📨— YOU'RE STRUGGLING.

satoru has his phone in one hand while the other is patting your head, occasionally twirling a strand of your hair around his forefinger and thumb. he loves moments like these, when you’re cuddling together in bed, quietly enjoying the serenity that comes with it.

that is, until you interrupt the cozy silence with your random request.

“‘toru,” your voice is soft, yet it carries a tinge of pain and fear in it. your shaky breath doesn’t go unnoticed either. you tilt your head back and cup his face with one hand, to which satoru responds with by nuzzling his cheek against your palm.

“don’t you ever die before i do, ‘kay? promise me.”

a frown quickly finds its way onto his features as he lowers his phone, setting it aside on the bed. that statement sure is an unexpectedly gloomy one.

“aww, baby,” satoru sighs softly, reaching up to cover your hand with his own. he brings it close to his lips to press a kiss against your palm. he is about to make a joke—an attempt to lighten the mood—but catches the tears sparkling in your eyes and decides against it.

“of course i won’t,” is his determined reply. satoru gazes into your eyes with a reassuring smile. “don’t you do the same, yeah? because if you were to leave this earth before me. . .”

the light in his eyes dims just thinking about the possibility. he swallows thickly before responding, his tone serious as he declares his undying love for you;

“. . . i’d follow your soul right into the afterlife.”

Forever yours…

GOJO SATORU X READER

Part 4. Part 1, 2, & 3 linked

➛ summary: you and Satoru were high school sweethearts although, he’d have described you more as soul mates. When the Jujutsu world became too complicated and the losses outweighed the wins, you ran - leaving Satoru behind. So how come after 10 years he still can’t stop thinking about you? Where were you now? Would he ever see you again?

➛ warnings: cursing, crack, fluff, smut (disclaimer: don’t be silly, wrap your willy), angst

➛ WC: 7.4k

➛A/N: welcome back to part 4! This part took longer than I’d anticipated, so I apologise for that. POV flip flops between shared and reader this time. Y’all are about to hate me halfway through this I’m ngl looool. This was also my first time writing a more in depth smut scene and oh looord. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Last time in forever yours: You head to your bedroom, flopping face down on the bed once you’re there. So much for being just friends.

Both

As the next few weeks go by, neither you or Satoru brings up the almost kiss. However, the flirting and sexual tension increases dramatically. It’s like now that door has been cracked open, neither of you can let it shut again.

On one occasion, Satoru meets you on your lunch break to go get ice cream. He can hear the blood roaring in his ears as he watches you run your tongue all over the ice cream. God, how he wishes that was him right now. The moment a small bit of the sweet treat drips down your chin he lets out an audible groan. “What?” You giggle at him. To which he has to excuse himself for a moment. He’s pretty sure you’re doing this to him on purpose.

On another occasion, Satoru comes over to help your mother move things in the garden. It’s a hot day and he’s in a tight fit tshirt. You watch him display his strength as he moves things around like they weigh nothing. Muscles rippling with each movement. You’re pretty sure you’re drooling as you gawk at him through the window. Before you can even make it seem like you weren’t staring at him, having the most lewd thoughts about how you wish he’d pick you up and throwing you around like that, he catches you watching him. A smirk pulls up on his lips as he winks at you.

The tension is building and building and you aren’t sure how much longer it can go on before it hits a boiling point. Between the longing stares and Satoru’s constant innuendo jokes, someone was bound to snap.

Besides the situation with Satoru, you have been hanging out with Shoko more too. You’ve both dedicated one day a week to a girls day/night. You go for food together, get your nails done, go shopping or just have a movie night.

During one of your movie nights, Shoko brings up the fact you’re living with your parents and asks how it’s going. “I love my parents and all but I’m starting to feel a little smothered” you sigh. Shoko just nods. “They know it’s only temporary though so I know they’ll understand when I move out again” you say, taking a sip of your drink. “Have you looked at any places yet?” Shoko asks. You weren’t even sure where to begin with any of that stuff. It had been a while since you’d had to think about anything like that.

You shake your head. “Not yet. I’m not even sure where to begin. Kenji used to deal with all that stuff” you say, rubbing your temples. “I know a girl who works in that area. Want me to give her a call and ask her if she’s got anything available?” Shoko shrugs. “Really? That would be perfect” you gasp. “Of course girl, I gotchu” she smiles. “And you know I’m always happy to come with if you’re viewing somewhere. Even if I’m not available, I’m sure the blue eyed sex pest would be happy to help” Shoko laughs. “Sex pest?” You snort. “Don’t even deny it. I see the way you look at each other. The sexual tension is suffocating” Shoko forces a shiver like she’s been traumatised by witnessing it. Your face immediately breaks out into a deep blush. Shoko just gives you a knowing smirk. You clear your throat. “So you’ll call that girl for me?” You ask, trying to change the subject. “Yeah, I’ll call her tomorrow” Shoko laughs.

The next day you get a call from Shokos friend while you’re at work. She has 2 apartments available for you to look at. Both in your price range and both matching what you’re looking for. You can’t help the excitement that escapes you as you jump around. “Someone’s happy” Aoi laughs. You giggle. “I just got a call to say there’s some apartments available for me to look at” you clap your hands together. “That great sweetie” Aoi smiles.

About 30 minutes later, Satoru wanders into the cafe. He waves at you with a smile as he takes his seat. You head over to take his order. “Hey Toru” you smile. “The usual?” “Yes please. Oh and Aoi mentioned something about new cakes she made” he grins. “She’s kept two aside for you to try” you laugh. You take his order over to the counter before you return to him. The cafe is quiet so you have a little time to chat with him.

“What’s this I hear about you going apartment hunting?” Satoru asks. “Oh, Shoko asked her friend if she had any apartments available to rent. She called today and she’s got two so I’m going to view them tomorrow” you grin. “That’s great” Satoru smiles. “Want some company while you go look?” He asks. “Yeah, sure” you smile. “Shoko offered to come but she’s working tomorrow” you pout. Every time you pout Satoru has to resist the urge to press his lips to yours to get rid of it. He shakes his head lightly. “I’d be happy to accompany you then. Just let me know a time and a place and I’ll be there.” He nods. “Thanks Toru” you smile.

You

The next day you meet Satoru and Shokos friends outside the first apartment building. “Hi, I’m Emi. We spoke on the phone.” The woman smiles, shaking your hand. “Oh hi” you smile. “I’m Y/N and this is Satoru” you say, gesturing to Satoru. “It’s nice to meet you both.” She nods. “So this apartment is on the fifth floor, great views, two bedrooms. The living room is a little small but the bathroom has just been renovated” she informs you. You nod as she leads you both into the building.

The apartment is cute but it’s missing something you can’t quite put your finger on. You become a little distracted by the way Emi keeps staring at Satoru. The girl looks like she wants the eat him. “So?” Emi begins. “What do you think of this one?” You take one last look around. “It’s nice but I don’t love it” you sigh. You see Satoru wandering around down the hall. Investigating the bedroom size.

“Oh, that’s a shame. Well, we’ve still got one more to look at” she smiles. You aren’t sure if you like this woman or not. Sure, she’s polite but she’s started acting a little different from before. “And what does your boyfriend think?” She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. There it is. That’s why she’s acting different. “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. Just a friend” you give her a tight smile. You immediately regret saying that at the way her eyes light up. She just hums her acknowledgment. You can’t help but wonder how mad Shoko would be if you punched her friend. Alas, you decide to keep your cool. Satoru wasn’t yours to stake claim on anyway.

The next apartment was perfect. Everything you’d been looking for. Two good sized bedrooms, a large open plan living room with an updated kitchen, beautiful bathroom. There was even a small balcony beside the living room that could be accessed through a glass sliding door. Satoru is in the living room with Emi as you head down the hallway to take one last look around. It really was everything you wanted.

As you walk back towards the living room you hear the conversation between Emi and Satoru. You stop short of entering, staying hidden behind the wall. “So are you single?” You hear Emi ask, using a sultry voice. “Uh yeah” Satoru responds. “Well I’d love to go out with you some time or we could just hang out at my apartment” she giggles. You hear Satoru take a step back. Was she touching him? You can feel your jealousy and anger beginning to bubble. “O-oh I uh-“ Satoru begins. “Here, take my card. Give me a call some time” she giggles again. It takes everything in you to stay quiet and not mock her giggling.

You decide to make your presence known as you step out from behind the wall. Satoru looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights. Emi just clears her throat. “So, what do you think?” She asks, giving you that fake smile again. Oh this bitch. “Y-yeah, I love it” you say, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “Oh, wonderful!” She claps her hands. “Then the place is yours. Just come by my office tomorrow and we can get the papers signed and give you the keys”. You can’t help but feel this happy moment is being overshadowed by the rage you feel sitting under the surface.

“I’ll let you have one last look around and then I’ll meet you both downstairs” Emi tells you. You just nod in response. She walks towards the door and you don’t miss the way she winks at Satoru before she exits. You feel your eye twitch. You really don’t like this woman, at all.

“Congrats on the new place” Satoru grins, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Mhm” you nod. “Is uh, is everything ok? You don’t seem too excited?” Satoru asks as his brows furrow. “Everything is fine” you say, giving him a tight lipped smile. You can feel him watching you. You just keep avoiding eye contact. “I’m not interested in her” he finally says, breaking the silence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Satoru” you say bluntly, trying to hide your relief. He just nods slowly as he looks at the floor.

Satoru moves towards the door to leave as you stand there feeling silly for being so childish. You can’t help it though. Seeing another woman so boldly flirt with him in your presence hurts. He stops before he opens the door. “I don’t want her because I have someone else on my mind. Someone who keeps constantly consuming all my thoughts. Day after day” he smiles. Was he talking about you? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions. To drive his point home, he takes her card out of his pocket and crumples it before putting it in the bin. He gives you one last soft smile before he exits. You let out a sigh once you’re left alone. At least you got a new apartment out of this.

A couple of days later you have your keys to your new place. Having to see Emi again was the only downside. When you went to her office it was like she couldn’t stop herself from asking more about Satoru, even when you made it perfectly obvious how uncomfortable it was making you. It took everything in you not to slap her before you left. Shoko apologised for the situation but also couldn’t stop laughing when you started ranting about wanting to fight Emi.

You broke it to your parents about moving out. As sad as they were about you leaving, they were happy you were happy and excited to see your new place. You managed to organise with Aoi to get a few days off to move. Of course Satoru and Shoko had offered to help with the move.

Things with Satoru had been a little awkward after that day in the apartment but things soon went back to normal. Or as normal as things could be between the two of you.

You had organised a moving van to help move all of your things over to your new apartment. Satoru was going to meet you there to help you begin unpacking. Shoko was working until later but said she’d be there when she finished.

A few hours later, everything was in your new place as Satoru helped you get things unpacked. Your new sofa had arrived the same day so you at least had some furniture. Your dining table was coming in the next few days, as well as your new bed frame. So sleeping on a mattress on the floor was the go to for the next few days.

You were standing in the living room as Satoru helped you unpack photo frames and books. He’d been teasing you about the interaction between him, Emi and yourself. The man seemed to get a kick out of knowing you’d gotten jealous, even though you denied that’s what had happened.

“Just admit you got jealous because you want me so bad and I’ll let it go” he shrugs. “I don’t ‘want’ you Satoru” you roll your eyes. A complete lie but you were not admitting it. “And I was not jealous!” you stomp your foot. Yes, you may as well have turned bright green from jealousy that day but you were not about to stroke his ego by admitting it.

“You want me and my naked body, admit it” he grins. “Whatever you wanna tell yourself Toru” you say dismissively. This man was determined to get an admission. “Pfft. Don’t act like you don’t think about me naked” he teases. “I do not think about you naked!” you say, your voice coming out louder and more uneven than you planned.

“Hm, I think the lady doth protest too much” Satoru grins. “Really? Cause I think the man doth have a gigantic ego” you give him a fake smile back. “A big ego and an even bigger di-“ he starts before you cut him off. “Aaalright, that’s enough out of you” you say, clapping your hands together.

He really was a child in a man’s body. “Aw, is it starting to get too much for you?” Satoru pouts teasingly. “Relax, you man child. Are you forgetting I’ve seen you naked before? I know what it looks like” you scoff. “No. You know what 18 year old me looks like naked. Not grown man me” he smirks. He’s right, you guess. God, you bet he’s all lean muscle and toned, perfect, milky skin under those clothes. You got a peek at his abs earlier and almost passed out. Satorus smirk grows into a grin like he can read your mind. “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?” “N-no! Not at all!” you squeal, cheeks turning red.

Satoru hums. “I think about you naked too, if that makes you feel better” he shrugs. “That doesn’t make me feel better. That just lets me know you’re a pervert” you deadpan. “It’s not perverted” he laughs. “Can’t help thinking about something I saw thousands of times”. You can feel your blush quickly returning.

You quickly clear your throat. “Like you said, that’s 18 year old me. Not grown me”. “True. Very true” Satoru nods as you turn to pick up another box. “I bet grown you looks even better naked”. You whip back around to him, jaw slacked. “Y-you y-you” you stutter. “Me? Me?” He says back, with a smug grin. He loved seeing you flustered. “Y-you can’t j-just say things like t-that” you stutter. “Why not?” He shrugs. “B-b-because”. “Becauuuuuuuuse?” You don’t even have an answer for him. It’s like your brain is short circuiting.

He starts walking towards you slowly. Waiting for an answer. You start to walk backwards, trying to escape the man slowly stalking towards you. You can see a mischievous glint in his eye as he approaches you, that look was dangerous and you knew it. Your back hits the counter and you have nowhere else to run. He’s soon looming over you, arms caging you in. “S-Satoru” you gasp. He just hums as he leans in to tuck your hair behind your ears. Goosebumps immediately spread across your skin from his touch. You were so sick of his touch always having such an effect on you.

He leans down, running his nose along your neck. “You always smell so fucking good” he rasps. You can only whimper in response, closing your eyes. You can feel your heart rate picking up and your breathing increasing. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours. “I-i” you stutter, looking into his eyes. “Words baby” he smiles softly. His eyes searching yours for an answer. “I can’t” you whisper. “Can’t what?” He asks, gently nudging his nose against yours. “I c-can’t tell you I don’t w-want you” you whisper, closing your eyes again.

That makes Satoru snap. Before you can react his lips are on yours, hands cupping your face. He groans into the kiss as you whimper back to him. You’re gripping his shirt in your hands, trying to get him closer. The kiss quickly turns into open mouths before he’s slipping his tongue into your mouth. There’s a battle for dominance, your tongues wrestling to take control before Satoru quickly wins.

He quickly pulls away, pulling a whimper of protest from you before you feel his hands gripping your ass. He lifts you to sit on the counter before stepping in between your legs. You use your grip on his tshirt to slide yourself closer to him. He dives back in to kiss you again, tongue rolling sensually against yours. You slide your hands up his neck to lightly scratch at his undercut. He groans in response and you can hear it rumble in his chest as his grip on your ass tightens.

He slides his hands over your hips and under your shirt, stroking your soft skin. Your hands return to his tshirt and start pulling it up. “O-off Toru. Take it off” you mumble against his lips. He steps back to grab his tshirt from the back and pull it over his head before he throws it somewhere behind him and steps back into you.

Before he can kiss you again you’re running your hands down his chest, then his abs, stopping at the top of his sweatpants. God, you could admire him forever. The man’s carved like a Greek god. Satoru just watches you in awe, chest heaving. You can see his very obvious bulge, twitching at your touch. He takes your hand and kisses the palm before he places it on the back of his neck.

He moves to start kissing and sucking on your neck. You tip your head back to allow him more access, as you use the other hand to pull his hips closer. He starts to roll his hips into you. Grinding that hard bulge against your core while nipping at your neck with a groan. “F-fuck” he moans against your neck. You can only whimper in response as the feeling of him grinding against you has you dripping in seconds. Your body can’t help but respond to him. He moves to start undoing you shirt. Trembling hands struggling to pop buttons. He has your buttons half undone when-

BUZZ! The sound of the doorbell ripping you both from the moment. Shit-shit-shit! You forgot Shoko was coming over to help you unpack. You feel Satorus head slump against your shoulder with a frustrated groan. You let out a quiet “sorry” as he steps back.

He helps you hop off the counter. You try to quickly button up your shirt as Satoru looks for his tshirt. You look back to check he’s decent before you open the door. He’s keeping his lower half behind the counter and out of sight. Wonder why. “Hey girl! What’s going on-“ Shoko stops as she walks into your apartment, sensing the tension. “Oh. Am I uh, interrupting something here?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, looking between the two of you. “Nope, not at all” you smile. Shoko just nods suspiciously.

She turns to take her shoes off as Satoru announces he needs the bathroom, disappearing down the hall. You move to lean against the kitchen counter. The same one Satoru just had you sitting on while he was- nope! Can’t let your mind go there.

Shoko moves to stand opposite you. Looking you up and down. “Be honest with me right now. Did I interrupt something between the two of you?” You can’t admit to her that there was a good chance Satoru was about to fuck you on the counter top you’re currently leaning against. “N-no not at all” you say with the most convincing smile you can muster. Shoko hums. “If you’re gonna lie to me, at least make sure your shirt is buttoned right. It’s more convincing” she shrugs, trying to suppress the laughter escaping her. You quickly look down at your shirt. 3 buttons all mixed up and in the wrong place. “God dammit” you groan as Shoko erupts into laughter. You quickly fix your buttons while glaring at Shoko as she’s doubled over in laughter.

Both

A few moments later, Satoru walks back in the room. He needed a second to collect himself after what happened. Why did the whole world seem to be out with the mission to give him blue balls? “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the sex pest” Shoko laughs as she wipes tears from her eyes. “Sex pest?” Satoru asks with a raised eyebrow. He’s decided he’s gonna play dumb, deny everything. “Don’t play dumb with me Satoru. Your partner in crime here couldn’t even button her shirt properly” Shoko says amused as she thumbs towards you. You feel your face heat up as you avoid looking at Satoru. Satoru needs to look away from you because when you get all cute and flustered, it just makes him want to kiss you even more.

Satoru just scoffs as he moves back towards the boxes he was unpacking before. You and Shoko walk over to resume unpacking boxes too. The tension in the air is thick. You’re both aware of what would’ve probably happened if you hadn’t been interrupted.

You can feel Shokos eyes on the both of you as you actively avoid each others glances. “So, before I touch anything in this apartment, did you guys actually fuck on anything? Cause I need to you to sanitise it like right now if you did” she says, grimacing before smirking. “Shoko!” You squeak, face turning red. You weren’t sure if she was trying to break the awkwardness or add too it at this point.

Satoru clears his throat. “No we didn’t. Because someone decided to be a cockblock” he gives her a fake smile. “Great” she grins. “Anytime I can ruin the chances of Satoru getting his little man near anyone is a great day for humanity” Shoko says, flipping him off. Satoru throws a pillow at Shokos head, only just missing her. “Nothing little about my man, thank you very much” he says, sticking out his tongue at her. Shoko just gags in response. Watching Shoko and Satoru squabble was like watching a brother and sister argument. They both got so childish when it happened. However, it did erase some of the awkwardness left in the air.

You

A few hours later, majority of the unpacking was done besides some things you had to do in the bedroom. It was getting late by now so you’d ordered takeout for you and your little helpers. You and Shoko were sitting on the sofa as Satoru sat on the floor. You all ate in peaceful silence.

As you take the plates to the kitchen you hear feet softly padding behind you. You turn to see Satoru carrying the glasses to put in the sink. “Thanks” you say softly as he smiles at you. Satoru heads down the hallways to the bathroom. You begin to run water into the sink to rinse the dishes. “Listen, I gotta take off. I’m up early tomorrow for work” Shoko announces as she yawns. “Oh ok” you say. You felt nerves creep back at being left alone with Satoru after what happened earlier in the day.

Shoko puts her shoes on before you walk over to say goodbye. She wraps you in a tight hug. “The new place is beautiful Y/N. I’m so happy for you” she whispers. You squeeze her tighter. “Thanks Shoko”. You both pull back and Shoko reaches to open the door. “Oh, tell the sex pest I said goodbye” she grins. “Please stop calling him a sex pest” you laugh. “Ok. Coitus nuisance then” she shrugs. “That’s not any better” you giggle. “Listen, that’s the best I can do” she shrugs again. “I’ll see you later” you laugh as she opens the door. “Yeah. I’ll see you later.” She says, halfway out the door. “Oh-“ she starts. “If you two are gonna bang then please use protection” she smirks. “Bye Shoko” you say, pushing her out the door. “Love you too” she calls, as the door shuts.

You move back over to the kitchen, still laughing lightly at Shokos antics. You start washing the dishes and don’t hear Satoru come back in. “Where’d Shoko go?” He asks looking around. The sound of his voice making you jump slightly. “Oh, she had to leave. She starts early tomorrow” you tell him. He just nods. “You want help with the dishes?” Satoru asks. “Sure” you nod. You finish washing the dishes in silence. The air is filled with sexual tension that only seems to keep increasing.

When the dishes are finished and put away again, you catch Satoru observing you intently. “What?” You ask, suddenly feeling self conscious. “No, n-nothing” he says quietly. After a few more awkward moments, Satoru offers to take off too. “Oh ok, yeah” you say, kind of disappointed. He puts his shoes on as he stands by the open door. “So, I’ll see you later?” He asks. “Y-yeah. Sure” you smile softly.

Both

The sexual tension is so high it feels like it’s choking both of you. You stand there, staring into each others eyes before Satoru sighs. “Fuck it”. His lips crash into yours. The kiss is desperate and passionate as he shoves the door shut with his foot. You groan into each others mouths. His hands cupping your face yet again as he walks you backwards towards your bedroom.

Satoru starts unbuttoning your shirt as you pull at his. Your clothes litter the hallway as you stumble blindly together, too desperate for the other to separate for even a second.

You finally reach the bedroom and Satoru grabs under your thighs to hoist you up. You feel him begin to kneel as he gently lays you on the mattress, climbing on top of you. Your tongue is rolling against his as you feel his hands slide up your sides. “You don’t have anyone else scheduled to come over right? No more knocks on the door or parents coming home?” He mumbles against your lips. If anyone interrupts this time he thinks he might combust. “No” you laugh into the kiss. “Thank god” he sighs.

He starts kissing along your jaw, then your neck, then your collar bones and finally the tops of your boobs. You can’t help but moan at the feel of his lips. Satoru gazes up to see you watching his every movement, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. He doesn’t think you’ve ever looked as beautiful as you do right now. Eyes glazed over in lust, lips swollen and pink from his kisses. He could watch you like this forever.

His hand reaches up with the intention to pull the cup of your bra down before he looks at you for permission. You quickly nod at him. He pulls the cup down, letting out a groan at the sight of your pretty perked nipple. “Oh god” he sighs before running his tongue over it. You let out a gasp at the feel of his tongue. “F-f-ffuck” you moan as you feel his mouth envelop your nipple, your hands moving to his hair. “F-feels g-good Toru.” Satoru let’s out a grunt, mouth still on your nipple as he moves to pull the other cup down too.

He leans back to observe them. “Such pretty titties baby” he rasps. “Even better than I remember.” He moves over to suck the other nipple as his hand teases and pinches the one he just had in his mouth. You gasp for air, arching to meet his mouth as he sucks and licks. The feeling shooting straight to your pussy making her soak your panties even more. Your hands are in his hair as he devours your tits, leaving them both covered in spit and small marks. God, Satoru had missed this. He used to lie there and drive you insane for hours just sucking, licking and biting until you were a wet mess.

After a few minutes he gets sick of your bra limiting his movements. “Need this fucking bra off” he growls. He moves swiftly to unclip your bra and throw it somewhere behind him. You grab his face, pulling him up to you as your lips meet in another heated kiss. A small string of spit connecting your lips as he pulls back. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of having you under me again” he groans. “Me too” you smile up at him before he leans back in to connect your lips.

You feel his hand slide down your stomach before its slips under your leggings and over your panties. His middle finger slides between the seam of your lips, feeling the way you drip for him as he growls. “So fucking wet. All for me baby?” You just nod dumbly. Eyes rolling back as his finger circles your clit through your underwear. This man had never lost his ability to make you dumb wet. Your hand reaches to grip his forearm as you whimper into his mouth. You feel his finger slip under your panties and down towards your enterance as you let out an embarrassingly loud mewl.

“Look at you. So fucking needy for me. Isn’t that right pretty girl?” he smirks. “Y-yes Toru. N-need you s-so s-sooo bad” you moan. “Fuck. Let me take these off. I need to see this pretty pussy again” he says, removing his hand and moving to take of your leggings. You let out a sound of protest as he laughs.

He quickly pulls off your leggings and panties. You bring your knees together, hiding yourself from him. He takes off his sweats while he’s at it, leaving him in only his underwear. A wet patch where his head rested. Clearly he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. You’d forgotten how big he was, not only that, he looks like he got even bigger. Shit. The sight making your mouth water while also creating a little fear. How were you supposed to take him again? “You ok baby?” He asks quietly. You just nod slowly.

He brings his hands to your knees before kissing each one gently. “Don’t hide from me baby. Let me see that pretty pussy” he says softly. You slowly drop your knees and open up to him. “Oh fuck. Look at you” he sighs. He moves to lie down on his stomach. Strong arms encase your thighs as he scoots you closer to him. You can feel his breath fan over you as your hole clenches around nothing. Desperate for some type of relief.

He looks up at you through hooded eyes. “Look at that pussy. She’s dripping. Making such a mess.” He presses a gentle kiss to your clit that makes your whole body jump. “Still the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” he whispers before he leans in and licks a stripe from bottom to top. He lets out a groan as his eyes roll back. “Still as sweet as ever too” You push up on your elbows to watch him. “T-Toru” you whimper. “M-more p-please”. You can feel tears starting to prickle your eyes. “Shhh baby shhh. I’ve got you” he says before he dives in.

You let out a breathless moan and your body goes limp against the bed as he runs his tongue all over your pussy. You can feel Satoru moaning and whimpering into your pussy as he devours you. “Oh f-fuck” you cry, hands gripping his hair. He’s being so fucking sloppy. You don’t know if all the fluids are coming from you or him. The moment he sucks on your clit you feel your body try to curl in on itself. “T-Toru t-Toru don’t s-stop” you moan, hands almost ripping the hair out of his head from the grip you have on it. Satoru just growls as he pushes his face even deeper. He pulls back to spit on your pussy once, twice then dives right back in.

When you feel one of his long, slender fingers push into your entrance you feel like you might pass out. “S-so fucking t-tight” he mumbles against you as he feels you clench around his finger. He introduces a second one before he curls them both in a come hither motion. Your body feels like it forgets how to breathe as he perfectly abuses your gspot. “Found it” he smiles against you. You have a death grip on the sheets below you as you feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. It was coming in fast and hard.

“Oh g-god. I’m g-gonna c-cum T-Toru” you moan. “S’good its s-s’good. F-fuck”. You can feel the tears rolling down your cheeks at the intensity. “Cum for me” Satoru mumbles against your pussy. And like he’s in complete control, she obeys immediately. “I-I’m c-cumming fuck I-I’m cu-“ you get cut of by a scream as your whole body spasms. Satoru lets you ride it out as you grind all over his mouth before your body finally settles and your legs twitch in aftershocks.

He kisses the inside of your thighs as he mumbles praises about how good you did for him. Satoru can feel himself leaking into his underwear. Watching you cum that hard was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. His cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt.

He sits up on his knees as he grips his length through his underwear. Trying to give himself a moment of relief.

Your eyes finally flicker open and you let out a breath. Satoru had always been good at eating pussy before, but that was a whole other level. You watch Satoru at the end of the bed, face glistening with your release and stroking his length through his boxers. Pupils blown as he looks at you like he’s going to eat you up.

You sit up and crawl towards him. You curl your fingers around the band of his boxers as you pull them down. His dick springs up and hits his stomach. Precum dribbling down his length that makes your mouth water.

You wrap your hand around him and begin to stroke him as he groans. Satoru feels like he could bust any second. He brings a hand down to rest on your head as you stare up at him. “Y-your hand feels s’ f-fucking good” he moans. You use his precum to wet him from base to tip. You stare up at him with big, wide eyes. “Your cock’s s’pretty Toru. Can I have a taste?” You ask, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Satoru let’s out a deep groan that rumbles in his chest as you continue stroking him. You were gonna make him lose his mind. “Y-your f-fucking ugh e-evil” he moans. “Pretty please toru” you whimper at him, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. His jaw goes slack and his brows furrow as he nods.

You slowly run you tongue from his balls to his leaking tip. You can’t help the moan that escapes you at the taste of him on your tongue. “F-fuck” Satoru let’s out a shuddering breath. His eyes are glued to your movements. You take his head into your mouth, hollowing you cheeks as you suck on him. “S-shit baby. That p-pretty mouth is s-so fucking w-warm and w-wet” he whispers.

You look up at him, holding eye contact, as you take his whole length into your mouth. Satoru’s head falls back between his shoulder blades with a deep moan as you work on swallowing him. You start bobbing your head along his length as drool runs down your chin. Satoru feels like he might pass out from how good your mouth feels. Your tight little throats gripping him just right. He brings his hand to your hair as you moan around him. The room is filled with the sound of your wet mouth and you gagging when he hits deep in your throat.

Satoru can feels his orgasm creeping up on him. If he doesn’t stop now he’s gonna cum. “S-stop baby. Stop” he groans. You ignore his protests as you keep bobbing your head, moaning at how much you love the feel of him in your mouth. Satoru eventually has to use your hair to pull you off. Gripping the base of his cock to try and stave off his orgasm. You let out a whimper of protest. “Was gonna c-cum if you didn’t stop” he explains. “So?” You whine, staring up at him with big eyes and a spit covered chin. “I wanted you to cum in my mouth” you pout.

Satoru growls as he has to grip his base again. He was embarrassingly close from your words. How can a woman who looks so much like an angel suddenly turn into the devil. Destined to make him cum prematurely.

Satoru grips you by the throat as he pulls you to his lips. The kiss is messy, full of teeth, tongue and spit. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You both collapse back onto the bed. Satoru glides his length through your wetness, catching on your clit every time he rolls his hips forwards. He has you a whimpering, wet, mess in seconds. “P-please Toru” You cry. “Please what pretty girl?” He asks, playing dumb as he feels you clench every time he passes over your entrance. “F-fuck me Satoru. P-please” you beg. Satoru just growls as he lines himself up with your entrance.

Satoru chokes on a moan as he pushes his tip into you. Your pussy immediately gripping him like she would never let go. He starts with short, shallow thrusts. Trying to get you used of him again. “O-oh s’big” you moan as your eyes roll back into your skull, the stretch causing a slight sting. He’s only half way in and already feels like he’s in your stomach. “So f-fuckin’ tight” Satoru growls. He felt like he was losing his sanity. Your pussy so warm he felt like his cock was going to melt. When he finally bottoms out you both let out a deep moan. Satoru’s waited 10 years for this. 10 years to be this close to you again.

He brings one hand to your face as he kisses you deeply. “I’ve missed you” he mumbles against your lips. “I’ve missed you too” you mumble back.

Satoru starts rolling his hips into you with slow, deep strokes. “Oh g-god” you gasp, nails digging into his back. Satoru groans at the pain. “Feels good baby?” He asks. “S-so good. So d-deep” you whimper. The room is filled with the sound of you wet cunt squelching every time Satoru bottoms out again.

After a few moments you need more. “H-harder Toru” you moan. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you” he says, concern flashing in his eyes. “I’m s-sure Toru. M-more. H-harder” you plead.

Satoru readjusts so your legs are folded up by your chest and your ankles are on his shoulders. Then he starts pounding into you. “F-fuck” you scream, eyes rolling back. “B-better sweet girl?” Satoru grunts. “Y-yes! F-fuck yes” you moan. Your eyes begin to tear up at the sheer intensity of Satoru hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. Your cervix was for sure going to be bruised after this. “You cryin’?” He smirks. You can’t even give him a proper response, you are just mumbling nonsense back to him.

“Is this what my pretty girl needed? To be fucked dumb?” He asks as his pounding increases. You can hear the sound of your pussy growing wetter with each thrust. “Y-yes” you squeal, nodding like a bobble head. “Pussy’s so fucking wet” Satoru growls. He can feel you grip him every time he talks to you.

Satoru fucks you into a mumbling, crying mess. He can feel his orgasm creeping up his spine. He’s been trying to hold off but doesn’t know how much longer he can. He’s not cumming without seeing you cum again first. He moves his hand to start rubbing sloppy circles on your clit. You let out a pathetic mewl at the added stimulation. “T-too m-much Toru t-too-“ you cry. “N-need you to ugh c-cum for m-me p-pretty girl” he moans.

It’s feels like his dick is in your lung and with the added stimulation of him rubbing your clit, not to mention how hard he’s pounding into you - your orgasm hits you like a freight train.

You cum screaming. “T-thaaaat’s it. G-good girl” he groans. You can see speckles of black in your eyesight as your orgasm rakes through your body. You’re gasping for air as you come down.

Satorus thrust start to get sloppy. He can hear you crying out for him. Your hands on his face make him focus down on you. “C-cum for me T-Toru” you moan. Satoru can only whimper in response. “N-need to p-pull out” he moans. “Where d-do you w-want it?” He’s running out of time. He needs you to make this decision - fast.

He feels your legs move to wrap around his waist. “I-inside. C-cum inside me Toru p-please. W-wan’ it so b-bad!” You cry. That sends Satoru over the edge. He stills as he cums deep inside you, painting those pretty pink gummy walls white. His body twitching as he releases. “F-fuck” he moans into the crook of your neck.

You lay there together, both catching your breath. After a few moments, Satoru groans as he pulls out of you, his release trailing after him. You can’t help but feel empty without him inside you.

He pulls you into his chest as he strokes your hair. For the next few minutes you lie in comfortable silence. “Told you you were never left unsatisfied when it was us” he finally speaks. You gently slap his chest as you both laugh.

You turn to look at him. White strands of hair still stuck to his sweaty face. You push them out of the way as you lean up to kiss him. He sighs into the kiss before you pull back. “Forever?” You whisper, looking into his eyes. “Forever.” He whispers back with a smile.

You

The next morning the sun shining through your window wakes you. You go to move before you realise there’s two strong arms wrapped around you. You turn in Satorus arms to face him. You admire his sleeping face. He looks so peaceful like this.

You gently stroke his face. Trying not to wake him. It doesn’t last long before an azure eye pops open with a sleepy smile. “G’morning” he says, rough morning voice coming out. “Morning” you smile back at him. He pulls you closer to kiss you gently. You both can’t stop smiling into the kiss.

“Time is is?” He asks as he stretches. You turn to check your phone. “It’s 6:30” you sigh. “Fuck. I gotta go get ready. I’m teaching classes today” he sighs. You run your nails along his back, tickling him gently. Satoru lets out a satisfied purr at the feeling.

You both eventually get up, as much as you’d rather have stayed in bed all day with him, you had work today too. You move into the kitchen as you wait for Satoru to get dressed. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Memories of last night coming back to you.

Satoru appears in the kitchen and stops for a moment to kiss you deeply. He pulls away and moves over to the door to put his shoes on. He sighs as he stands to full height. He reaches out to pull you closer. “I’ll see you later, ok?” He says, kissing your forehead. “Ok” you say, smiling up at him. You don’t think you’ve stopped smiling since you woke up next to him.

Satoru leaves as you move into the kitchen to make some coffee. A few moments later you hear a knock at the door. Satoru must have forgotten something. You rush over to the door, grin returning to your face. “Did you forget somethi-“ “Hi Y/N.” You can feel the colour drain from your face and your stomach drop. “K-kenji? What the fuck are you doing here?”

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࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 11:52 A.M 」

i've wanted to write something based on this and this video for a while :)) this is fluff supply before remarried empress au part 2 is posted~

a part of gojo's love entries

satoru had always thought... you were the perfect mother to his child.

“ma...!”

your baby boy, with his white hair and blue eyes full of innocence, was crawling with all his might towards you, and you were on the other side of the bed with open arms, ready to accept him.

“yes, baby, you can do it!” you cheered, an permanent smile on your face, completely adoring his mini-him as he tried to reach you.

you really are. after all, you were the girl of his dreams first and foremost, who then became the woman he had sworn to protect forever.

“just a little bit more! aww, my baby is so cute!”

...but hey, since you were his wife above all, weren't you supposed to take care of him too? these days, you seemed to spend all your love on your son and spared him unamused looks whenever he tried to bed you.

satoru observed as his little baby made his way towards you with visible excitement, totally capturing your attention fully. narrowing his eyes in analysis, he devised a plan.

and so, right before his kid could reach you, he immediately went over to your side, scooped up the baby and pecked you in the lips.

“oh—! satoru!”

“don’t i deserve mama’s attention too...?” he asked, eyes pleading sadly. “hmm?”

“—? waah!” but before you could react to his sneak attack, your baby son was so startled that his eyes filled up with tears. in that moment, he wrenched away from his father's grasp and hurriedly crawled towards you, seeking comfort in your arms, and you hugged him.

“there, there...” you almost laughed at this exchange as you patted his little back, sending a wink at satoru. “poor baby, what has papa done to you, huh?”

satoru pursed his lips in response, directing a slight glare on his baby, who was suddenly calm and smiley as he was smushed against your bosom, looking at him with those wide eyes—as if flaunting his victory.

the little fiend, he thought. i’ll show him!

“listen you...”

and half an hour later, he cornered the boy against the wall, trying to assert his position.

“we need to share mama. you're taking all. her. time.” satoru emphasized, eyeing his baby with narrowed eyes. the boy looked back at him with clear disinterest, merely blinking.

satoru huffed righteously. “you gave her severe tummy ache when you were still inside and now when you're out... you monopolize her love! how is this fair? what am i left with?!”

baby blinked, leaning inquisitively towards him.

“do you understand me? i need my wife bac— gyaaah!”

you literally ran out of the kitchen when you heard satoru’s sudden yell, thinking something had happened. “satoru! what’s wrong—”

only to arrive at the scene of the most amusing sight imaginable. your husband was on the brink of panic as your baby, with a resentful expression, chomping down on his nose.

“he ate my nose! help!”

✮⋆˙ when satoru is super excited, or mad he spits when he talks. | satoru gojo

this is a funny thought that crossed my mind when i watched jjk 0 again.

whenever he sees you, he’s literally splashing water in your face when he talks.

“oh my god i missed you so much!” boom there’s spit droplets on your face.

at first you didn’t mind, you thought it was something cute he did but deeper down the road you got agitated.

“satoru! calm down… you’re spitting… again.” and it’s a camera panning to you swiping off spit that plastered across your face.

or when he’s very visibly upset and he’s trying to get his point across and spit is flying everywhere.

“stop! i don’t care anymore… just stop talking!” your face was half covered with saliva and you didn’t want the other side covered so you just let him have it.

this was a discussion several times and he says every-time that he’ll stop but you later realized it’s something he couldn’t control so he stopped trying to control it.

“stay over there… please.” you beg of him, you didn’t feel like the waterworks that day.

even when he sneezes he doesn’t think to cover his mouth, he’s very inconsiderate when it comes to that.

but you just ran with the “he can’t help it.” an adult child to be honest.

side note, he’s one of those people who coughs obnoxiously.

part 3 full on x

satoru tries to be nonchalant and mysterious when u fuck by staying silent and fucking you like the guys in porn do: no moans, no flavour, nothing. but he lasts about two strokes before literally gasping out the most pornographic moan and refusing to shut up from that point onwards.

hes so talkative, moaning and rambling on about how good and tight you feel wrapped around his cock that he starts to sound stupidly cumdrunk. the only time he's not talking is when he's got his tongue in ur mouth and even then he's still moaning like he's in heat.

toru is so loud too, like you get noise complaints regularly. he never shut up, and when he cums the whole city ends up knowing about it because he's on the verge of tears and begging for you to milk him dry and there's no such thing as too loud when it's you he's fucking. he encourages you to let him hear you, wants the neighbours to know just how good he lays it down for you... he's so annoying i love him

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pretty pls more keeping up with the fushigojos pls i beg

i hear you bestie here’s a crumb

“what is this?”

gojo glances up from his phone and slides his shades down an inch, eyes flicking from you to the item you’re holding up. “is this a trick question?”

your gaze is flat and unimpressed, so he guesses that it’s not. clearing his throat, he slips his phone back into his pocket and sits up a little straighter.

“that’s a limited edition digimon tin lunchbox—”

“incorrect,” you snap, flipping the clasp so the items inside tumble out onto the dining table. “it’s megumi’s lunchbox. i asked you to pack it this morning.”

he gestures down at the items in front of him. “and i did!”

“a chocolate bar, some loose candies, and a container of chocolate covered pretzels? with a soda to wash it down?”

gojo doesn’t really see a problem. it’s food, isn’t it? not his fault the brat didn’t eat it. “he’s six, that’s like every normal kid’s dream lunch!”

you just sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “he needs real food. fruits and vegetables. cheese and crackers. he didn’t want to eat this so he got his teacher to call me.”

“and what’d you feed him? lettuce? carrots?” gojo sticks his tongue out, shuddering. “he’s a kid, not a rabbit.”

looking him in the eyes, you deadpan, “i took him out for sushi.”

this is probably third on his list of worst betrayals.

“you— you went to get sushi? without me? where did you take him? was it sushi go? don’t tell me it was sushi go—”

“it was sushi go,” you shrug.

oh, this is like a stab in the back (he’s very intimate with the feeling). “why didn’t you bring me? why didn’t you bring tsumiki? you can’t just bring one member of the fa—”

he doesn’t detect one ounce of pity in your voice when you add, “oh, i brought tsumiki.”

god, you’re really twisting the knife now, aren’t you? “what?!”

you sniff, wholly unaffected by his dramatic wailing. “yeah, she didn’t like the lunch you packed her either, but she ate some of it because she didn’t want you to feel bad.”

“so we’re a household of lying and betrayal now? i see how it is,” he huffs, slumping in his chair and pulling out his phone. “how would you feel if i called shoko and nanami to invite them out for sushi? without you?”

“that’s not the point—”

he holds up a finger to stop you, sensing the spike in your cursed energy and knowing he’s dangerously close to losing said finger. he texts nanami and shoko anyway, throwing them into a group chat and delighting at their quick responses.

[gojo] how would you guys like to get sushi with me?

[gojo] my treat. i’ll even drive us there.

[nanami] when?

“at least some people care about my feelings,” he tells you, waving his phone at you like it’s a trophy.

[gojo] today! :D

[nanami] no. i already ate lunch today.

[shoko] nanami who is that?

[gojo] the sexiest sorcerer you’ve ever known ;)

[shoko] utahime?

his thumbs hover over the screen. there are some emotions that just can’t be captured over text.

[nanami] it’s gojo.

[shoko] oh

[shoko] then no.

“you’re all so mean,” he pouts, clearing the chat immediately. “i have fake friends.”

you just roll your eyes at his dramatics. “just come here, you big baby. i’ll teach you how to make a proper lunch.”

so he ends up in the kitchen with you, learning how to make a lunch to please literal children.

you remind him that megumi is a brat who doesn’t like red peppers and likes his sandwiches with the crust cut off. tsumiki is a literal angel who likes when you shape little onigiri into hearts and prefers strawberry milk to regular milk. megumi likes to dip his vegetables in ranch, but tsumiki prefers hummus. megumi gets candied ginger as a treat on fridays, and tsumiki gets strawberry pocky.

apparently you’ve even started placing little encouraging notes in their boxes. you’re so cheesy, he can’t even believe he’s dating you.

(and, sure, the first time he tries packing their lunch without your supervision, he gets a few things mixed up and he ends up throwing a few bills at them before school.

but he learns to get it right eventually.)

-

it’s a few days after the failed mission at the eishu detention center when megumi walks into his dorm to see a tin lunchbox sitting on his desk.

he chuckles lightly when he sees the faded digimon characters, fingertips tracing familiar dents and scrapes.

he flips the clasp open, a small, fond smile tugging on his lips as he studies what’s inside

two sandwiches with the crusts cut off, a mix of veggies (no red pepper), a little container of ranch, and some candied ginger. there’s a little note too, written in gojo’s neat penmanship.

everything’s going to be okay.

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 !

- gojo satoru x reader // zen'in naoya x reader

the path of love is never easy for you, be it now or back then. love, pain, betrayal and tragedy — you have been through them all. after all is said and done, you just want one chance at happiness. so will your second marriage be what you always want it to be, or will it be one last heartbreak you have to go through?

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—might be ooc, angst, hurt/comfort, a lot of fluff, marriage of convenience, explicit smut (semi-public sex), pregnancy, childbirth, mentions of curses

note: loosely inspired by and taking some elements of manhwa remarried empress. this is the final part of remarried empress au trilogy! wc. 9.4k ! i'm so happy with how well-received this little series is :') thank you so, so much for reading!

credit header goes to @/poro06625649 in twitter!

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“Satoru...”

Once, to you, love meant complete acceptance. To be able to accept someone so wholly, unquestionably, as they are.

Until you excelled in everything, a stone throw away from perfection even, and Naoya still spurned you.

When you married Satoru out of sheer impulse just to preserve your standing, you thought you had found that kind of love at last. Until it became clear a part of him wanted something else, and you couldn't accept that.

At the same time, you also felt like a hypocrite, because you wanted that love for you, and yet you couldn't give the same to him and even doubted him altogether. Using each other, you had even said.

But right at this moment... none of that mattered anymore.

Not when Satoru forcefully hurled Suguru aside, fought his way through the searing heat, tearing away debris after debris, punching through the remnants of the collapsing pagoda, all while dreadfully screaming your name.

“Where are you!? Gods, answer me!” He looked like a desperate madman. He was hyperventilating, bloodied, and yet he kept violently flinging the debris, determined to find you.

That sight of him struck you straight in the heart. He could've obliterated the whole tower with his ability if he wanted to, but he didn't. Doing so would seal your fate entirely.

He yelled your name once again, pouring his anguish and frustration into the air that his voice grew hoarse. “Where are you!”

If this isn't love, you thought almost tearfully. Then what is?

“Satoru!” and so you forced yourself to walk, despite being on the verge of collapse. Seeing him like this tore your heart to shreds. “Satoru!”

He stopped abruptly, his chest still heaving violently before turning to you. At first, he thought it was the voice inside his head. Everything around him was a chaotic blur, so when he turned to find you standing there, miraculously unharmed, he was stunned.

A shuddering breath escaped him as he gazed at you, the blue in his eyes filled with so much fright you had never seen before. "Y/N...?"

You staggered on your feet, your dress appearing singed at the edges—but you were there, alive.

"What are you doing!?" you admonished, almost in tears. "Why do you hurt yourself like that!?"

Suddenly, it was hard to breathe, but he didn't hesitate. He flung the splinter in his hand away and sprinted towards you, roughly pulling you into his arms.

"—!" he rasped, almost gasping for air, while squeezing the back of your head closer. "Heavens, I thought... I thought you were—!"

Satoru was trembling so badly in your embrace, unable to utter another word as he buried his face in your shoulder. He was beyond shaken—grunting, taking sharp breaths, and holding you so tightly that it left you at a loss of words.

He only pulled back once, albeit shakily, to have a good look of your face. There was one bruise on your cheek and you were covered in soot.

But you were still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"I'm fine..." you tried reassuring him, lips wobbling, placing a hand on his palm that touched your face. "I'm fine now..."

Then Satoru pulled you close again, and you came willingly. Simply holding you, he inhaled the scent of the roses mixed with ash in your hair, feeling your breath on his neck.

To see this man, usually so self-assured, reduced to such a mess out of fear for you touched you deeply. You nestled closer to him, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

In that moment, as you two clung to each other, nothing else matters.

"You've always coveted what I have..."

The ice in your eyes and the chill in your words felt like a curse. Hanabi was beside herself every day ever since she had left Western Empire. No way, she even saw you in her dreams!

Granted, her impulsiveness had almost cost her everything. She shouldn't have placed that curse on the necklace— she shouldn't have dared to attempt it in the first place.

But seeing that piece that had tied you two together—the testament to Naoya's remaining affection for you, however small it was—made Hanabi burn with jealousy. Why did he remember you still? Hadn't he dethroned you and chosen her?

Also, why did you put it as if she had been trying to take all that you had? She was now a royal consort, she was just demanding what she was due!

"...and sooner or later, that will be your downfall."

Hanabi shivered as an intense chill seemed to enter her body, spreading rapidly to her limbs and brain, immobilizing her. What is it? Why are your words struck her to the core?

"My lady, are you alright?" her attendant walked up to her as she clutched her chest.

"I-I..." Hanabi faltered, trying to even her breath. "I'm not feeling that well..."

"Shall I get the physician? You do look pale..."

"Please do."

Damn you. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. You must've cursed her, that must be it! Why else did she keep hearing your voice?

"Sending you back to Naoya is a punishment in itself—you know that by now."

No, she had come this far. Even if she couldn't have Naoya's favor, even if she couldn't become the empress... she would fight tooth and nail to remain a consort.

After all, all her life, she was meant for this.

. . .

And true to her conviction... once again, fortune favors the bold.

"My lady, congratulations! You're with child!"

Hanabi blinked at the cheerful royal physician as he delivered the news. "R-really? Are you... sure?"

"Certainly! Oh, this is great news! The emperor will surely be delighted by this news!"

For a full minute, Hanabi sat there, stunned in amazement. She had really done it, and if it was a boy this time, then...

"Aha..." she burst into a small titter then, before breaking into a full-blown laugh. "Ahahaha!"

You're wrong, Empress Y/N. This time, I will show you.

"Congratulations, my lady!" the ladies around her gathered, showering her with praises. And Hanabi knew that finally, her time had come.

True paradise begins in hell. And now, I've risen from that hell.

Contrary to what you told Satoru, you were, in fact, not fine.

Shoko was the one who led you out of the burning pagoda, sustaining burns herself in the process. Immediately after you found Satoru, who was frantically on the verge of losing his sanity searching for you, you collapsed in his arms.

You had inhaled a significant amount of smoke, there was a gash in your arm, and you were even bleeding due to the stress.

And therefore, you were put on bedrest for the next upcoming weeks by the royal physician's orders and by extension, Satoru's.

However, during those three weeks, Satoru never visited you even once.

. . .

"Are you sure you're well enough to be walking around already?"

After being confined to your bedchamber for what felt like forever, you decided to take a stroll in the royal gardens. Shoko was the one in charge of watching you like a hawk these days. She didn't usually follow you around—you noticed she often went out on her own—but lately, she insisted on being by your side.

"Mm-hmm, I'm perfectly well now, Shoko," you gave her a smile as you admired the blue roses in the bushes. "You don't have to keep an eye on me all the time. I'm feeling better already."

You would be lying if you said you didn't miss your husband. A part of you of course wanted Satoru to check on you, or at least, your baby. Three weeks had passed, and your belly was now rounder and heavier.

"Oh, well... That's good then..."

Shoko seemed a bit unsure, frowning even, and you had your guesses, so you decided to bite the bullet. "How is Satoru these days?"

"Eh?"

"You must've seen him. He isn't avoiding you like he does me."

"Your Majesty..." Shoko let out a long sigh, seemingly exasperated and sorry at the same time, and you knew you hit the mark with it. "He's well, don't worry too much about him."

"Is he taking enough breaks?"

"He— err, I'm not really sure about that."

"Then, next time you see him, along with my general condition, tell him that I want him to do so."

You didn't mean to make Shoko uncomfortable, and if you did, then it was most definitely not what you intended. You just wanted a way to communicate with your brooding husband, that was all.

"You absolute imbecile! This is beyond ridiculous, why are you refusing to meet your own wife and talk to her?!"

If it had been anyone other than Countess Shoko, they would have certainly been hanged for their outrageous words against the emperor.

Satoru actually felt bitter for not visiting you ever since that day of the fire. Truth to be told, he was worried sick, the terror of thinking you might have perished in the blaze still lingered with him to this day.

He wanted nothing more than to hug you and bury his face in yours. He genuinely wanted you to be well and safe, always. Preferably, if he could keep you close too.

So, why did he avoid you on purpose?

First, the utter awkwardness. Second, the very fact that you had allowed those scums from Eastern Empire to be released. He still couldn't accept it, no matter how. In his eyes, you did it out of love for Naoya.

And that, in and of itself, was like a betrayal of his heart.

"She is becoming unhappy," Shoko noted earlier, frustration evident in her tone. "And on some nights, she also experiences hip pains due to carrying your baby. You're heartless if you don't even come to look at her even once!"

But then, Satoru felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. His unborn child.

...he had left you more or less alone now, hadn't he?

In reality, you preferred the secluded comfort of your study over the royal gardens.

And yet, that beloved study Satoru gifted you on the day he married you and you became the empress of Western Empire felt constricting lately. You almost felt claustrophobic.

Maybe it was the burgundy walls, or perhaps it was the sting of bitterness in your chest that you tried to suppress so others wouldn't see. You didn't really care which though.

So, you often wandered through the gardens to enjoy the fresh air, and at times, stopping by the spot where the pagoda once stood.

Nothing. Now that was all that left. The image of a once-beautiful tower reduced to dust and the scorched earth evoked a sense of loss within you, and what made it more painful was knowing that you were the one responsible for its destruction.

But still, what hurt the most was... what had happened to the man who had trembled with fear, believing you might not have escaped the burning pagoda? Why had he spared you with nothing at all?

"Meow..."

You looked at the squirming cat in your arms, his fluffy tail tickling you. "Oh, Sugu-chan, do you want to take a walk too?"

The clear blue eyes of Satoru's pet cat looked back at you demurely before he leapt out of your arms and trotted ahead, as if leading the way.

With nothing better to occupy your time, you often played with Sugu-chan to amuse yourself these days. The cat, with its gentle disposition, frequently curled up next to you for comfort and he somehow made those days better.

"Sugu-chan, don't stray too far!" you called out, trailing closely behind him. Knowing well that you weren't well enough to chase after him should he run off, you watched to ensure he didn't disappear from sight. "Oh!"

And sigh, he did just that. Sugu-chan leapt into the bushes, prompting you to release a resigned breath before navigating through the maze-like foliage.

"Sugu-chan, where are youuu?" you drew a breath, glancing around in confusion. "If only you were calmer like your namesake..."

After navigating several corners, you turned another and spotted a fluffy white fur, and you swore to the skies that you would yank Sugu-chan by his tail if he were to wander off again, when—

"Meooow!"

"Bad, bad cat! Why did you bite me—!?"

—and there you saw your husband, crouching down as he clutched his hand, before he whipped his head to look at you—

"Satoru," you straightened your back by instinct, your heartbeat quickening.

His eyes turned blank for a second, before those blue pools regarded you with a look you couldn't really discern. "Y/N."

. . .

It was awkward silence throughout the way. You didn't even realize when you had arrived at Satoru's study.

You had wanted this unsettling atmosphere between you to end. Why couldn't both of you just be honest already? You were about to voice your thoughts when suddenly Satoru, who had his back on you, suddenly said:

"I will not have a scandal. Therefore, you will behave in a way that nothing is known against you. In return, you will retain your privileges as the empress of the Western Empire, and continue to fulfill your duties."

That? That's the first thing he said to you after those weeks sonorous silence? This stiff, faux nonsense of him pardoning you of your supposed treason?

"Is that all you have to say to me?" you blurted almost immediately, feeling your anger rising. "After everything—"

"After everything— yes." Satoru's back was still facing you, his light blue robes shifted slightly as he tucked his hands inside his pocket pants. "Despite everything, I have nothing but concern for you, Empress. And your act of treason— even if you take no offense, I still consider it a stain on my name to let a pair of criminals go free. Consider it my generosity that I decided to overlook it."

Your body felt like shaking, his strained and formal words irked you, and at the same time, pierced through your heart and tore it to pieces.

"I've told you— I can't let Megumi be condemned for a deed he hasn't committed," you stated firmly, staring hard at his back as if you could bore a hole through him. "He is a kind boy, he used to be my ward. And you know as well as I do, he isn't capable of such a thing!"

"What about that consort—the woman who overtook your place?" he suddenly turned to face you, and the expression on his face almost made you shrink. There was no emotions in his eyes, just a dark hue of blue. "She was the one staging it, wasn't she?"

"I'm not vindictive enough to sentence her to her death here, Satoru." The more you argued about this, the more you felt like you were losing him. "Naoya will deal with her as he sees fit."

The mention of your ex-husband seemed to trigger something in him that his lips curled into a sneer.

"So much trust you place in him. As I thought, I should've never expected the same for me. Granted, we're just using each other, aren't we?"

Your own words thrown back at you, it felt like your shattered heart was being stomped on and reduced to dust, because how could he?

Still, you blinked away your tears, steeling yourself with the one fact even Satoru wouldn't be able to refute. "You said it yourself—you intend to use me for your war against the Eastern Empire. How am I not supposed to see that as you using me?"

You let out a scoff when Satoru wasn't able to answer you, but then suddenly it occurred to you that there might be another reason, one you had suspected, and yet still not able to make sense of.

"I'd think jealousy is insulting to you, so why?" you questioned, suddenly feeling a sense of betrayal. "Why is it that you can't believe that I can love you the same way I did Naoya? Or possibly even more?"

To Satoru, that very thought still felt like a thorn inside his chest. How you managed to see through him almost made his facade falter—

"And if you feel that it's unfair to you how you're the one who keeps proving yourself—then tell me," you suddenly demanded with a gritted teeth. "How am I supposed to believe you've loved me when I know marrying me came at just the right time for your goals?"

"That's not true!" he suddenly raised his voice, all pretentiousness forgotten. Right in this moment, to your surprise, he no longer resembled the cold, distant emperor he seemed to be.

“From the very moment you led me by the hand twenty years ago, I’ve longed for you! And now that I finally have you— it goes beyond mere infatuation or obsession! Heavens help me, but fuck it— I love you so damn much!”

It was everything. Satoru had poured his entire heart out in one go, believing it would be enough, until he saw you trembling, visibly holding back tears.

Your pretty eyes widened as you took in his confession. Your precious lips parted slightly, wobbling in effort to hold yourself together—

—until you felt light all of a sudden, as if the boulder in your heart had came crashing down, as if you had let go of all fears, and a small chuckle escaped you.

"You said, the woman you thought to have a semblance of affection for you doesn't exist," your voice was uneven but you tried so hard to sound clear, a relieved smile forming on your lips. "But she does. I do."

“I love you, Satoru.” The first of your tears fell then, and your voice came out in a sob. “I believe I love you. I'm the happiest while being with you. And so, to hear you say that I'm just a part of your plans makes me so incredibly sad, I—”

“I just want… the honest truth from you.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself, your eyes glistening like diamonds as you fought back the tears.

He swore something inside him twisted and bled at your voice, and suddenly, nothing else mattered—

Not when you have bared everything.

Before he could think, he took two decisive strides towards you and pulled you into his arms.

"Don't cry..." he pulled you tighter into him. "I'm sorry— don't cry, sweetheart, please—"

You kept sniffling into him, and Satoru felt his heart break then, as never had he seen you so utterly dejected that you surrendered in his arms.

How was it possible that the mere realization and sight of your genuine affection and tears reduced him to a man who would give up everything for you?

“It’s true, I have been planning to wage war against Eastern Empire for years. I took measures to keep them in check, and I do think having you by my side would definitely give me an advantage. But that’s not it... when I saw how you were being wronged there, I was even more convinced it was the rightest thing to do.”

He loves you. Even if he had committed various things, be it heinous or deceptive, one truth that transcends all is that his love for you is genuine.

“You mean so much to me,” he whispered into your ear, his hand tracing along your spine. “Everything else might be true, but you— no, I have loved you first before everything.”

Oh. You looked up to him, finding his clear, steadfast gaze on you. So this is how he is like when he isn’t hiding behind that crafty smile. When he is being most truthful.

The overflowing emotions obliterated whatever doubts you had left. You felt full. A profound, pervasive sense of love radiated through your myriad thoughts.

And to him, nothing was more liberating than knowing that you returned his love with equal fervor.

You felt bliss... utter bliss.

You didn't really know when you fell asleep, but it felt like the best rest you had in ages. For weeks, you had been waking up in the middle of the night, either in cold sweat or feeling tingling, barely-there stabs in your growing belly. On those nights, you would clutch the pillow beside you for comfort.

But tonight, you felt warm, and the first thing you noticed was Satoru's hair right in your face. He had laid his head above your chest, and his fingers were gently stroking your visible bump.

"Satoru...?" you asked sleepily, and he immediately turned to you in slight surprise.

"Did I wake you?" he looked almost alarmed. "Or do you feel any kind of pain or—?"

"No, just—" and you bit your lip when that familiar stab of pain shot through your hips. Your hand pressed against the spot as you let out a small grunt.

"Hey, what do you feel now?" Satoru immediately moved beside you, capturing you in the warmth of his embrace. "Does it hurt much? Do I need to call for—"

"No need to, it's fine—"

"It's not fine," he firmly retorted, his jaw set in a tight line. "The royal physician will come here first thing in the morning and that's final."

A faint smile formed in your lips as you curled closer and sighed contentedly into him. "Whatever you wish then, Your Majesty."

Satoru took that as a hint of sarcasm, but he simply pressed you closer and placed his warm hand over the spot where your hand rested. "Shoko told me. How long have you been enduring this?"

"Fairly recently, actually. A few weeks or so..."

I never knew. He berated himself because how would he be aware of this when he had completely shut you down? The stress must've gotten to you, and you were so delicate right now...

"Sorry," he sighed into your hair, his voice so quiet it was almost unheard. "From now on, everything that makes you uncomfortable, please tell me."

You looked up at him, searching his face, and when your innocent eyes met his, he relented.

"I'll do everything in my power to ensure you have a smooth journey in delivering our child." His words, sharp yet genuine, made your heart nearly leap out of your chest. "I hate seeing you in any sort of discomfort."

He fretted over you this much and yet he used to think you wouldn't show him the same affection in return. That was so ridiculous when you thought about it now.

"Ah," you giggled freely, wrapping your arms tight around him, and Satoru was taken aback at how that simple affirmation from you made something inside him feel lighter.

His endearing queen, who loved him back, now right in his arms. As he massaged your waist, he thought back to many years of careful planning and schemes, just for one particular goal...

“Not anymore,” he told you quietly, and you sleepily blinked your eye open. “I love you too much to break your heart.”

“Hmm?”

You were puzzled, and could feel his hot breath at such a close distance. And then those blue crystal of eyes met yours, full of warmth, and the corners of his lips curved into a soft smile, one that caught you by the heart.

“I’m made of many things. The emperor of this land, a soldier of many ambitions... but in the end, just a man.” His voice was languid and yet so gentle that it almost lulled you to sleep again. “If it were up to me, I’d have no qualms with warring the Eastern Empire. But now... I no longer wish to do that.”

Anticipation surged within you at his words, but still...

Noticing your reluctance, Satoru pinched your cheek and smiled. "It's not what you want. I thought I could proceed with it even if it'd leave you heartbroken... but apparently I can't."

And with his next proclamation, you knew without a doubt that this time, they were truer than anything else.

“And do you know? Because I love you, I’m willing to do anything for you. Mark my words, my queen— From now on... Heaven and earth, I would give it all to you.”

"Mm..." Whether it was your hormones or the sheer sincerity that shone through his words, tears were brimming in your eyes as Satoru gave you his oath. "Thank you... for thinking of me."

"Anything for you, sweetheart." He dipped his head to press a kiss on your lips and you were about to snuggle closer to him when you felt that familiar flutter and suddenly let out a gasp—

"Satoru!" you exclaimed, almost startling him, but you immediately reached out and placed his hand on your belly. "Feel it!"

And then, his eyes widened slightly. It was the most wondrous moment he had ever experienced in his life as he felt the baby inside you kick and ripple beneath his palm.

"Ah..." he exhaled the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Baby... she moves..."

The very idea of a precious baby girl that was an exact replica of you suddenly made his heart lurch. Satoru swore in that moment to protect her with his life... he didn't know it was possible, but he was already in love with her even when she wasn't born yet.

"Why are you so sure it's a girl?" you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and smooched his jaw when he was rendered speechless. "I want a boy, you know."

Satoru snapped out of his trance and sullenly huffed. "I still hope it's a girl. I want a princess I can spoil rotten."

"I want a baby boy who looks like you." Your sincere wish surprised him, and he turned to you in bewilderment. "That way, even when you're away, I won't miss you as much since I still have the little prince near me."

"Ha." Satoru feigned a snort to cover the faint blush steadily gathering in his cheeks. Good heavens, how cute was it that he wanted a girl who resembled you and you wanted a boy just so he'd look like him? He was so giddy that he failed to come up with a witty comeback for you.

Pure bliss. After everything, this is your life from now on.

Shoko stood in front of your chambers the next morning, her heels clacking like a ticking watch of doom.

Unlike the everlasting frown etched on her face, she was actually in a dilemma, debating her choices outside your chambers. It was late morning already, but she'd hate to go in if you were not alone.

If she went ahead and caught you with Gojo on your bed—and worse, naked—with her own eyes... no, it was unthinkable what the sight would do to her. She would never recover. She would spew unforgivable profanities and Gojo might have her banished for real.

"What are you doing?"

Shoko whirled around so fast to suppress her shriek, and shot a look of distaste as soon as she saw who was behind her—Duke Geto. "Don't sneak up on me like that! You're not small like Sugu-chan!"

Suguru, prim and neat with his tied bun and black robes, raised one eyebrow, clearly swallowing any comments regarding the cat. "What are you doing, loitering in the hallway?"

"The empress hasn't woken up yet, and it's nearly midday. She has engagements with the master of tea parties later."

"Don't bother. Satoru's there. He'll most likely tell you that her schedule can be rearranged, and his word is law."

Shoko barked a laugh and Suguru too broke into a smile.

"So, they're good now?"

"Yeah... seems so."

"Thank fuck. Gojo owes me one for this."

The two friends chuckled again, relieved to know that the cold war between both of you had ceased.

Suguru leaned against the wall, his eyes crinkled at a memory. "Don't you remember those days, when Satoru used to watch the empress at each and every ball we attended, back when she was still the crown princess?"

Shoko crossed her arms, letting out a loud snort. "Oh yes. Everyone talked about him. The prince smitten by a rival country's betrothed... his reputation took a hit, but he never cared."

"I never took him seriously until recently. He was so adamant in his plans for the East that I thought... maybe it was all just to realize his war plans."

"Geto... don't tell me," the countess eyed her longtime friend incredulously. "Have not seen enough of the empress' paintings hanging in the halls? Is that not convincing enough for you?"

Throughout almost one year of your marriage, Satoru had commissioned at least five paintings of you to hang in the palace halls. Servants, members of parliament, and peerage must have seen at least one of your pictures whenever they turned a corner.

"If that's not stupidly in love, I didn't know what that is." Shoko shook her head with a smile. "Gojo has been spellbound for like years. I just never thought he'd really have her in the end though."

Suguru and Shoko had been by Satoru’s side for many years. Suguru was the closest to him still, and he had seen his friend for everything he was.

And knowing that Satoru was genuine in choosing this path, all Suguru could do was be happy for him.

“Life always has its ways… heh, I suppose all’s well that ends well.”

SOME MONTHS LATER . . .

"There, there, Sugu-chan!"

Suguru flinched. Satoru snickered.

"Meow!"

And you continued to tickle the white cat happily, seated a few feet away from both of them with a broad grin on your face.

"Should... Her Majesty be so close to the cat?" Suguru eventually asked, casting a skeptical gaze on you. The presence of the feline was certainly not what he expected when he entered Satoru's study per his summons. "It's dirty often and may affect her health."

"No, no... I never let him walk outside anymore and he has to be cleaned all times before the empress plays with him." Satoru's sly smile was a clear sign of taunt. "Suguru~ Won't you play with him too?"

Suguru shot him a withering look, his eyes twitching again the moment you addressed the cat by his childhood nickname.

"Oh, Sugu-chan, you're so gentle..." you exclaimed with a giggle. Your fingers gently scratched the cat's chin and behind his ears, causing him to purr happily and roll onto his back.

"Meooow~"

"Anyway, why did you call me here?" Suguru let out a sigh, disregarding the background noises and leveled a questioning look at his friend and ruler of the country.

"Hmm, nothing of importance actually, my cat just misses you is all," Satoru shrugged nonchalantly and Suguru really was about to pop a vein at his blatant response.

He then threw a sharp glance towards the pet and Sugu-chan immediately let out a dissatisfied hiss. This was always the way since the first day Satoru adopted him.

"Your cat, evidently, dislikes me at first sight."

"That's because he senses your animosity!"

Seeing how uncomfortable the duke looked, you suppressed a laugh and scooped up the feline into your arms. "Forgive me, Duke Geto. It's my idea to bring you here since I'm curious how you'd react if you and Sugu-chan are in the same room..."

...well, if it was your wish, who was he to deny it? Satoru would come for his head first should he do so.

You winked. "I'll bring him out for a walk, feel free to talk to your heart's content."

"Don't overexert yourself," Satoru warned, his playful expression towards him shifting to a concerned look for you, surprising Suguru in the process. "If walking is too much, take a rest."

"Yes, yes... I'll be fine~"

Satoru never took his eyes off you until you left his study, and Suguru couldn't help but smile.

"The way you always soften around her will never fail to surprise me," he noted with a hint of amusement.

"Then get surprised all your life because that's all I will do," he retorted with a proud smirk. "Oh right... how is the progress for the new courtyard?"

To replace the pagoda lost in your incident, Satoru came up with another gift for you—a private courtyard for your own personal pleasure. It still remained a secret from you, with Suguru tasked to oversee its construction.

"It's expected to be done before the empress' birthday, don't worry."

"Good..." His lips curved with satisfaction, before a blush tinted his cheeks. "And by then, the baby must've already..."

You were far along now, evident from how your dresses were no longer able to hide the curve of your swollen belly. He was to become a father soon, and anyone could see how elated Satoru was.

And suddenly he fixed his sharp gaze on his friend. "And Suguru, what about the other thing I asked? Have you looked into it?"

"Yeah...?"

"Zen'in Naoya's wench—" Satoru's eyes glinted with something akin to malice, as he still had that smile. "What did you find about her?"

Royal Consort Hanabi. A while ago, he also asked him to investigate her background, and Suguru almost forgot about it if he hadn't asked.

"Prior working as a palace servant, she was a former maid for Duke Kamo. As with all servants there, she was not treated kindly."

"Kamo? Interesting..."

The Kamo clan used to sit at Eastern Empire's throne up until Naoya's ancestors usurped it. Now, the heir remained a wealthy duke, and it was well-known that the fates of anyone who crossed him didn't end well.

Satoru hummed, barking a snort. "Well, I suppose that's it then. Suguru, proceed as is."

"I really thought you were done with any of your revenge plans." Suguru really didn't want to bring it up but he wasn't sure if this would bode well.

"I've given up on spilling blood, because that's not what my queen wants..." Satoru's smile froze on his face, yet his eyes sparkled. "But that doesn't mean I'll let that lowly bitch go unscathed. Our empress might be a saint and have chosen to spare her, but I most certainly am not as forgiving."

The chilly white light of the chandelier above him cast an eerie glow on Emperor Gojo Satoru at that moment, and Suguru almost shuddered.

"Didn't I tell you before? Anyone who dares to lay their hands on my empress... they have to pay the price."

Meanwhile in the Eastern Empire's palace, the royal consort still was the object of everyone's praises as of late.

It was almost astonishing how well she was treated recently, all because she was carrying the emperor's child, Hanabi thought with irony. So this was her life now.

Valued when she is able please the emperor, discarded when she fails to do so.

Sometimes it made her wonder, if it were still you in her place, would you be treated the same way? Or would you always be revered just like you were, unconditionally?

No matter. Her thoughts always leaned towards comparing herself with you, despite how much she hated it. Yet it was no use thinking of it now.

After all, now Naoya was in her arms.

She couldn't help but marvel at the sight of his sharp eyebrows and jaw. Hanabi had always thought, he was most handsome when he was vast asleep, when he wasn't hurling profanities at her or anyone else.

At first, she just wanted his love, and then a happy ending. She was never audacious enough to covet the empress' seat. But now she had to, after what you said to her.

"...that will be your downfall."

How could you? How dare you? Hanabi had gone through so much, who are you to dictate how her fates will turn out?

She now carried a son. She had even gone to an oracle to make sure of it. Soon, she would be the empress of this empire, and you would be forced to regard her as an equal.

And she was very much looking forward to that day…

Safe to say... you have long since thrown away any thoughts regarding the one woman who isn't worth a second of your time in your blissful days...

“Satoru, hng— ahh!” a lustful, provocative moan escaped your lips as you bucked your hips against his lips—face—and all the while, you weren’t even properly dressed.

But your emperor of a husband insisted on dipping his head inside your thin bathrobe and devouring you right on the staircase leading to the bathing chamber.

“Ah—aah—hah!” you threw your head back, spreading your legs impossibly wider around his shoulder, as you felt his lips licking your drenched nub.

You wanted so badly to see him, but weren’t able to do so as not only your belly had become such a dome that hindered you from seeing your lower half, Satoru hiding under your robes meant you wouldn’t be able to see him at all.

And so, all you could do was feel, feel and feel.

Feel how sticky wet your womanhood was, feel how his hair was tickling your thighs, and feel how as he eagerly sucked and nipped at you, it almost made you see stars—

“Satoru, the servants… mmrngh! Can walk in!” you tried to reason and yet failing at the same time as a shuddering pleasure washed over you like a rising tide.

“So be it,” came Satoru’s daring reply from underneath. “Let them see… and I’ll tell them— this is how their empress comes to be s-so swollen… with the fruit of my labors!”

You moaned again unabashedly, not even bothering to hold it back as the noises you made echoed throughout the hall, your fingers curling and clawing at the marbled tiles.

And soon, you couldn’t hold it in anymore as you came around his tongue.

“Ah…” you writhed breathlessly, feeling how your cum helplessly gushing out, limp against the stairs. Your body jerked, and cramped as you felt him taking in everything that came out of you.

When he was done, Satoru gently removed your light robe and embraced you, taking in every detail. He admired the cascade of your hair over your shoulder, the softness of your skin—seemingly even softer in recent months—and how your body gracefully accommodated the baby.

So heavy with his child… and yet it only roused his desires.

“Look at you, do I tire you out?” he chuckled, licking the remnants of your juice off his lips. You shot him an unamused look and poked his chest in response.

“Here, let me clean you up...”

After cleaning you, he gathered you and brought you to the bath tub, submerging both of you in the warm water.

Satoru pulled you close from behind, wrapping his arms around your upper body, gently kissing your neck.

“You’re so affectionate,” you giggled as you caressed his cheek. “I had half a mind that you’d be repulsed with how big I’ve become, and yet you never stray far from my bed.”

“Nonsense. Your chamber is the temple and I worship any ground you walk on.”

“You’re not worshipping me?”

“I do more than just worship you, my goddess.” Satoru drawled out with a lazy smile, burning a wet kiss on your face. “You know that.”

At this moment, you felt warm and fulfilled, resigning yourself to your husband's arms with a contented sigh... until you let out a low hiss when you felt the familiar pounding from inside your belly.

"Shh," Satoru warm hand pressed on the protruding spot in your bump, soothing you. "There, there... don't hurt your mama, hmm?"

Soon, you'd have your baby in your arms, and your heart melted at the very thought. That little baby would soon be running the palace halls, bringing joy to this empire.

"You know I'd protect you from anything and everything," your husband said to you in a whisper, lovingly breathing in your scent. "So my only wish for you is to deliver the baby safely. Afterwards, leave the rest to me, hmm?"

I don't want to lose you. That was clearly the fear behind his words. Satoru's grip on you tightened and you kissed his arm, reassuring him.

After everything you went through, this would be your happy ending, and you would do whatever it takes to win it.

And then the day comes —

Your labor pains started at the crack of dawn, and you were immediately brought to the birthing chambers afterwards.

Even within the confines of your chambers, your cries echoed through the halls. Shoko and several of your maids stayed with you inside, while the Archbishop guarded the entrance.

"It's almost a day and a half," Satoru muttered restlessly, unable to go on with his day as he paced outside. He had been with you when you woke up to your waters breaking, and he hadn't been able to think straight since.

A maid rushed outside with bloodied towels and he immediately stopped her. "How is the empress? Is she alright?"

The petrified maid bowed her head. "Her Majesty is losing blood, Your Majesty!"

He lost all reasons that very moment. "I have to come inside—!"

"You can't be in there, Your Majesty!" Archbishop Yaga sternly forbid, standing in his way. "It's women's business inside—you should be ready when they announced the birth of the child!"

Satoru's eyes twitched with fury and he was really about to drive past him when this time, it was Shoko who came out, looking alarmed. "Gojo! She's asking for you!"

"He cannot!"

"Suguru..." Satoru turned to his friend with a look and immediately, the duke went to the man side.

The emperor then regarded him with an unsettling smile. "Do you like being the Archbishop?"

"Huh?"

"Would you want to keep your position as the Archbishop?"

"Your Majesty!"

"Do you believe you can keep your position as the Archbishop... by defying me?"

Yaga fell silent, as if he had just swallowed a sour lemon, and Satoru seized the opportunity to push him aside. "Then move."

Even after Satoru had rushed inside, Suguru remained near the archbishop and Yaga looked at him incredulously. "He went inside already, why are you still here?"

"His Majesty's orders. Have to keep an eye for you for evaluation since he has another candidate in mind should he deem you unfit in your role..."

"Who is the other candidate!?"

"Ah, he told me his name was... Priest Akutami?"

. . .

Pain blinded your senses that you fell back to the sheets after strenuously pushing, and the next thing you knew, Satoru's face was in your sight.

"Sweetheart, hey..." he took hold of your hand and planted a firm kiss on it. His cerulean eyes gleamed brightly as he gazed at you. "I'm here now."

"Satoru—" your voice came out as a whisper, before another contraction seized you and you moaned. Your eyes rolled back involuntarily as the intense pain surged through you once more. You could feel how close you were, yet it was so painful you could barely breathe.

"Take deep breath, here—" he helped you to sit straighter and gave you his arm to hold.

"Your Majesty, I can see the head already!" the midwife exclaimed in joy, and Satoru turned to you with a smile.

“A little bit more,” he encouraged you, pressing a kiss on your temple. “Just a bit more, my sweet, you can do it, hmm? Here, hold onto me.”

And with his voice as your lifeline, you groaned and pushed once more, putting a part of your soul into it before you blacked out and collapsed in his arms.

At first, everything was silent, but then a sound reached your ears— a cry. Your baby's first cry.

"I-it's a princess!" the midwife announced, and the room erupted into gasps of wonder.

You looked at Satoru through bleary eyes, and for the first time, you saw him utterly speechless.

He was struck by the sight of that tiny being being gently cleaned by Shoko before his gaze returned to you.

You were sweaty, panting, limp, appearing haggard with tears in your eyes and streaking your face, and yet...

You are still the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on.

"A girl... just... like you wanted..." you managed to say with a hoarse voice and wobbly smile, and seeing you, without a moment's hesitation, Satoru went in and locked you in a deep kiss.

"Thank you—" even he himself was near tears when he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. There were so many things he wanted to tell you, countless celebrations he envisioned, all in praise of you and the heavens above for granting him such unparalleled happiness—

"...!" But suddenly, you curled into him, suppressing a scream and failing that it turned into a devastating wail, and you dug your nails into the flesh of his arm. "Ahhh!"

"What happened?" Satoru looked at you in alarm, then to the midwife who hurried to tend to you once more. "What happened to the Empress?!"

The midwife probed your belly, her expression lighting up with understanding. "O-oh my... there is another baby, Your Majesty!"

He didn't have time to dwell on the revelation when you cried out again. Setting aside all surprise, he aided you once more, and after more minutes of intense effort—

"A prince! The Empress has given birth to a prince!"

Twins. The whole Western Empire rejoiced at the news that their new empress had delivered a prince and princess for the nation.

Amidst the flurry of upcoming festivities and celebrations, you spent most of your days resting, as the birth had taken a lot out of you. Satoru took charge of the planning again, despite his busy schedule, and of course, he never failed to visit you and the babies regularly.

And whenever he did, his breath was always taken away.

Two precious babies lay still in the bassinet, peacefully asleep. Satoru gently poked each of them on the cheek.

The princess... as if the heavens had answered his prayers, she resembled you so closely that he fell in love all over again. She was so precious and small, and he imagined she would grow into a beauty just like you.

Satoru had sworn it before and did so again—he would protect her at all costs.

And the prince... he was so much like Satoru that it made his heart skip a beat. With his hair and eyes, his one concern was whether he had inherited his curse too. But regardless, he was determined to help and guide him should that day ever come.

When the boy cooed in his sleep, Satoru knew he too owned a part of his heart. He would definitely raise him well, teach him how to protect you and his sister, and one day, to succeed him as well.

As of you... you were asleep much like your children, and Satoru failed to hold back a smile. He gently combed your hair and just like that, you were roused from your sleep.

"Satoru, hello," you croaked and leaned into his touch.

His eyes fondly crinkled as he looked at you. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. It's been weeks. I've been feeling better for a while actually." You threw him a meaningful smile. "I might've cheated my way out of royal duties to rest..."

"Heh. Then keep cheating until the allotted time then. I'll permit it."

You raised an eyebrow. "When will my time be up?"

"The ceremony to present our babies..." Satoru played with your fingers. "We're expected to hold them and show them to the masses. You have to be there so they won't forget who the empress is."

"Right..." but you suddenly deflated and your husband tilted his head. "After that... we can't keep them out of the prying eyes anymore, everyone would delve into their affairs too."

Satoru's eyes fixed on you, sincere and true. "We can't avoid it, but if you wish for them to be out of the limelight for a little more time, I can arrange it. Your wishes come first."

The thought that your precious babies would be faced with many court intrigues made you want to keep them inside the protection of your womb a little longer. Yet, just as you and Satoru had experienced yourselves, sitting at the highest seat of monarchy required unbending will. Both of you would have to teach that strength to your children.

As if knowing what you were thinking, Satoru gathered both of your hands and squeezed it with a smile.

“Still, we are going to be there for them, are we not? Don’t worry. I’m here, and there’s no way I’m letting our son face any sort of curse alone.” He caressed your knuckles. “And you will be here for our daughter, teaching her how to become a magnificent lady just like you. As long as we’re here... they’ll be okay, hmm?”

Right at that moment, as you stared back at his deep, sparkling eyes, you could've sworn that you had fallen in love with Gojo Satoru once again.

You used to think that to love is to be accepted wholly, but after everything you had experienced, you realized that it also came with a load of worries, and you used to fear them, until...

A smile so pretty bloomed in your face as you squeezed his hand back.

“I love you,” you held his gaze unwaveringly, your eyes shining like glitters. “So long as we’re together, there’s nothing we can’t do, yeah?”

He seemed taken aback at first, before breaking into a smile so dashing it was almost blinding.

“Chasing after you and making you my empress is possibly the greatest deed I’ve achieved my entire life,” Satoru declared with a grin, and you knew your heart was truly his in every sense then.

“So, right. From now on and forevermore— You and me. Always.”

. . .

The presentation of the new crown prince and princess of Western Empire was an unforgettable affair. The grandeur of the celebration rivaled even the festivities of your wedding itself.

Given that it was both a ceremony for the babies and also nearing your birthday, Satoru decided to host a grand ball to mark the occasion. This lavish event ensured no one would dispute your position, regardless of how you came to hold it, and it was also befitting the bestowal of official titles upon your children.

Your son and daughter squirmed in their crib as they were brought forward, and once again, as you stood before the assembled court, you felt a twinge of reluctance to finally present them to everyone.

But Satoru's eyes held you with so much certainty that you found reassurance in his gaze.

And by the moment he cradled your son and you held your daughter, and he declared to the court—

"Here I present to you, the Crown Prince and Crown Princess of Western Empire!"

You feel wholly sure. With Satoru by your side, you let go of all your fears. Time and time again, he had proved the extend of his love for you, and as you ushered a new era with him, you believed all was going to be well.

Just like your coronation not long ago, the crowd cheered in joy.

Gazing upon the sea of people roaring and cheering below… a familiar warmth surged within you.

Once again, it was a sight beyond belief for you, as they chanted praises and acclamations—

“LONG LIVE THE CROWN PRINCE!”

“ALL HAIL THE EMPEROR!”

“LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!”

SOME WEEKS LATER . . .

"We've received a very strange invitation..."

You looked up from your baby boy and curiously peeked at one of Satoru's aides who was on duty today, Todo Aoi. He had come bearing news.

You had always thought he was quite eccentric, but today, he looked uncharacteristically serious.

"Strange, how?" Suguru questioned.

"From?" Satoru added with a totally uninterested expression.

"Eastern Empire," the man coughed awkwardly, as if thinking hard. "Apparently, a prince has been born and the royal consort is to be crowned as the new empress..."

"Who!?" Shoko, who was holding your baby girl, whirled around in surprise.

"Royal Consort Hanabi, I believe her name is. She is to be the Empress of Eastern Empire."

It was such a deafening silence all of a sudden that you could hear a pin drop. Suguru and Shoko gaped. You were stunned.

Only Satoru who didn't seem to show any reaction to the news.

Suguru cleared his throat, feeling the need to double-take. "Empress of... where?"

"That conniving hag..." Shoko muttered under her breath, before her gaze accidentally landed on you.

You were surprised, but strangely, you didn't feel anything. Long ago, you would've been heartbroken by this turn of events, but now, it just eluded you how she could maintain her position as long as she could. Well, when one is favored by luck, anything is possible though...

Satoru suddenly clapped his hands, letting out a mocking laugh.

"Is it really that surprising?" he asked with so much sarcasm, catching all four of you off guard. "When the emperor can barely fulfill his duties, even a scullery maid could rise to become the mother of the nation. The real question is..."

It was as if a sudden chill descended upon the room when he next spoke:

"How long... will she last?"

The question is answered soon enough.

Empress Hanabi's reign in the Eastern Empire lasted for only seven days. It was known as the greatest scandal ever gracing the history.

She had given birth to a son, who was appointed as the crown prince on the same day as her coronation. Emperor Zen'in Naoya personally led the ceremony. At first glance, it really seemed well...

Until seven days later, he suddenly erupted in fury.

The palace walls have ears, and behind closed doors, servants whispered about the incident. It began with Naoya launching into a tirade, claiming that the princess born to Hanabi previously, as well as the newborn prince, were not his by blood.

It was of the highest form of treachery to deceive the crown, and so a death sentence was about to be imposed on Hanabi for this… until the emperor suddenly fell ill due to a stroke, rendering him unfit to rule. Prince Megumi ascended the throne as the new emperor.

Despite his stern demeanor, the young emperor showed abundant kindness. He considered the plight of Hanabi's children, realizing they would be in peril without their mother, so he chose to banish her instead.

. . .

How did it end up like this?

Hanabi didn't know how many days and nights she had cried, cursing fate and her life, as she was being sent away from the palace.

Everything was in her grasp. Her very grasp! Until... until—!

She sobbed her heart out once again, mourning her short-lived life, before it was cruelly robbed from her.

Her children... they were all of Naoya's blood. Despite doubts surrounding them, she was faithful to him and to the crown. All of this... was all a whole scheme to trap her!

...was it you? Could you have orchestrated this? Could you truly be so wicked as to ruin her life entirely?

"You've always coveted what I have, and sooner or later, that will be your downfall."

Was this the price of defying her social status, just like your omen, after all...?

"That can't be!" she screamed inside the wagon set to bring her to the unknown, her voice drowned by the sound of the rainstorm happening outside. "Empress Y/N... you're a horrible human being!"

With every fiber of her being, she hated you so much for ever crossing your path with hers.

Even until the end, she never realized that it was all her own doing.

After hours of journey on the road, she was brought inside a mansion she failed to recognize due to the storm at the first glance. She had given up on resisting because it was futile.

But upon realizing who awaited her in the room, she trembled in fear and backed against the wall.

Hanabi wished she could lose her sanity amidst the whirlwind madness happening to her, because really, it might be better than all of this.

His impressive height gazed down at her from above. It was impossible to hide from his piercing stare.

Duke Kamo Choso, with his crooked sneer, greeted her.

"Well, hello, Hanabi... it has been a while, huh? Did you miss me?"

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