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SYNOPSIS: The year was 1603, and you were relocated to your newly permanent residence in Edo. With your family and servants delayed on the road from Kyoto, you were left in the care of the Hei. Stuck being the only woman and servant in the house, you were tasked to buy the evening sake, and encountered the strongest himself, Gojo Satoru.
WARNINGS: Misogynistic excerpts, sexism, graphic depiction of torture and violence, and domestic abuse
1603, Edo Period
The air inside the palanquin was suffocating.
The first time you’ve ever traveled far from Kyoto was worse than what you had expected. Countless days and nights of being carried inside a closed, tight box had you clutching your chest as you tried to calm yourself. Only, it wasn’t just the claustrophobic walls of the wooden box that were making you panic; it was the fact that you and your family were being held hostage in the new capital of Edo, ensuring that your clan would swear fealty to the new Shogunate.
Of course, it had to be you and your branch family, considering that you were the gifted golden child of the Zenin Clan who had inherited the Ten Shadows Technique. While the high-ranking men and the head of the Zenin Clan would stay in Kyoto along with the other daimyos and aristocracy, you, on the other hand, are expected to be the obedient woman you were always taught to be, so you had no other choice but to obey your uncle’s orders to relocate to Edo.
Bring the Zenin Clan to shame, and you and your family would be executed—it was that simple for your uncle, the head of the Clan, to say that to your face. “You better behave, woman,” he said.
It wasn’t as if you would be free from surveillance in Edo, either. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Your Uncle Nobuyori had the Hei keep an eye on you and your family in the Edo estate while he managed the main household in Kyoto. However, he would come visit you and your family from time to time, ensuring that you were still the submissive pawn he expected you to be.
Despite the closed doors and windows of the palanquin that kept you inside, your ears could already hear the blaring noises of the city from outside the box. You could tell it was far more packed with people roaming around the roads, based on what your ears could make out. The amalgamation of merchants, vendors, and laborers shouting their specialties, dogs barking in the distance, and geta slippers clacking on packed roads was overwhelming.
From the darkness inside the palanquin, you tried your best to calm your breathing down, inhaling and exhaling slowly, your hands gently moving the collar of your kosode tightly wrapped around your chest.
“What the…” You mumbled under your breath when you felt the ride tilt to the sides as if it was being pushed around. Then, a loud knock came from the outside.
“We’ve arrived!” One of the Hei members yelled.
You braced yourself in your seat as you felt the palanquin slowly lower to the ground. Once the door was opened, you were met by the sight of the wooden gate of your newly established home, far from what you know, and far from where you’re supposed to be. Carefully, you swing your feet out first from the palanquin, supporting yourself on the frame with your hand until you have touched the ground to stand, letting your kosode fall softly.
Your gaze scanned the estate in front of you. The wooden house was adorned with dark tiles that curved slightly upward at the very edges, and trees surrounding the architecture created a serene atmosphere. The estate itself has multiple sections, with a prominent central space that you assume would be the primary living space for the rest of your stay in Edo. It was the perfect size for you and your family to live in… and the Hei, and servants, of course. If only you could summon Nue and just kill them right here and right now, your family wouldn’t have to worry about scumbag men treating them like submissive dogs.
“Hey,” the same man called out. You didn’t bother looking at him, as he didn’t bother doing it either. It was always like that. Men of high rank in your clan do not look at you directly or even meet your gaze. “Be careful not to trip on your feet, woman. You wouldn’t want them to think that the Zenin Clan’s ‘prized’ daughter is weak. The head expects you to settle in your chambers without causing a scene.”
Without saying a single word, you entered the gates of the estate, only to see an empty wooden house, devoid of all things warm and tranquil, especially with the Hei being the ones who are supervising you. Who knows what these men would do to you just to keep themselves entertained? As much as possible, you’d rather be in the comfort of your chambers than being around the presence of these men. If you aren’t bothering them and out of their sight, surely they’ll leave you to your company.
When you entered one of the tatami rooms, you arranged the soft futon in the corner of the room and let your body lie on the comfort of the mattress. You let out an exasperated sigh as you close your eyes to let all your stress and frustrations out.
It’s been days since you started your travels from Kyoto to relocate to the new capital of Edo, yet you’ve heard no news of your family. If you were to ask the Hei about them, they’ll likely just ignore you or say things like having the Kukuru Unit kill them already, which was impossible considering that the head of the clan had specifically chosen your branch family to be held hostage in Edo, despite the comfort of your own estate; you were still pawns, of course. Either way, you’re still stuck being the submissive woman you are.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this…
Truly, it wasn’t.
You were supposed to be one of the greats. The ones that jujutsu sorcerers across Japan speak of, the ones that can freely exorcise curses roaming around without any restriction, the ones who are strong enough to carry themselves with pride and power, yet you’re none of those.
Why?
Why does it have to be like that?
All your life, you’re restricted from having the quality training that you need to fully utilize your Ten Shadows Technique. While the powerful, high-ranking men of your clan get to have all the glory, you were isolated and resented in the shadows of your chambers. You don’t blame them, though. Given the name of your technique, you are suitable to be in the shadows, and yet this isn’t how you expected it to be when you walk among the darkness. Shadows are supposed to be your source of power; it’s supposed to be your sanctuary where you can feel empowered. But every time they leave you in the dark, you start to resent it more and more. It was as if a pitch-black cage was surrounding you, and you had no direction whatsoever of where freedom was.
You had it all, really. You had the talent, the technique, and the potential to become a powerful sorcerer and make a name for yourself in the world of jujutsu sorcery. Only, you were born a woman. A woman who deserves just as much as the men who pride themselves, someone who deserves to be seen, praised even. Just because you were born one doesn’t mean you deserve less than what you’re supposed to get.
It’s pathetic.
Why do I deserve less just because I’m a woman? I’m just as human as they are
In the darkness of your cage, you had no choice but to succumb to the destiny imposed upon you. That’s how it always worked. No matter how powerful you are, despite possessing the hereditary cursed technique of the clan, you are still weak in the eyes of these men just because you’re a woman. If you were a man, then you’d walk along the halls of the estate with your head held high, but right now, you’re always stuck bowing your head to people who are supposed to be lower than you.
Exhaustion took over your body as your eyelids grew droopy. A yawn escaped from your lips, and just when you’re about to close your eyes to let yourself drift into a peaceful slumber to ease the fatigue and away from the suffocating presence of the Hei, the shoji door slammed in front of you, letting the light from the outside fill the room and a towering figure stand before you.
“Get up and start making supper, woman,” One of the Hei ordered. “The men are starving after a long journey. Since the servants haven’t arrived yet, do what you do best and serve the men.” And just like that, the doors slid closed once more.
“Just starve and die already,” you mumbled.
SLAM!
“What did you just say?” The same man yelled and was about to grip you by the collar of your kosode.
“Nothing! I said nothing, Chihiro-sama.” You held both of your hands up as if surrendering to the man in front of you. Despite feeling a soft chuckle about to escape from your lips, you tried your best not to show any emotion in front of the towering, muscular man in front of you.
“Get up and go to the market,” he ordered, “If I hear one more word escape from your mouth without having the permission to speak, I will tell the old man about your disobedience.”
Blah, blah, blah. This and that.
You stood up from your futon and straightened your kosode, as well as fixing your hair by tying it back and securing its place with a comb. Your fingers tucked loose strands away from your face, making sure that you look neat and presentable outside.
In the corner of your room is the hamper that you carried for your travel. Inside are clothes and essentials you used back in Kyoto, which were not very much, yet you value your things more than anything. Folded on the very top of your clothes is the uchikake robe that you often wear, symbolizing your high-born status in the clan; though it doesn’t seem to feel that way, you find comfort in the idea that you’re still powerful based on blood and status, no matter how much they look down on you. But then again, it would be a drag to wear such heavy clothing, especially when you’re just going to the market. The only thing you carried with you was a woven bamboo basket to carry the stuff you would buy.
You let out a sigh before exiting your room and strolling through the walkway of the house. Your gaze wandered around the estate, seeing nothing but grass and mud on the outside, nothing like the main household in Kyoto, where there’s a huge garden and koi pond. To you, the house was far worse than a breeding ground for high-grade cursed spirits. In fact, the entire grounds were full of negativity itself. Well, not the grounds of the estate, but the presence of the people around you.
“Why are you out of your chambers?” Another member of the Hei approached you. His grip tightened around the handle of the katana, which was placed on his sash wrapped around his waist. He was younger than the man earlier, Chihiro-sama, hell, you think he’s younger than you. If you recalled correctly, his name was Hiroki.
“Chihiro-sama asked me to go to the marketplace so I could prepare supper,” you replied. You were permitted to speak this time. “I don’t suppose you would accompany me, Hiroki-sama? After all, a woman like me has no place being outside without a man to attend to her.”
Your eyes scanned his face. His lips pressed together in slight disamusement, and his eyes did not meet your gaze. One of his hands made its way to rub the back of his neck. You could see his face grimace at what you had said. Perhaps it was humanity that had slapped him right on the cheek to realize what kind of treatment the men had been giving you ever since your travel to Edo with them.
Of course, with the men he surrounds himself with, he’d definitely be influenced by how they treat women.
“C-Come on, then,” he just said. “It’ll be dark soon; we have to make haste.” Hiroki turned his back on you whilst you followed him to the gates of the estate until the two of you had reached the crowded streets of the Edo capital.
Now that you’re not trapped in the closed walls of the palanquin, unlike earlier, you can actually see the life of the Edo streets right before your eyes, which made you bite your lip as an attempt at stopping yourself from showing too much excitement. Spring had already approached Japan, meaning every corner of the streets is in full bloom, with trees and sakuras dropping petals along the roads, as well as the smell of crisp, fresh air surrounding you, though it does smell like fish, meat, and mud. Even so, your eyes gleamed at how lively Edo is. If only you could spend your days outside of the estate, you wouldn’t feel so… lonely.
“Hot rice cakes! Fresh rice cakes!”
“Fresh fish! Just off the boat!”
“Make way! Clear a path!”
BARK BARK BARK!
The combination of shouts from merchants and vendors, along with samurai walking through the streets, and even the bargaining of buyers, was an overwhelming mix of sounds that had you squinting and covering one of your ears with one hand. Hiroki, in front of you, didn’t seem fazed by the noise surrounding the two of you, but then again, he’s not confined to one place, unlike you. It’s very rare for you to come out of your chambers and the estate, and in fact, this was the first time you’ve ever fully heard the noise of the city.
“Are you alright?” Hiroki looked over his shoulder to check on you.
You smiled and straightened your posture. “I’ve never been better, Hiroki-sama. Though I must say, you and the Hei could ask me to buy and cook supper more often.”
Hiroki’s eyebrows furrowed at what you had said, yet you were too busy admiring the stall of ceramic bowls, cups, and jars.
The woman in the shop seemed to have noticed you, so she smiled at you and started talking about how they made the ceramics, how pretty they looked, and how lovely it would be to be placed on dining tables. Your lips went agape, eyes filled with fascination and gleam, whilst your head would bob up and down as if you were actually taking in information about how ceramic bowls were made. You weren’t interested, really; you just wanted to be spoken to by someone who doesn’t see you as lesser than they are.
Just when you’re about to ask to buy one for yourself, Hiroki pulls you by your arm and away from the stall. “Please, do not wander off; do what you must and get on with it. The sun is about to set, and you have yet to accomplish a single task,” he snarled before letting go of your arm.
“I’m your senior, Hiroki-sama. Please address me appropriately,” you uttered as you rubbed your arm due to how tight his grip was on you.
“You’re a woman. I can address you however I want.”
“So I’ve been told.” You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him.
As you wandered around the marketplace looking for ingredients to cook, Hiroki followed behind you, strictly keeping you on his radar to ensure surveillance and that you wouldn’t try to wander off again or do suspicious things. Needless to say, you carried on with your task of buying the essentials that you need to cook.
Thankfully, Hiroki was kind enough to carry the basket that was filled with ingredients. The sky was a hue of gold and orange, slowly transitioning to the twilight, a mixture of pink and purple, when both of you got back to the estate. You made your way to the kitchen in the house next to where the dining room was. Hiroki set down the basket in the space next to the sink.
“Thank you for your help.” You bowed.
Hiroki didn’t say another word before leaving you to work.
As the only woman in the house, it was dreadful for you to have to do all the cooking for hungry, old men. In fact, your hands and body were on full autopilot as you cook.
You could only think about how easy life would’ve been if you were born a man. Maybe then, you’d be out there with the other guys drinking and celebrating the relocation in Edo, an emotion that you desperately try to feel. Truth be told, there was a hint of excitement in you when you heard about the permanent residence in Edo. Though you were still considered a hostage in case the Zenin Clan decided to betray the Shogun, it was still a new environment to be in, considering that you’d been isolated in Kyoto all your life. Now that you’re here in Edo, things surely weren’t different from before.
How could you even think about living a new life in the new capital when you’ll still be confined to isolation once more? It was absurd, really. But then again, it wouldn’t hurt for a woman like you to dream about freedom every once in a while. You haven’t known the taste of freedom all your life, so the only thing you can do is imagine what it’s like.
Since the kitchen was next to where the men were drinking and talking, you decided to eavesdrop on their conversation. Just the typical things that they often talk about: curses, politics, and training, which are some of the most boring stuff that you could think about. Then, their subject changed.
“I hear the Gojo Clan’s heir is in Edo, too.” One of them said.
The Gojo Clan is here, too? I thought they stayed in Kyoto?
“No, he’s only here temporarily,” you hear Chihiro-sama say. “He’s only staying for a year.”
You’ve heard about the Gojo heir. Of course, you’ve always heard of him. In Kyoto, he was the talk of the city, the untouchable god who possessed the hereditary technique of the Gojo Clan. The Strongest, they would say. The man who has heaven in his eyes, who could level an entire country and remain unscathed in battle, and the man who was the epitome of godhood.
It’s all they ever talk about in Kyoto. Now, even in Edo, you still can’t escape that damned name.
Gojo Satoru. Go.jo. Sa.to.ru.
Just by thinking it, by uttering and hearing his name, even the way your tongue rolls in your mouth, how the tip meets the back of your teeth, makes you scoff and roll your eyes. Not because you resent him—hell, you haven’t even met him, but the way people talk about him was such an exaggeration. Of course, it’s always been that way—it's how powerful clans in the jujutsu world would spread propaganda and fear among weaker ones. Like how they say in the Zenin Clan, that the Ten Shadows Technique could adapt to any technique known, especially with its shikigami, even rivaling the Gojo Clan’s Limitless, too.
It’s how power works in society: one group or individual vies for the title of the strongest. To you, it was absurd—the way they talk about that man, Gojo Satoru. You find it impossible for a man to be the epitome of godhood, and for someone to be untouchable. No person was a god. No man was ever flawless. You knew damn well that power comes with a price, let alone a title in this society. Bones break, skin bruises, determination shatters—those are simple things that you went through to become stronger than before, even though your clan refuses to acknowledge your strength. So, how come a single man gets to become a god without even knowing the difficulties of becoming strong?
This man, Gojo Satoru, is just another arrogant, coddling heir hiding behind his title and a band of servants.
In the Zenin Clan, before you could ever summon the Divine Dogs, your first shikigami, they talk about how the Ten Shadows could rival their enemies. Yet, when you came to possess it, all they ever did to you was to lock you in the shadows, where they said you belonged. You possess the most powerful technique in the Clan and supposedly become the heir, yet the first thing they see is who you are, and the fact that you can’t change what you are. To them, they see a woman first, and maybe never see that you’re just as powerful as them. Of course, they won’t.
They can’t stand the idea of a woman being equal to them, let alone stronger than them.
But that just makes them weaker.
Your thoughts were cut off when the men became livelier than they were. Without bothering to check, you could only conclude that the head of the Hei had finally joined them when the other men shouted his name: Zenin Takuya, the head of the group who makes your life a trial in hell.
“Hey, woman! Do you want us to starve because of how sluggish you are? Make haste, and serve dinner!” You hear Chihiro-sama yell from the other room.
Thankfully, you were finished cooking their meal. Of course, you were smart enough to hide some for yourself. You’ve been starving since yesterday during your travel to Edo. Hell, if there were servants in the estate, you’d be devouring every food they serve in front of you, but since you’re the only woman in the house, you were the one serving them.
With careful, unhurried steps, you place their dinner on the low table sitting in the center of the room on top of the tatami mats. Before exiting, you bowed to them and left the room. You were about to slide the shoji doors shut when your name was yelled inside.
“Yes, Takuya-sama?” You lowered your head.
Takuya was one of the cruelest men in the Hei, evident from all the bruises and cuts that servants and women who dared to talk back to him suffered. You wouldn’t talk without permission or even look at him in the face when you’re not asked to.
“Buy more sake in the market,” he ordered. “The servants and your family are delayed on the Tokaido Road, so they won’t be here until a week or so. Until then, you’re expected to serve us.”
Your eyes twitched. You wanted to scream and rip your hair out.
“Yes, Takuya-sama.” You bowed.
Kill me. End my misery.
Before you could leave the room, he called out your name once again. “Do not try anything suspicious, or else I would have to punish you myself.”
You bowed and fully exited the room, carrying ceramic flasks with you that you grabbed from the kitchen, just big enough for your strength to carry.
Darkness had already painted the sky pitch-black, clouds scattered across the ink-soaked heavens, and the absence of the moonlight covered by the clouds made the night eerily melancholic. The coldness of the wind hits your skin as soon as you step outside of the walkway and towards the gate of the estate. The howling sound of the air surrounds you, heavy and sorrowful, as if nature had already known the dread that you’ve been carrying with you. At the peak of the night, every crevice of Edo was engulfed by the shadows, and each sight was buried in gloom and darkness. Though the noise of the Hei and the outside place were still audible, you wondered how quiet and peaceful it would be to be far away from everything you know, or what serenity even feels like for someone who’s been carrying sorrow all her life.
It would’ve been nice, you thought.
When your feet finally led out of the estate where no member of the Hei could see you. You put down the flasks on the ground before gently stretching your arms out, hands signing a dog-like figure, before whispering, “Gyokuken.”
The shadows surrounding you violently boiled and swelled, creating canine figures that turned fully into dogs. A smile crept up your face when your Divine Dogs finally came to life after days of not summoning them. The dogs wagged their tail when your gentle hands began to pet the top of their heads, sticking their tongues out in joy.
“I’ve missed you,” you smiled while you scratched the back of your dog's ears. “But I’m afraid I can’t take you with me in the streets, the crowd would panic.”
So, back to the shadows they go.
It’s been a while since you got to use your technique, and to fully see your shikigami. You don’t have any clue about existing sorcerers or other clans aside from the Zenin and the Gojo being relocated in Edo, well, the Kamo Clan is, but still, they’re not much to worry about. As for the Gojo heir, you couldn’t care less if you were to encounter him. As long as you don’t make any trouble with your shikigami, you’re fine, and the chances of being punished until your bones break are less expected.
Despite the night taking over Edo, some shops are still lively, especially in izakaya, with people drinking and celebrating, children playing with firecrackers, and paper lanterns dimly lit outside of shops. Although the crowd is less than what you’ve witnessed earlier this afternoon, there are still people mingling with others, keeping the streets of Edo teeming with life.
In comparison to the vivacious atmosphere of the people, your eyes squint whenever you see harmless, little curses hiding in plain sight. Of course, normal people can’t see them, but your peripheral vision could make out each one of them. Luckily, there were no stronger curses in sight, so you kept on walking to finish your errand for the night. Either way, if there is a high-grade curse in the vicinity, you can’t act accordingly since the Zenin elders and the head forbid you from exorcising any curses.
Imagine possessing the most powerful hereditary technique in the Zenin Clan, yet you are restricted from utilizing it in a real battle. What a shame.
You could only shake your head in disappointment.
When you reach the sakaya, the scent of cedar barrels lingered from outside the shop. You greet the vendor with a bow and a smile. “Four gō of sake, please.” You hand over the ceramic flasks on your hand and watch as the shopkeeper draws sake, measures, and pour into the flask.
Once done, you paid the merchant before bowing once again and carrying the flasks in your arms. Carefully, your feet led you back to the estate with arms fully occupied with heavy sake-filled ceramic flasks.
You tried your best to carry both full flasks in your arms until—
SHATTER!
Pieces of the ceramic flask exploded on the ground, spilling good sake all over. Your kosode was now dripping with it, practically showering your entire front body with sake. The once-useful flask was reduced to tiny fragments of garbage, scattered across the middle of the street.
Your hands clutched your chest at the disastrous scene in front of you. The loud beating of your heartbeat echoed inside your ears, completely muffling the sounds surrounding you, and even your vision started to become blurry as your breath began to tremble, not from stress, but from fear. No, you weren’t stressed at a minor inconvenience like this, but you were afraid of coming back to the estate empty-handed, especially when the head of the Hei himself ordered you to.
Sweat trickled down your forehead, and your hands trembled while clutching the lower fabric of your kosode. Before you could even calm yourself, a hand grasped your shoulder, causing you to look at the person holding you.
Heavy. His presence is heavy.
Your lips trembled as you were about to curse the man, but when you looked at him, your eyes caught a glimpse of him in front of you. His tall figure towered over you, and you could tell he was muscular underneath his clothing due to how broad his shoulders were. His white hair was noticeable under the dimly lit skies, and what you found odd about this man was that he was wearing a handwoven blindfold.
Odd, you thought, that your instincts are telling you that his eyes are impossibly bright underneath the handwoven blindfold.
But you didn’t waste any time asking for his name or why he had a blindfold on while walking in the middle of the street.
You hurried back to the sakaya and ordered two medium flasks and four gō of sake, just like what you ordered earlier. You can’t come back to the estate empty-handed. They would punish you for taking too long, but it would be doubled if you were to come back to the estate without what they requested and came back later than what they were expecting.
You had spent agonizing minutes scrambling through the crowd in the night market to replace the shattered flasks and sake that were wasted. Thankfully, there were enough copper coins left in your sleeves to buy what was necessary.
Carrying the new ceramic containers, your steps were larger and hurried than they were before. You were already late, and the weight of the flasks was difficult enough for you to balance yourself on your feet, yet you carried on.
Just when you were about to make a turn, you almost slammed into someone. Again.
Is it me, or do people lack spatial awareness?
When you looked up, it was the same man from earlier.
The man didn’t even stumble or falter from his tall, unbothered gait. In fact, you could make out an irritatingly relaxed smirk displayed on his lips. The grip on your fingers carrying the flasks tightened once more.
You let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness.
“Oh, it’s you again! Good. My apologies for the mess earlier,” he smiled. “I was about to tell you that I would replace what was lost… rice, sake, whatever it was, but I guess that’s not needed anymore. If you want me to repay you next time, I might as well introduce myself.”
The Hour of the Ox is nearing, the night is slowly deepening, and the one task you were sent was disastrous because of the man in front of you, and he couldn’t even bother to understand the atmosphere around him. Even though your eyes were clouded in anger, you could still see the faint brightness of his white hair underneath the dimly lit skies, his eyes covered in a handwoven blindfold, and his immaculate, pale blue silk kosode, then your eyes slowly traced the embroidered crest on his shoulder.
The Gojo Clan crest.
“I’m Gojo Satoru.”
The name hit you like a physical blow.
Gojo Satoru. Gojo Satoru. The name that sent fury in your eyes before you even met him was replaced with an ice-cold sensation radiating in your entire body. It’s no wonder his presence was too strong—of course, how come you didn’t notice? The presence had been earlier; it was his cursed energy echoing throughout the vicinity. You were just too distracted to fully analyze the situation, let alone to feel the weight of his power.
So this is Gojo Satoru. The Six Eyes. The wielder of the Limitless. The untouchable golden heir of the Gojo Clan. The god walking among men.
You didn’t even notice a gulp form in your throat. Your knees wanted to buckle, not out of admiration or reverence, but out of sheer unadulterated terror. If the Shogun’s secret police saw you talking to a rival clan, it wouldn’t just mean punishment for you; it would mean certain death by reason of treason and conspiracy. They would kill you and dismantle your branch family piece by piece until none of you were alive to tell the tale.
“Yoo-hoo! Am I speaking to a shadow?” Gojo whistled.
“I… I have to go.” Before he could say anything, you ran. Although your eyes are fixed on the direction in front of you, you could still feel his gaze following your tracks—sharp, infinite, and terrifyingly amused.
You ran until your knees collapsed and your arms drained out of their strength, and before you realized it, you were already standing in front of the gate. The feeling of meeting Gojo Satoru for the first time, the heaviness of his presence, was replaced by the crushing weight of doom that awaited you.
Unlike the lively atmosphere of the main house earlier, where the Hei was dining, all the lights were turned off, engulfing the entire estate in darkness and dread. You closed your eyes tightly and let out a sharp exhale.
You were too late, far too late.
Inside the center of the room, where you had entered, was Zenin Takuya, the ruthless head of the Hei. He was eerily quiet in the middle of the dark, enclosed space. It was only dimly lit by the moonlight, now fully visible in its full glory. Despite the room being submerged in shadows, your eyes could faintly see the heavy wooden training sword in his hand.
Although Gojo Satoru’s presence was heavy with cursed energy, the air inside the room with Takuya was nearly suffocating. The only sound that your ears could deem as audible was the loud banging of your heart against your chest, readying yourself for the torture that would come. Your lips trembled as well as your knees. Tears now fully forming in the bay of your eyes while you look down at the tatami mats, refusing to meet the cold, glaring gaze of the cruel man in front of you.
“Get on your knees.” The coldness of his voice sent shivers down your spine, causing the hair all over your body to tense up. There wasn’t a hint of emotion in his eyes or his voice, no, only the cold, merciless gaze that awaits you.
Your knees trembled as you put down the ceramic flasks on the side of the shoji sliding doors. You were about to get on your knees when Takuya ordered you to close the door behind you, so you did. Meanwhile, he strolled across the room and lit a paper lantern on the corner, dimming the room with warm lighting that made your tears visible.
Your fingers caught the hem of your kosode, and you bent your knees down, skin and bone touching the tatami mats underneath you. Even though your head was lowered, you could feel his piercing brown eyes look down on you, and you didn’t dare catch a glimpse of his domineering yet cruel gaze. His presence alone was enough to freeze your entire body and make you tremble in fear.
“Put your hands on your back.”
And so, you did.
The coldness of the iron shackles pressed against your skin, the tightness of it closing in on your wrist was enough to make you wince and shudder, as you bit your lip to try to stop yourself from whimpering. Aside from Takuya’s suffocating presence filling the air inside the room, it reeked of dirt, sweat, and the sharp, sticky smell of sake clinging to your soaked kosode. Not a moment later, and this room would be soaked in your tears and quite possibly, the metallic sting of the smell of blood.
“You were given a simple task,” Takuya said in front of you, cruel and detached, “To fetch the evening sake and be done with it. Instead, you waste perfectly good ceramics, the clan’s coins, and even display yourself to a stranger.”
“I… I bumped into him—”
SLAP!
The sound of ringing reverberated within your eardrums, and the sharp stinging pain pulsed from your cheek. The force of Takuya’s slap was enough to make your head turn in the opposite direction. Pain transformed itself into tears when your eyes grew hotter, spilling hot liquid from the bay of your eyes down to your face. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from releasing cries and whimpers. No matter how much it hurts, you would always tell yourself not to let them hear your cries. No, you can’t let them get the satisfaction and pleasure just by hearing you cry from their punishment.
Before you could move your head straight, Takuya’s hand was already cupping your cheeks together, making you look up at him as he pressed his palm against your face. The sight of tears staining your cheeks was enough to make him smile—a sick, twisted smile that made him laugh.
“Tears already?” he taunted. “You’re a disgrace to the Zenins. You, a woman, born with the most powerful hereditary technique of the clan? Pathetic. A waste of talent and power. All you’re ever good for is to breed and produce sons, and get thrown to the side.”
Then, the first strike descended on your body.
The bamboo struck against your stomach with a heavy whump, the sound dull and excruciating, letting the air in your body escape your lips, accompanied by the painful release of heavy coughs from your throat. Each sound too aching to be released. The force of the bamboo hitting your stomach caused your body to distort against the tatami mat, making you shrink and curl into a fetus-like position as if you’re clutching your belly to ease the pain, yet your hands were useless as they were bound by the iron shackles behind your back.
You were expecting Takuya to say nonsense things again, yet you were met by another strike of his bamboo, this time on your calf. The force was so great that your entire body convulsed, your face twisted in agonizing pain, then a whimper released from your lips, followed by soft cries.
You tried, really—you tried to stop yourself from crying, but the pain was far too great to endure internally.
And before the third strike hit you, before everything faded into a blurry imagery, and the sounds of wood meeting flesh and bones, the last thing your mind could make up was Takuya’s sick, twisted smile, showing his pleasure in torturing you.
Your mind didn’t cling to the pain, or the fear of your uncle, or the cruelty of the Hei. Instead, you slowly closed your eyes. In the darkness of your vision behind your closed eyelids, you could only imagine the hidden brightness of the man’s eyes underneath his handwoven blindfold, wondering if he’s still walking freely underneath the Edo lanterns, while you’re slowly bleeding in the shadows.
Outside the Zenin estate was a man hearing it all, seeing it all. His lips were tightly pressed together in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed together underneath the handwoven blindfold, and the heaviness of his presence filled the entire vicinity, jaw clenched, and fist curled into a ball.
Another one of the Zenin Clan’s greats succumbed to torture and darkness.
For once, the strongest man, Gojo Satoru, wondered what it would be like to be helpless despite being gifted with great power. The sad reality is that he could only wonder, while you actively live it.
NOTES: Hello, everyone! Please, lemme know if you want me to create a taglist to keep y'all updated for this fic! It is also posted on my ao3 if you guys wanna read there. Thank you, and I love you all!
Set 400 years before the modern era of jujutsu sorcery in the Edo Period, where political unrest and power divide the three most powerful clans.
As the heir of the Gojo Clan and the wielder of Limitless, Gojo Satoru was sent to live temporarily in Edo. To every jujutsu sorcerer in this era, Gojo Satoru was considered the epitome of godhood and power—revered as “The Strongest.”
Meanwhile, the Zenin Clan, second to the Gojo Clan, holds its own lethal ace to counter their rivals—the Ten Shadows, a technique that summons all ten shikigamis through shadows. In this age where cursed spirits and supernatural beings are stronger, the shadows conquer them all.
Following the civil war, the heirs and families of the clans were relocated to Edo, where yours and Gojo Satoru’s paths finally collided with each other. With you and Satoru being on opposing sides, love was impossible between the two of you. Yet, underneath the titles of the strongest, both yearn for freedom from the roles set upon them.
In an era of division, where absolute power is feared, two destined enemies find solace in each other beneath the shadows.
ACT I: THE FRAGILE PEACE
one ➻❥ two ➻❥ three ➻❥ four ➻❥ five
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ACT II: THE COLD WAR
TBA…
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ACT III: THE LOVERS' SUICIDE
TBA...
TAGS: Alternate universe - Historical, star-crossed lovers, forced marriage, heavy angst, established relationship, secret relationship, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, eventual smut, slow burn, rivals to lovers, tragedy, romantic angst, character death, yearning and pining
WARNINGS: Misogyny, domestic abuse, sexism, torture, degradation, suicide, mentions of suicide, mentions of forced pregnancy, semi-public sex, objectification, mentions of infanticide, heavy angst, explicit sexual content, graphic violence, psychological trauma, family issues
NOTES: Hello, everyone! I just wanna say thank you so much for reading this! Please keep in mind that English is not my first language, so you might encounter some grammatical errors along the way. Also, I am not a historian or an expert on Japanese history, so there might be historical inaccuracies in this fic, and I apologize in advance for that. Again, thank you so much, lovelies!
i'm so fixated on the idea of gojo and reader being the ones who fought against each other in the edo period (chapter 117 of the manga) and died together during their fight. it's so romeo and juliet coded (the trope)
guess who just consumed surface-level knowledge of the edo period just an hour after coming up with the premise of the story—ME! MEMEMEME! also, guess who just wrote an entire synopsis of the fic? ALSO ME!!!!!!
i'll reading more about the historical context and setting for the fic after my one last final exam (THANK GOODNESS). IT'S SOOOO GOOD TO BE BACK!!!!
i'm so fixated on the idea of gojo and reader being the ones who fought against each other in the edo period (chapter 117 of the manga) and died together during their fight. it's so romeo and juliet coded (the trope)
guess who just consumed surface-level knowledge of the edo period just an hour after coming up with the premise of the story—ME! MEMEMEME! also, guess who just wrote an entire synopsis of the fic? ALSO ME!!!!!!
i'll reading more about the historical context and setting for the fic after my one last final exam (THANK GOODNESS). IT'S SOOOO GOOD TO BE BACK!!!!
I AM BACK, BABY! and i just had the most GUT-WRENCHING, ANGSTY SMUTTY, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, EDO PERIOD AU FOR A GOJO SATORU X READER FANFIC IDEA WHERE GOJO IS THE LIMITLESS USER (OBVI) AND READER INHERITED THE TEN SHADOWS TECHNIQUE.
satoru explicitly told you not to come to the nightclub where he worked at every time he's on duty. serving drinks at a fast-paced environment was enough to give him the stress, not to mention the lights constantly blinding him and straining his eyes.
so, when he saw you wearing a slutty dress, dancing with other men gawking around you like some pack of vultures ready to eat their prey, he had to abandon his station—despite knowing that it could get him fired on the spot—just so he could teach you a lesson.
satoru didn't care if his manager and co-workers were looking for him; all he could think about was punishing your bratty ass for completely disobeying him. he asked for one, simple thing: don't go to the club when he's working. not only did you disobey him, but you're practically being feasted on by other men around you. to be honest with himself, satoru was even more angry about the fact that you're surrounding yourself with men who obviously want to fuck you other than him.
that's when he dragged you out of the dance floor and forced you to get in to one of the empty bathroom stalls.
now, you're standing against the door of the bathroom, being fucked mercilessly from behind by your boyfriend. satoru kept the hem of your skirt up. panties pulled to the sides, as he fucks you from behind, his shirt in between his teeth just so he could clearly see his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy.
"nghh! f-fuck, 'toru!" you moaned against the door. your hands were intertwined with satoru's when he leaned closer to your ears, moaning and groaning at the sensation of the hotness of your insides enveloping his dick. "'m sorry, 'm sorry! i-i can't—"
"you're such a f-fucking slut," satoru whispered in between jagged breaths. he kept his pace steady, deep and hard as he thrusts his cock inside of you, ass meeting his pelvis that created lewd, slapping noises of your bodies that echoed in the walls of the bathroom. "disobeying me and grinding your ass on other men? aren't you such a little whore?"
"y-you're just jealous—ahh! fuck," you managed to let out the words until you felt satoru's hand slam against your ass. "why 'toru? toji's j-just being nice, so i t-thanked him—mmphh!"
your words were halted when satoru plunged two of his fingers inside your mouth, making you gag as you felt the tips almost touching the back of your throat. his other hand snaked up to your neck, forcing you to look up at him as he stares down at you.
"oh, no. you don't get to talk, brat." satoru chuckled at the sight of you underneath him. tears streamed down your face, while spit traveled down the side of your lips as you choke because of his fingers. "you wore this slutty dress, disobey me, and dance with other men with your ass practically out? fucking shut up, and let me fuck your slutty pussy."
satoru gripped your hips when he removed one of his hand from your neck. a cough released from your mouth when he took his fingers off. one hand gripped your hips, the other pushing your head against the door of the bathroom stall to keep you still.
his pace quickened. the sound of his balls slapping against the back of your pussy along with your moans grew louder. the muffled music from outside of the bathroom walls was enough to silence your moans from the inside. yet the idea of hundreds of people outside was not enough to stop your boyfriend from rutting his cock inside you. in fact, the thought of others catching him fucking his hot girlfriend was so fucking hot for him.
"ahh! ahh, fuck, 'toru! y-yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, please!" you were practically screaming when 'toru held one of your legs up, making him thrust his cock deeper.
"oh, god, you're so f-fucking loud," he moaned. "you don't even care if others hear, huh? someone could be listening to us right now. they're gonna hear how good i'm fucking you," satoru chuckled in between his moans.
satoru's cock was so deep inside you that you could feel the tip of his dick hitting your sweet spot, making you roll your eyes at the sensation. satoru could only let in a sharp breath when he felt himself getting closer to cumming.
"f-fuck, fuck, 'm close—'m gonna cum in you, yeah? i'll breed your f-fucking pussy." his grip tightened around your leg. "then you'll get back out there with my cum dripping from your cunt."
"y-yes, yes, 'toru, breed me, breed me—fuck!"
your hands tried to find something to hold on to when you felt a knot in your stomach, begging to be released. a tingling sensation began to build up that you could only moan senseless. satoru's pace was so quick that your body was shaking against his grip.
"'m cumming—cumming, 't-toru!"
"yeah, yeah, c-cum for me—fuck—cum with me." satoru let go of your leg and pulled your hips closer to him as he fucks himself deep into you, letting him move your body against his. "f-fuck, 'm cumming, 'm cumming—ohh! fuck!"
the entire room echoed both of yours and satoru's moans, coalescing with the loud noise from outside. you could only catch your breath when satoru pulled his cock out, letting your pussy be soaked and drowned of his thick, cum.
"you're gonna make me fired, you slut." satoru shook his head before kissing you. "here's what's gonna happen: you're gonna get back out there on the dance floor, and pretend like your pussy isn't gushing with my cum right now, ya got that?"
you didn't get a chance to answer when satoru suddenly let out a quiet snicker. you didn't manage to let out a single word as you're still catching your breath, legs still shaking and recovering from what would be the most intense orgasm you've ever had—well, for now, at least.
"yeah, that's what i though." your boyfriend could only fix your dress and hair before leaving you inside the bathroom to continue his work.
surprisingly, he was only gone for a few minutes—much shorter than what he'd expected.
a smile only crept at your lips when you realized what drives your boyfriend the most: making him jealous. you're not surprised at how jealousy looks so good on your boyfriend
a/n: here's a little gift before i temporarily disappear again!! uni is killing me!!!! (个_个)
╰┈➤ synopsis: in your LIT 2000, your classmate, gojo satoru, has his eyes set on the shyest student after telling his theory to getou suguru that the shyest ones are always the horniest. to prove his theory right, satoru finds ways to know whether he’s correct and he’s absolutely sure that he is.
╰┈➤ warnings: fingering, cunnilingus, oral sex, teasing, praise, degradation? soft to rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dumbification, doggy style, cowgirl, name-calling, size kink, spanking, begging, pleasure dom satoru!! (reader and satoru are in their early 20s)
╰┈➤ a/n: this was supposed to be posted on christmas but i didn’t finish it on time :(( but i hope u all had a gentle holiday!! as a gift, i wrote whatever this is and i got inspiration from this soundgasm audio which is HOT AF!!! also, i did not proofread this. im lazy as fuck
PART I | PART II
Gojo Satoru has his pretty cerulean eyes set on someone, and that someone is none other than you.
You sit at the very front of the classroom, three rows in front of Satoru’s where he can get a clear view of you every time he stares. Not only you’re the smartest and the teacher’s pet, Satoru considers you as the most mysterious student in LIT 2000 despite being with 30 more students because of how quiet you are.
Satoru’s been observing you since the start of the year and the thing that he noticed the most was that you rarely and he means rarely talk to anyone or even participate in class. Whenever you’re called by the professor, you would mumble some I don’t knows and I’m sorrys because you can’t answer the question that was given to you. However, Satoru knew for a fact that you’re just saying those things so you won’t get to speak longer than that. He knew very well that you know the answer to every damn question.
Which is why he is so lucky to have you as a partner for a midterm essay.
As for you, you don’t know what to feel when professor called your name after Gojo Satoru’s.
You don’t really have a problem writing a five-page or more essay with a minimum of three thousand words. The problem is… Gojo Satoru is your partner. It’s not like you don’t like him. It’s just that...
Holy fucking shit. Did she figure out that I have a huge crush on Satoru?! Is that why she paired me up with him? But I made sure not to make it obvious! No, no. This won’t do.
So after class was over, you had a talk with your professor, begging for her to take the midterm essay on your own. The talk didn’t go well as planned.
Since Satoru is having a hard time catching up with LIT 2000, your professor told you to help him by partnering up in this midterm essay. However, that didn’t sit right with you so you protested, saying that there’s a chance that Satoru wouldn’t help writing the paper which would result into you writing the entire thing yourself. But that was just an excuse not to work with Satoru, otherwise you would get all flustered and nervous throughout the week while working on this midterm essay.
“It is not different from doing the entire essay myself,” you scoff.
“I know, but that is also why I partnered him with you,” she says, making you raise an eyebrow. “You can let me know if Satoru didn’t help with anything at all, which is easier for me to fail him.”
“You’re gonna fail him?” you ask.
“Yes. As you can see, Satoru hasn’t been performing well in my class,” she says, “but I figured you can help him since you’re my top performing student. Can I count on you?”
“There are other top performing students in your class though,” you mumble. Sighing in defeat, you agreed to partner up with Satoru. “Professor, did you know that I have a crush on Satoru? Is that another reason why you paired me with him?”
With that, you immediately rushed out of her office and slammed the door shut.
The only reason why you wanted to do this midterm essay on your own is because you won't have to deal with Satoru’s presence. Oh, his presence alone would make you so nervous that your smartass brain won’t even function and you would get all flustered, which is really bad because this might hinder your focus on working on the essay. Not only that, but Gojo Satoru does not take things seriously. A complete opposite of you since you take everything related to academics very seriously. But you realized that it won’t hurt to give a little help for Satoru to not fail LIT 2000.
Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru wanders around the halls of the building, in hopes of searching for you so the two of you can start working on the essay. But before that, he had a talk with his best friend, Getou Suguru.
“Yo, Satoru,” Suguru approached the white-haired man with one hand raised up. “I heard your partner for this midterm is that girl. Won’t this be the perfect time to test that theory of yours?”
“Yeah, well, I’m not trying to get into her pants,” Satoru says and a smirk grew on his glossy lips, ”not unless she wants me to.”
After your talk with your literature professor, you had to compose yourself in the rest room and even practiced a script on how you’re going to talk to Satoru. However, you had a realization that this isn’t going to be the only time that you’ll interact with Gojo Satoru since your professor knows that you have a thing for him. You scold yourself for being so nervous around him, despite being a grown ass woman.
But Satoru is… just so pretty. I can’t even look at him straight in the eyes. Also because I’ve touched myself to the thought of him so that would be awkward as fuck.
When you finally got out of the restroom, you heard a loud voice from behind and the minute you heard that voice, you already knew that it would be him. Looking over your shoulder, Satoru in his white long sleeves, black pants, messy yet gorgeous white hair and those round sunglasses. The tall man approached you with a smile on his face while you try not to melt down the ground that you’re standing on.
“I was looking for you,” Satoru says. “I thought we could start working on the essay so we can finish it ahead of the deadline.”
“You—uh, you want to start working now?” you ask, but a hint of nervousness in your voice.
“Yep!” Satoru gives you a smile and a thumbs up, and suddenly, he leans down on your face and brings his lips closer to your ear, making you shiver. “Just between you and me, I think professor is failing me this semester.”
Your eyes widen when he mentioned that.
Could it be that he heard your conversation with your professor earlier? Did he also hear the part where you told her that you have a crush on Satoru? That would make him think that you’re a complete loser in your 20s and in college yet you act like a teenager with a crush. But it’s not your fault that you’ve rejected so many guys because they’re not your standards and it’s definitely not your fault that you reject them because they’re not Satoru.
“Why would you think that?” you ask.
“Mmm? Because I haven’t been performing well in her class.” he grinned.
So he knows.
“Uh, let’s start then,” you say before walking pass him until he asked where you’re going. You look over your shoulder and said, “the library. It’s where I usually do my tasks if not in my apartment.”
“The library is too… quiet. So we’ll work in your apartment instead!”
It’s a library so it would be quiet. And did he just decide that on his own? God, he’s so stupid, I love him.
Your apartment is not far from your university. The reason why you had an apartment for yourself is because you don’t want another person taking up space and you most definitely don’t want to live with another person that you barely even know. And you’re not bothered that you’re living off-campus. It just makes it easier for you to live independently.
When the two of you got in your apartment, Satoru’s cerulean eyes scanned and observed the place. It was neat and everything is organized. But the thing that caught his attention is the stack of books next to the balcony of your apartment. Four stack of books that almost reach Satoru’s waist and he’s a tall guy. He knew that you read a lot since every time he takes glances at you in class, you’re either reading or writing something so he knows that you like reading, but he didn’t expect you to like it that much.
“Sorry, it’s a mess here,” you mumble. “Let’s get started.” You sit down on the wooden floor as you place your laptop on the coffee table adjacent to Satoru who is now sitting on the couch.
“I forgot my laptop.”
You blinked. Twice.
“Sit next to me.” he mumbled.
And that’s what you did despite being flustered at the thought that it’s only you and Satoru inside your apartment. The thought has you squeezing your legs together as you try to listen to Satoru about his ideas regarding the midterm essay. However, your thoughts were making your mind foggy and you couldn’t think straight. It’s awkward that on this very couch, you’ve touched yourself to the thought of Satoru and now, he’s sitting right next to you.
“Hey,” Satoru calls out. “You okay?”
“Mmm, yeah…” you mumble. “Since, uh, since professor asked us to analyze a chosen text from the 20th century regarding its social context, let’s choose a piece first to write about first. Do you have anything in mind?” you ask, trying your best to not make eye contact with him now that he doesn’t have his round sunglasses on.
“I have a few,” he says. “How about The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath? Or No Longer Human by Dazai Osamu? Ah! I know. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck.”
“Am I the only one who didn’t cry my eyes out at the end?” you ask.
“What? You did not cry your eyes out at the end?! Are you even human?” Satory’s eyes widen, looking at you with shock while your eyes are locked on your laptop as you type. “I had snot coming out of my nose that soaked the pages of my book when I read that.”
“First of all, that’s disgusting. Second, it was sad, I admit, but I didn’t shed a tear. It was really good though so kudos to you, Mr. Steinbeck.” you chuckle. “Third, I gave it a five stars so you don’t have to attack me.”
Satoru laughs, making you flustered all over again. This is the first time you’ve heard him laugh this close and he’s laughing because of you, and you like it of course. You like that he’s comfortable around you and you like that he’s still himself despite you being awkward around his presence.
“You know, you’re actually fun to be with,” he says. Satoru’s legs are crossed while his elbow is resting on the arm rest and his cheek is on top of his closed palm as he stares at you with his pretty cerulean eyes. “But why can’t you look at me in the eyes?”
You gulped, squeezing your legs together since you can feel him staring daggers at you. Satoru seems to notice your action and a smirk formed on his glossy lips. Satoru moves closer to you, almost like you can feel his hot breath touching the sensitive part of your neck, making you shiver.
“Are you scared of me?” he asks and the only answer you could give him is by shaking your head, telling him that it’s a no. “Hmm? Then why can’t you look at me?”
You didn’t answer.
“Look at me,” he demand.
This time, you feel Satoru’s fingers making its way down your chin, making you face him and look up at him but despite his actions of forcing you to stare into his pretty cerulean eyes, you didn’t protest at all… because you like every single move he’s making on you. Satoru’s other hand glides down your arm, feeling your soft skin that made you shiver because of his warm touch.
When your eyes met his, you couldn’t help but melt on your seat. And it’s not just because Satoru is staring at you.
“There you go,” he chuckles. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now tell me, sweetheart, why are so flustered around me?”
You couldn’t form the words. Of course you can’t. How could you even continue to talk when Gojo motherfucking Satoru is so close to you that his hot breath is almost touching your skin and his hands are caressing your arms and chin, leaving you no choice but stare into his eyes. Not to mention the smirk that he has on his glossy lips.
“T-that’s because I… I—fuck.” you curse under your breath, trying hard to compose yourself and break eye contact.
“Do I make you nervous? Is that why you’re squirming and squeezing your leg so much?” he chuckles.
You bit your lips—hard—trying to wake yourself up and check if you’re having another wet dream about Satoru again. Fortunately, you are fully awake and the person right in front of you is the real Gojo Satoru. Not your fantasy, not your dream, but real. It was hard you to believe that something that you wanted for so long finally came true and you most definitely won’t let this moment go.
“S-Satoru…” you whisper, almost inaudible.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he asks with a smile on his face. “Is there something you want? Or need?”
He knows what he’s doing. He definitely knows what he’s doing.
“Touch me…” you mumble under your breath. “Just—touch me, please.”
With that, Satoru chuckles before leaning in towards your ears. His hands trailing down, from your chin down to your neck and wraps his slender fingers around the base, but not too tight. Just enough to make you squirm and squeeze your legs even more.
“If the shy girl wants it then who am I to refuse?” he whispers, his hot breath touching your skin that caused the hairs of your body to stand up.
Suddenly, you feel a wet yet hot sensation make contact with your ears, making its way down your jaw while Satoru’s hand tilt your head to the sides to give him more access of licking and kissing your jaw and neck. Your back touched the arm rest behind you as Satoru slowly pushed you down. He held both your thighs, positioning them to open so he can stay in between them as he kisses your neck down your collarbone, leaving bites and marks.
As Satoru devours your neck and collarbone, his hand expertly unbuttons your shirt while the other caresses your thighs, his fingers making circle patterns on your skin. When your buttons are finally undone, Satoru opens your shirt so he can clearly see your body underneath him. He pulls away from you so he can properly enjoy the view then pulls his shirt over his head.
Your half-lidded eyes earlier suddenly widen when you saw the perfect view of Satoru’s body. A body that was almost carved by the gods themselves and that wasn’t even the main attraction that caught your attention. It was the veins running down his crotch and that fucking v-line.
“You like the view from down there, slut?” he chuckles but then he noticed how you whined and squirmed underneath him when he called you slut. “Oh? Did you like being called that?”
You nod. But Satoru doesn’t take that as an answer so his hand made its way down to your neck again but he wasn’t squeezing it too hard.
“Yes,” you say. “I like it, Satoru. Like it when you—ngh—when you call me a slut.”
“Good. Because that’s what you are,” he mumbles as he leans down to your chest, leaving marks and kisses. “Such a shy little slut for me.”
But the white-haired man scoffs because your bra is in the way. He didn’t bother taking it off by clasping it. He just pulled it down to expose your nipples and didn’t waste any time to lick and suck your sensitive bud, making you arch your back. Satoru’s fingers pinch your other nipple while his knee keeps on pushing and adding pressure on your sensitive pussy, still covered with your now-soaked panties.
Satoru continues to feast on you body while you squirm and moan underneath him. When he was finally done with your tits, Satoru’s kisses went even further down until he reached your skirt. Being the impatient asshole he is, he didn’t bother taking them off and just lifts it up, exposing your panties that has a wet area because of your arousal.
A smirk grew on the white-haired man’s lips and didn’t hesitate to touch the wet area using his index and middle finger. He pushes his fingers on your sensitive bud with enough pressure to have you arching your back. Satoru might be an impatient man but of course he would take your panties off to have better access on your soaking pussy.
Realizing that your cunt is now exposed of Gojo motherfucking Satoru, your hand instinctively covered your pussy as if he did not just suck your tits earlier. But seeing your pussy is different. Of course you’d be shy and flustered. He’s Gojo Satoru, for god’s sake. He’s seen more pussy other than yours.
“Don’t get all shy on me now,” he mumbles. “Take your hands off or I’ll tie them together.”
With that, you slowly took away your hand, letting him see your soaked pussy.
“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he smiles. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Satoru leans down so he can easily make contact with your cunt. His fingers rub your slit, soaking it with your juices and you couldn’t help but arch your back. A smile grows on his face and suddenly, you can feel him insert a finger inside your cunt, making you whine. His thumb draws circles around your clit that made your thighs quiver until you feel another finger being inserted inside you.
Satoru plunges his fingers in and out of you yet in a slow and sensual pace. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he inserts his digits back. A smirk forms on his glossy lips and plunges his fingers even deeper, deeper than you could reach yourself.
You’ve fingered yourself before but—god, this was so different than what you would usually feel. Is it because his fingers are thicker and longer than yours? Or is it because he’s so fucking good at it?
“Ah! Satoru!” you whine. “R-right there! Right there, please!”
The squelching noise that your pussy and Satoru’s fingers are creating together as well as your wanton moans filled the air of your apartment. You didn’t care how loud you were. You didn’t care if the walls are thin and you didn’t care if your neighbors hear you. You didn’t care about anything else, you just want Satoru to make you cum with his fingers.
Satoru’s pace becomes even more faster, but he figured that it wasn’t enough. Of course it’s not enough. He wasn’t satisfied with just using his fingers.
So he leans down and lolled his tongue out, not even hesitating to lick your sensitive clit, making you jolt and arch your back when you suddenly feel his tongue circling around your clit while his fingers plunge in and out of you. Your legs start to quiver and squirm. The sensation was too much for you that you couldn’t help but close your legs. But Satoru wasn’t done so he grips your legs apart and held the back of your thighs to keep you in place.
This time, Satoru pulls his fingers out and held your thighs in place but his tongue is doing all the work now, licking and sucking your poor overstimulated pussy. Your eyes suddenly widen and your back arched when you feel Satoru insert his tongue inside you, plunging it deeper that his nose is touching your clit.
“Oh, fuck! Satoru! It’s—ngh—too much! I can’t—!”
Your whines and moans continue but Satoru was too busy eating you. But he suddenly pulls away to look at your view. You look so fucked and he didn’t even used his cock yet.
“For someone who’s shy and quiet, you’re being awfully loud for me, sweetheart.” he chuckles before devouring your cunt again.
Satoru can already feel that you’re close. He knows you’re close so he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit and that’s when you completely lost it.
Your legs quiver on Satoru’s grip when you feel your orgasm rip through you. The sensation that Satoru made you feel had you seeing stars, something that you never felt before whenever you touch yourself and this might’ve been the first time that you came this intense. And it felt so fucking good.
Seeing your fucked out state, Satoru chuckles as he watches you catch your breath after that intense orgasm.
“You still with me?” he asks. “I haven’t even used my cock yet!”
“Then use it. Fuck me, Satoru… I want your cock inside me, please.”
“Kiss me first. Come up here and kiss me.” he smiles.
You didn’t hesitate to sit back up and reach for Satoru’s face. Your hand made their way to his cheek while the other caresses his soft white hair. He returns the kiss and inserts his tongue inside your mouth, writhing and swirling against yours. This time, Satoru settles himself next to the arm rest, laying down on the couch while his head rests on the arm rest. Now, you’re on top of him, kissing his glossy lips and grinding your aching pussy on the bulge of his pants.
“Why don’t you do the honors and take my cock out?” Satoru smirks in between your kisses.
And who were you to deny that?
So you unzip Satoru’s pants, bringing it down to reveal the bulge inside his boxers. His cock sprung free when you slid down his boxers, slapping against his lower abdomen. Its size and girth has you gulping because you haven’t seen a cock that big. Sure, you’ve fucked yourself using your dildos but none of your toys compare to Satoru’s cock. A prominent vein runs along the underside of the base of his cock, its pinkish head is releasing pre-cum that drips down to the base.
You didn’t have any idea what you were doing when you had the urge to suck Satoru’s cock. But the white-haired man didn’t have any protests, of course. In fact, his hand is guiding your head to suck on his pulsating cock. After realizing that you didn’t need any guidance, Satoru lets you do your thing.
You let your tongue swirl around the base of his cock and despite it being deep inside your throat, you’re barely even gagging as you take him deeper that your nose is touching his nicely trimmed hair. You continue to suck and lick Satoru’s cock, making him release pretty moans and groans and curses under his breath.
When he felt himself getting close, Satoru couldn’t help but grip your hair and guide your head even though you’re sucking him so well. He just needed something to hold on to and your hair was perfect.
“Ah, fuck! I’m gonna cum. Shit!” he moans until he feels himself release inside your throat. Satoru lets you pull away. Your saliva and some of his cum is leaking down your chin, making him wipe it using his thumb.
“Holy shit. That was so good,” he chuckles. “You sure it’s your first time sucking cock?”
“Uh, well, I-I had some practice,” you say, “with my… toys.”
“Who knew you were such a horny slut?” Satoru didn’t let you answer when he told you to—
“Sit on my cock,” he says. “Sit on my cock and ride me like what you do to your toys. I bet they won’t even compare to mine, huh?”
You gulp before climbing on top of him again. Satoru uses his hand to snake down his head as a pillow while his other hand holds your hips. Positioning yourself on top of him, your hand holds the base of his cock while the other is clinging on the head rest of the couch to support yourself.
You lower yourself down on Satoru’s cock and you couldn’t help but whimper and bite your lips when the tip of his cock finally went inside you. His cock is far more thicker than any of your toys that it has your legs quivering and shaking yet you still continued to lower yourself, taking all of him inside you.
When you stopped, Satoru looks up at you.
“Why’d you stop? You’re not even half way there.”
“What?” you whimper. “Is it t-that big?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “It’s that big.”
Without answering, you continue to lower yourself. Satoru is staring at how your pussy is taking him all in and how you’re struggling to. You’ve done this numerous times on your toys before but riding a real cock—his cock—is far different from that feeling, mainly because Satoru is big.
“It’s so—ah—so deep, Satoru. I don’t think I can—can’t take more.” you whimper.
“But it’s all inside you now,” he smiles. “Ah, fuck. You feel so good.”
To ease the feeling, Satoru lets you cockwarm him while his thumb rub circles on your sensitive clit. When you finally feel at ease and ready to ride him, Satoru places his hand on your hips to keep you in place as you bounce up and down on his cock.
The squelching noises every time his balls meets your skin fills the air of your apartment once again, accompanied by your loud moans and Satoru’s groans.
You can feel the tip of Satoru’s cock hitting the sweet spot of yours that has you clenching around him and every time you look down at the lewd sight below you, you can see a bulge forming on your lower stomach whenever you sink yourself down on Satoru’s cock. Although you seem to be fine riding him and taking all of his cock, you couldn’t look at him straight in the eyes and you even use your hand to cover the lower half of your face since his cerulean eyes are staring right at you.
“Don’t get all shy on me now, slut. You’re riding my cock and yet you still have the nerve to be shy? C’mon, don’t hide yourself,” Satoru grins when he grips both of your hips and lowers you down.
“Ah! Satoru! What are you—ah!”
You couldn’t seem to think straight when he took the initiative to guide you on his cock in a fast and rough pace. Every time he sinks your body down his cock, his hips would thrust up and meet your movement, making the lewd noises even more louder and harder than before.
“Ngh! Fuck, ‘Toru! It’s so deep! So good!”
“Yeah? It’s better than riding those plastic cocks you own, huh?” he chuckles, followed by a moan. “God, you feel so fucking good. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“‘m gonna—gonna cum, Satoru! ‘m so close! So close!”
“Do it. Cum on my cock.”
With that, your orgasm rip through you once more. Your legs quiver on top of Satoru and your chest making rapid up and down motions, letting you catch your breath while you half-lidded eyes try to open despite being fucked out after releasing another intense orgasm, but this time, on Satoru’s cock.
When you decided to get off Satoru’s still hard cock, he tells you to—
“Bend over the couch.”
And who were you to disobey?
Satoru positions your upper body to bend over the arm rest of the couch, placing a hand wrapped around the back of your neck. Wasting no time, Satoru plunges his cock inside of you again, making you let out a muffled whine.
This time, Satoru didn’t let you relax on his cock and continues to pump inside you in a fast pace. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts in and out of you. His gaze his on the lewd sight of your pussy taking him all in, observing the white ring around his cock.
Who knew he’d be fucking the smartest and shyest girl in his literature class? Who fucking knew that that shy and quiet girl is secretly a horny slut who is begging for him to fuck her harder until she can’t think?
“Oh, fuck! Satoru! Yesyesyes! Fuck me harder, please!”
“Easy.” he mumbles before fucking into you so deep that it reaches your cervix, making you grip the sheets of the couch and whine so loud that you’re sure that everyone in your apartment building heard how you’re being fucked so good.
As Satoru keeps his rough and fast pace consistent, you couldn’t seem to let out coherent words anymore and your eyes are now teary from the pleasure that Satoru is giving you. Your toes are curling and your hands are gripping the sheets as you feel yourself releasing another intense orgasm out of you.
“Yeah, cum on my cock again! Oh, god. Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!
Satoru quickly pulls out of you before he can release. His hand pumps his cock, releasing his cum on your back while your thighs are now soaked with your juices that drips down your legs. The two of you catch your breath but Satoru pulls you in to kiss you.
“You just proved me right, sweetheart,” he mumbles in between your kisses. “Now let’s work on that essay, yeah?” he pulls away and smiles, as if he didn’t just fucked the words and ideas out of you.
