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madamechrissy · 13 days ago

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Veiled Secrets

art is by @3-aem they're insanely talented 🥹

pairings- emperor! gojo x arranged empress! reader

summary -you've been set to marry the new emperor Satoru Gojo, but he wants nothing to do with all of that, he doesn't even come to your first meeting - rude! No, he must bathe with his concubines, but when he sees you for the first time and doesn't even know you're his wife? Everything shifts, but it turns out he doesn't know that you're not happy to be here either. Leaving your past love behind and everything you know for a foreign country, just to be unwanted by your new 'husband' is almost enough to break you. You're ready to go through the motions, play your role, but do you really know who Emperor Gojo is?

contents/warnings - Historically INNACURATE asf, heavy angst, depression, enemies to lovers, longing, mutual pining, explicit smut, back and forth games, court tactics, Satoru being a hoe, reader missing her lover Suguru, a fuck ton of drama and games, he falls first and he falls hard. This chap - light angst, some fluff, Gojo getting character development, Lola being a bitch, jealousy, Satoru falling hard, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, anal play, multiple orgasms, creampie, a lil breed kink, some more angst, lots of feelings WC- 13.2k- it's a long one

<<<part two - playlist - part four (soon)

Part Three

“Oh Satoru, come here!” Lola is crooking her finger that afternoon, after having lifted her silk robes up, showcasing a little trail of sugar she’s sprinkled on her thigh for him. “Don’t you like sweets?”

He chuckles a bit, but he hesitates, and it truly makes no sense for him to do so, to halt before enjoying his favorite girl. Or… she was… no, she surely is, it’s not as if you even can stand him, especially after he yanked your lover’s necklace off you. It still sits there on his nightstand, broken, just like whatever moment the two of you had right before it.

You asked him to put it in, to take you - not just take you either, to take your innocence, lost in his touch, he could feel how you reacted, the way you arched for him, the noises you made. Yet he could not do anything, not with that man’s letters on your neck, infuriating him when he realized just how in love you clearly were with him, made true by your reaction.

The hurt in your eyes haunted him all night, yet he decided to add fuel to the proverbial fucking fire, and give you the Gojo family jewelry. He knew what it would do, but he wants you to himself, he wants and needs to claim you. Your heart is spoken for - whereas his has never been, and he can’t compartmentalize how that truly makes him feel, or figure out why.

Why does he find no interest in her anymore? Hard and throbbing from you, twice now, he’s not sought out anyone, and even now, he can’t picture licking her like he usually enjoyed to do. How, when you taste just that certain way, when your eyes roll back and your lips part, when your back arches up and he feels you quivering, your limbs trembling for him?

You eclipse everything, and it’s infuriating.

“Satoru, come here,” Lola giggles as she grabs his attention again. Satoru realizes that he’s just sitting there, lost. He chuckles good naturedly - it’s fake - then walks over to her, dropping onto one knee, his fingers brushing across smooth skin. “It’s the sweetest sugar.”

“Mmm, I bet it is,” he leans down, tongue lapping at the white powder now, he feels her heat even from mid thigh, burning against his hand. There was a time just a week ago he’d be hard from that, but he feels no effect aside from tasting sweetness on his tongue. “It is sweet.”

“Right, we can put some here,” she sprinkles more, and he chuckles, licking her skin up higher, pausing then when he hits the apex of her hip, sighing. She whines out, her head falling back, thighs spread eagerly, but he does not go forward. “Should I sprinkle it everywhere?”

“I fear I do not want to fill up for dinner,” he murmurs, earning a confused look from her now. “I must say hi to the other girls too.”

“No, I thought I was your favorite,” she tugs at his silky gold robes now, pouting all pretty, until he’s between her thighs. “Maybe I should lick some off you, would you enjoy that, Satoru?”

“I…” Is he about to turn down a fucking blowjob too? Not like it works currently, not even when she bounces her tits right out, and he brushes a pert nipple with his thumb. “I fear that I have much to do.”

“This week of spending all this time with her is torture,” she’s kissing him, and usually when Satoru kisses, he does get hard, he loves kissing, but it’s doing fucking nothing. “What’s going on?”

“I’m stressed, I suppose, there are many things on my mind.”

“I think you should put a baby in me.” She says with a giggle, reminding him of his very duty as emperor, one he’s evaded successfully so far.

But how could he do anything with her, when he doesn’t even find anyone fucking attractive all because of you. If he sat there and really contemplated it, that fact is terrifying, the fact that he keeps making you hate him more and more, when you’re fast becoming all his thoughts, swirling and maddening.

Part of him wants to fix it, part of him wants to destroy it, self loathing and complete masochism, hurt himself with you hating him more and more. Could it ease the hurt that you love someone else? Could it somehow fix him from whatever spell you’ve cast - like some witch or siren with your eyes, with your sounds, with whatever energy you had.

He got hard getting beat by you at chess, but nothing with bouncy tits in his face, was this the true fall of Emperor Gojo?

“Ahem,” he hears it then, his mother, while he’s in a compromising position. Even though he’s well within his rights, he knows his mother’s opinions on this, so he pulls back to Lola’s displeasure. “Why are you here, and not with your bride, hmm?”

“Mama…”

“Don’t you Mama me,” she taps her foot, crossing her arms while Satoru pulls back and stands. “You know you have to at least spend some time with her?”

“Yes, I know,” he says goodbye quickly, Satoru’s mother looks at Lola with distaste - considering Lola’s mother was the sister of Satoru’s dad’s favorite concubine, he supposes it’s a reason she doesn’t like her. “Sorry mama.”

“Hmm,” She glares icy blue eyes at him, while Lola rushes out of the drawing room. “I hate to say this, but rumors abound.”

“Rumors of what?” He asks, raising a brow.

“You know what, Satoru. Not consummating your marriage for one, also touching your wife in front of the help!? Like she’s some common girl? Do you know the disrespect you’ve shown her!?”

“Shit,” he slumps in his seat. His mother had no problem taking anyone the fuck down, she often scared all the men at court - his dad included. “It wasn’t like that.”

“No? I heard her ladies whispering, I saw your wife crying this morning. Care to explain how you’re here with another woman rather than trying to make sure she’s taken care of?”

He raises a brow now, scoffing. “Seriously, I’m the emperor, you know how this goes.”

“Your father gave me at least a few months before he ran off, and he never displayed things publicly. Kissing those girls in the halls!?”

He curses, when she comes up to him, furious now. “It’s not…”

“No,” she cuts him off now. “You’re making the Gojo family name look bad. And for all your father’s faults, he never conducted himself this way.”

He looks down, nothing made him feel more ashamed than his mother’s disappointment, considering she’s the only one who felt pride or love for him - his father was cold, distant. He sees her own hurt in her eyes, as if he’s unlocking painful memories for her, ones he barely remembers as a young boy.

“An emperor does indeed have concubines, but he respects his wife, at least publicly, he does not make her a spectacle. I’m so disappointed.”

“Shit, I didn’t… it wasn’t my intention to embarrass her.” It truly wasn’t, he just desired to touch you, and couldn’t hold back.

“No? But it was to make her cry?” He can’t stand to look into her eyes, when she’s right, the hurt on your face is burned in his brain. “Answer me.”

“Yes, I wanted to hurt her,” he admits softly, her brows raise, and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck at her scrutiny. “You don’t understand, she’s in love with someone else.”

“And you have women all over. I just found you between Lola’s thighs.”

“We didn’t… I wasn’t…”

“Let her have her feelings for a first love, there’s enough we sacrifice. I didn’t raise you to be cruel, not at all, even as your father tried to do so,” she sniffles, and Satoru looks up at the ceiling, the intricate patterns - studying them as he now swallows the guilt.

“I do not mean to be cruel.”

“Perhaps not. But remember, she’s bound to you and all alone - god everyone is mean to that girl just existing. No friends, no family, I assure you it is a lonely existence. I went through it.”

“But everyone loved you, dad even.” He mumbles, Kiyotaka walks in now, pouring his sake in the little ceramic cup. “I didn’t intend to hurt her, I just got very upset at it.”

“Why do you care if she loves someone?” Her words hit too close, as always. Satoru sighs again, shaking his head, sipping the drink with his lips to the cup, letting the warmth burn down his throat.

“You expect me to let her frolic around with her lover’s necklace, mother?”

“Now I’m ‘mother’ hmm?” He sighs, and she pours herself a little glass of sake, he never sees her drink, it surprises him as she swallows it down. “You’re driving me to drink now.”

“I didn’t realize you’re such a fan of hers. She’s a mean little thing.”

“Well I do like her, and I don’t find her mean - perhaps it’s her reacting to you.” He hates when she’s right, when she wipes her lips and then leans over, putting a hand over his on the table. “You’re a good person, Toru.”

“The old nickname huh?” He smiles a bit though, holding her hand for a moment, she still wears his dad’s wedding band. “She infuriates me, constantly, like nothing I’ve ever encountered. She doesn’t like me, or have any interest.”

She pulls back now, frowning. “Why would she, she’s been forced into this.”

“And I don’t want that,” she nods a bit. “I didn’t want them to drag her away from her knight anymore than she did, I’m sure.”

“But she’s here now. You have everything at your fingertips, but all she’ll have will be any children you bear. That’s what we wives get, not even the joy of being a favored concubine, do you have to make it worse for her?” He pours another glass, swallowing the rice wine down far too quickly.

“Are you done with your wicked tongue lashings?”

“No, not until you at least try, all the servants and people are talking, I need you to make an effort - and licking Lola’s thigh isn’t helping.”

“Would it make it any better if I didn’t feel like doing it?” She blinks a bit in surprise, his cheeks flush as he admits it.

“You still chose to come here rather than check on her, so no. Perhaps you should let her know where your interests lie,” she stands then, brushing back his hair affectionately. “I am sorry to come across this harshly with you.”

“No you’re not.” She smiles now, his mother really is evil, no wonder she likes you so much.

Evil loves evil.

“Make an effort, take her on a walk today, talk to her, you may be surprised by what you find.” She leaves him now, letting him contemplate her words carefully, he knows they’re all glaringly obvious.

“You agree, don’t you Kiyotaka?” His right hand man sighs, shutting the door now. “You may speak on it.”

“The display last night was inappropriate, it’s one thing I suppose with the concubines, but she is your empress,” his words are soft spoken and careful, as if he’s terrified to face Satoru’s wrath. “I understand the excitement, but for her it must have been quite embarrassing.”

“I see,” he traces his finger along the ceramic rim of the little glass, picturing you in his mind. “She hates me.”

“Have you given her a reason not to?”

“No more speaking freely.” He glares at him now, and he pushes up his monocle a bit, bowing.

“Yes, your majesty, anything else you require?” He asks this while still bowing, not looking at Satoru at all, eyes lowered.

“Yes, if you could ask the empress if she would like to walk with me along the gardens, she may say yes if you do.” Kiyotaka bows again, but Satoru sees his little smile before he turns away.

He’s sure the girls will be just a little upset he doesn’t visit, and he’s sure you’ll be fucking furious and turn down his offer, he doesn’t care about the first part - but his mother’s words are echoing in his ears. He’s so infuriated and jealous that he’s let it make him truly cruel to you - part of him really wants to mend it, but there’s still a part that would love to fuck every thought of the knight from your brain.

*****

“Tell him to fuck himself,” Kiyotaka sighs then, and you sigh yourself, shaking your head as the poor man is doing his job. “You can’t tell him that, I know.”

“Perhaps it’s worth meeting him? He…”

“He what?” You touch your bare neck, heart hammering in your chest, so much so you feel sick. “Wants to torture me more than just dinner now?”

“He seems to want to try-”

“He just wants to taunt me, fuck with me. If he would just do his duty then leave me to rot away.” You slump down on your bed, Kiyotaka awkwardly shifts a bit, you catch his eye. “Sorry, that was too much information.”

“It’s already… known…” You sit up, he still stands awkwardly by the door, as if fucking terrified to come in further than the entrance to your room.

“I see, rumors spread fast,” he just nods a bit. “Well, you saw more than enough of me, hmm?”

“My lady,” he’s a blushing mess, looking away. “I did not look, I promise.”

“I am sure you did not, but what even was that display? Why would I even bother to see him?”

“Shall I tell him no?” Kiyotaka frowns a bit, you instantly feel horrible.

“No, I shall meet him, I do not want him to be mean to you.”

“He’s not mean…” You blink at him. “He’s just… difficult.”

“A dick.” Kiyotaka snorts, then covers his mouth, head hanging in shame. “I like you, you know.”

“I think you’ll like him too if you give it a chance,” you scoff now, shaking your head. “I’m sorry about your necklace.”

“You know about it?” He nods, frowning now. “Does he confide in you?”

“He does, we are quite close.”

“Well, I hate him, but I’ll be nice just for you,” you stand up, patting him on the shoulder, he takes your hand then, kissing it with a little pop of his lips.

“Thank you, I’ll bring you to him?” You nod, resigned to the fact that you like Kiyotaka enough to go near the stupid emperor.

Your eyes catch the glinting blue necklace, the one you’re to wear tonight - the one you threw across the room this morning, almost shattered it to pieces, before sobbing, trying to pull yourself together. This morning was even harder than last night, the longing, the desire to just have him back in your life again, you’re so delusional you dreamt of him saving you.

You follow Kiyotaka, hands in front of you, Lola sees you and scowls outright, rather than her usual smirk or fake smile. You haven’t done shit to the girl, and to be honest you don’t understand her insolence - aside from the showing at chess where you asked her to compose herself. She bumps into your shoulder then, while you’re walking through the spacious breezeways outside.

“Excuse me!” She feigns innocence, you’re rubbing your shoulder, and her ladies are giggling behind their fans. “The empress, how dare I!?”

“Miss,” Kiyotaka stares at her now, and she laughs with her girls, stepping close to you, adjusting your sleeve just a bit. “Leave the empress alone.”

“Oh, you have an admirer!” She’s giggling again, touching your cheek, and you itch to smack the fuck out of her, hand trembling. “Certainly not your husband.”

“What is your issue!? You can have him whenever you wish, I haven’t asked him to stay away? I simply asked it not in public.” She blinks then, frowning a bit at your hushed whisper, before she scowls again.

“You’re lying.”

“Me, what do I have to lie about? Especially to a common little bitch like you,” Lola gasps, as do her ladies, before she raises her hand as if to smack you, only for a hand to grip her wrist. You exhale, heart pounding in your chest, expecting to see Kiyotaka, but he’s gently touching your shoulder instead, making you look in confusion at who is gripping her.

Satoru?

“My lady are you all right?” He asks carefully, while you still stare in shock at Gojo, who’s got Lola panicking now, scowling down at her.

“The fuck is that, you mean to put your hands on your empress?” He demands softly, people start to gather, and Lola starts crying now, everyone is murmuring across the courtyard.

“She called me a bitch!” She hisses through her teeth, he scoffs, shaking his head now, and you fully expect him to cuss you out, to take her side, tensing for the inevitable blow.

“If she did, you should just walk away, you have no right to ever raise a fucking hand to her, get out of my sight while I decide just what to fucking do with you.” She gasps, as does everyone around them in ear shot, you’re frozen, looking up at him, trembling.

“Satoru don’t-”

“Get out.” He whispers again, letting her go to run off now, her ladies following her, a trail of glittery tears falling behind her. He turns, the light catching his face just so, bright and beautiful light against his perfect skin, his eyes swirling storms when he holds out his hand, as if to touch you, then thinks better of it. “Are you all right?”

“I am…” You should still hate him, one kind gesture can’t mean anything… but you don’t have it in you not to acknowledge he did the right thing. “Um, thank you, your majesty.”

You’re bowing a bit, Satoru’s still flushed and raging at what happened, at the fact that he almost killed his former favorite girl for trying to hit you. His pulse is racing in his ears as he studies you, you stand up from where you’ve bowed, looking under your lashes, and for once Satoru doesn’t see hatred or disgust. It’s not affection, but it is some sort of softness he senses.

You’re even more breathtaking like this, the way your lips sit apart, the way your lashes lower just so, how the sunlight dances along your hair. His pin is prominent, right next to another one, earrings dangling gently from your ears, he aches to just caress the cheek Lola almost smacked, a longing filling him that he’s never known.

He’s known what it is to desire - but this feels like more.

You seem fragile to him now, so delicate compared to this palace, the grounds, everyone around all of you, swirling and whispering, all the eyes are on you. His mother’s words make more and more sense - that you’re alone, you are all alone, just standing there, getting treated so terribly - and for what? What did you do to deserve anything?

And he’d been the worst to you, taken away the thing that comforts you in a fit of selfish rage. He doesn’t know what he thinks of himself right now, to see the glaringly apparent way he’s let the concubines carry on, laughing and being dismissive of anyone saying he let them have too much freedom at court. But now, he feels it, the sense of loneliness surrounding you.

“No need to thank me, I will be sure she’s dealt with,” his voice is dark then, a tone you’ve never heard. He takes your hand now, setting it in the crook of his arm, gesturing his head. “Shall we walk?”

“Yes.” Your answer surprises him, but he hastily jumps on the chance to be closer to you.

It’s beautiful today, the warmth in the air has just the perfect breeze, there are cherry blossom trees swaying on the trail to the gardens, in full bloom, overhanging and entwining branches. It’s quiet, just you two now walking underneath the shade they provide, while he lets you have that quiet. He’s not got that conceited look on his face, like he usually does, there’s just something… different.

You pause at a particular tree, far overgrown, blooming little blossoms everywhere, you touch the petals gently, pausing now. He lets go of your hand, his fingers slipping gently down your arm, and for once you don’t want to completely shove him away, though the anxiety is still brimming.

“Why are you being nice?” You ask now, avoiding his gaze, a petal falls on your hair, he leans forward, blowing it off the strands gently, your tummy does this annoying flip at his proximity. “Is it some ploy, some game to hurt me more?”

“No, I just wanted to…” He doesn’t even know what to say, when your gaze locks on his now.

“Did you destroy it, my necklace?” Your lip trembles, eyes glassy with emotions - making your voice shaky.

“No, I didn’t destroy it, but I wanted to.” He admits softly, you scoff now, crossing your arms under your breasts and looking away. “You know you shouldn’t wear it.”

“Yes, I knew that, but it was all that was keeping me connected almost,” you trail off, emotions hitting harder at the memory of last night - mixed with embarrassment at how wet you’d been, how ready. “You had no right to take it.”

“I had every right to take it, as your husband.”

“Not like you’re doing any of those duties,” you whisper, he laughs without humor then, stepping close to you, leaning low. “What, gonna taunt me, only to run off?”

“You want my cock inside you that bad?” You scowl, shoving him then, he takes your shoulders tightly, burning you with his hands over the satin.

“Here I thought you could be not a complete dick for a moment!”

“Me!? I’m trying here, and you instead wish to run your mouth on and on, maybe I should find better use for it?”

“You won’t, unless it’s such a public display of power - oh, the almighty emperor gojo, look at him!” You’re mocking, putting a hand to your head dramatically, when he drags you against him. “What, going to kiss me then walk away? Go off to your other girls, since it seems you’re just a teensy bit displeased by her?”

“You’re such a-”

“If you call me it again-” He cuts you off with a kiss, and you hate yourself for falling into it for a moment, for feeling the plush of his lips on yours, before breaking away, gasping. “Do not kiss me.”

“Thought you wanted me to perform all of my duties, hmm?” He whispers, taunting you then, you flush at his insinuation, shaking your head. “No, didn’t ask me to put it in- right on the dining table, for your first time?”

“Fuck you!” He kisses you once more, and you bite his lower lip, earning a little groan of satisfaction, he pulls back, the lip beading with crimson, but instead of anger, the little fucker seems more excited!?

“I didn’t do it because I won’t take you the first time on a table, also because you were thinking of him.”

“I wasn’t thinking of him! You’re so fucking stupid!” You shove at him until he’s off you, tears threatening again, when the words spill from your lips almost - you wish you had thought of Suguru then, but your mind had been filled with Satoru.

“You weren’t?”

“No, you brought it all up, remember? Do you think of them when you’re kissing along my neck,” you trail off, voice a whisper when you lean forward, watching the pink dance on his cheeks. “When your fingers are inside of me, do you compare?”

“No,” his answer surprises you in its seriousness, his fingers brushing along your cheek gently, making you gasp. “I don’t think of them.”

It’s silent now, you’re too close to him, his lip is smeared red, you swipe at it with your thumb. “I made you bleed.”

“You did, you’re a vicious little thing,” you let out a quiet snort at that, softening again, the blood now sitting on your thumb. “I did not turn you down because I’m uninterested, not at all.”

“It’s our duty, it’s damn near what I’m here for,” you’re slightly dejected as you speak. “Rumors are everywhere, that we don’t share a bedchamber.”

“So should we, tonight? Will he be there?”

“That’s just cruel. Will they be there? Or just the other three?”

“You think I have seen-”

“I know you have, I heard you were licking up Lola’s thighs from Miwa gossiping to Lola’s ladies,” he pauses, heart sinking now. “There’s no need to pretend about it, it’s just par for the course of being with you. But I’d ask you to at least refrain from making comments over someone I’ll never even see again.”

Tears fall down your cheeks, delicate and fragile again despite all of the contrary - he feels nauseous thinking of it, of what he’s done, but he’s still torn on how to fix it between you. “I did not want to do anything with Lola earlier, it’s why she acted like such a fucking fool and tried to hit you.”

“You… what?” Your brows knit together in confusion, Satoru sighs, his hand slipping across your cheeks again.

“I turned her down.” You blink a few times, like his words won’t register.

“Why did you?” He doesn’t know how to answer it, how to say it’s because he doesn’t desire anything but the girl he’s actively pushing away, the one crying right in front of him.

“Because I didn’t want her,” his words are soft, you let them sink in, unsure of how they make you feel. “I don’t fucking want any of them.”

“It’s a game, or-”

“No, it’s not,” he cuts you off with a touch of his fingers, you hate that you believe him, that there’s no reason for him to say it. He can do anything he wants, he has all this power, and you realize then he’s telling the truth. “She was mad at you because she thinks you’re demanding me to stay away, because I don’t want anything.”

“Oh.” It’s all you manage, you’re too close to him, you’re too conflicted, your mind racing with all the reasons to hate him, but your heart wonders if there’s more.

You hate it.

“Can we just try to be with each other - no concubines, no knights, just for the ceremonial week at least. Try and see if you don’t completely hate me by the end of it, and if so I’ll try to keep my distance.”

“You’re off to a terrible start, I absolutely hate you,” you whisper, even as he slips his fingers across the salty tears, gentle on your skin. But you remember, the way he made sure you were not hurt, and you can't help but give a resigned little sigh. “You defending me did not go unnoticed however.”

His breath catches, just the faint glimmer of hope that there may be a chance for any of your affection, no matter how small. He’s never cared before, to have it - it was always given to him, but this is so much more. “What she did was worthy of her being banished.”

“You surely will not do all of that, perhaps let me smack her a few times?” He chuckles, and your lips twitch a bit, as you both realize you’re still too close.

“Will you wear the necklace at dinner?” He asks, tracing your collarbone, watching the goosebumps rise. “Wear it and nothing else in your chambers tonight for me?”

“I wish to burn that fucking necklace,” you whisper, he grins then. "Or slam a hammer over it until it's nothing but fragments.

“I wish to burn yours - perhaps we will find common ground.” Your glare makes him needier for you, he can’t stop himself, every expression you make does something to him. “Stop glaring, I won’t do it.”

“And I won’t wear it, not until I get mine back. But, I will go to dinner with you tonight… and we may… share a chamber.” The thoughts hit then, you wish they were unpleasant, and he notices, his glossy lips quirking up at the corners.

“Your blush is lovely, you know.” He taunts, you scoff, smacking at his hand that feels too good on your cheek.

“Shut it, I am just overheated by you, burning hot all the time. I can’t imagine how horrible you’ll be laying in bed.” You shove him again, hating his stupid grin now. “What are you smiling at!?”

“You’re just very pretty.” You blush more, walking past him now, when he grips your wrist, making you look back at him.

“What? I said I’ll go to dinner.”

“Please just wear it, I know I shouldn’t ask,” the way he feels so possessive over you, it’s too much, he reaches up to touch his pin, and you tense. “Is this his too?”

“Seriously, I’m trying to give you a chance here, Emperor,” you say it softly, you know what it does when you call him that. How he just aches for you to say Satoru. “Are you going to break it?”

“I’d love to,” he murmurs softly, touching it, so tall over you - too close, far too fucking close. “I’d love to tear every memory of him apart,” he whispers against your ear, hand now tugging at a tendril. “Have it all be me.”

“You’re a toxic, selfish man, you don’t know what you want, you just desire to be everyone’s favorite, don’t you?” You raise a brow, turning away again, just as he tugs your back against him, the breeze making the blossoms float along you two, your robes billowing gently.

He is terrible, he may not be as terrible as you thought, but alas he’s pressing his big hand on your tummy, burning you with his touch, you bite your lip to avoid making any noise. “I’ll let you keep it, as long as mine is there.”

You hate the reaction your body has to this man - is it just that, your body fucking betraying the memory of Suguru? “You’re so arrogant.”

“I am, hmm?” You ignore how good he feels against you, his lips pressing kisses too affectionately up your jawline. “If you be a good girl and wear it, I promise to make you feel very good, everywhere…”

You catch your breath for just a moment, before smacking at his hand, pulling back and scoffing, shaking your head. “You’re utterly conceited, I swear.”

“See you at dinner?” He’s asking the question as you’re stomping off, evading his very presence so that you can properly breathe without him around.

*****

You’re staring at those fucking jewels, hating them more and more with every passing fucking moment. You eye them, touching your bare neck and appraising yourself in the gold gilded looking glass, ostentatious as Satoru is himself. Back home, things were a little more simple, you certainly were alluded much luxury, but not at the extent of the pavilion you were in.

There is a gentle rap at the door, you open it now to see Satoru’s mother along with Miwa, smiling at you. “Oh! Dowager Empress…” You open the door wide and bow quickly.

“No need to be so formal, Miwa shut the door dear,” Miwa does just that, leaving you and Satoru’s mom alone. “I thought I could speak with you before you get dressed for dinner.”

“Oh, of course…” You sit down, fiddling with your hands.

“I’ve heard a lot about you and my son, recently.”

“I am so sorry-”

“No, I’m sorry, for everything you’ve been dealing with since you came here.” She takes your hands in hers, the letter folded and tucked into your palm, you stare right at the same pretty blue eyes as Satoru, her hands cool and soothing.

Something about the moment makes you tear up, your own mother was kind but never affectionate, and her presence is far too comforting. You find yourself easing just a bit as the two of you sit down in front of your vanity, she carefully touches the necklace sitting on the dresser.

“This was mine,” she murmurs softly, nostalgia hitting her pretty features. “I remember wearing it at the wedding, a gift from the former Emperor Gojo.”

“You should take it!”

She laughs a bit, gaze back on you, knowing and sparkling with humor. “When Toru asked to give it to you, I thought he intended on making up for being such a thickheaded fool.”

“Toru, you make him sound adorable, not the menace he is. Oh my god, forgive me please…” She laughs again, when you lower your head, tilting your chin up so that you sit up straight once more.

“It’s quite alright, I wanted to smack him truly,” you giggle a bit at that, before covering your mouth. “I talked to him this morning, I hope that he will get it together, but you also must at least try.”

You know she can’t possibly understand what Satoru’s done fully just yet, you don’t know how much she’s aware of. To be quite honest, for Satoru having an amazing mother, and a sweet and kind advisor, you’re not quite sure where the complete dick in him came from. Other than the man not here to make himself known anymore, and you’ve barely heard a peep about him.

“Being here is not easy, but in time I did grow to love my husband,” she continues, bringing your attention back to her. “But mostly I have my son, and that did truly make things here much more bearable.”

“I can see that you love him very much, but… do you think there really is happiness in our position?” You ask quietly, she sighs then, looking away.

“I don’t know that answer for me - as for Satoru, I do think he’s young and foolish, a spoiled little thing truly, but he would not necessarily go with tradition. If he fell in love I can’t see him being with someone, despite the way he’s acting. I don’t think he is that way.”

“Really?” She nods, you frown a bit then. “But love? I doubt that’s a feeling we will have. I’d take simply not wanting to kill each other.”

“Well, you never know.” She stands then, walking over to the dress laid on the bed, running her fingers across it. “Let’s get you dressed.”

She’s careful and respectful, something feels comfortable about her dressing you - a lady of high standing - but she has no issue. She’s tying your robe now, the sashes coming together in a delicate knot, pale blue satin and lace in a mix of the style from your home, and the current style here.

“It’s beautiful,” you muse, looking at the sleeves, billowing out just so. “This can’t be in style here.”

“It’s not, but I had a few things altered for you,” she says with a smile. You blink back emotions then, something as small as a style from your home makes you just a bit wistful. “It’s all right to miss home.”

“I feel it makes it worse.” You blink back more tears, a couple slip when she sits you down, doing your hair up carefully.

“Wishing to go back is not going to help you, I tried that for far too long. But you can miss it and hold fond memories of it. There,” she slips Gojo’s pin now, smiling at your reflection. “You’re beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you…” you’re blushing at the praise, when she picks up the necklace, and your heart sinks just a bit.

“If Satoru is trying, you could meet him half way and wear it. But also, I will not make you do so. You probably want to throw it at him.”

You laugh again, swiping away tears, for the first time since you’ve been here you feel a little understood. “I certainly want to.”

“I wouldn’t tell a soul if you did. It does look very beautiful.”

“Oh… for you I’ll wear it. But if he irritates me I can’t guarantee its condition upon return.” She shakes her head and just laughs a bit, slipping the heavy sapphire jewels across your neck, and it feels like you’re trapped almost, you’re hating every fucking moment of it, even as you keep on a front.

Suguru’s necklace should be there.

You know it was foolish, but it doesn’t feel right not to have it, to wear these extravagant, fancy jewels, when the little delicate gold chain was all you needed. It just meant more to you. You touch them now, plastering on a little smile so that Mrs. Gojo would be quite happy, she has been where you are and does indeed raise some points to think of.

You are stuck here, forever… and there was no going home, was longing for home going to do anything but hurt you? But how do you just let him go like that!? It feels disloyal, horrible, the inner turmoil written all over your face in the mirror.

“Honey…”

“Yes?”

“Don’t close yourself off, for the ghosts of the past, I promise it didn’t do me any good.” You nod now, realizing she must know more than she’s saying, Satoru must be close to her. You take a breath and look back at her, the delicate hand on your shoulder calming just like her. “Let’s go meet him for dinner.”

Miwa and Kiyotaka join you along with Satoru’s mother, and the gossip continues when you leave your pavilion to go to his for the entire evening. Looks and mentions of your dress - most seem rather positive, but you hear more, Gojo’s mother scowls at them as she walks by, and many shut up or run off.

“Can I have you around all the time?” You ask, she grins then.

“Eventually, they’ll come to fear you. I had to hit a few people.”

“My Lady!” Kiyotaka exclaims, Miwa gasps, Gojo’s mom just shrugs while you stare in awe of her.

“Well, people need a good smack. My son included.”

“I think I love her,” you murmur to Miwa.

“She is amazing.” She gushes, holding your hand and smiling, leaning up to whisper in your ear while Gojo’s mom and Kiyotaka walk ahead. “I did hear Lola has been confined to her home, guards all over, not allowed to leave, until Emperor Gojo decides her fate.”

“Really!?” You ask, surprise clear on your features, when you enter the main palace now. You expected him to somewhat discipline her - as was his right as an emperor, but you didn’t expect much, with the way he lets them frolic.

“Mmhmm, also… sent the letter.” Your heart races now.

The letter – fuck if it got into the wrong hands, Gojo could have you executed for such a fucking thing. He does not seem that type, truly, but you can’t imagine the fall out. “It’s secure, don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Miwa.”

Was it a bad idea to have done it?

The thought of never seeing Suguru again eats at you, but in ways you are eager to see Satoru - and you don’t know why. He’s arrogant, conceited, and truly a man child. A whore. He’s been nothing but toxic, back and forth, and fucked your brain up with every encounter, over and over. Yet, you enjoyed chess, beating him and mocking him after.

You enjoyed last night before he ruined it all with his misplaced jealousy, and some fucked part of you got more turned on by his possessive talk. Even today, his words of ruining you had an effect that you sure would not ever tell him. You suppose it’s just being here, and the trapped nature, along with Satoru himself being so much to handle.

But you don’t want to get into actual feelings.

Your body is betraying your heart, your memory, and tonight you both will fully be intimate - if the man doesn’t fuck it all up again, of course. But where would that lead, the last thing you want is to form some feeling for this man to be hopelessly crushed when he carries on elsewhere. To have babies with these women, competitive mean spirited girls, how much would that hurt?

You’d love to believe his mom, but she just loves her child, it’s clear. You don’t think he’d give up all of that, even though his words today sunk in. That he didn’t want Lola, that he hasn’t wanted any of them, you want to not believe them at all, to protect yourself, from a man like the emperor, but a nagging part of you is ever more curious about him.

“The Empress is here to join you,” former Empress Gojo bows, and Satoru stands up, in the elegant banquet room, however this table is much smaller than the other one you dined at last night. It’s just a little table set for two, already plated, with drinks and little appetizers of all kinds. He stands and looks at you, his lips parted, gaze drinking you in slowly.

You look beautiful.

He’s known it since the night in the baths, but to see that necklace does not just shock and surprise him, it makes him more and more possessive in the most nonsensical ways. To see how it sits on your delicate collarbone, right above your breasts, that are pushed up tantalizingly in the gown you’re wearing, the lace something he hasn’t seen before, casting little shadows along your milky skin.

The lights lit above you both dance across your face, you bow right next to his mother, not looking up at him. He sees the way it hugs that body, one he’s dying to kiss every inch of, slowly and torturously tonight. He’s thought about it so much it’s drove him to insanity, his lip still stinging from that mean little bite of yours, he just can’t fuck this up again.

He notices you do not wear the Knight’s pin, just his, along with the very color blue all over you, including the pretty earrings he recognizes as his mothers. He smiles at her then, and she walks up to him, you murmur something to Kiyotaka, too fucking familiar and close for his liking. He almost says something when his mom is right in front of him.

“Yes, mother?”

“Mother again?”

“Mama, shh,” he whispers hushed. “You want her to hear me call you that!?”

“Yes, maybe she’ll like you more, foolish boy,” she tugs at his ear and he yelps now. “If you want her to forget back home, make this her home.”

He pauses at her quiet words, when you turn your attention to him, still rubbing his ear, nodding then. “What if I fuck it up?”

“Try to fix it.” She pats his cheek now, walking away but not before giving you a little hug, as if she already likes you more than her own son, and you smile when she does, so pretty it hurts him. “Miwa, Kiyotaka, let them have alone time.”

“Yes, your majesty!” They bow and run off after her, shutting the sliding doors and leaving you alone with Satoru now, he walks a couple steps towards you, and you walk a couple towards him.

It’s slow, and you feel awkward, he holds out a hand now, and you just stare at it. “Will you take it?”

“Do I have to?”

“We said we’d try.” You sigh, taking it now, little hand in his huge one that engulfs yours entirely, only for him to tug you against him, making you gasp, looking up.

“Emperor-”

“Can I be Satoru tonight?” You shake your head, closing your eyes then. To say his first name, when you’d only started calling Suguru his first name a couple months before you left, feels like a betrayal. Everything feels like one, living and breathing his air, his energy, wanting more of him. “Are you… crying?”

“Shit,” you realize you are, hastily swiping them off. “It’s not… you didn’t do anything, this time at least. Okay?”

He frowns now, stepping back, his hands on your shoulders where the gown hangs off, revealing much of your neckline. “I need your mind on me, and only me, for at least tonight.”

“And will you give me the same?” You ask, he nods then, cupping your face delicately.

“I want to get to know you, who I’m married to, and I don’t intend on seeing them during this week.”

It’s as good as you can hope for - but the lingering feeling continues.

“So… after?” He looks away for a moment. “It’s what you must do as an emperor, and all that bullshit?”

“Can we take it day by day? Currently you’re all that’s on my fucking mind, infuriating, driving me insane.” You look at him in shock at his husky declaration, his hands slipping up your neck now. “All I see is you. I just need you to focus on me tonight.”

You take a breath now, shutting your eyes for a moment, letting everything go. It’s hard, it’s brutal, but you do need to try, to have some comfort in a long, long existence - all of your existence - with him. “I still hate you.”

“I know,” he’s soft, tilting your chin up now. “You can hate me all you want, as long as it’s just me.”

“It’s just you, full hatred then,” he grins, and you roll your eyes. “Your audacity knows no limits.”

“You’re going to look so fucking sexy when I fuck you with just this on,” his words are insane, touching the necklace and lifting it from your skin, your heart is racing so quickly you feel dizzy. “Wonder how sturdy it is, I bet I could use it to choke your pretty neck.”

“You’re ridiculous!” You shove at him now, seeing his insane blue eyes light up. “Do you like me being mean!?”

“Maybe, it’s a new development.” He rubs his lip, and you sigh now, shaking your head at him.

“You are indeed a whore.”

“And you want to get fucked by me, so badly,” he’s leaning too close, hovering over your lips, smirking. “Look at that desire all over your pretty face. Ah- ah, I will call you pretty all I want tonight. But, you can choose if you want to kiss me or…��

“Or smack you?” You taunt, raising a brow, probably exciting this insane Emperor even more, he exhales and brushes a thumb along your lip.

“Or that,” you bite his thumb, he glares and shakes it out now. “Evil, no wonder mama loves you so much.”

Shit, you just heard him, the emperor say that!

You don’t mention it though, shrugging and grinning now. “I love her.”

“I noticed, here, sit down.” He gestures now to the pretty red velvet seat, you lift your skirts just a bit and settle next to him, he pops a little morsel in your mouth, watching you chew. “What do you… like?”

You chew thoughtfully, sipping on the proffered little glass of water. “You want to know?”

“It’s what we promised,” he murmurs. “To try to get to know each other.”

“Yes, um,” you’re shy – you – the girl who stripped naked and sucked him off like some pro. He loves it though, to watch this side of you, even as you hide it. “I love to dance.”

“You do?”

“I do, very much so. I also love horseriding, horses in general.” He smiles now, far too attractive to exist.

So pretty you could imagine that he’s sweet as he looks.

You curse your mind, your heart, for enjoying this so much. “I love horses too.”

“You do?” He nods.

“What else do you enjoy?”

“I love chess.”

“Obviously.” You can’t help but giggle.

“Yes, clearly,” you’re relishing in your victory still he sees. “Oh! I love croquet.”

His brows draw together. “Huh, what’s that?”

“You don’t have it here, I could show you. Gives me something else to thoroughly beat you at.” You poke at his chest, he raises a brow.

“Oh? You think you could beat me at a sport, that’s cute.” He taps your nose, making you smack at his hand.

“I sure would!”

“They probably let you because you’re a pretty little princess.” He taunts, loving the rise he gets out of you - fuck you’re pretty.

“Oh, like you did in chess?”

“Tch, off day,” your laughter irritates him just as much as it makes him want to kiss you, watching you for once smile in his presence rather than glare. “We will have a rematch, then you can teach me your game.”

“I will thrash you at it, just to watch your petulant pout,” you pop another bite in your mouth, smirking like a brat at him. “What do you like, Emperor, besides fucking women?”

He almost spits out his drink, brows lowering now. “Your mouth is filthy for a princess.”

“Yes well, I used to watch many fights in secret, I learned how you men speak. It’s quite fun, saying fuck, isn’t it?”

“You deserved more whippings as a child.”

“Says you!”

“I did get beat, it just didn’t work.” You laugh again, and he can’t stop his heart from faltering, his fingers reaching out to brush away a tendril that’s fallen before he can think better of it. “You smiling is… fuck it’s… I guess I didn’t think you’d ever smile at me?”

You sober up now, realizing how good his hand feels. You try to explain it away, that you want to have a somewhat decent life with him, that you want to not have hatred rampant in your heart. But every laugh and smile feels like more of the betrayal of your feelings, were they really so fleeting!? Did you really feel love, or was it some fantastical dream?

“Frowning again,” he murmurs. “Thinking of home?”

“I am, I suppose…” You shake the thoughts from your head now, sighing. “What do you like to do, you didn’t answer me.”

“I love training with my sword, though I detest fighting I enjoy it in a way,” his voice is quiet, serious. He sips his sake and hands you the little dish, letting you leave your lip print on the other side. It slips warmly down your throat, filling your body with that sensation, mixed with his proximity. “I don’t want to be a warmonger like my father was.”

“You want to be more peaceful?” You ask, curious about him. All you’ve known is how immature and jealous he can be, you do not know him truly. This side of him intrigues you, watching him open up about something much deeper.

“Yes, I would like to be, but not a pacifist either… it’s a difficult balance, and everyone has some fucking say in it.” He shakes his head now, cupping your face instead. “I do not want to talk about politics right now, I just want to kiss you.”

“Emperor-” he slams his lips on yours, cutting you off, before pulling back, lips glossy with that perfect pout of his.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Shut up,” you do kiss him again, until it’s eager, your tongues fighting each other, and he’s got you pressed against him, lewd and obscene, baring your thighs while he slides that dress up. “Mnh!”

“The sounds you make,” he kisses down your throat, you’re straddling him, feeling his thickness insistent where you ache. He presses up, watching your eyelashes flutter, hearing another cry. “What you do to me.”

“Stop talking, mnh just take me,” he’s lost then, your hands holding onto his shoulders while your cries echo in the huge room. “Mmm, just do it.”

“I need you to want it,” he murmurs, breaking apart from his hasty kiss, just a little trail of saliva between you both. “Desire it, desire me.”

“I do, you idiot,” he scowls, and you shove at him. “You know I do, but I won’t give you unending devotion like your little crew of girls, if that’s what you want. But I do want this, I will not beg for it or go on more than telling you to take me to your room - and fuck me finally - mmph!”

Satoru slams his lips on yours, it’s hungrier than any kiss you’ve had, even with him, desperation in every breath, picking you up like you’re nothing. His hands on your ass, your arms around his neck, he starts walking, you panic when you’re out in the damn halls like this, and he’s kissing you, walking the halls without even looking, even as you pull back to gasp.

“What are you, insane?” You whisper, seeing so many servants, some faces already recognizable, he chuckles then, a crazy grin on his handsome features.

“We want to give them a show, don’t we?” You bury your face, hiding away while he carries you past whispering little gossipers, who run off and tell everyone that the Empress is being carried to Satoru’s chambers. He brings you to his chambers, and that’s when you both are truly alone.

He sets you down finally after his little display, the gossip still being heard through the walls. “We definitely gave them gossip fodder.”

“We’ll give them more,” his voice is soft, he gently touches those dangling earrings of yours, sighing. “I want to rip this dress off you, but it’s just too pretty I’m afraid, I’ll have to take my time.”

You feel dizzy with the desire, the hunger for him. Satoru begins to untie your robes carefully, gently, his breath coming faster when he slowly takes them off, leaving you in the thin little white slip only. He slowly runs his fingers down the sides of your breasts, watching your nipples press up under the silk, eyes catching yours, seeing how dilated they are.

“We have two options, empress,” he murmurs softly, slipping the thin straps off your shoulders. Your heart hammers in your ears as he lets the slip fall in a pool of fabric around your ankles. “One, I eat you out on this door till you cum.”

“Your majesty…” he tilts your chin up, as you look down nervously, forcing your gaze back to his.

“They'll think we consummated it, and you can keep everything for when you feel ready.” You exhale, hating what you're about to ask.

“The other option?” You whisper softly, Satoru leans over you now, a hand cupping your face. His blue eyes study you too intensely, while he bends at the waist, pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“The other option is I ruin you for anyone. Your pretty cunt will only know my shape, be just ruined for anyone.” You glare, as he grins like he does, before untying his robes, hearing his sharp intake of breath when you look at him under your lashes.

“You have it wrong, I'm afraid, I would be the one to ruin you for anyone.” Your words make his heart race, his cock that's already leaking precum straining when you pause undressing him to smile and bat your lashes.

“Tch, you're an impudent little brat, aren't you?” He turns you now, pressing your bare breasts against the door, tugging at your hips. His robes are draped along his shoulders, his hard body against you when he murmurs – “Arch for me.”

“Arch?” You whisper, he's got your hips in his hand, yanking you up now.

“Press your pretty little ass out so I can properly lick you,” You're a mess, when he touches your slick. “I'm choosing option three.”

“O-option three?” You gasp as his fingers part your plump folds, exposing your drooling hole.

“Mmhmm, eat you out and then take you to my bed to fuck you,” he whispers it against your ear, sinking just a fingertip into your cunt now, walls already quivering around the invasion. “The best option, isn’t it?”

“Ah!” Your thighs shake when Satoru cups your face, hard body pressing against you. He turns your chin and you look into his eyes, taking in their darkening rings, the expanding pupils while soft candles flicker and reflect shadows of you two across his room, your lewd position.

“You want that? Me to lick your pretty cunt again?” You swallow now, his other hand is running little circles on your clit, which twitches in response, tummy tightening in need. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I want you to.” He's pulling back his glistening finger, swiping it on your lips. “Mnh…”

“Should make you say please,” he taunts, sinking to his knees, kissing your inner thigh. “Tease you till you beg for me.”

“Hah, I would never- ngh!” He's already licking a filthy stripe up your slit, collecting the gossamer slick that coats your lips.

“What was that, empress?” His teeth are nipping at your ass cheek, right where the curve meets your thigh, chuckling a little. “I can’t hear you, your cunt is just so loud you know.”

“Oh you - more, please,” his grin is felt infuriatingly against your skin, the little jerk is eating this pathetic state of you all up, pulling off your cunt with a suctioned pop, teasing it with his breath now. “Really you’re so ridiculous!”

“I like you like this, I should just keep you cumming, hmm?” You arch more, earning his pleased smirk, his cock throbbing and leaking so much precum it hurts almost. “Should just keep you fucked out.”

“Shut up and get back down there,” he moans at that, you shake your head, before resting it on the coolness of the door. “You’re insane, Emperor.”

“Maybe you just drive me there.” He does just as you order, no one has ever ordered Satoru Gojo around, the words echo in his ears, his hands dragging your thighs apart, angling his chin to collect more of the arousal dripping out.

His tongue is just as you remember, you wondered if it was the initial surprise of such a thing, but it’s a wicked tongue, one that licks all thought and good sense - fuck it licks the guilt you’ve held away. You can’t think or remember how you even got here, with the Emperor buried between your thighs, but the way his tongue fucks in and out of your hole is so delicious you can’t help but want more.

He’s making those filthy sounds, moans and slurps while he tries and fails to catch the wetness just pouring out, slipping all over his pretty face. His chin bumps your sensitive clit, making you jerk away, only for him to drag your hips back. “Ah - ah sweetheart, don’t run from it.”

You don’t have to bite back a retort, there simply isn’t one, you’re closer and closer with his tongue curling inside those gummy walls, they contract around his tongue while he drinks your flavor that’s just flowing, swallowing it down while he feels you shiver. Your tummy is so tight, a knot aching for release, the intensity building, his fingers sinking into the plush of your thighs while he keeps them from closing.

“I’m… you’re… oh my god,” your words are incoherent babbling, filling his ears while his blood rushes, almost spurting cum from having your walls grip his tongue so tightly. “Ngh there, there!”

He uses his thumb to stimulate your clit while he fucks you with his tongue, making you shatter for him. Your orgasm rocks you in waves, so intense you can hardly stand anymore, legs useless and weak, screaming out so loud you know those fucking servants hear you.

You can’t help but hope they run and tell the concubines that Satoru made you scream, in his chambers, where none of them are allowed. The possessive nature of your scattered thoughts shocks you, but you have no time to think on it, not when he licks higher, flicking his tongue on your other hole.

“W-what are you on about!?”

“You can talk, hmm, that’s not good,” he flicks it again, making you like it, laughing softly. “Not in your books either, is it?”

“You should write thosebooks, you manwhore- oh fuck, stop that!” He’s pressing a finger inside the little puckered hold now, you enjoy it far too much. “N-never mind, continue.”

He chuckles at that, pressing into your tight hole.“You’re the slutty one, first time and you want me in both your holes?” He is terrible, truly, taunting you when he laps up more of your cunt, your juices on your inner thighs, before standing, trailing kisses on your spine while his thumb presses in more. “All three of them, I bet.”

You don’t even really know what he’s talking about now, the pressure and slight pain making you wetter, until you feel it. His cock, pressing hot against your back, freed from that last layer between you. You look up then, he slips out his finger to grab your hips, cock insistent and thick on your ass now, you’re arching more, hating his smirk so much.

“Stop gloating, just fuck me… please…” He moans now, kissing your lips, and the kiss feels like too much, there’s just something in it, when he bends down, running his tip across your slit. “In me, god…”

“Against a door, the first time? We need to get to my bed,” you’re shaking your head, rocking your hips on his tip now, making him inhale. “You’re that needy, can’t wait?”

“Just put it in, w-want it,” you should hate yourself for the words, but you do, want the cock he’s teased you with for days, the one with the pretty pink tip that’s pressing just a bit into your soppy cunt now, stretching the skin. “Mnh!”

“I’ll give you anything you want when you ask sweet, here I thought you were just so evil,” you scoff, but the sound stops, morphing into a sharp gasp as he presses in, pushing past the tight ring of muscles, and he pauses, groaning, just his tip is in, but it’s enough to almost make you both cum. “Fuck… you’re too tight.”

You’re speechless now, you expected pain, so much pain from those stories you heard, but when he pushes deeper, it’s only pressure and pleasure. Such pressure, so much fullness, it’s hard to breathe. He pauses, taking it slow with you, cupping your face again and bracing his other arm on the wall, fingers entwining right over yours and slowly gripping your hand.

It’s too much.

You’re lost in him, in his eyes, as lost as he is in you, whispering your name in a way that makes you wetter, makes your heart flutter irritatingly. “Are you all right, is it too much?” He asks, further making you wonder just who he is, for every bad part there’s something sweet about him.

“I’m all right, just um… full…” He groans now, kissing you, sinking in deeper, drinking up your cries while he slips more inches in, your cunt is trying to accomodate, his thickness stretching your little unused hole out, it melds to him. “Oh… oh!”

“Good?” You nod eagerly, so he pulls back, you whine out at the loss, only for him to shove in deeper, gasping right against your lips. “Oh fuck, your cunt is so perfect, god fuck you for it.”

“F-fuck me!? Fuck you… ah! Y-yes, more please, please,” he’s lost in how you can be so fucking mean, then sweetly beg, your eyes as black as his, lips swollen from his kisses. His cock thrusts deeper with a snap of his hips, bottoming out then, watching as your eyes roll back in your skull. “So deep, too deep!”

“No, you can take me, can’t you? Swear she’s made just for me,” you shake your head but you’re already lost, when he bends low, grabbing your hips and fucking deep, his drooly tip right on your cervix. “That’s it, let me feel you, perfect little thing, you make me insane.”

You’re barely hearing his words, not when his thrusts are harder, deeper, not when he’s ruining your mind and your body. The door rattles with every thrust as he fucks you harder, as you start to take his cock better, your head falls back against his chest, tears pricking your eyes with the pressure, with how good he feels, the delicious stretch.

“You’re doing s’good, sweetheart,” his praise makes you feel needier, his breath against your bitten lips burning, cock shoving deeper. He eyes your expression, whispering – “Fucking beautiful, look at you.”

You shake your head, but he grips your chin, cock fucking you harder, you arch more for it, your back in a curve, feeling his heavy balls slapping on your clit over and over. You’re pathetic in your whines, in your little mutters of nonsense, his cock bringing you closer, but this time something different.

It’s not like his fingers or mouth, the fullness is intense, the way his tip just drags on your spots – ones you haven’t ever felt touched. “You are beautiful, let me say it, please,” you finally nod, and he moans, kissing you deeply, shoving inside you until he reaches the hilt, till you can’t even take anymore.

“Good girl, milking me, huh?” You have no clue what he’s even on about, but you do know the intensity is building again, you’re both lost in it, in each other. The sound of your skin slapping against his, his deep groans in your ear, the wetness wrapping his cock and dripping down your thighs.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, the way he’s stretching you, filling you so completely, you can feel your muscles clench around his shaft, his grip tightens bruisingly along your waist. “Fuck, you’re taking all of me, aren’t you?”

“Too much, p-pressure…” He nips your neck, the earrings and necklace rocking back and forth with every thrust.

His hips are snapping harder, cock shoving into you with a tempo that’s driving you closer and closer to the edge, and you know you’re going to fall over it, careen off the fucking deep end. You want to fight it, but your body has no attention, just arching for more, greedy cunt sucking him in deeper. Your toes curl underneath you, nails digging into Satoru’s arms damn near as you let go.

You panic, but he shushes you, practically using your body, your cunt now. “Oh sweetheart, you’re made to take my cock,” you shake your head, but he’s pressing in once more, you swear you can feel his thick cock throb within you now. “Cum for me, on me, make a mess of me, hmm? Just me, all me…”

You hear it, the desperation, breaking through your addled mind, a hand comes up to grip a jiggling tit now, thumb brushing your nipple, you fall apart with the added pleasure, cumming all over him, just like he commanded you too. You can’t see, can’t even breathe for a moment, when he just pulls out of you, you almost fall but he’s got you lifted now, facing him.

Facing him like this should be embarrassing, you should hate it, but you just cling to his neck, kissing him deeper when he drags you over to the dresser, the elegant black one the perfect height for him to fuck you. Your head rests against the mirror, when you look down and see it.

Suguru’s necklace.

It’s not broken anymore, in fact it’s clearly been welded together, he slips off the current one now, gentle almost, his cock still dripping with you as it hangs there – the weight so heavy. You clench thinking of it, wanting more of him, so much so you barely acknowledge the necklace for a moment, until he places your new one next to it.

“You fixed it?” You whisper, he sighs now, caressing your cheek, down to your throat, where the lines of his grip under your chin mark you. “Why?”

“I don’t know why,” he admits, spreading your thighs and coming closer, his tip slipping against your aching hole, already sore from being split apart. Your hands slide up his chest, he bends down, letting your legs grip his muscled waist, pressing against his rib cage now. “You can’t wear it around me, I don’t want to fucking see it.”

“I don’t want to see whores on you,” your whisper is dirty, your mouth filthy, the tone just making him shove his cock all the way in one stroke. “Ah! Too much, you’re too deep!”

“You can take me,” he whispers those words, fucking you right on that dresser, so hard your head almost slams the mirror, but he catches it, yanking out the pins. Your hair flows down, draping against you, framing your pretty face. “I want you to cum again, and see your face when you do.”

You shake your head, but he’s fucking in this maddening rythm, you’re already oversensitive from just how much you’ve cum, shaking and gasping for a breath, but all you get is his insane, eclipsing fucking energy. Cock stuffed inside you, big hands bruising you, lips overtaking any senses you had. Your former necklace presses marks into your thigh as he fucks you right over it.

He gets a sick satisfaction at the sight when he pulls back, tugging it off, looking at the pattern from the chain. You see it, and scowl at him then, while he grins. “Fucking psycho, I still hate you - ah!”

He shoves his cock in deep, slamming harder now, taking out every frustration you’ve caused in your cunt, relishing in the way your mouth opens, cupping your chin now. “You can hate me, but I’m the one fucking you, aren’t I? The cock you’re cumming on is mine, and I’m the one kissing you.”

“Hate you, so much,” his eyes burn like blue flames, molten cores of a fire too hot, burning like the stretch of him on your skin. “Emperor.”

“Satoru, say it.” You shake your head, and he scowls now, you know it angered him, and you want it to, his angry strokes hitting so good you can’t take it. “Say it, slutty little brat.”

“You’re s-slutty, ngh!” He’s too deep, rolling his hips just so, teeth nipping your sore lip as hard as you bit him earlier.

Red droplets slip, Satoru just kisses it off you, the blood on your lips metallic and tangy, he pulls back and it’s all over his face, making him look dangerous as his long tongue swipes it up. “Do you want my babies inside you?”

You falter, swallowing nervously, eyes lowering, only for him to jerk your chin up now. “It’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?”

“Wrong answer,” he’s lifting you again, like it’s nothing, carrying you over to his bed with his hard cock inside you. Your head is pressed into his plush pillows, the canopy, staring down at you. You swipe the blood off his lips, earning a little kiss on your thumb, which is far too intimate. “Do you want me to cum inside you? Fill you up so much you’ll drip me for days?”

You swallow nervously, his hand splaying your tummy, your heart is hammering, breasts rising and falling as you struggle to not want the images. “Emperor…”

“Satoru, when I cum inside you, when your womb is so full of my seed,” he’s lost in the vision, the idea of it, watching your expressions while you grip his sheets into your little fists. “Filling you so good, aren’t I? Can’t admit it?”

“Shh,” your back arches off the bed when he thrusts his cock all the way in again, he stares at the bulge in your stomach, moaning at the sight. “I’ll only… mnh… say it once then.”

He eyes you, desperate and needy now, lifting your thighs and tugging you down the bed, the soft sheets against your skin a whisper. “Say it then, say my name when I cum inside your perfect cunt. Only me.”

“Satoru,” he whimpers now, you’re spasming around his cock with your slick walls, and your eyes are lidded, lashes low, pretty fucked out expression making him ache even more. “Satoru….”

“Fuck,” he’s done for, kissing you deeply, lifting a thigh and slamming his cock until he bottoms out, ragged moans escaping his throat. “Gonna give you all my cum, fill you s’good huh, sweetheart?”

All you can do is nod weakly, wishing his name didn’t feel so good on your lips, when you feel him, his cock pumping hot sticky ropes, burning hot seed that coats your walls with white. He’s whimpering into your mouth now, a soft little sound you heard when you sucked him, only spurring you on more and more, while he fucks his cum into you, aftershocks urging him to spurt so much.

“Mnh, Satoru…” You should stop now, but he feels too good, his weight on you, as he leans back, kissing along your jaw, your name a caress against your ear.

“Going to put my heir inside you,” you can’t react to that, you can’t admit you want it, but he’s too lost anyway in his visions of you. “So many heirs, rebuild my line in your tummy, won’t I?”

“Shh, insane ass man.” He smiles then, but once he sees your eyes, and falls into them, it’s terrifying.

He’s never cum inside anyone. He’s made sure to not, but he never wanted to pull out of you, even now he’s there, as she’s letting his cum fall along his cock, dripping with your own arousal. It’s quiet, his thumb caressing your heated cheek, he tries to remember it’s just a duty, just enjoyable, but he knows it’s a lie.

A dangerous lie.

He knows your heart isn’t his, even if your body might be for now, and the thought makes him furious, his stomach tensing now as you speak. “If sex is like this, I suppose I see why you’re a whore.”

He can’t help but laugh then, you slip the nagging thought from his brain, he laughs genuinely, making you smile, before you both sober up. “It isn’t like this.”

What has he admitted?

“It’s not?” Your brows knit in confusion, he wants to tell you that you’re why it’s so good, but he’s terrified of the power you already hold over him. To give you more would just leave him broken.

“No, you are… it’s just different,” is all he really manages to say. He watches the blush decorate your cheeks, your lashes casting shadows under your eyes as they lower, hands resting on his thick biceps.

“They’ll hate me more now,” you murmur, eyes locking back on him. “I’m sure they heard us.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise that,” you look away, you don’t believe him, not the way he’s let them act, but you’re too tired and vulnerable to speak on it for now. “Let me clean you up.”

“You don’t have-”

“Shut up.” He pulls out of you, and you feel sore and oddly empty, walking over to grab something, his back and ass so strong and defined you ache again.

“Excuse me!?” You glare as you sit up, he’s turning around just to smirk at it.

“You looked too happy, had to make you scowl again.”

“Oh you’re a dick, arrogant- ouch!” He’s wiping you up gently, you hiss. “Sore, sore, mnh…”

“You took that cock very well, you’re the sluttiest virgin I’ve seen.”

“I will smack you.” He just grins again, hiding the fact that he’s falling for you under a facade.

It’s all a facade, always.

“Will you sleep in here?” He asks later, slipping one of his soft, light kimonos over your arms, leaving it open while he peers at you, littered with his marks, making him want you again.

“Um, wouldn’t it look good?” You ask, eyeing the door.

“It would,” he acts as if that’s why, watching you contemplate for a moment. “It’s late to take you all the way back, too.”

“Then yes, I will… your bed is comfier than mine anyway,” you use that excuse to snuggle against him, he smells so good, even his sweat does. Just something intoxicating as it is comfortable. He holds you against his chest, while his chin rests on your head. “Emperor?”

“I lost ‘Satoru’, will I only get that when I cum inside you?” You blush and scowl at him, he can’t stop his lips from quirking up. “Fine, what was it?”

“I thought my first time would hurt, and it didn’t… so … thank you for being um… I don’t know what I’m saying.” You bury your face again, and he senses it, the sweet shy thing buried under layers of confidence and anger, endearing yourself to him more.

“It should not hurt if done properly, I’m assuming those tales scared you,” he says, and you nod, while he tugs the covers over you both. “So I take it you quite enjoyed my cock.”

“Smug little jerk,” He’s smiling as you rest now, body relaxing, it feels too good, too natural for you to fit there. “You have much practice I suppose.”

“I suppose I do. But… you were…”

“Were what?” Your voice is sleepy, you yawn just a bit. “Was I up to par with the mean little brats that frolic around?”

“Don’t compare yourself please,” his voice is strained now. You’ve shifted everything in days, and he doesn’t want to admit it. “You are their better in every aspect, including this, yes?”

Your smile is felt on his chest, while he holds you, but you’re not gifted with sweet dreams when you drift off.

No – it’s a nightmare, of the man you haven’t even thought of, and the man who was inside of you. One in your heart, one taking over your senses, you feel hopelessly tugged between them, Suguru’s hurt, Satoru’s possessiveness, and for once you don’t know which side to go to.

Satoru wonders why you’re shifting in your sleep, seeing tears slip across your cheeks that night, wondering just what is in your mind, while his own whirls, with what he’s going to do with the fact that he thinks he’s fallen in love. In love with a girl who hates him, a beautiful girl crying in his arms, in the throes of a nightmare, and the consequences of just what that means for his life.

How would anything be the same after you?

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There will be MORE angst, don't think it's fluffy yet LMAO <3 Hope to see you pookies in the comments :')

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