for it.

“Can… you kiss me again,” you ask, before adding, “please?”

It’s too good to be true, he’s dreaming… but even if that’s the case, he’s sure as hell not wasting this moment, “Anything for you~”

Leaning back in, he kisses you with more fervour, his lips more insistent, desperate. His one hand stays on your face, angling you so he can kiss you deeper, he wants more, more. The other hand reaches for your hip, tugging and pulling at the fat there, groping your skin greedily.

Your moans and whimpers muffle into his mouth, he swallows them down, licking into your mouth, silently asking for more. Which, you give, you think you’d give him the world right now if you could. His kisses are dizzying and full. You’ve not been kissed like this… ever and it’s overwhelming you in an embarrassing way.

Pulling back, you rush out, “Wait wait…”

Gojo freaks a little, “Shit– sorry, was it too much?”

You shake your head, “No, well…maybe, I’ve just… never been kissed like that before, I was feeling dizzy.”

He breathes a sigh of relief before targeting you with a teasing smile, an evil glint in his eyes, “I’m kissing you dumb, huh?”

You feel hot, everywhere, “I–”

Your defence is cut off with this lips back on yours, he’s drunk on your kisses and he’s not going to stop. Knowing that he’s overwhelming you with them only spurs him on, he wants you to be so stupid because of his lips, he thinks he couldn’t want anything more than that right now.

Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer; he lets it happen and falls into you, pressing your back into the couch. On instinct, your legs wrap around his waist, tugging him down into you more, desiring the proximity. His front presses into yours and you both moan into each other.

He trails kisses from your lips to the side of your face, down to your neck, his teeth nipping lightly, sucking into your skin, leaving marks behind, not really caring about how you’ll struggle to cover them tomorrow. You gasp into him and raise your hips, grinding into him without meaning to. The friction has him groaning into the skin of your neck.

His large hand grabs at the thickest part of your thigh, grabbing and pulling your covered cunt closer to his clothed dick. His hips dig down into yours, humping into you and trying to fight off the urge to cum in his pants at the minimal amount of stimulation.

He huffs against your sensitive skin, “Bet you’re so fucking wet, fuck–”

“Gojo–”

He cuts you off, “–Lemme… lemme touch you more, please.”

You nod at him, eyes glassy from how he kissed you, “Uh huh, do– do whatever you want~”

His hand is immediately leaving your thigh and reaching into the front of your pants, under your panties and through your dripping folds, a shiver running down his back as he groans deeply. He had a feeling you were wet but fuck– he wasn’t expecting this.

You sob a moan into the collar of his shirt where you’ve tucked your head, his fingers glide through your slick, teasing you, lightly grazing your clit.

His tone is light, “So eager~”

“Don’t t–tease, it’s unkind,” you try to chastise him.

He smiles at you, it’s dark but full, as a single finger probes at your entrance, slipping in carefully, aided fully by the amount of slick that gushes from your pussy, “So messy,” he hums, nosing the side of your face, giggling at the whimper you let out.

“Gojo–”

“–I think…” his finger slips to the hilt, pulling back before fucking back in, wet squelching sounding through your small apartment, “…I’ve earned Satoru, when I’m knuckles deep in your pretty, little cunt.”

If you thought you were hot before, you definitely were now, “Satoru, please.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” his cock jerks in his pants at the sound of you finally calling him by his name.

Your small gasps and sighs are setting his skin on fire, a light flush dusting his features, he still wants more from you, he wants to hear it all, he wants to feel it all, he wants to see it all. Deciding he’s had enough of your clothes, he slips his finger from deep in your cunt, which results in the prettiest, wrecked sound coming from you.

“Just a sec, need these off…” he tugs your pants down and off, leaving you in your panties, he hums in thought at you, “…These are cute,” he points out, looking at to the lacy garment decorating your lower half, “Expecting something to happen?”

You shake your head no, not loving the accusation that you planned this, “No, I just… didn’t have anything else…”

“Convenient,” he comments, taking notice of how completely ruined they are, wet from your arousal pooling in them. He pulls the side of them away from your skin, only to let it slap back against you, enjoying the way you squirm under him, “I think I’ll leave these on.”

He continues undressing you though, tugging off your shirt, your bra following along soon after. You feel so exposed compared to his fully dressed form. His cock strains against his pants though, sitting heavy against the zipper of his jeans. The sight makes you salivate but he takes no notice.

“I gotta get my mouth on you, pretty thing,” he murmurs more to himself than you, since you’re not really thinking at this point, only squirming under him and trying to rub your thighs together.

He shuffles down between your legs, spreading them apart further and tossing them over his shoulder. Drawing your panties to the side, he presses his face into your cunt, inhaling deeply, the act makes you jump and whinge out his name, shocked by the completely debauched display.

“Satoru~”

He doesn’t reply, not with words, he mumbles into your pussy and licks a long stipe from your hole to your clit before licking back down. His tongue pushing into your cunt with the desperation of a starved man. His nose presses against your clit and he moves his head side to side slightly, stimulating it.

You moan and whimper into the air, fingers finding purchase in his hair, needing something to tug onto while he eats you out in the messiest way possible. There is no finesse, he’s sloppily making out with your cunt, drinking down all the arousal that leaks from you eagerly.

Your thighs begin shaking beside his head and he holds you tighter, his head moving back and forth quickly, shaking it, trying to force your orgasm from you. The feeling of his blunt nails digging into your soft skin and the way he groans so unrestrained into your pussy has you cumming on his face very suddenly.

Your stomach twists as your cunt clenches around Gojo’s tongue, your mind lost in how good you feel. Not registering the sound of your moans or the sounds of his mouth lapping at you in the most lewd manner, it should be embarrassing how wet you are for him but you can’t seem to care when it feels this good.

He’s unrelenting, licking and mouthing at your sensitive pussy until you start twitching away from him and pulling on his hair harshly, wordlessly tell him it’s too much.

“Perfect,” he turns his face to the side and mumbles into your thigh, nipping at the skin, delighting in the way your body jerks, “Got an absolutely perfect cunt.” He says shamelessly.

“Gojo!”

He looks up at you through his lashes, “Ah, back to Gojo now?” he leans up and back onto his knees, tugging his shirt over his head and discarding it with the rest of your clothes, “No worries, I’ll fix that real soon.”

The sound of his belt clinking and zipper undoing brings you out of your thoughts, temporarily disarmed by the sudden exposure of his skin. He doesn’t bother taking them off completely, just shirking them down enough to free his painfully erect cock.

Your gaze gets lost in the sight of his dick, leaking thick globs of precum from the tip down his shaft. His hand tugging lazily at it, spreading his own mess everywhere, slicking it up for you. Wet sounds of his hand languidly fucking his cock makes your skin prick. How he’s going to fit you aren’t sure, the size of him is daunting.

He smiles when you look back in his eyes, “There she is.” He leans down over you, “I know I have a really nice dick but let’s try and stay focused, pretty, hmm?”

It’s condescending and egotistical of him to say but you can’t fight the shiver that runs down your spine at his words, “Gojo, you have a massive–”

“–Dick? Yeah I know,” he smiles cheekily at you.

You finish your previous interrupted statement, “I was gonna say ego.”

“Two things can be true at once,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “You ready for this?”

“I don’t think I could ever be ready for this,” you retort.

“Way to boost a guys ego,” he chuckles at your comment.

You grab the side of his face, “Not that you need it.” You murmur before pulling him down for another kiss, missing the feel of his lips on yours.

He licks into your mouth straight away; you can taste yourself on his tongue. You feel like you could float away, not knowing how you’ve gone your whole life without being kissed like this. Your thighs are back on either side of his hips again, your need to be filled growing by the second.

Pulling back, he sits up so he can watch himself enter your tight pussy. He’s not denying himself this view, not when he’s imagined it so many times before. He rubs his cock through your folds a few times, relishing in your small jumps and moans. He needs it wet; it needs to be so fucking wet if he even dreams of fucking his cock all the way inside you.

“I’m gonna need you to relax for me and remember to breathe if you wanna take it all,” he says it so seriously, and if you hadn’t seen his dick you would’ve assumed he was just stroking his own ego for the sake of it.

You nod at him, “Got it, now please,” your hips wiggle slightly, enticing him.

“I got ya,” he smirks, pushing forward slightly.

The tip of him is a lot, your cunt stretching to take it, the ache dulled by the absolute messy state of your pussy and the thumb Gojo is pressing into your clit. He intakes a sharp breath at the snug fit of your cunt, his hips jerking forward mindlessly, a groan pulled from deep in him, while you whimper pathetically.

Your breath stutters and you’re struggling, grip on his cock impossibly tight, through gritted teeth, he reminds, “Hey, hey… breathe yeah? You gotta –fuck– you gotta breathe for me, pretty.”

Collecting yourself, you attempt to take deep breaths, they come out stuttered but the punishing grip you had on him eases, “Almost had me fucking cumming, geez…” he laughs lightly at it but he would’ve been beyond embarrassed if he came with only his tip inside of you, he’d never live it down.

“You can –hah– you can move,” you stammer out.

He double checks, “You sure?”

Your eyes are so wet and your voice is wrecked when you add, “Please.”

An evil smile takes its place on his face, “Why were you assigned to work with me?”

“Gojo, not now,” your words break off into a whine, you sound so pathetic, you do not have the upper hand here.

“Mmm? You want me to stuff you full? Tell me the reason,” he leans down slightly, cock slipping just that tiny bit more into you.

Ignoring him, your wrap your legs tighter around his waist and try fucking up onto him, it works for the one second that he lets it and then one of his large hands is reaching down and slamming your hips back into the couch cushions.

“Come on, pretty,” his breath wafts against the side of your face, his lips tickling your ear, “You really gonna waste time being stubborn?”

“You’re the stubborn one,” you argue.

He hums noncommittally, almost like you proved his point for him, “Come on, I can feel you fucking pulsing around me, just tell me what you did~”

“I– I… I didn’t listen to an order on a mission and almost got myself killed,” you pout out, breathing laboured.

He tsks at you, disapproving of your actions, “You really should be more careful,” he kisses beside your ear, “And listen to your seniors more.” It goes without saying that, that includes him. You suspect he’s mostly talking about himself; he has no respect for the current hierarchy.

“Gojo, you said you would–”

He tilts his head at you, “–I did but now knowing how reckless you were, I can’t help but want to punish you a bit more…”

Your waterline fills with tears at the frustration, your pussy fluttering on the barely two inches he has sat inside you, how he’s holding out so well you have no idea because you’re about to fucking cry.

Your voice is embarrassing to even your own ears, “Satoru, please, more.”

“Ah, well when you ask like that, how can I say no?” He’s acting as if he’s taking mercy on you and not like his dick didn’t twitch violently at you using his name again.

Slowly, he pushes into you, stopping every now and again to let you adjust and reminding you to just breathe through it. Something Gojo has realised is, your cunt is so reactive to him, the words he speaks, the hand he has on your hip, the kisses he presses into the side of your head, all of it has you spasming around him and every time you do, it feels like a gut punch to him.

It’s addictive and also world shattering, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to last when he actually starts fucking into you. The little noises you make don’t help either, how on earth is he meant to last more than a minute inside you?

Eventually, he bottoms out, the both of you moaning at the relief, your legs nearly kick at the sensation of how deep inside you he is, “Satoru, move?”

He bites out, “Give me a second.” He’s fighting the primal urge to cum inside you right now.

You whine under him, hips twitching, using the minimal amount of space to grind your pelvis into his. Your pussy stutters around him at the stimulation on your clit and he groans loudly at it, his orgasm on the tip of his tongue.

He forces your hips down and still again, pinning you to the couch with his own, “You’re so impatient. Do you want this to be over now? You want me to cum after only being fully inside you for a minute?”

You shake your head at him, the feral look in his eyes making your stomach do flips, your pussy gushing around him.

He laughs dryly, “Fuck, I can’t do a single thing without turning you on more, huh?”

You look away from him, embarrassment reaching a new pique with that comment, “Not nice, Satoru.”

“Not a bad thing, pretty,” he noses your cheek, realising how he said it harshly without meaning it that way, “Huge compliment, knowing you react this way to me is fucking perfect but it also has me on the edge of finishing prematurely.”

Turning your head back to him, you look him in the eyes and he swears he sees heaven because you have tears trailing down your cheeks and your eyes are blown and wet and he’s gonna finish if he keeps looking at you. So, instead, he leans in and kisses you deep, getting lost in the taste and feel of your mouth.

The small reprieve helps and he begins thrusting his hips back and forth, his cock leaving and entering you with the most obscene noises he’s ever heard. It’s such a fucking mess, leaking out of you, down your thighs and onto your nice couch. And even if he really tried, he couldn’t give a fuck, not when your cunt is so slick and warm and wrapping around him like it was made for him.

The sounds you let out are cute but muffled against his mouth, he settles for swallowing them down but he’d really rather hear them loud and clear. You flutter around him so beautifully, everything you do is perfect to him and you laying here while he shoves you full of his fat cock is no different.

He pulls away from your lips to hear the noises you make for him, “Cute,” he comments offhandedly, not even sure if you hear the contents of his words. He only knows you hear his voice because your cunt clenches down on him at the sound.

You cry out to him, “S’toru~”

“Ah, you’re so fucking close aren’t you,” the smile on his face is huge and wolfish, excited to feel you cum all over him, looking forward to literally nothing else.

You try to verbalise it, “I– mm –mmph–”

“Go on, let yourself gush all over me, wanna fucking feel it, pretty,” his words are sharp against your ear.

His hips increase their pace, slamming down into you more forcefully, his pelvis grinding into your clit harshly. Your eyes cross into the back of your head, neck lolling back bonelessly, choppy, whimpered sounds leave you. Your fingers claw at his biceps, leaving behind angry marks. Gojo’s hands have a death grip on your hips, bruised marks will definitely be left behind in their wake.

A particularly sharp thrust and loud whine from Gojo has you cumming under him, your pussy gripping him tight as your cum leaks from you sloppily, his cock coated in it. Creamy ring left at the base of his cock as he continues thrusting mercilessly.

His abs pull taut, his resolve finally breaking now that he’d finally felt you finish on him, “Where you want it?”

“Inside, please Satoru,” your words are mumbled and breathy.

“Fuuuuuck.”

He’s lucky you said that because your words have him cumming on the spot, thick ropes of his cum being forced deep inside your little cunt. It leaks out around the base of him, even as he presses deep into you, his pelvis tight against yours, riding out his high by grinding into you slightly. The stimulation making your cunt jump around him as he hisses at the slight overstimulation he’s forcing himself into.

You both huff, gasping greedily for air after your intense highs, the room filled with nothing but silence and your haste breaths. Eventually, you both even out and lay there quietly, Gojo pressed against you with his cock still snug inside your pussy.

“Gojo, you’re heavy,” you tell him.

He laughs, “Right, sorry.”

Leaning back, he slowly pulls his dick from you, both hissing at it. His eyes are fixated on the way his cum slips from your hole, his heart hammering in his chest at the sight, obsessing over how hot it is that you took so much of him. He slips your panties back into place, letting them keep his cum inside you.

“You did so good,” he praises you suddenly.

It makes you feel bashful, “So did you…” you mumble out.

A loud laugh results from him, “Thank you,” he says, his eyes crinkled in a large smile.

Gojo cleans the pair of you up, tucking you carefully into your bed and holding you close as you fight to keep your eyes open, “Will you still be here when I wake up?”

“Do you want me to be?” He questions lightly, trying not to expect anything from you.

“…Yes, I’d like it a lot if you stayed, I think.” You admit shyly.

“Then I’ll be here,” he presses himself into you closer, enjoying the warmth radiating off of you.

You don’t think this was in your job description…

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ACROSS YOUR MEMORIES

Summary With only fragmented memories as your guide, you set forth on a journey of self-discovery, navigating through the labyrinth of your past to learn who you truly are.

Genre Romance, Drama, Historical, Adventure.

Additional Content Mature Content, Dark Themes, Murder, One Shot.

Pairing Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

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𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐎 . . .

In an age of resplendent grandeur and regal magnificence, there existed a stately palace where the nobility gathered for lavish banquets and extravagant balls. The guests reveled in the splendor of these gatherings, their laughter, and dance echoing through the palace, their countenances aglow with unbridled joy. However, there was a night not like any other night inside the grand palace, a special night of significance and celebration. It marked the momentous occasion of the 300th Anniversary of the Stroganov Family's rule over their country. A celebration that needs days of cheerful parties, with their beloved people, who are proud to call them their leaders.

Czar Aleksandr and his esteemed wife, Agata, presided over their country with regal grace. Blessed with a family that seemed the embodiment of prosperity and happiness, with four radiant daughters and a cherished son. Despite their benevolent rule and efforts to meet the needs of their subjects, a seed of resentment festered in the hearts of some, fueled by dissatisfaction with their governance. However, others denied these theories proclaiming they were other causes of the Stronganovs downfall. They believed it was all part of a malevolent curse woven by the family's trusted healer and confidant, Grigori Rasputin.

Once welcomed into the inner sanctum of the Stroganov family, Rasputin wielded his supposed divine gifts to earn their trust, particularly in his miraculous healing of their beloved son, Mikhail. Believing Rasputin to be a vessel of divine intervention, the family placed their trust in him, unaware of the sinister depths of his true intentions. It was a grievous revelation when the Stroganovs discovered that he was far from holy. So they banished him with grieving hearts. They rumored despite his banishment, he made an unwelcome entrance at the anniversary party with unwavering determination. He was immediately pushed aside, not guaranteeing him the chance to pour excuses for his previous actions. Enraged by his humiliation, Rasputin uttered a chilling oath, vowing to erase the Stroganov lineage, until no one was left alive. They said the night descended into darkness, the stars themselves seemed to dim, and an ominous pall hung over the palace, foretelling the sinister promises that lay ahead. The Stronganovs dismiss this, thinking they were just words coming from a madman.

However, Rasputin's vow came to life. In the dead of night, when the moon hung low in the sky and shadows danced ominously across the palace walls, the citizens rose up as they stormed the once-impregnable fortress of the Stroganovs, their clamorous voices echoing with cries for justice and retribution. The Stroganov dynasty finds itself besieged by the wrath of an embittered populace. Fighting desperately to escape the clutches of their enraged citizens in the middle of the night. As the night wore on, the once-proud lineage of the Stroganovs was extinguished one by one, leaving no one left. Though whispers persisted of a few survivors who managed to elude the grasp of the mob, their fate remained shrouded in mystery. The few survivors they believe they escaped on time were their youngest daughter and the mother of the Czar. Years passed by and the mother of the Czar took a step into society after the tragedy of her family, seeking her youngest granddaughter. Confirming the rumors to be true. They indeed managed to get away that night, though she ended up losing the trail of her granddaughter. Despite the passage of time and the trials that beset her, the steadfast belief in her granddaughter's survival remained unshakeable. With each passing day, she clung to the fragile thread of hope, knowing that somewhere beyond the reaches of her grasp, her beloved granddaughter was alive.

“It’s you. You’re the princess, (Y/N)!” The young girl before you claims with a bright smile gracing her lips, as she stops you from narrating any further. You can’t help but laugh at her innocence, caressing the side of her face.

“And what makes you think I’m the princess, little Annie?”

She went into a state of thought, lowering his gaze, finding her reasons to believe you were the Stroganov’s lost princess. “You both have the same name!” She claims, standing proudly on her belief.

“Oh? So what if the princess and I share the same name? Perhaps my parents were fond of the Stroganovs. That doesn’t make me the princess.” Little Annie only huffed in annoyance at your response, turning her gaze away.

You muse silently as you observe the young girl before you. Your past is a complete mystery, and you've often wondered about your origins. When you first arrived at the orphanage, you possessed a necklace, a solitary keepsake inscribed with the words Together in Paris. The significance of those words remains a mystery, but they resonate deeply within you. Perhaps, Paris is where you should go now. In the present moment, you find yourself recounting a story to little Annie, a tale she adores hearing before you depart from the orphanage. As you are about to venture into adulthood. However, you feel a pang of emotion knowing you'll leave behind the only home you've known.

“Annie, promise me you'll behave while I'm gone.” You gently request, drawing her attention. The initial annoyance on her face melts away, replaced by a flood of emotions as the weight of your departure sinks in. Rushing into your embrace, she clings to you tightly, tears dampening your clothing.

“I'll miss you.” She sobs, her voice muffled against your chest.

You tenderly cradled the little girl's face in your hands, guiding her gaze to meet yours, and imparted words of solace. “No matter how far away I am, I will always be in your heart.” You reassured her, your voice a gentle melody of comfort. “And always hold onto this truth: never allow others to define you or dictate your path. You should always listen to your heart.”

Touched by your words, Annie's face broke into a smile. “You really are like a princess.”

You plant a tender kiss on Annie's forehead, sealing your words of wisdom with a gesture of affection. “Don't forget my words.”

Your departure not only left a void in little Annie's heart but also in the hearts of the other children at the orphanage who had grown to see you as a protective older sister. Amidst tearful farewells outside the orphanage, Miss Agafya, with her usual stern demeanor, interrupted the bittersweet moment to deliver instructions about your new job at a factory. As you attempted to bid a final farewell to the children, Miss Agafya's harsh push reached you as she scowled at your actions.

“Are you listening?”

You clear your throat turning to see the woman before you. “I am listening Miss Agafya, and I am grateful for everything you have done for me.”

She huffed in response turning around to open the gates of the orphanage. “Thank goodness, you're finally leaving. I can finally breathe from all your chattering. Especially that stupid necklace of yours. Together in Paris, she says.” She laughs in mockery, taking your determination to find who you are, amusing.

“It's time to discard those silly dreams of yours and take a place in life once and for all!” Those were her final words as she pushed you outside the gates of the orphanage, relieved that she was able to get rid of you.

As you trudged away from the orphanage under the falling snow, the weight of Miss Agafya's words bore down on your shoulders. What if Paris held no answers for you? What if your search for a family is nothing but a fool's dream?

Rumor says that the lost princess still draws breath, possibly concealed amidst our midst, the whispers of the townsfolk intertwining like tendrils in the streets. Her grandmother, it is said, offers a grand sum to anyone who reunites her with her long-lost granddaughter.

“And I shall be the one to undertake this endeavor.” A gentleman with white locks and sapphire eyes murmurs to himself as he traverses through the town, catching snippets of the murmurs among the people regarding the lost princess. The day is ripe with promise, he senses it distinctly. He found himself strolling through the bustling town market, his spirits buoyant, ready to purchase whatever piqued his interest.

He then approached a stall adorned with exquisite garments, a charismatic smile playing on his lips as he addressed the young woman attending to the merchandise. “Ah, sweetheart, how are you on this splendid day?” He inquired, tipping his hat gallantly.

The maiden, unimpressed by his suave demeanor, dismissed his advances with a subtle roll of her eyes. “Begone, Satoru. I am occupied with the sale of my wares.” she rebuffed, maintaining her focus on her business.

Undeterred, he persisted in his charm, “But I'm willing to pay this time.”

Her gaze met his with a hint of skepticism, “How much?”

“Any price you propose, fair maiden.” He replied with a sly grin. After some persistent negotiation, she relented, offering a fur coat she claimed once belonged to the Stroganov family, taken from their abandoned palace.

Once the deal was done, the young woman stared at him quizzically, wondering why he lingered. “Is there anything else you need?” She inquired.

Drawing closer, he remarked, “You're quite cold to me. Despite the many evenings we've shared.” She bristled at his audacity, swiftly motioning for him to lower his voice.

“Please, keep it down.” She urged, casting a wary glance around.

He nodded, feigning contrition. “Of course, of course.” He replied, before adding mischievously. “But what about my farewell kiss?”

“You have quite the audacity to make such a request.” She retorted. However, upon realizing that he hadn't budged, she begrudgingly relented, willing to do anything to hasten his departure. As she leaned forward to bestow a kiss on his cheek, he deftly shifted his head, resulting in an unintended collision of their lips.

“Ah, you!” she exclaimed in disbelief as she jerked back.

He chuckled at her reaction, lifting the fur he had purchased. “Thank you for the fur, my dear.” He says before turning around to leave the flustered woman behind.

“Satoru!” a voice echoes across the bustling market, drawing his focus. He turned his gaze towards the voice to meet the gaze of his esteemed companion. “Ah, Suguru!” He replies, his grin widening at the sight of his friend. With a friendly embrace, they exchange greetings.

“I have marvelous news,” Suguru announces eagerly. “I've secured us a theater. All we need is finding the perfect actress to play the role.”

Satoru laughed heartily at his friend's words, as both men took off walking side by side. “Ah, finally. This is our last chance to raise above. No more foolish dealings, no more reckless ventures. We will guide her every action and word to ensure she embodies the essence of royalty in every aspect.”

“You speak the truth.” The raven-haired man remarked, casually draping an arm around Satoru's shoulders, subtling shaking him. “It's you and I who are best suited for this job. Besides, how challenging could it possibly be?”

“You just have to say it.” Satoru's glare pierced through his friend beside him, as they had spent hours finding the perfect actress inside the grand theater Suguru got them both. “None of these women even come close to resembling the princess, let alone the ability to act like her.”

Suguru sighed, sinking back into his seat, glancing back at him. “What did you expect? There's simply no one who compares to the princess. It will take more than a day to find someone capable of acting like royalty.” Upon sensing his friend’s sudden state of contemplation, he pressed on. “However, this entire thing relies on you. After all, you’re the only one who has known the princess up close.”

A frown adorns his features, “I was but a mere servant; I was never close to the princess to begin with. I could only watch from a distance.”

Suguru's gaze lingered briefly on the man beside him, upon noticing the change on his demeanor, so he decided to let the matter go. “Perhaps it's time we take a break.” He suggested. Satoru couldn't agree more as both men rose from their seats to leave the theatre.

“Young one, there is a way you can travel anywhere without a visa. A man who resides frequently at the old Stroganov Palace can help you get to your destination without an issue. However, you didn't hear it from me.” The words of the elderly woman at the station echoed in your mind after you were denied a ticket for not possessing a visa to travel to a foreign country.

“Perhaps there's still hope.” You thought, considering the possibility of seeking help from the mysterious individual that rooms inside the grand abandoned palace. As you navigate the unfamiliar streets guided by the old woman's instructions, a sense of anticipation mingled with uncertainty as you venture towards the enigmatic Stroganov Palace. Perhaps, it wasn’t a bad decision after all.

“Huh.” You mused aloud upon finally arriving at your destination. Your sight was greeted immediately with wooden boards barring entry to some of the entrances. How are you supposed to get in? A furrow formed on your brow as you contemplated how to get access to the palace. You positioned yourself, placing both hands firmly on one of the boards, determined to remove the obstacle blocking your path. With a steady exertion of strength, you pulled with all your might. After several attempts, you managed to succeed, nearly causing you to lose your balance. With that, you were granted access as you began to enter the palace. Your eyes eagerly roamed around your surroundings, taking in every detail that your gaze could capture. Despite the passage of time and the evident wear and tear, you couldn't help but appreciate the lingering beauty of the palace. You have heard of the glamorous parties that were taken in here, imaging just for a moment the impossible scenario. As you explored further, each corner shrouded in dust and echoing with the weight of years gone by, you felt a sense of awe for the history that permeated the palace's walls. It is a shame that such a grand palace was abandoned by its people, losing its grace along with the history that once resided in it. A sudden sharp pang of headache pierced your temples, causing you to wince in pain after you stood gazing at your reflection in one of the palace's opulent mirrors. However, the pain eventually ceased. You find it odd how your body was reacting the moment you stepped foot into the unfamiliar place. But that wasn’t the only oddity happening, figures seemed to dance at the edge of your vision, elusive and ephemeral, vanishing as soon as you attempted to focus on them. Despite the eerie occurrences and the unsettling atmosphere surrounding you, there is no room for fear in your heart. An unexpected warmth stirred within you, along with a sense of familiarity. This place seemed to seep into your thoughts, carrying a wave of emotions you never knew you had. Perhaps, you were in here, a long time, back in a 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑…

“Ugh! This dress is too tight.”

Sofiya swatted your hand away from your dress wary of any potential damage. “(Y/N), this is the dress Mother specifically chose for you tonight. Show some gratitude and try not to cause a scene.” She admonished, her tone tinged with exasperation. Before you can respond back to your sister's words. Your other sister, Mariya entered your chambers, her smile radiating warmth.

“Sofiya,” Mariya began, her voice gentle yet firm “Don’t be too harsh on, (Y/N). She may be a handful at times, but suffocating her won't make things any easier.” Finally, someone gets it. You sighed relieved that your sister Mariya came to your rescue.

Sofiya huffs, turning to sit on your bed as she watches, Mariya sitting you in front of your mirror to do your hair.

“Don't get too comfortable with her kindness, she’s only this way because someone special is attending tonight.”

Your curiosity is piqued at the mention of a special guest, prompting you to turn toward Mariya with an inquisitive gaze. “Sister? Is it true?” You ventured, eager for answers.

Mariya hesitated, her reluctance evident as she carefully considered her response. However, Sofiya is too stubborn as she proceeded to speak further.

“Ivan Sokolov, I heard that was his name.” Sofiya commented nonchalantly unaware of her sister’s glare towards her direction.

“Do you not have anything better to do than torment poor (Y/N) or pry into my personal affairs?” Mariya chided, her tone tinged with frustration.

“What are you so mad about, sister?” She responded innocently. “The gentleman holds a prestigious position in the state; I'm sure father would approve of him.” You laughed at this, recognizing her penchant for teasing Mariya at every opportunity.

Mariya let out a huff, diverting her gaze away from her sister, choosing instead to focus on her task of styling your hair. Sofiya hovered behind her, watching the process intently.

“Ponytails again? Maybe you should let her hair remain untouched for a change.”

“Say,” Mariya interrupted, her fingers pausing mid-air in their task, “Does Mother happen to be aware of your secret exchanges with our Gardner.”

She could only stare at her sister in disbelief, listening to her unexpected threat. “You wouldn't dare.”

“I’m afraid mother and father wouldn’t approve of such a scandalous relationship, wouldn’t you agree?”

In the blink of an eye, both sisters descended into a childish squabble, with hair tugging and shoving. Before you could even turn around to intervene, you felt a harsh tug at one of your half-done ponytails, “Ouch! What did I do?”

“Sisters, Mother insists we hurry downstairs—” Your other sister Tatyana stopped at your doorway, her words dying down her throat, as she witnessed the sight before her.

“I can't believe you two.” Tatyana scolded. “Aren't you supposed to be the eldest?” It was almost laughable that their youngest sibling had to reprimand them for their childish behavior.

Both sisters huffed, releasing each other and attempting to fix their disheveled appearances. Eventually, both left the chambers to their respectful rooms to look presentable for Mother.

Sighing, Tatyana approached you, “What were they fighting about?” she inquired.

“Men.” You confessed with a sigh.

Tatyana let out a chuckle. “I figured.”

Observing your disheveled hair, Tatyana took charge. She proceeded to style your hair with deft fingers into a simple yet refined hairstyle. By the time she finished, you looked effortlessly put together, you were ready for tonight's occasion. However, you don't need to do much since your natural beauty complements almost anything. And your siblings knew that, after all, you bore the closest resemblance to your mother.

“You look beautiful darling,” Mariya complimented you warmly as all of you gathered before the arrival of the guests. “I apologize for getting carried away and not being able to finish styling your hair.” You dismiss her apologies with a warm smile.

The beauty of the night enveloped all of you in an embrace. With graceful movements and delighted expressions, everyone swayed to the music, lost in the enchantment of the moment. Yet, you and your younger brother Anatoly could only observe from a distance, being spectators to the lively scene before your eyes. You begin to notice all the details from where you sit, as your attention is drawn to your sister, Mariya, who is gracefully twirling on the dance floor with a gentleman whose face is unfamiliar to you. Could this be the renowned Ivan?

“Are you bored, sister?” Anatoly's pierce through the air, bringing you back to the present.

You glanced down at your brother, a smile playing on your lips, while you shook your head in response. “Not at all I'm content with you by my side.” The disease that afflicted your brother had left him unable to walk for extended periods. You did everything in your hand to ensure he never felt left out or isolated when events like this took place. After all, you were his older sister, someone he was fond of, a role model to follow even though you were the youngest among your sisters.

“(Y/N), Anatoly.” The sound of your parents' voices caught you by surprise, causing you to lift your eyes to meet their warm glances.

“Come along, darling.” Your mother addressed your brother first, extending her hand towards him. Anatoly took her hand and rose from his seat to follow her obediently.

Meanwhile, your father mirrored your mother’s gesture, extending his hand towards you. Confused, you stared down at his outstretched hand until he spoke, “I thought you might like a dance with your father.” Your lips broke into an excited smile at your father's proposal, and you immediately took hold of his hand, eager to share a dance with your dear father. Father had been preoccupied with his duties lately, and your longing for his presence endured until today, as you entered into a waltz with him. He held you close as you swayed to the music, both of you wearing excited smiles that illuminated the night. At that moment, everything felt perfect, nothing could ruined such a splendid night.

You momentarily forgot your original purpose for being there as you found yourself transfixed by the intact portrait of the royal family. Memories of the stories you had heard over the years flooded your mind as you gazed at each individual depicted in the painting. “Czar Aleksandr and his wife, Agata Stroganov.” You began to whisper their rightful names to yourself, observing the previous leaders of the country standing at the center of the portrait surrounded by their children. “Mariya, Sofiya, Tatyana, Anatoly.” And lastly, your gaze landed on the supposed last survivor of the family along with the Czar's mother, the Grand Duchess, the youngest of the sisters. Somehow, her painting felt oddly familiar the longer you stared at her form.

“Who's there?” A grave voice echoed through the grand palace, jolting you back to the present moment. Panicked, you hurriedly descended from the grand stairs, your heart pounding with adrenaline.

“Hey, wait a minute!” the voice of a man persisted as you attempted to leave the palace. But you were unable to as a man with white locks descended from the other stairs, accompanied by a black-haired man trailing behind him, effectively blocking your path, as you stopped your tracks in the middle of the stairs.

“Who are you?” He demanded. “How did you get in here?—” The man's countenance slowly drastically changed, as his sapphire eyes widened as he studied you intently. You can only stand there, as both men stare at you as if they found a valuable treasure.

“I'm sorry, I never meant to trespass.” You began feeling unease under their intense gazes, clearing any misunderstanding, not wanting to be pointed out as a trespasser or a thief. “I was told that if I came here, I could get the help I need.”

The white-haired man blinked owlishly, barely acknowledging your words, instead, he turned to the black-haired man beside him, his expression breaking into a wide smile. “Suguru, are you seeing what I'm seeing?”

“I can't believe it.”

“Excuse me.” You interjected, regaining confidence as you grew impatient when both men left you out of the conversation. “Can you two help me with what I need?”

The white-haired man turned his attention back to you, as he exclaimed, “Right! I apologize for my poor manners.” He ascended the stairs to approach you, and when he did, he couldn't help but inspect you from head to toe, practically circling around your form.

“What—Why are you circling me? I noticed the way you two look at me. And I don't like it, it makes me uncomfortable.”

“Satoru, don't overwhelm the lady.” The black-haired man whose name is Suguru chided the other.

“My apologies again, I got a little carried away.” Satoru concedes, stepping back, and raising his hands in a placating gesture.

“A little?” You retort, crossing your arms together against your chest. “Are you going to stop circling around and staring down at me like a vulture?”

“Anyway,” He replied smoothly, discarding your insult. “I don't think I've properly introduced myself. My name is Satoru Gojo but you can call me just Satoru. And the gentleman behind me is Suguru Geto.”

“Very well,” You began your tone tinged with a hint of skepticism, as you proceeded to introduce yourself. “I am (Y/N).”

Satoru arched an eyebrow upon hearing your name. “(Y/N)?” he inquired with curiosity. “As the Grand Duchess (Y/N)?”

“Yes, apparently me and the Grand Duchess share the same name. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Pardon my curiosity, but do you not possess a last name?” Suguru was the one who interjected this time as he approached you and Satoru.

“Unfortunately, no.” You elaborated with a sigh, “I was found wandering alone when I was only ten years old.”

Satoru hummed thoughtfully as he listened to your words. “So, you're an orphan?” He remarked.

“Yes. I know it's strange,” You admitted, “But I don't recall much about my past, just scattered fragments.”

Satoru glanced back at Suguru, his expression unreadable, before muttering, “Perfect.”

“However.” You added, a glimmer of hope evident in your voice as you reached for the necklace adorning your collarbone. “I do have a clue. And that clue leads me to Paris. So, that's why I am here. I have been told you're the right person to help me obtain travel papers.”

“Hmm, well. It is a funny coincidence you see, since we both are heading to Paris.” He mused with a charming smile, digging a hand into one of his pockets, to reveal three gleaming tickets held in his hand. “But," he continued, his tone taking on a more serious note, “The third ticket belongs to the Grand Duchess.”

You gasped in astonishment as both men took hold of your arms and turned you around, directing your gaze to the portrait you had been studying earlier. “I'm not sure if you've noticed, my dear, but you bear a striking resemblance to the Grand Duchess.”

“I do?”

“Of course! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Your eyes, your physical stature, your hair, you even possessed Aleksandr’s smile.”

“And Agata's countenance.” Suguru chimed in, his agreement echoing Satoru's sentiment. “We are destined to reunite the Grand Duchess with her grandmother, Nadya Stroganov in Paris.”

You let out a laugh, unable to contain your disbelief. “Are you implying that I am the Grand Duchess?”

“Exactly.”

“Alright, you managed to confirm my theories, you two are crazy.”

Before you could turn around to leave, Satoru stood in your path. “Just think about it,” He urged. “You're headed to Paris in search of answers, aren't you? Perhaps you're looking for family, someone who can provide you answers of who you are. Your supposed family, and the Duchess's remaining family both reside in Paris. Do you need me to connect the dots any further?”

You tried to interject, but Satoru quickly pressed on. “Have you ever considered the possibility that you might be royalty?”

“I mean, isn't it every girl's dream to be a princess or something like that?”

Satoru let out a sigh before stepping closer to you, his imposing stature momentarily giving you pause, but you held your ground. “We're not discussing dreams here, we're talking about history.” He said earnestly.

You didn't even realize when he reached out and took your hand in his, offering a reassuring squeeze. “I'm giving you the opportunity to find out who you really are. And if you happen to be a duchess, then that's what we'll find out.”

Soon, he released your hand and returned the tickets into his coat. “But I won't pressure you anymore. This ticket is for the Grand Duchess, and since you believe you're not her, I can't do much but wish you good luck in finding your family.”

With that, he turned to leave, gesturing for Suguru to follow him. Both men descended the stairs, leaving you standing there in contemplation.

“What are you doing?” Suguru hissed in annoyance at his friend's earlier actions. "Are you seriously letting her go?”

“Relax,” Satoru replied, his voice under a whisper. "I had it all under control. Besides, do you honestly think she'll be able to make it to Paris without our help? She'll come around, you'll see.”

“I hope you're right.” Suguru groaned.

It didn't take long before your shout echoed through the palace. “Satoru, Suguru, wait!” you called out, as you ran towards them.

“See, I told you.” Satoru remarked with a smirk. Suguru rolled his eyes in response.

He swiftly turned around to face you, feigning surprise. “Oh, you called us?”

“Okay, fine. You're right on certain things.” You conceded. “I may not remember who I am, but who gets to say I'm not a duchess or a princess, or whatever she is right? And if I am not the duchess, they will know right away, and all it will be a simple mistake.”

Satoru nodded in agreement. “Sounds like the perfect plan.”

“Either way, it gets you to Paris.” Suguru added with an anticipated smile. “Is the best option you have.”

“He's right, sweetheart. So, Do we have a deal?”

Your lips curled into a smile as you nodded, taking his hand in a sudden shake. “Deal!” But Satoru quickly withdrew his hand, wincing in pain.

“Ah, I'm sorry—” You immediately offered your apologies, not expecting to hurt him with a simple handshake.

Satoru waved off your apology, swiftly returning to his usual demeanor. “After you, Your Grace.”

In that moment, the weight that had burdened you disappeared. Finally, you had the chance to find your family and fill the void that had haunted you for as long as you could recall.

“I cannot believe this. Can you at least sit up straight? Instead of slumping against the seat like a drunkard.”

“Oh, I am sorry. I never thought of you as a royal expert. But I guess that’s just me.”

“You’re funny. Isn’t she funny? Who do you think is going to teach you all the things you need to know to make it believable?”

“You know what? It’s going to be a long trip, and I don’t want to start on it with a headache. If you’re kind enough to shut your face for at least, I don’t know, the whole trip? I will appreciate it.”

“You—”

“Seriously, you two are already behaving like a married couple.” Suguru complains, trying to refocus his attention on the newspaper on his hands, it hasn’t been an hour inside the train and you and Satoru are at each other’s throat.

“Isn’t my fault that every little thing I do bothers him.”

“Well, the least you can do is listen to my advice. Instead of acting like a brat.” Satoru retorted, his tone tinged with frustration.

You narrowed your eyes, before you turned to look out the window beside you. Unable to bear the sight of the man in front of you. It would be a long trip, and there wasn't much to do but watch the landscape outside. However, that wasn't much of an option with everything covered in snow. So, Suguru kindly provided you with one of his books to entertain yourself for a while.

Soon, the tranquility was short-lived as Satoru returned from wherever he was, taking a seat beside you. “Listen,” He began, “I believe we got off on the wrong foot.”

“I believe we did, but I appreciate your apology for disturbing me ever since we met.” You acknowledged, not bothering to lift your eyes off the book on your hands.

Satoru chuckled. “Who mentioned anything about apologizing? I shouldn’t be apologizing when all I did was helping you. Instead, you should be apologizing to me.”

“Look,” You replied, setting down the book in your lap finally meeting his gaze, “I know there's a lot you want to teach me, but for now, all I want is some peace and quiet, especially from all your chattering.”

He scowled, shifting so he was seated across from you. “We really need to work on your behavior too. You're too rebellious.” He remarked sternly. After that, an uneasy silence settled between the two of you.

You couldn't bear the tension any longer, so you stood up to get some fresh air, away from him. However, your attempt was thwarted when both of his legs blocked your path. “Excuse me, could you move?” You asked, trying to maintain your composure.

He made no move to shift, his gaze wandering everywhere but to you. “Hello? Are you mute?” You tried again, hoping to regain his attention, your patient running low.

“Oh, forgive me.” Satoru quipped, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, “I thought you said you preferred silence.” Your frustration peaked, realizing you had no choice but to clamber out, stepping on the seats with your dirty shoes.

“Ugh, you're insufferable!” Those were your last words as you stepped out, slamming the door behind you.

It wasn't long before Suguru returned and took a seat beside the white-haired man. Upon noticing his expression, he couldn't help but inquire, “What's your problem?”

“She's my problem.” Satoru replied, gesturing towards the direction you went with a disgruntled expression. “I'm telling you, Suguru, that girl is getting on my nerves.”

“It's partially your fault.”

“How's that my fault?” He demanded, his tone defensive. “She’s impossible!”

“For starters, you have a habit of running your mouth like a fool.” Suguru said, punctuating his statement by hitting Satoru's mouth with the back of his book.

Hours passed by and the freezing weather contrasted with the cozy atmosphere of the train, lulling you into a deep sleep, as you stretched across your seat. Meanwhile, Satoru dozed off in an upright position, his arms folded across his chest, exhaustion dawning upon him.

But suddenly, he was jolted awake by a shake, his vision slowly starting to clear only to find his friend hovering over him, wearing a troubled expression. “Suguru? What's the matter?”

“We've got a problem. We need to head back to the luggage van. They'll realize our travel papers are fake; they've changed the colors.”

“What?” He exclaimed, rising from his seat and casting off the haze of slumber that clouded his senses.

“Quick, wake her from her slumber before we're discovered.” Suguru urged urgently, gathering the luggage before they could find them.

Great, another burden on his shoulder. Could this day get any worse?

“Do you really need to be this close to me?” Oh, it can. Isn’t like he wants to be this near you, but what can he do in this situation? There’s barely enough space for the three of you.

“I apologize, Your Grace but we are doing the best we can to get you to your destination.” Satoru responded, his tone polite yet tinged with a touch of annoyance.

The interior of the luggage van proved to be a stark contrast to the warmth of the train cabins. Clad in your worn coat, you clutched it tightly around your frame, seeking whatever warmth it could offer amidst the biting chill of the confined space. You just hope everything you’re going through, it will be worth it in the end.

(Y/N)!

Huh? A voice echoed through the cramped space of the luggage van. Surprised, you lifted your head, scanning the dimly lit surroundings for the source of the sound. However, none of the men present seemed to have uttered your name. Could it have been a figment of your imagination? A sudden sharp pain pierced through your senses, causing you to instinctively clutch your head in distress.

“Nana!” A childlike voice calls out.

“Oh, darling! How I missed you.” The elder woman dressed in opulent attires exclaimed, pulling the little girl into a warm embrace. “My sweet child, you have grown since our last encounter.”

“I have missed you too so much! Why don't you stay over at the palace more often, Nana?”

The elder woman smiled at her granddaughter's inquiry, raising her hand to caress her cheek tenderly. “I wish I could, my darling, but circumstances dictate otherwise. That's why I've brought you a small treasure.”

“A Treasure?” The little girl's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Soon, in her hands rested an oval-shaped music box, its exterior made of gold, adorned with delicate details, such as white shiny pearls, and intricate floral motifs. With a graceful motion, the elder woman retrieved a delicate key from around her neck, its intricate design catching the light as she held it aloft. Inserting the key into the ornate lock, it unveil the figures within. The dancing figures come to life with a beautiful melody echoing within the walls of the box, almost like they are trying to share a tale with those who are willing to listen. The girl's eyes widened in wonder as she beheld the mesmerizing sight before her, her heart filled with a sense of fascination.

“Whenever I am away, my dear, just imagine it's me singing to you.” She imparted tenderly, nestling the box into the young girl's palm. Afterward, she delicately fastened the necklace, ensuring the key and its ornate pendant rested against the girl's chest.

On the wind. Cross the sea. Heard this song and remember. Soon, you will be home with me. Once upon a December.

“(Y/N)!” Satoru's urgent voice broke through your daze, bringing you back to the present with a start. Gasping, you looked around in a panic, only to find yourself still in the cramped luggage van with the two men.

“Hey, what's wrong?” he says placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, trying to get your focus on him. Soon Suguru is by Satorus's side, his eyes carrying a hint of concern.

“I...I don't.” You began to stammer, the words catching in your throat, still in a state of disorientation.

Satoru noticed your state of mind, he grasped your hands with a firm squeeze. “Breathe, You're here with us.” He reassured.

Satoru's firm grip and comforting words eventually calmed the tempest raging within you, allowing you to draw a deep, steadying breath, regaining your composure as well.

A genuine smile spread across his lips, acknowledging your newfound calm. “Well done.”

“Are you alright?” Suguru's concerned inquiry drew your attention, prompting you to meet the anxious gazes of both men.

With a nod and a reassuring smile, you replied, “I'll be fine.” As you glanced down at your hands resting in your lap, you noticed that Satoru's grip still lingered. Satoru followed your gaze and noticed this right away. Clearing his throat, he releases you.

“Thank you.” You expressed your gratitude.

Satoru simply nodded in acknowledgment, avoiding your gaze. You were too busy observing the man in front of you, Suguru's comment barely went through your senses. “Ah, you two.”

The heartfelt moment was abruptly shattered by a violent jolt that sent the contents of the van tumbling and nearly threw you all against the walls. Satoru's swift reflexes prevented you from harm as he steadied you. “What is happening!” He exclaimed alarmed, as the three of you tried to make sense of the sudden chaos by rising from the floor. Suguru was the first to react, dashing towards the door to see what was going. As soon he swung it open, his eyes widened in shock at the sight before him—the van had become detached from the rest of the train.

“Crap.”

Satoru joined Suguru's side, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before them, not only the train is speeding at a dangerous pace but the coming railings magically disappeared. “We have to get off this train now.” He concludes to his friend, before proceeding to retrieve their luggage.

“What's happening?” You asked, your voice filled with concern.

“I don't know but this train is out of control, we need to get off this train unless you have a dying wish.”

“Are you insane? If we jump, we will be dead too!”

The van shakes you three once again, causing you all to lose equilibrium, you are running out of time and you must take a final decision. “It's now or never!” Satoru shouted, seizing their belongings and opening the other hatch with Suguru’s help. Thankfully, the grand amount of snow below would cushion the fall. With a grunt, the three of you leaped from the speeding train, landing safely in the soft, white snow below, as the train proceed to marched until it fell off the rails landing into the dark abyss.

Seeking for breath, you managed to lift your head off the snow, struggling to sit up. “Is everyone alright!”

Satoru was the first to confirm, groaning aloud and massaging the back of his head. “I think I've broken my neck.” He muttered in pain.

Suguru followed suit, running a hand through his black hair, “There goes our ride.” He lamented.

“There it goes my last chance in getting to know who I am.”

“Alright, everyone.” Satoru interposed, standing on his feet. “Let's not get discouraged, we'll find our way to Paris one way or another.”

“And how do you propose we do that?” You inquired, shaking the snow off your attire as you stood up.

“We'll start by heading straight until we reach Germany. From there, we'll catch a bus to take us further, and eventually, a boat will carry us to Paris.”

“But," Suguru added as he began to extract their luggage from the pile of snow, “before you meet the emperor, we have to visit someone else first.”

“What do you mean? I thought I would meet the empress first.”

Suguru cast a puzzled glance back at his friend, who shot him a glare when he revealed this information to you. “What? You wanted to keep it a secret until we got there? She deserves to know.”

“And who this someone I must see?”

“The empress's first cousin, her name is Marina. We have to pass through her first, to make it believable.” Suguru elucidate.

“Oh no, no, no! I was never told I was supposed to prove I was the grand Duchess,” You protested, your anger boiled over “I'm not exactly royal material!”

Satoru approached you, attempting to quell your anger. “That's precisely why we're here. We'll teach you everything you need to know.” Frustrated, you contemplated walking away, but the falling snow kept you rooted.

Suguru placed a hand on your shoulder, gently turning you to face him.

“I understand it's daunting, but you're not alone in this. There's nothing back there for you. However, you have a future awaiting you in Paris. Regardless of the truth, we will stick beside you. You're so close to finding the truth, let's not stop now.” Though hesitation still lingered within you, the sincerity shining in Suguru's deep black eyes compelled you to reconsider.

In the end, you relented with a sigh, “Fine. Teach me everything you know; it's not like I have any other options. Suguru nodded with a smile, releasing his hold on you.

Only for Satoru to step in, embracing you by the side. “Good decision; you won't regret it.”

You huffed, pushing him off you. “You talk too much.” you teased a hint of playfulness in your voice, despite your efforts to conceal the fact that you were growing fond of them. “Let's not waste any more time than, I'm freezing all over.”

“Get this little rascal out of here! We cannot afford to be late for the banquet!” A stern voice of a man demanded, harshly grabbing the little boy’s arm and dragging him out of the kitchen.

“Please forgive my son, sir. He's only eight years old, you know how children are.” Pleaded the gentle voice of his mother.

The other man scowled, releasing the boy and throwing him against his mother. “It better be the last time he does this” He growled.

The young one struggled to comprehend why he was looked down upon when he only wanted to fill his hunger.

“Listen to me you can't do this ever again, you heard me. Such actions cannot be repeated otherwise you will bring trouble for both of us.” His mother admonished with a tender yet firm tone. Unfortunately, constrained by his low status, there was little he could do but comply with commands. With his mother being a servant, he was bound by the same duties and obligations. However, in his heart, he wished for a life free from such hardships. Currently, he found himself seated on the steps leading to the grand garden, his stomach gnawing with hunger. Yet, his mother assured him that she would return with food once her tasks were fulfilled.

“Wow, Your eyes are like sapphires!” The sudden voice almost made his heart skip a beat. He turned his head toward the direction of the voice and saw a boy, probably younger than him, standing inches away from where he was seated. As he studied the boy's attire, he realized that he was likely part of the royal family.

“Anatoly!” A feminine voice echoed through the halls, halting him in his tracks. “You shouldn't wander off like that.” Soon, his eyes met those of a stunning girl of his age, clad in exquisite and graceful attire, her visage radiant under the golden sunlight. She was absolutely gorgeous.

“Sister, I've made a new friend.” The boy announced eagerly, his eyes bright with anticipation. The other girl, puzzled, followed her brother's gaze until it settled on the boy seated nearby.

The girl and the boy with sapphire eyes and white locks locked gazes for what felt like an eternity before she pierced the silence with her sweet voice. “I didn't know we had company. I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you.”

He felt like a fool, unable to tear his gaze away from the beautiful girl standing before him. Pushing down his true feelings, he spoke softly. “I'm Satoru. Nice to meet you too.” Since that encounter, the two children began to sneak out to play with him, vowing to keep their little secret playtime hidden from others. Maybe being the son of a servant isn't such a terrible thing after all.

“What is this?” You remarked, eyeing the garment in Satorus's hands with a raised eyebrow after he announced he had bought it for you along with other things.

“A dress? Have you not seen a dress before?”

You rolled your eyes at his comment. “Yes, I have seen dresses, but this isn't a dress. This is a tent.” The dress boasted a striking hue, yet its extraordinary length certainly caught the eye.

“Stop jesting, will you?” Satoru chided, handing you the garment. “Go and try it on.”

“I suppose this will have to do. My appearance barely is enough to represent such status.”

Satoru paused, his stride halting as the uncertainty in your voice caught his attention. Slowly, he turned to face you, his gaze piercing yet tender as it met yours. “I hope you're not serious. This is just a simple dress. Your true beauty lies beyond the fabric.” His words caught you off guard, and you found yourself momentarily speechless. As you met his gaze, you could feel your heart fluttering in your chest. Did he really mean all of it? Then, without warning, Satoru found himself drawn closer to you, his hand reaching out to delicately sweep aside a stray tendril of hair that veiled your countenance, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “You are already beautiful, this should be the least of your concerns.”

Immobile, you found yourself under his intense gaze, not knowing what to do in his kind of situation. All that escaped your lips was a mere whisper, “Satoru...”

Realization washed over him like a tide, swiftly withdrawing his touch. “I... I shall await you upstairs.” He stated, his words bearing the weight of unspoken emotions.

“Of course.” You replied, trying to regain composure, though your heart raced restlessly. What was all that about?

Suguru was busy reading one of his books before his eye caught Satoru's disheveled appearance coming from downstairs a smirk dancing on his lips. “What happened to you?” He quipped, unable to resist teasing his friend.

“Shut it.” Satoru retorted tersely, taking a seat across from his friend and joining his arms together against his chest.

The white-haired boy found himself laughing hysterically at the sight of his friend struggling with the snug dress, his stomach already hurting from laughing nonstop. “Are you preparing to perform at a circus?”

The little girl went to smack the boy's shoulder, not finding anything amusing about his comment. Her excitement from earlier of showing her attire to her friend vanished. “You're so mean. This is my dancing dress, something you wouldn't understand.” She retorted with an eye roll.

He hummed thoughtfully as he circled around her, inquiring, “Dancing dress, huh?”

“Hmm, that's what Mother calls it.”

The boy nodded stopping his inspection, extending his hand towards the girl. “Can you at least teach this servant boy how to dance, or do you not know how to yet?”

The other girl became flustered by his teasing, replying, “Of course, I know how to dance! Just watch me!”

She went to take the boy's hand, recalling what she had been taught, except she was a little nervous, counting the steps inside her head. In her nervousness, she accidentally stepped on the other's foot. “Ow! Watch where you're stepping!”

“It's your fault.” She bickers back, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You're hopeless.” the other boy teased, sticking out his tongue.

“Uff! I don't want to dance anymore. Let's do something else." she suggested.

Before she could turn around, the other boy called her out. “You know, I lied earlier.” He confessed, taking the other by surprise.

“About what?”

“The dress looks nice on you.” he admitted, averting his gaze.

She hummed proudly. “I knew you were lying.”

“Though your dancing skills are terrible, you may kill someone with those steps.”

“Shut up.” She retorted with a playful grin.

Satoru winced as Suguru out of nowhere, nudged his side. “The dress you chose was impeccable, it suits her splendidly” Suguru remarked, directing his gaze toward you. Satoru followed suit, and the sight before him left him breathless. Indeed, Suguru's observation was astute; the dress he had selected appeared to be crafted specifically for you. With your hair elegantly gathered in a ponytail, framing your visage, and the attire gracefully embracing your form, Satoru found himself unable to tear his eyes away from you.

“Why don't you ask her for a dance?” Suguru prodded Satoru, gesturing subtly in your direction.

Right...Right!

He quickly approached you, extending his hand with a gallant gesture. “May I have this dance?” he asked, a hint of nervousness underlying his confident demeanor.

You accepted with a smile, feeling a flutter of excitement growing in your chest. “You may.”

Both of you commenced a waltz, the graceful movements flowing seamlessly between you, synchronized as if you had danced together for years. Initially, you took the lead, your steps hesitant yet eager, but Satoru swiftly took over, guiding you with a gentle touch and a patient demeanor. The sun began its descent, casting hues of gold and orange across the sky, adding a touch of grace to the scene.

“I think I'm feeling a little lightheaded." You eventually confessed with a laugh, “I think it's because of all the spinning.”

Satoru chuckled, his hold on you still firm. “Me too.”

And there it was, the same expression from earlier, as though he wanted to confess something to you. You didn't even realize the dance had stopped. The two of you could only gaze into each other's eyes, with a thousand unspoken words lingering between you. Soon, both of your faces were mere inches apart, and you could feel the anticipation building in the air. With bated breath, you closed your eyes, leaning forward ever so slightly. However, his touch never came. When you opened your eyes, you found him gazing at your lips with a resigned expression.

“You're doing well.” He murmured softly, releasing his hold on you before turning away, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions and unanswered questions.

You were tempted to reach out for him, yet a sense of intuition urged you to allow him his space. Suguru, with a resigned sigh, positioned himself beside you. “He's always been this way. Just give him time.”

As night descended, the confines of the shared room enveloped you. Satoru offered you the bed to you, opting for the floor, while Suguru claimed the upper bunk. Despite the weariness that settled upon the men, sleep eluded you, your mind a labyrinth of restless contemplation. After what felt like hours your mind gradually surrendered to the soothing embrace of sleep, offering a temporary respite from the whirlwind of thoughts and uncertainties that had plagued your consciousness. Anyway, it doesn't matter what you think anymore, you're this close to getting to Paris, it's too late to retract at this point.

Sister, sister, another reverie enfolds, could be another one of those dreams that have plagued your mind lately? In a blink, it whisked you back to the resplendent palace back in your hometown, except everything looked so vivid as opulent chandeliers cast a radiant glow upon the grandeur that surrounded it. Almost like you were pulled back into a memory.

Sister! The persistence of the voice compelled you to turn in its direction. As soon as you do, you are arrested by the vision of a young woman, her countenance aglow with the radiance of youth. Could it be?

A “Mariya.” escapes your lips, recognizing her as the esteemed Grand Duchess from the regal portrait. Why is the Grand Duchess in your dream?

She stands before you, extending her hand to clasp yours, drawing you into her embrace with an air of familiarity. “Sister, how you've blossomed!” She exclaims, her words imbued with a prescient warmth. “I always harbored the conviction that you would metamorphose into a vision of ethereal beauty.” You were lost for words upon hearing her kind words, an urge to return the gesture grew within you and before you could reciprocate the symphony of approaching footsteps reverberated through the hallowed halls, heralding the arrival of two other figures, sprinting towards you with effervescent joy.

“Sister!” They cry in unison, enfolding you in their sisterly embrace. They orbit you with peals of laughter, their adulation palpable in every word.

“You look resplendent, sister.” They proclaim, their gazes alighting upon your attire. You followed their eyes, casting your eyes downward, you behold yourself draped in a resplendent gown of sunlit hue, cascading in luxurious swathes to grace your ankles. Its neckline, artfully sculpted to accentuate the delicate curve of your collarbone, is bedecked with the finest of jewels, each gem a testament to regal heritage. In this moment, you embody the very essence of a Grand Duchess, ensconced in a tapestry of magnificence befitting your exalted station.

Startled, you gingerly lift the edges of your gown, your fingers delicately tracing the intricate patterns woven into the fabric. As your gaze sweeps over your attire, a sense of wonderment floods your senses. Adverting your gaze off the attire, your eyes landed on the two girls who claimed they were your sisters. Tatyana and Sofiya Stroganov.

The two sisters, sensing your amazement, share an affectionate glance before each taking one of your hands in theirs. “We've missed you dearly, come on join us.” they chime in unison, their voices a melodious symphony of sisterly affection. With a mischievous glint in their eyes, they gently tug on your hands, urging you to join them in a playful dance. Your heart sings with joy as you join in the merry dance, the sensation of belonging washing over you like a gentle tide. With each move across the polished expanse of the palace floor, you feel a sense of liberation, as if the weight of the world has been lifted from your shoulders. The grandeur of the palace fades into the background as you become lost in the joy of the moment, spinning and twirling with your sisters in a blissful reverie. This is where you belong.

As the dance of joy reaches its crescendo, the touch of your sisters vanishes. With a start, you open your eyes to find that your sisters were never there, their presence merely a figment of your imagination. A pang of longing courses through your heart, tears threatening to spill at the harsh truth that lies ahead. As you stand in solitude amidst the resplendent opulence of the palace, a voice pierces through the silence, drawing your attention like a beacon in the night.

“Darling.”

Turning towards the sound, your heart skips a beat as you behold the imposing figure of Czar Aleksandr, standing before you. Strangely a surge of emotion wells up within you as you struggle to find your voice.

“Father.” You whisper, the word escaping your lips in a hushed breath, laden with vulnerability. As he draws near, his gaze tender yet inscrutable, you are overcome by a sense of trepidation mingled with hope.

“My beautiful, beautiful daughter.” The words uttered with a tenderness that cuts through the air like a sharp blade, bring forth a flood of emotions that you can no longer contain. Despite your efforts to maintain composure, tears spill uncontrollably down your cheeks, each drop a testament to the depth of your longing and the ache of unfulfilled yearning. The walls you had erected around your heart crumble, leaving you vulnerable and exposed before him. His hands, weathered yet gentle, reach out to cradle your face. His lips pressed softly against your forehead in a gesture of paternal love. I want to stay, in this whimsical fantasy, I wish to stay, to fill this void inside of me. Lifting your gaze from the tender touch of your father, you are surprised to see you have more company approaching. A woman, dignified yet weary, walks hand in hand with a young boy whose steps falter with each limp.

“Mother, Anatoly.” you whisper, the words escaping your lips in a breathless murmur.

“Sweetheart.” Your mother's voice carries a soothing melody as she speaks. “Please cease those tears do not cry anymore.” How can you not cry when they are gone while you are living carefree.

“Sister, dont cry.” Anatoly's voice floats towards you as he approaches your side, enfolding your waist in a tender embrace.

With a sweep of your hand, you wipe away the tears that cling to your cheeks. You caress the top of Anatoly's head, imparting a silent reassurance. “Alright, I will not cry no more.”

With your reassurance, Anatoly went to his mother's side. With a heavy heart, you watch as your beloved parents, accompanied by Anatoly, begin to depart, turning their backs on you their figures receding into the shadows. A sense of panic grips you as you realize that they are slipping away, leaving you behind in a world suddenly devoid of their comforting presence. Desperate to hold onto the fleeting moment of togetherness, you try to follow them but find your feet rooted to the ground as if held fast by invisible chains. You pleaded desperately, begging them to stay with you, just a little longer, even if all of this wasn't real.

“Please don't leave me.” You cry out into the void, the sound of your own voice reverberating off the walls. You shut your eyes tightly, seeking solace in the darkness of your solitude.

“They are gone.” A voice halted your crying, drawing your attention to the unfamiliar surroundings around you. Gazing around the unknown space, you find yourself no longer surrounded by the grandeur of the palace.

“Who's there?” you shouted, scanning the surroundings, only to find an abrupt shift in the atmosphere, shrouded in an eerie feeling that unsettled your senses.

“They are dead, why must you persist?” The voice echoed, causing your breath to quicken and a ringing sensation to fill your ears. “They are dead, do you think they would want to see you?” it continued, each word weighing heavily on your heart.

“Please, stop.” You begged helplessly, but the voice persisted, recounting a harrowing tale. “Apprehended against their will, deceived they were, reunited in a dimly lit room for a photo, unaware of the impending danger.” they continued, its words painting a vivid picture of despair each syllable piercing through your soul like a dagger. “Countless firearms lifted and directed toward them, shooting at gunpoint without hesitation. Their blood mingled with each other, the blood of your father, mother, your sisters, and your brother Anatoly, who couldn't have the chance to heal and walk like a normal boy. The Czar was a despiteful leader, he's the one who made his people suffer with empty promises, and caused the demise of his family.”

Feeling overwhelmed by everything, you let cry out a gut-wrenching cry, till it tears the walls of your throat.

“You should have died that night along with them. You have no right to breathe when they were the ones who met a tragic end.”

With ragged breaths, you unleash a defiant shout into the void, your voice ringing out with fierce determination. “Show yourself, coward. Show yourself if you are brave enough to denigrate my family!”

As the sound of dragging chains fills the air, a primal sense of fear grips you, rendering you momentarily paralyzed in its icy grip. Emerging from the shadows like a specter from the depths of your darkest nightmares, a figure cloaked in brown, tattered coat steps into view. Though, his face remains hidden.

“(Y/N). Poor innocent (Y/N) Looking for a family who no longer exists.” The voice taunts the words laced with venomous contempt. Each repetition is a cruel mockery of your goals.

“Who are you?” You inquire with a trembling voice.

“Ah,” He says, feigning offense, his words dripping with disdain. “Are you saying you don't remember me? But of course, you barely recall your family. What would you remember about this old man?”

A pang of confusion grips you as you struggle to make sense of his words.

He emmited a low chuckle witnessing your struggle. “Think, carefully. December 18th, 1916.”

“Oh, Nana thank you so much for this treasure!” The little girl expressed brightly holding her gift close.

The elder woman caresses her granddaughter's locks, as she murmurs softly with a vow, “It will be our secret lullaby.” Promising a melody to cherish in the days to come.

But the tranquility is shattered by a disheartening scream that pierced through the air, drawing the attention of all within the palace walls. Eyes turns towards the entrance as a man, his features twisted into a menacing scowl, while he strides bodily into the grand hall, his presence commanding respect and instilling fear in those who dare to meet his gaze.

The Czar immediately went to block the man’s path. “How dare you come here. You’re no longer welcome!”

The other man laughed, not believing the Czar’s words. “Ah, Aleksandr. I thought we were family, how can you speak to me that way? After all we have been though.”

“You have lost the right to call us your family. Not after you have done to my son Anatoly. You are a traitor!”

“You questioned my methods without seeing the results.” He roared. “That boy won’t heal without my helps and you know it, Czar.”

“Those methods you say, are vile, impure. I refuse to let my family under your malicious intents.” The Czar stated with unyielding resolve. “Now leave! I never want to see your face ever again!”

“So is that how it will be, Czar?” He sneered.

“You dare to disrespect the great Rasputin.” He continues, his voice rising with indignation. “Very well, so I shall place a curse upon you and your family.”

The Czar’s expression hardens, his jaw set in a grin line as he braces himself against the impending threat. “You dare to threaten me and my family?”

With a wave of his hand, Rasputin conjures a powerful gust of wind that swept a through the palace, rattling the doors and windows with an otherworldly force.

“Oh, I dare.” He declares, “Listen to my words. You and your family will meet your demise on the fourth night. And I will not rest until I see the Stroganov’s linage gone!”

“(Y/N). That man sounds scary.” You chuckled at Annie’s comment in the middle of your storytelling. Ruffling her hair affectionately, you reassured her.

“Don’t worry. Those are tales, It wouldn’t be possible that the Stroganov’s family was wiped out by a man’s curse.”

“Rasputin!”

The man hummed, “Now you know who am I.”

“You—Why did you killed my family?” You demand, your question hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

“I won’t explain my motives to a dull girl like you. Just know that I won’t rest until I see you dead too.” With a swift movement, he seized your wrist, his grasp like iron unyielding as he pulled you closer to him. With this proximity, his features came into view, you can see his countenance filled with malevolence. “I will follow your every move until I see you draw your last breath!”

“Let me go!” Your cries are unheard , as darkness envelops you in a suffocating embrace, leaving you powerless. (Y/N)…

(Y/N)!

Gasping loudly, you awaken from your slumber, your heart racing with panic as you struggle to orient yourself. “(Y/N)!” Someone calls out to you, yet their voice remains a distant echo in the recesses of your mind. Your mind is consumed by the tumultuous images that still linger in your subconscious.

Soon strong hands grip your face, trying to connect you back in the present. Then, your focus started to take place, as your eyes met with the sight of Satoru’s face. His eyes search yours with concern. “(Y/N), can you heard me?”

“What…What happened?” You managed to utter.

“You had a nightmare.” Satoru explains gently. “I sensed something was wrong and I followed you. You left the room in your sleep and got here. If I haven’t gotten in time, you probably would have jumped off the boat.”

In that moment, the weight of your despair crashes over you like a tidal wave, unable to hold back your feelings. With a chocked sob, you launch yourself into his arms, seeking comfort in the warmth of his embrace.

“It was horrible, Satoru.” You whispered, sinking your face into his chest.

Satoru holds you close, his embrace turning into a refuge from the turmoil that rages within you. “It’s alright. It was just a nightmare. I’m here, I won’t leave you alone.”

Never again.

“Marina, I cannot endure this any longer.” Startled, Marina turned to see the elder woman standing before her, her gaze filled with concern, upon hearing the pain lacing in her voice.

“Mademoiselle, whatever do you mean?”

“I can't bear to see other girls claiming to be my grandmother.” She confesses, her heart heavy with the weight of the deception that surrounds her. “My heart cannot endure it any longer.”

“Mademoiselle, I know it's a painful thing to do. If I may speak frankly isn't the time yet to lose our hopes. I believe your niece is alive somewhere in the world. You just have to let her come to you.”

“Marina, I have no desire to discuss that matter any further.” The elder woman states firmly. “Can't you see that I'm getting older? I don't wish to torture me this way anymore, I shall let my family rest in peace..”

“But, Imperial Highness” Marina begins, but she is swiftly interrupted.

“Please, respect my wishes.” She implores, her final words carrying a weight of finality that brooks no argument. With a sorrowful glance, she turns and leaves the room.

“Ah, her Imperial Highness is so stubborn.” Marina murmured under her breath, a sigh escaping her lips. She then turned her attention to the letter that lay before her, penned by her beloved Suguru.

“When on earth will you be arriving?” She mused aloud. According to his letter, her beloved explains he had found someone who could potentially be the Grand Duchess, a discovery that filled Marina with a sense of optimism. Perhaps this newfound lead would be enough to persuade her Imperial Highness to reconsider her stance to meet with the woman, and to finally be reunited with her lost family.

Three days later, Marina receives word that her beloved Suguru will finally be arriving. Ecstatic, she waits eagerly at her house, anticipation coursing through her veins as she counts down the moments until his arrival.

When Suguru finally arrives at the door, Marina's heart leaps with joy. “Suguru!" She exclaims excitedly, rushing forward to greet him with open arms. Pulling him close, she presses her lips to his in a tender kiss, savoring the sweetness of their reunion.

“Oh, how I missed you.” Marina whispers, her voice filled with genuine affection as she gazes into Suguru's eyes, her heart overflowing with love for the man who holds her heart.

“I have missed you too, my love.” Suguru replies, his voice tinged with warmth as he returns her embrace.

Ahem.

Right. How could she forget that she would be having more company? With a sheepish smile, Marina reluctantly departs from Suguru's embrace and turns her attention to the others who have arrived. “Please, come right in.”

Once inside, Marina finds herself staring at you in awe, her eyes widening with a sense of wonder as she takes in your appearance. How is this possible. “Darling, you look so alike to the Grand Duchess.” she murmurs, forgetting about everyone else. None of those girls before has come to look so much to the Grand Duchess, but now you are here standing in front of her with so much resemblance, it almost feels like a dream come true.

Being aware of her intense gaze, Marina quickly apologizes, realizing her lapse in manners. “Ah, where are my manners? Please, come sit down, darling,” she says, gesturing towards a comfortable chair. As you settle into your seat, the afternoon unfolds with Marina gently probing you with a series of questions, her curiosity piqued by the striking resemblance you bear to the Grand Duchess. Each inquiry is met with thoughtful consideration and measured responses, as you strive to convince her of the truth of your identity.

“May I ask,” Marina begins, her tone serious as she broaches a difficult topic, “how do you manage to escape the rot that night?” As her question lingers in the air, you feel a flicker of memory stirs within you, fragments of the past dancing at the edges of your consciousness. Slowly, tentatively, you begin to speak, the words flowing with a newfound ease as you recall the events of that fateful night.

“There was... a boy.” you start, your voice soft but steady as if the memories are pulling you back into the depths of the past. “I was with my Nana, trying to retrieve something out from a room. And then, out of nowhere, the boy appeared.”

As you speak, the images come flooding back to you, vivid and tangible as if you were reliving the moment all over again. “He guided us." You continued “into a secret passage, and there, hidden within the walls, was a door.”

A nervous chuckle escapes your lips as you meet the gazes of those around you, the absurdity of the tale dawning upon you. “I know it sounds silly, doesn't it?” You admit, a wry smile playing at the corners of your lips. “Doors in walls, secret passages...”

Suguru lifts his gaze, searching for his friend, who remains silent and contemplative as you recount your tale. Sensing the weight of his thoughts, Satoru stands abruptly, excusing himself from the room. Suguru follows suit, his concern evident in his furrowed brow as they step outside into the cool embrace of the evening air. Satoru runs a hand through his white hair, his expression troubled and distant. Unaware of his friend's presence at first, he seems lost in thought.

“That boy...” Suguru finally speaks, “It was you, wasn't it?”

Satoru sighed heavily, “It doesn't matter who I was.”

“It should matter, if she is telling the truth, then you saved their lives.”

“She's telling the truth, she is the Grand Duchess.”

Suguru's eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and disbelief as he searches for confirmation. “Are you sure?”

In response, Satoru nods solemnly, as he affirms. “Yes, I am sure.”

Before Suguru can respond, your joyful voice interjects, breaking the tension. “Guys, Marina says we can meet the Empress tonight at Palais Garnier!”

Satoru nuldged his friend side, “Let's go.”

Paris was a world away from your hometown, each corner exuding an air of glamour and sophistication that took your breath away. Everywhere you looked, there were exquisite attires and fashionable individuals, each one adding to the city's allure and charm. As you navigate the bustling streets of Paris, Marina insists on paying for your attire for tonight's event. Touched by her willingness to go above and beyond to ensure your comfort and confidence as you prepare to meet the Empress, you decided to push aside your fears at least for tonight. As the night descended upon Paris, Marina, Suguru, and Satoru stood outside, resplendent in their finest attire, each one exuding an air of elegance and sophistication befitting the occasion. Satoru, in particular, with his hair neatly styled, looked even more striking. As they were chattering along with each other, they didn't even realize the moment you called out for them.

“Should we go inside?”

Upon hearing your voice, Satoru's eyes widen at the sight of you, his expression filled with genuine admiration and awe. Can you be any more beautiful than you already are? The dress they have picked for you looks absolutely stunning, accentuating your every curve and contour with effortless grace. Its swirling blue color shines under the lights of the place, casting an ethereal glow that illuminates your beauty even further. And the pearls adorning your neck and hair add a touch of timeless elegance. Regaining his composure, Satoru steps forward, his demeanor composed and dignified as he approaches your side. With a graceful gesture, he extends his arm for you to enlace yours with his, a silent invitation to join him on this journey into the heart of the opera house.

“Shall we, your grace?” With a gentle smile and a nod of agreement, you accept his invitation, intertwining your arm with his. The four of you indulge in the beauty of the opera house, taking in the ornate architecture and lavish décor that surrounds you. As you wander through the opulent halls, Paris continues to impress you with its timeless charm and undeniable allure. With its aesthetic and the acts that were on display.

Once the acts of the opera were concluded, it was time for the much-anticipated meeting with the Empress. As you stood by Satoru's side, a sense of anxiety gnawed at your nerves, threatening to overwhelm you.

Sensing your apprehension, Satoru gently grips your hand in his, his touch a reassuring anchor in the sea of uncertainty. “It will be alright.” he whispers, his voice filled with unwavering confidence and support. “You are the Grand Duchess. I am sure that once the Empress sees you, she will know right away.”

“I will go first to introduce you. Wait here.” Satoru assures you. He releases your hand and steps forward, he prepares to approach the Empress on your behalf.

Marina first signals for Satoru to enter, “She's right there please approach her carefully.”

Once inside, Satoru parts the curtains in front of him, revealing the Empress sitting with her back facing him. With careful steps, he approaches her.

“Your Imperial Highness,” Satoru begins, his voice measured. The Empress turns her gaze to him, her expression serious as she observes him with little interest. “Who are you?” she inquires, her tone sharp and direct from where she was seated.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I am Satoru Gojo. I was a servant back at the Stroganov Palace.”

She quirked an eyebrow at this, with a little interest growing inside of her. “And what's the purpose of your visit?”

“Your Highness, please allow me to speak freely. I have come all the way from Russia with the purpose of bringing your granddaughter back to you, she is waiting outside and—”

“I have heard enough.” She cut him off, rising from her seat, leaving the man behind puzzled by her words.

“Your Highness, wait!” He quickly went after her.

“I know what you are after.” the Empress interrupts, “You are after my money. Do you think I am naive just because I am old?”

Satoru's expression remains composed, his eyes meeting hers with a steady gaze. “Your Imperial Highness,” he begins, his tone respectful but firm. “I assure you, my intentions are not what you presume.”

But before he can continue, the Empress points a finger toward him, her tone accusatory. “I have heard of you,” She declares, her words cutting through the air like a knife, recognizing his name at that moment. “You are a con man from Saint Petersburg who holds auditions in hopes of finding an actress that can play the perfect (Y/N). I will not see anyone else don't you understand? Aren't you ashamed you're hurting this old woman with false hopes? You can teach her everything, but in the end is never my lovely (Y/N). I won't fall for your twisted games.”

“Please, I am not trying to trick you!”

“I will not listen anymore, so I kindly ask you to leave, otherwise I will have to throw you out.”

“I am telling you, she's the Grand Duchess, you just have to see!” His words fall on deaf ears as the Empress ignores him, calling for her guards.

“Please remove this awful man out of my sight!” With rough hands, Satoru is dragged out of the room, and thrown outside like a common criminal. As he kneels on the ground, frustration coursing through him. He has to keep trying otherwise, all this was for nothing. Suddenly his eyes catch a glimpse of your dress, so he lifts his head only to meet an exasperated expression placed on your face. He saw the hurt and betrayal reflected in your eyes.

“You used me?” You accuse, your voice laced with pain. At that moment, Satoru realizes the gravity of his mistake. You have heard everything—he knows he has lost your trust now.

“(Y/N), wait!” Satoru calls out urgently as you try to leave the place. He grabs your hand, turning you around to face him. “Let me explain.”

You push his touch off, your voice trembling with anger. “I can't believe I actually believed you, that I trusted you, that I even fell... Ugh!” You shake your head in frustration, unable to find the words to express the depth of your disappointment. That you fell in love with him.

“You what?” Satoru asks, hope glinting in his eyes as he awaits your response.

“Forget about it, I dont want to see you ever again.”

As you try to break free from Satoru's grasp, he proves to be quicker, dragging you towards an isolated hall where he traps you against the wall, holding you hostage. Before you can protest, his lips are already pressed against yours with a desperate intensity, his hands framing your face as he kisses you with a fervor that leaves you breathless. You try to push him away, your hands pressing against his chest in a feeble attempt to resist his advances. But the way his lips move against yours, the warmth of his touch, sends a shiver down your spine and ignites a fire within you. Against your better judgment, you find yourself succumbing to the passion of the moment, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as you reciprocate the kiss with equal fervor. In that fleeting moment, nothing else matters except the electric connection between you and Satoru. You reluctantly pull away, gasping for air and grappling with the tumult of emotions raging within you, staring at his eyes with a hint of uncertainty.

“I may have done this in the beginning solely for the money,” he admits, his gaze searching yours for any sign of understanding. “But things have changed. I realized you were indeed the Grand Duchess, and I wanted to reunite you with your family after everything you have been through. You have no idea how much it hurt me to think all these years about what happened to you, what if I could have done more.”

“You mean...?”

“Yes, I was that silly servant boy you were friends with also the one who helped you escape with your nana that night.” With Satoru's revelation, the pieces of the puzzle finally fall into place. Now, you know why his name sounded so familiar, you already knew him ages ago.

“What do you suggest I do? My nana doesn't wish to see me.”

Satoru's touch was gentle as he brought your hands together, his lips brushing against your knuckles in a tender kiss. “Leave it to me. Please return to Marina's place with Suguru, I will catch up with you later.” With a sense of resolve in his voice, he walked away. As you watched him go, a spark of hope ignited in your heart, trusting Satoru's word.

Gather round, my fellow compatriots, for too long have we borne the weight of inequality upon our shoulders, shackled by the indifference of the privileged. We will no longer be insects they can easily step on. We shall rise, resplendent in our righteous fury, and cast off the chains that bind us. So rise, my brothers and sisters, let us claim our rightful place, and put an end to the stroganovs!

“(Y/N), where are you going!” The older woman struggled to keep pace with her granddaughter, their footsteps echoing through the palace corridors as they attempted to reach the exit amidst the chaos of the citizens' invasion in the dead of night. The young girl suddenly freed herself from her grandmother's grasp, her determination driving her onward as she hastened toward her quarters.

“My music box!”

Once inside, she swiftly shut the heavy door behind them, and soon the muffled echoes of distant shotguns reverberated through the walls. “We don't have time for this!” the older woman admonished her granddaughter, her voice tinged with urgency as she surveyed their surroundings.

There was... a boy.

“Your Highnesses, over here!” A voice, beckons to them, drawing their attention towards a boy adorned in humble attire with locks as white as snow.

He guided us into a secret passage.

With a gesture, he leads them towards a concealed passage in the wall, where a hidden door awaits.

“This way!” He instructs them, “Through the servants' quarters, straight ahead without stopping.”

Navigating through the bustling streets, guided by the boy with white locks, the elderly woman and her granddaughter finally found themselves outside the confines of the palace. With the next train about to depart, they hastened towards the station. Amidst the crowds, the elderly woman managed to board the train first. But the little girl struggled to keep up, her small legs unable to match the pace of the frantic crowd.

“Sweetheart, run!” her grandmother's desperate plea rang out, her voice tinged with fear as she reached out for her granddaughter's hand, urging her to hasten her steps.

In a cruel twist of fate, just as their hands locked together, the girl's grip slipped, causing her to lose her balance and plummet to the ground. With a sickening thud, her head struck the pavement, rendering her unconscious in an instant.

(Y/N)!!

February 25th -The family of Czar Aleksandr, the former emperor was found dead, with authorities presuming fatal gunshot wounds as the cause leaving no survivors to shed light on the harrowing events.

“Your Imperial Highness!”

“Marina, my family is dead!” Even if it looks like the end, Nadya refused to let it be. Among the bodies, (Y/N)’s body wasn’t found. She knows her last grandchild is alive.

My lovely (Y/N), wherever you are. Please come back to me.

As the minutes ticked by with no sign of Satoru's return, you found yourself pacing the confines of the room Marina had graciously offered. Was your Nana still refusing to see you? Perhaps Satoru couldn't catch up with her in time. Perhaps Satoru couldn't catch up with her in time.

At the sound of a knock on your door, you hurried to answer, heart pounding with anticipation. “Satoru, is that you?” You called out, relief flooding your voice. “Oh, I was so worried, I—!” But your words faltered as the door creaked open, revealing a figure whose unexpected presence left you speechless.

“Your Imperial Highness?”

“Not quite who you expected?” With a quickly courteous bow, you welcomed her into your room without further comment.

The older woman entered the room dragging her dress behind her, while her back was facing you. “I have to say, that boyfriend of yours is really persistent, to the point where he practically dragged me here by replacing my driver.”

He did what!

“Your Imperial Highness. Please accept my apologies, I never wanted this to happen—” You began, feeling a sense of responsibility for the unexpected situation.

She abruptly turns around, cutting off your words with a piercing gaze. “I see that he has trained you well, teaching you how to look, speak, and act like royalty. Well, I can say you’re different from the other candidates I’ve seen. They are terrible actresses if you ask me.”

She walked across the room, her steps measured and deliberate, until she was seated directly in front of you. Her scrutinizing gaze swept over your form. “Just who are you?”

You began to fidget with your hands, lowering your gaze. “I was hoping you would tell me.”

Sighing softly, she continued, her tone weighted with sorrow. “I've grown weary of countless girls claiming to be my beloved grandchild. For ten long years, I've searched tirelessly, hoping to find her, only to be disappointed time and again. I believe it’s time for me to finally move on and accept that my family is gone. So, please I beg you to stop searching for me.”

“Your Highness, I don't intend to deceive you.” You confessed with sincerity but isn't enough to conceive her.

The woman raised her eyebrow, her grip tightening on her cane as she awaited your response. “Then what is it that you seek? Money, a Reputation? What is that you want from me?”

Your gaze shifted to the spot beside her, unable to meet her eyes as you grappled with the weight of her questions. Upon noticing your request, Her Highness nodded, patting the space with her hand, and inviting you to sit down.

As the two of you sat in silence, the weight of the moment hung heavily in the air until a subtle change in her tone drew your attention. “What is that?”

You followed her gaze, noticing she was staring intently at the pendant adoring your collarbone.

“This..?” You began, the words catching in your throat for a moment as you reached up to touch the necklace, “...Well, I've had it for as long as I can remember.” A sheepish smile crossed your lips as you traced the intricate design with your fingertips.

“May I have a look?” She asks in a whisper, her voice barely audible.

You nodded, carefully removing the necklace from your neck and placing it on her outstretched hand.

“Together in Paris..” She reads out, her voice soft with curiosity.

You offer a slight nod, “Yes, that's precisely why I come here. To uncover whether I belong to a family, if I belong to yours.”

The woman's hands trembled as she continued to hold the necklace. “I cannot believe this.” she whispered, her tone becoming increasingly waver.

“Your higness?”

“Here, hold this.” She says, gently returning your necklace to you, before extracting a box from her belongings.

It's the same box you've seen countless times in your dreams. It's... “My music box!”

Taking your necklace once again, she reveals that it's a key to the box. She uses it to unlock the box, and as she opens it, the room is filled with a familiar lullaby. You feel a rush of emotions as the haunting melody fills the air, transporting you back to cherished memories.

“This melody…”

You begin to hum along with the melody, your voice blending seamlessly with the notes. Soon, your Nana joins in, her voice gentle and melodic as she sings along with you. Together, the two of you create a harmonious duet, lost in the magic of the moment.

On the wind. Cross the sea. Heard this song and remember. Soon, you will be home with me. Once upon a December.

“Oh, my sweet child!” Nadya exclaimed with enormous joy, her voice trembling with emotion as tears streamed down her cheeks. Overwhelmed with emotion, she pulled you into a tight embrace, and you returned it with equal fervor, feeling an undeniable sense of belonging wash over you. At that moment, surrounded by the haunting melody of the music box and enveloped in Nadya's embrace, you knew that you had found where you truly belonged.

“See? Didn’t I say you were royalty?” Soon after, your Nana bid you goodnight, allowing you to rest for the evening. It wasn't long before Satoru visited you, with a widened smile and his slender fingers caressing the sides of your face.

“I can’t believe you kidnapped my Nana, you brute.”

He retracted his hold, his expression sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head. “Ah, I guess it was the heat of the moment. I couldn’t let your Nana go away without seeing you first.”

You let out an involuntary chuckle. “You’re crazy.”

Seeing that you weren’t mad about him dragging your Nana to see you, he reached for your hands, his eyes locked with yours. “Crazy, just for you.”

“Are you really? You just reunited the Grand Duchess with her Grandmother. When will you claim your reward?”

Satoru sighed, shifting his hands so he can pinch one of your cheeks, “I can’t believe the woman I’m in love with is this clueless.”

“Shut up. You’re so annoying—”

“And feisty too. You haven’t changed at all.”

That’s right, you haven’t. Not even the slightest. And he’s glad you haven’t. He had his doubts when he first met you, thinking, wow she has a striking resemblance! It would be easy to fool his Imperial Highness, the recompense will be his for sure! Yet, a knot tightened around his heart. She looks so much like her…not the Grand Duchess but the girl he spent his childhood with. Along his journey, he realized that he was too blind to see, that the girl he failed to protect was in front of him. His (Y/N)…

“The music box…You kept it with you all these years?”

What an absurd question. How could he not? “It was the last thing that reminds me of you.”

But there’s no need to hold onto a music box anymore. Because, his most cherished treasure is safe and sound in his arms. He vows from now to protect her, not bearing the thought of losing you again.

“Here, Do you remember this drawing?”

“Oh, yes! I remember Sofiya teased me, saying it looked like a pig riding a donkey. But I must say she was right, I am a terrible drawer.” As the memories unfolded, both you and your nana found yourselves enveloped in laughter, reminiscing about cherished moments of your family within her grand quarters at night.

“You know, darling, your laughter bears a striking resemblance to that of your dear father, Aleksandr.” A tender smile graced Nana's lips as she spoke, her gaze lingering on you. “Your father will undoubtedly swell with pride when he sees the remarkable person you've become.”

Releasing a serene sigh, you lifted yourself from the floor to settle beside your Nana. “I'm certain they're watching over us, filled with happiness that we've been reunited.”

Nadya nodded in agreement, her expression reflective of the shared sentiment as she extended her hand for you to grasp. Together, you made your way toward a nearby mirror.

“Look,” Nadya whispered, “you also carry the visage of your beloved mother, Agata.”

Ah, yes. Your lovely mother, Agata. Even though you were closer to your father, your mother held a deep affection for you, as she did for all your siblings. After your relationship with each beer of the family. Though, you always suspected that Tatyiana was your mother's favorite. A small chuckle slips from your lips at this thought.

Nadya allowed you to peer into your reflection, disappearing briefly only to return moments later with a regal adornment in her hands. “A Duchess is never without her crown.” she declared with the utmost delicacy, placing a resplendent diadem crafted from silver, its dazzling diamonds intricately encrusted around it. “There.”

Nadya smiled warmly upon witnessing your expression of awe reflected in the mirror. “How do you feel, dear?” She inquired, her voice tender with anticipation.

“I feel... like I am finally home.”

“Oh, darling, you are simply breathtaking!” Maria's voice echoed melodiously through the halls, her admiration evident as she beheld you draped in opulent finery, the dignified crown adorning your head with grace, ready to partake in your first ball after so many years.

“I knew from the very moment I saw you that you were the Grand Duchess.” Maria exclaimed with a delighted laugh, her excitement over the roof as she clasped your hands in hers.

Your lips widened into a bright grin as gratitude filled your heart. “Thanks to all of you, I was able to reunite with my family.”

“(Y/N) I...” Suguru's voice interrupts, drawing your attention as he continues with a solemn tone. “I must confess that my intentions from the start weren't honorable. Satoru and I only saw you as a means to obtain riches, and for that, I apologize. Seeing you once again with your family after all you've been through is worth more than any reward.”

“I have long since moved past that matter. Even if those were your initial intentions, they ultimately led me here.”

Suguru's countenance relaxed, “You're too kind, Your Royal Highness.”

“There's no need for formalities. Just call me by my name. After all, I consider ourselves friends, wouldn't you agree?”

He chuckled warmly in response “I suppose you're right.”

“Well, let's not waste any more time then.” Marina chimed in, “Let's not delay any further. Our guests await us inside.”

That’s right but— “Wait, where's Satoru?” You inquired, stiffened in your moves.

“He left early, mentioning he would try to return as soon as possible. Don't dwell on it too much. Satoru will join us when he can. Let's heed Marina's advice and head inside now.”

Despite the joyous occasion, a nagging feeling gnaws at you. Intuition tingles at the edge of your consciousness, hinting that all may not be as it seems, though the specifics remain elusive. As hours passed, Satoru's absence lingered. Could it be that something has happened? No, maybe you're simply overthinking. Isn’t the time to overthink these things, specially over trivial matters.

“(Y/N).”

The sound of your nana's voice breaks through your reverie, jolting you from your thoughts. “Darling, why aren't you dancing? Do you feel well?” she inquires gently, concern lacing her words. It's only then that you realize you've spent most of the evening sitting, lost in contemplation.

“Ah,” You sit up straight, gliding your eyes upwards to meet Nana's gaze with a smile. “I suppose I've been preoccupied with a lot on my mind.” You replied, acknowledging the weight of your thoughts.

Before you can dwell further, Nadiya suggests, “How about we step out for a breath of fresh air?” Fresh air? Yes, perhaps that's what you needed.

As you and Nadiya step out of the bustling ballroom, the quiet solitude envelops you both, prompting her to inquire once more. She lifts a hand to cup your cheek, her touch a comforting reassurance. “What's wrong?” She questioned softly, her eyes searching yours for any sign of distress.

Her presence is enough for you to open up. “I suppose I have some lingering doubts,” you admit, leaning into Nadiya's touch, appreciating her concern. “But nothing worth your concern, Nana. It's just…”

She absorbed your words, her intuition cutting through the silence. “Is it Mr. Gojo?” she ventured gently, her perceptive gaze meeting yours. You blinked in surprise, startled by her uncanny insight. It was as if she had glimpsed into the depths of your mind, unraveling the tangled threads of your worries with effortless ease.

“My dear, I wasn't born yesterday.” Nadiya begins with a knowing smile, her touch feather-light as she traces your cheek before gently lifting your chin. "That look," She continues, her tone affectionate yet perceptive, “is the look of someone who's in love.”

“I suppose I'm that obvious.” You acknowledge the transparency of your feelings with a sigh.

“What troubles you then? Do you perhaps doubt him?” Do you doubt him?

“I... given the circumstances, I guess I have my worries. But I don't wish to doubt him. After all, he confessed to me that he didn't care about the money.”

“And you should hold onto that. Darling, I spoke with him this morning, and he still refused to take the bounty.”

"He did?"

Nadiya nodded in confirmation. “He's a man of integrity, (Y/N). His heart is pure, and his actions speak volumes.”

"Then where is he now... do you think he has left?"

“Now is the moment to have faith. Trust in the person you love, without hesitation. Allow him to find his way to you, just as you found your way to me.” With these words, she enfolds you in a comforting embrace, her touch a soothing balm to your troubled heart, as she bestows a gentle kiss upon your forehead. Nadiya turns on her heel, leaving you alone to consider your next action. As her presence fades into the distance, you're left with clarity. She was right. With renewed resolve, your thoughts turn to finding Satoru as soon as possible. Yet, the vastness of Paris presents a daunting challenge. Where can you even begin?

“(Y/N)…” A voice calls out, halting your movements. You pause, uncertain if you heard correctly or if it's just your imagination playing tricks on you. You thought your dreams were finally over?

(Y/N). Wait, that’s Satoru’s voice!

“Satoru?” You called him, your voice echoing through the corridors, but instead of a response, you heard only the echo of your own name repeated over and over again. Determination surged through you as you sprinted towards the direction of his voice, hoping to find him. His voice eventually led you into the gardens, winding through the labyrinthine pathways, yet there was no sight of him amidst the verdant foliage.

And there it was, the same headache that had plagued you ever since the beginning of your journey. With a hiss of pain, you closed your eyes tightly, attempting to quell the throbbing ache in your skull. Time seemed to blur as you battled against the relentless agony, lost in a haze of discomfort. When you finally opened your eyes, you found yourself no longer in the serene gardens but amidst the empty streets of Paris. Panic surged within you as you heard the urgent voice of Satoru calling out to you, his expression twisted with fear. Fear for you.

Your eyes followed his voice, locking onto his figure as he seemed to struggle against some unseen force. Before you could reach him, he was forcefully driven to the ground.

“Satoru!” You sprinted towards him, your heart pounding with dread, only to be halted in your tracks by another voice that cut through the chaos.

“Ah, I knew you would come.” The voice sent a chill down your spine, and you felt your blood run cold as you recognized the sinister figure before you. No, it couldn't be… "This was too easy." the man taunted, his voice dripping with malice as he revealed his true identity once again.

Rasputin. You gritted your teeth in rage, and your eyes narrowed with determination as you faced the evil man who had imprisoned Satoru.

“Let him go.”

He laughed mockingly in response, “Now why would I do that, just because you asked me to? Who are you to order me around.”

“What do you want?” Your voice trembling with defiance.

Rasputin's dark gaze bore into yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. “You know what I want.” he replied cryptically. “Why must you be so stubborn?”

“(Y/N)...” Satoru's weakened voice interrupted, his head lifting feebly from the ground. “Run.”

Rasputin found it amusing the heroic facade Satoru was attempting to uphold. He strode over to Satoru's side, his gaze filled with contempt as he stared down at the weakened figure on the ground. “Why are you protecting a Stroganov?” His voice dripping with disdain. “You are a disgrace!”

With a swift and deliberate motion, he brought his foot down upon Satoru's left hand, inflicting a cry of agony from the young man.

“Satoru!!” You called out in anguish, your heart constricting with pain and anger at the sight of his suffering.

“Didn't your beloved mother die the night of the Stroganovs' downfall?” Rasputin's words are laced with accusation and scorn. “Did you even care for your mother? You chose to save the last remaining members of the family instead of running away with her that night.”

Before you could interpose, you felt yourself trapped by some unknown force, immobilizing you in place. With frustration and desperation you struggled against the invisible bonds that held you captive.

Satoru groaned in pain, his glare fixed defiantly upon Rasputin. “You don't know a damn thing.” He spat out.

Rasputin scoffed, his gaze calculating as he turned towards you, a dagger glinting ominously in his hand. Appearing like magic. “I am giving you an opportunity to choose. Either you pierce your own heart with this dagger, or I will kill this boyfriend of yours while you watch.” With a cruel smile, he now forced the dagger into Satoru's hand, adding to his torment.

“No!!”you cried out in anguish, Fearing at the thought of what Rasputin might do to Satoru if you don't do what he says, “Please leave him alone! I will do it!”

“(Y/N), Dont—!”

Rasputin silenced him, as he removed the dagger from Satoru's hand and flung it into yours.

“Then what are you waiting for? Do it.”

Your hands trembled as you held the dagger, the weight of the impossible decision pressing down upon you. The air grew heavy with tension as you stood frozen, torn between the unbearable choices laid before you. Is this really how your story ends? Just when you were reunited with your Nana. But on the other hand, you can't have a happy ending when others are in danger. What will happen if you refuse?He could kill Satoru, even your Nana if he ever gets his hands on her. Everyone could be in danger, because of you.

With a shaky sigh, you began to direct the dagger toward your chest, your heart heavy with resignation. Rasputin could only watch with anticipation, his lips curling into a menacing smile as he eagerly awaited your demise.

Yes, Yes! Pierce through your heart and die..!

Lost in his anticipation, he forgot about the world around him, his focus solely on you, ready to witness your death once and for all. Just as the dagger was inches away from piercing through your flesh, a sudden impact jarred Rasputin's attention, his jaw colliding with a powerful fist. Stunned, he stumbled backward, realizing too late that he had let his guard down, allowing Satoru to rise from the ground and deliver a successful blow.

As Rasputin reeled from the punch, a strange Reliquary rolled onto the ground, catching your attention. Setting the dagger aside, you sprinted towards the mysterious object.

Rasputin groaned, summoning strange winds with an eerie green glow that ensnared Satoru once again, trapping him as his prisoner. “You think a simple punch will hold me back?” Rasputin countered, his voice thick with malice as the green aura began to choke Satoru.

“Rasputin!”

Glancing back at you over his shoulder, Rasputin's eyes widened in shock as you were holding his Reliquary in your grasp. How in the world in landed on your hands?

“Looking for this?” You challenged by placing your heel upon the Reliquary, which it looked like held a grand significant power by the way Rasputin grew agitated by the sight. You began damaging it until it started to crack open.

Rasputin's expression twisted with fury as he realized his mistake. “Insolent, I will kill you!”

Suddenly, the sky darkened ominously, a powerful gust of wind nearly knocking you both off your feet as the ground beneath you began to tremble. Struggling to maintain your balance, you felt a surge of panic as Rasputin seized the opportunity, raising his hand and directing the forgotten dagger towards you with a swift gust of wind. You embrace yourself for the impact, standing on your ground. But the blow never came. When you opened your eyes, you saw the dagger piercing through Satoru's waist, causing him to collapse to the ground. Rushing to his side, you shook him urgently, “Satoru, stay with me!”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched the color drain from Satoru's face, his condition worsening with each passing moment. Anguish gripped your heart as you felt the weight of Rasputin's cruel words like a dagger to your own soul. You would have preferred it was you who took the blow. The feeling of guilt hurts so much.

“This is what happens when you challenge me.” Rasputin taunted, his laughter echoing eerily through the tumultuous atmosphere, his words a cruel reminder of the dire consequences of your defiance. Fail. You have failed everyone.

With a heavy heart, you carefully set Satoru's body down, your head bowed in sorrow. But you had not given up. With determination burning inside, you raised your hand, clutching your necklace tightly. Rasputin raised an eyebrow in confusion, unable to discern your intentions.

“I remember you once told me you have been watching my every move.” You began, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. "And whenever you're near, my senses start to hurt as painful memories come flooding back."

You glanced back at the cracked remnants of Rasputin's Reliquary, "That's when I realized you hid a small but powerful relic in our closest things. You hid your power within my necklace, as a backup plan in case… well, in case your Reliquary was destroyed. Otherwise would you know my whereabouts? My necklace and your Reliquary were already connected. Once it was near, you managed to seek into my head.”

Rasputin's expression shifted, realization dawning upon him as he understood the gravity of your words. Before he could react, you threw your necklace onto the ground and placed your heel upon it, the green lights emanating from the necklace growing brighter with each step.

“This is for Satoru!”

"Stop!" Rasputin called out, desperation creeping into his voice, but it was too late. The distance between you and the necklace was too far.

“This is for my family.” For their unjustified deaths.

“And this is for me!”

With that, the necklace shattered, releasing its stored power in a brilliant burst of light. The souls trapped within it were freed, encircling Rasputin as some kind of dark deal was broken. In horror, you watched as Rasputin was consumed by the swirling vortex of souls, his form melting away into nothingness in a matter of seconds. In the end, the powerful and vile man was reduced to nothing but dust upon the ground, vanquished by the very power he had sought to wield. And that's where you understand your father's words back then. Rasputin was a greedy man who made unholy deals to gain the power to take over Stroganovs within the confines of their home by pretending to be their most loyal friend. But it doesn't matter anymore, it finally ended. He can't hurt you or anyone else anymore.

Wait, Satoru!

As you rushed to Satoru's side, your heart sank at the sight of his closed eyes, realizing with a heavy heart that you were too late. Burying your head into his chest, you wept bitterly, grieving the loss and the pain of failing to protect him as he had protected you.

“Did I ever told you I like fiery women?” Satoru's unexpected words startled you, causing you to pull away abruptly. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you beheld the sight of him opening his eyes, the lingering pain still evident in his gaze.

“Satoru!” you cried out happily, but you restrained yourself, remembering his wound. “Satoru, how are you feeling?”

Grunting softly, he clutched his side, his expression tight with discomfort. “It wasn't a critical spot, so I'll manage.”

“Let's go back and get you treated.” You insisted, but Satoru's hand rested gently on your cheek, directing your gaze down to him.

“None of this was our fault.” He murmured, his voice filled with reassurance. “My mother's death has nothing to do with your family. Sometimes fate takes painful turns that we can't do anything about but accept it and move on.”

“Satoru, please stop talking. Save your breath.” You pleaded, but he shook his head putting on his usual charming smile, despite the pain.

“I love you, nothing ever is going to change that.” He confessed softly, his gaze unwavering.

You let out a quivering chuckle, tears still staining your cheeks as you nodded. “I love you too, more than anything.”

How far are you willing to go for love? Ah, well that is a funny question. Where can you begin? Love is what gave you the courage to partake in a journey that brought you sorrow, and pain, but also gave you hope. Love is what kept you going even though you thought countless times there wasn't a single person out there that could love you. But in the end, you found your family, you made friends, and you fell in love...you gained so much along the way and it was all because of love.

“What do you say? Exploring across Europe? I mean, unless your grace is too refined to go on adventures.”

“Are you underestimating me?” You teased in return.

Satoru shook his head, his eyes filled with warmth as he lifted you into his arms, twirling you around with infectious laughter. “I could never.”

As you both laughed and spun around like two teenagers in love, Satoru paused for a moment, gazing into your eyes. In that moment, for the first time, you were the one making the first move, by pulling him into a kiss, holding each other close as if there were no tomorrow.

You couldn't help but feel grateful to your Nana for knowing your heart best. It was her advice that help you made the best decision ever. While there would always be time to be a Grand Duchess. Now, all you could think about was embarking on countless adventures with the man who had stolen your heart. And who knows, perhaps you would even extend the Stroganovs with a couple of children.

For the first time, you were eager to see what the future held with Satoru by your side, ready to face whatever challenges awaited you together.

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