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"Every one sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are." 

-Machiavelli

You were nicknamed the ‘Zenin princess’ before the age of thirteen and spent many years training and being groomed into the perfect bride, wife, and mother. You weren’t let out of your gilded cage very often but that didn’t make you naïve to the world around you, far from it actually. you liked observing people, studying them, and you read all the great works including The Prince and the Art of War. You were just as cunning if not more so than the potential heirs of the clan, no one knew this of course, in their eyes you were simply a pretty cash cow that they’d reap the rewards of soon enough.

Being pretty and having a decent amount of cursed energy isn’t what set you apart from the other women in the clan, not even your technique that was passed off as a frivolous party trick. No, you inherited the same gift as one of your female ancestors, a cursed womb- not to be confused with the woman from the Kamo clan experiments. You had increased fertility levels and are guaranteed to give birth to strong sorcerers. On top of that any child you give birth to has a 99% chance of having an inherited technique, depending on the father of course.

There were other unique traits that made you the perfect sorcerer incubator, your high sensitivity levels and your full figure, but your least favorite trait was when you were ovulating. You dreaded the days when you felt like a bitch in heat, your entire body was built for breeding, and you were forced to deny it every month while in isolation.

I guess everyone must have a weakness, it’s just a shame yours is so… lewd.

The clan politics that surrounded you were no easy feat either, not that they included you anyways in the meetings, but you’d overhear when possible. Sometimes they’d have you serving tea in the same room, quietly pouring into the cups while ignoring the subtle glances and “supportive” touches to your waist.

Even within your own clan men are beastly and wolfish, you enjoyed taking advantage of this.

You enjoyed wrapping them around your fingers, giving them the impression of being an innocent sweet girl, only Naobito was able to see through this, but knowing your true nature only made him prouder to be your uncle. Knowing that the Zenin clan was able to produce a woman just as calculating as the men without even trying.

Yes, you were well liked and cherished as much as a woman could be cherished within that clan. You were kind and nurturing towards the younger girls, slipping them treats and letting them avoid beatings by staying in your rooms.

The one other person who didn’t fully buy your innocent act was Naoya, but of course he had no evidence to fully support his speculations. Maybe that’s what drew him to you, he claims that there are a million girls prettier than you, but you know he’s lying through his teeth. You see the way he looks at you in passing, that insatiable glint in his eyes when your gazes connect across a room. The way he’d subtly touch your waist and hips when maneuvering you near him. But he’s always been this way, ever since you were fifteen and growing bolder over the years. “Accidentally” tripping you just so he could catch you, stealing a quick feel while chiding you for being so clumsy. You’d smile and thank him in that sweet voice of yours, ignoring the urge to slap that smug smirk off his face.

This game would continue for many years, and when you turned seventeen you began asking things of Naoya. You’d look up at him with those pretty doe eyes of yours, pleading in a soft honeyed voice for him to take you out to the shops for new kimono fabrics. You’d wrap your delicate arms around his own muscular one, making sure to press your bosom against his arm so he could feel the outline of your well-endowed assets through the fabric. And who was he to deny you? Just a sweet stupid girl asking for her favorite second uncles help.

It was the second day after your eighteenth birthday, Naobito still hadn’t debuted you yet, they had kept you so well hidden from the prying eyes of jujutsu society.

Despite his ‘women should walk three steps behind a man’ ideology, Naoya liked the feeling of you holding onto his arm while you strolled the shops together, and he enjoyed the envious stares of other men. As much as he loved the little begging routine, you’d give him, he loved these moments even more, away from the household where he could properly fantasize what it’d be like having you as a wife.

It still shocks him that his cousin Jinichi managed to father a daughter so beautiful, he thought any children would come out just as ugly as him. Naoya often caught himself thanking the universe for your mothers’ genetics.

You were ethereal in his eyes, raven hair cascading down your back, golden colored eyes that would become almost blazing when angered, every curve and angle of your face looked hand crafted by meticulous angels, determined to bring a slice of heaven down to the mortals.

You let Naoya play out his sick little husband fantasy when away from the household, you saw it as a minor annoyance, letting it slide simply because you were out of the compound. Without Naoya by your side you’d never be able to leave unless it was to be shipped off to your future husband, so you enjoyed the time spent outside your cage and humored him.

A part of you also enjoyed having Naoya so close, he functioned as a wall against the leering stares of men that always found a way to follow you, and you knew they’d never dare to do anything besides staring so long as you had him.

Today however Naoya deeply regretted taking you to the shops, because the one man he couldn’t scare off was there.

Satoru Gojo.

All Naoya could do was keep a plastered smile and levelheaded voice when speaking to the white haired man.

“What brings you to Kyoto, Satoru? Surely, you’re not just here to sightsee.” Naoya began to pry in a fake polite tone.

Even with the blindfold Satoru made your heart skip a beat, you’d seen photos and videos of him in the past, but none were able to do him justice.

“Just checking out a hunch.” Satoru replied, a shit eating grin creeping up his lips when he noticed your staring. He was evading giving an answer, further annoying Naoya.

To your dismay Naoya stepped between Satoru and you, a pathetic attempt at shielding you from the view of the six eyes.

Curiosity got the best of you, Naoya couldn’t decide between welcoming your touch or stiffening under it when he felt your hands gently rest on his shoulders, knowing that you were standing on your tip toes to catch another glimpse of Satoru.

“Oh? Who’s this?” Satoru remarked, cocking his head to the side to get a better view of you over Naoya’s shoulders. You smiled a wide, genuine smile and Naoya reluctantly admitted to you being his second niece.

“Jinichi’s brat.” He tried downplaying and you could feel the air become even tenser.

“I never knew he had a daughter, or any children for that matter.” Satoru’s tone was lighthearted but held an inquisitive edge. While he wanted to ask Naoya how long they kept you hidden, he kept his responses vague, enjoying the uncertainty that made Naoya uncomfortable and on edge.

“she’s nothing special, she barely has enough cursed energy to produce a shikigami.” Naoya tried playing off in an amused tone, it was also a lie, you had more than enough cursed energy necessary for summoning a shikigami, you simply weren’t allowed to.

“Mh, but she certainly looks special.” Satoru mused, taking a step closer to get a better look. You could feel the slight anger rise in Naoya as Satoru towered over him to peer down at you behind him.

When Satoru saw the distinct beauty marks underneath the outer corners of your left and right eye, he knew exactly what you possessed. This only served to intrigue him further.

Naoya felt emasculated in this moment, he knew he had no true claim over you, and he knew eventually you’d be married off, you had spent your entire life preparing to be married off. So why now did he feel such rage when this blind folded idiot (his words) took such an interest in you?

Maybe he thought he’d have more time, maybe he was hoping Naobito would die before you came of age, if he were clan leader, he could force you to stay with him. To rub salt into the wound it was Satoru Gojo showing interest in you, besides the obvious clan rivalry he knew he couldn’t compete with Satoru, his ego was forced to come to terms with this fact despite his narcissistic upbringing.

Naoya didn’t even need to look at you to know you were giving Satoru that same look you’d give him when you wanted something, except with Satoru it was genuine, not superficial manipulation. You were genuinely interested in the man as well, nearly swooning over him at that. No, no, no Naoya could not have that.

“We have to be off,” Naoya spoke in a curt tone, his voice sounding almost strained to hide his frustration as he reached around to grab your wrist.

Satoru didn’t oppose, simply stepping aside and watching as Naoya dragged you away, smirking when he caught you looking back at him.

You felt some anxiety as Naoya dragged you back towards the car, and a startled gasp left you when he shoved you into the backseat. He was determined to carve out some sense of domination over you when he began hurriedly driving you back to the Zenin compound.

The servants kept their heads bowed low when passing, there were some concerned glances, but no one dared to speak up against an angry Naoya. Your father was off somewhere, not that he paid much attention to you anyways, and Naobito was likely drunk and passed out in his rooms. Forget about Ogi, like he’d do anything anyways.

Naoya gripped your elbow when leading you, ignoring your questions or pleas’, no amount of doe eyes or innocent flirting could get you out of this. No, he was on a mission when he pushed you into his rooms.

Panic began building quickly in you, you knew he couldn’t leave marks on you or taint your purity, so what else could possibly happen?

Naoya was muttering to himself the entire time, you’d catch the occasional “blind folded bastard,” or “Gojo scum.”

“N-Naoya?” you stammered nervously as he pushed you down onto his futon, caging you in under his body that shook with restrained rage. Normally you wouldn’t bat an eye at one of his outbursts, the last time it became this bad he beat a servant in front of you, but this was different, there wasn’t a servant to take the beating for you now.

“Shut up.” He snapped, his golden eyes glowering down at you.

Would it even be possible to try and fight him off? You considered it, ran the possibility through your mind. No, you were no match against him in combat, you’ve never sparred once in your life.

Think… how does a pretty girl nurse a man’s broken ego?

“Naoya…” you whispered in the sweetest tone, your soft hands slowly traced up his arms, fingers subtly digging into his biceps when briefly passing over.

Naoya felt his heart genuinely skip a beat when he heard his name on your lips, soft almost cooing with affection. Felt so much anger he originally had already dissipating. He had you splayed out beneath him, saying his name so prettily- Satoru didn’t have that, he did. He didn’t want Satoru to ever have this sight of you- any man for that matter. Your hair fanned out on the comforter, kimono disheveled and the opening widened, the subtle flushing of your cheeks while staring up at him. This sight alone was all his.

Your hands traveled further up his arms to his broad shoulders and came to rest at the nape of his neck, your fingernails oh so lightly scratching him, almost urging him closer. He thinks you’re urging him closer. He doesn’t care whether you actually are or aren’t because he’s already leaning down to get closer.

“it’s not fair.” He finally spoke, his voice soft but filled with bitterness, your hands slid from the nape of his neck to his jaw, gently cupping his face. He leaned into your touch, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he closed his eyes to fully relish and dedicate to memory the feeling of your soft hands holding his face.

“What isn’t fair?” you pried gently, your thumbs soothingly rubbing his cheekbones.

“You leaving me, leaving the clan.” He murmured against the palm of your hand before pressing a soft kiss.  

“I know.” Was all you could say, you didn’t have a different answer for him, nor did you want to give him any false promise, you simply wanted him to be calm even if it left you with dread and guilt in your stomach.

“If I were the clan leader I’d keep you here.” His cat like eyes opened to look down at you.

Your mouth opened hesitantly, you didn't know what to say, how to even respond to that. Could it be that your manipulations had gone too far? No, you had a feeling this would've happened anyways, and in much more unsavory circumstances. 

He leaned down closer, your noses now nearly brushing, and spoke softly, "I wouldnt let anyone take my sweet girl from me." 

Your heart began to race, and what was once a grey relationship with blurred lines became vividly clear once Naoya said the quiet part out loud. 

He began to think to himself, if he could get just a taste, a small lapping of you, maybe it'd be enough to satiate him. His cologne filled your senses being this close; leather, tonka, and vetiver; making your mind buzz with a newfound high. 

But it did nothing to mask your feelings of unease, the prickling you felt in your limbs urging you to flee. 

One of his large hands made contact with your shoulder and gingerly began to slide downward, gently pushing one of your arms out of the way in the process, "you've always been so good for me, you'll let me do this right?" he murmured persuasively, his warm breath gently fanning against your lips. You swallowed thickly, time was up and you formed no escape plan, tactics and schemes fell short when you now faced uncharted waters. Often times what's written on paper, yields different results when in practice. 

You were faced with a decision; submission or a plethora of unknown consequences. 

You chose to gently nod your head as his hand slid down past your delicate collar bones. Your breath gently hitched as he closed the distance, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt the warm press of his lips. 

You could feel him shake with restraint above you, his breath shuddered along with yours as he deepened the kiss. 

just one more, he told himself again and again as his touch grew more bold. 

It took everything in you not to scrunch your face in disgust, how dare he touch me like this, you thought. 

After what felt like eternity he pulled away, panting softly as he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes trained on yours. For a moment he wanted to say something, but with some newfound discipline, he held his tongue and reluctantly got off of you. You remained frozen in place, utterly stunned by this new event, not even noticing when he left. 

one thing was clear however and echoed repeatedly in your mind; I need to escape from this place. 

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"The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting."

- Sun Tzu

You didn't see Naoya for a few days, choosing to keep yourself locked in your chambers. You anxiously paced around, trying to plan and think, trying to come up with any solution to your predicament. 

Physically escaping was out of the picture, the Hei would catch you before you made it even five feet towards the perimeter gate. You couldn't risk pushing Naobito into marrying you off; best case you end up in a different cage with an uglier man, and worse case Naoya just murders everyone to get you back. 

You suddenly had a thought that made you freeze in place, a thought so ridiculous and near impossible, a thought that included a certain Satoru Gojo; the only person outside of the Zenin family that knew of your existence, and that Naoya wouldnt be able to murder...

The difficulties with this far fetched scheme were high, you couldn't simply ask Naobito if you could marry a Gojo, let alone one that's known for being a bachelor. You didn't have a phone to contact the white haired sorcerer either, let alone his number. 

These revelations didn't stop you though, they only made your heart race with excitement as you calculated the risks in the actions you'd be taking. 

You left your chambers around midnight, with only a short sleeping robe wrapped around your body and tabi socks to soften the sound of your steps as you crept down the empty halls. 

A small oil lamp was kept in your hand, its light flickering over your sweet features and the walls of the estate. You heard the occasional snore through shut shoji doors and the sound of the thunderstorm outside, but nothing was quite as loud as your heart beat in your ears. 

Trepidation stirred in your stomach and determination moved through your steps, the tension in the air thickened the closer you got to Naoya's chambers. 

Your objective? stealing a phone that was ensured to have Satoru Gojo's number. You knew you'd be caught instantly if you simply tried to steal it from a highly trained sorcerer in their sleep, you couldn't risk those consequences. You needed to be a distraction, and you were determined to gain that phone in anyway possible, even if it meant stroking it out of him. You'd make peace with your pride after this is all over. 

You stopped in front of his door, your hand trembling as it reached the handle; after a deep, composing breath, you gently slid open the shoji door and stepped into his chambers. Even though you barely made a sound, as expected he awoke instantly; sitting up quickly on his futon, his comforter slipping down to reveal his muscular chest. 

his eyes widened when seeing it was you. You said nothing, instead choosing to slide the door shut and venturing further into the room; your feet making no sound on the tatami mats. 

he didn't speak either as you set the oil lamp down on his dresser and turned towards him. You felt like prey under his gaze, every move was accounted for, and every breath was analyzed curiously. 

He thought he was dreaming as he watched you kneel down onto the futon and crawl towards him, the coquettish glint in your eyes made his heart race and he felt a stirring in his pants as your sleeping robe opened slightly due to your movements. 

You instantly took note of his phone that was placed next to his futon as you crawled onto his lap; "Naoya," your voice was soft and silky as his name escaped your parted lips, "I'm scared to sleep alone," you murmured innocently as you sat directly on his growing bulge, thighs spread between his hips, causing your robe to hike up. 

You couldn't fully see his features in the dimness but you could hear him make almost a choking noise, followed by a ragged breath. 

"You were never afraid of thunder before," he murmured huskily, a suspicious edge in his voice. He was using every once of self restraint to not just take you like a predator with prey. His heart beat rapidly in his chest as he tried to keep steady breaths, tying to not think about how he could feel the outlines of your plump lips against his cock through the thin undergarments. Your own body heated up with desire as well despite yourself, but your objective made you quell those thoughts. 

You smile sweetly as your hands gently press against his chest, fingers splaying out as you subtly dug the tips into his skin, earning you the sound of him thickly swallowing. 

"do you want to know the real reason I'm here?" you spoke in a low voice, a coquettish edge in your tone. You wouldnt let him see through you and your plans. 

He nodded his head softly.

You leaned closer towards his face, noses nearly brushing and your breathing mingled with his, "I want to stay in the clan, I want to stay with you," you breathed out as your hands glided slowly up his abdomen, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath your fingers. 

He felt frozen in place with that one sentence, his mind both blank and racing with a million different possible scenarios. 

The once arrogant Naoya Zenin, was now a nonverbal idiot beneath you. It still felt like a dream to him when your hands gently pushed him down onto his back, his shocked gaze watched as you undid the sash of your robe and pulled it open.

You could feel his cock twitching through his underwear as you slid off the silk, revealing your flesh to his feverish gaze, he was too enamored to notice you throwing your robe onto his phone.

Naoya had pictured this fantasy a millions times before, he had dreams of breeding you beneath him while stroking himself in this very same futon, past imaginations of you bent over and  filled while he masturbated at his office desk. He'd pictured ravaging you in every way possible, until he was dry cumming and his whole body shaking; but now with you openly presenting yourself to him, he was stuck in complete awe. 

Your body was a temple, and he wanted to be your only worshipper. 

You knew you had to maintain control over this precarious situation, one wrong move or sign of hesitation could result in him impregnating you, and that would ruin everything. 

"I know it sounds silly of me to ask, but I want to be a virgin for you on our wedding night," you purr softly when you felt his hands shakily grasp your hips, "can you control yourself? just for me?" 

Naoya nodded immediately, simply thankful to have you naked on top of him, "yeah," he breathed out, his hands slid up your waist and gently urged you down. 

You put aside any pride you had left to kiss him, his lips were feverish and wolfish, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you to keep your body pressed against his, and a whimper escaped you as he grinded up. 

he was an animal barely contain the way he rutted up against your aching heat, his hands couldn't get enough as they groped and stroked every inch of your skin. Everything screamed in him to remove the barriers of undergarments between the two of you, he wanted to so desperately take you here and now, to throw your wishes to the wind. 

But it felt like vindication, you really were his sweet girl.

You felt panic spike in you as he flipped your positions, splaying you beneath him while he panted and restrained above you. 

And you felt like your plans were falling apart when he roughly tore off your panties to gaze hungrily on your wet puffy folds. It surprised you greatly when he hooked his arms around your spread thighs and dove his head down between your legs. 

Never in a million years could you picture Naoya Zenin, the epitome of a misogynistic asshole, eating a woman out, and so ravenously at that. His grip on you was bruising, his arms working like iron bars keeping you in place as he ate like he was starving. 

And never in a million years could you ever imagine the sounds to leave your mouth, lewd moans and needy whimpers that threatened to wake the whole estate up. 

You'd thought you would just get him off with your hands and mouth, you didn't expect him to feast on your heated core while dry humping the futon. 

His sinful tongue made your toes curl and your back arch up deliciously, it didn't take him long to bring you to the edge; you had almost forgotten what you actually came here for, in that moment of orgasmic bliss you could practically picture a future with him, so long as it including this every night.

Who would've known that his tongue had the power to both repel and attract you? 

Your body felt weak and brain mushy as you panted, you didn't notice him sitting up to shove his underwear off; it wasn't until your vision refocused and you felt him grab you thighs tightly, that you momentarily felt out of control again. 

His cock was practically weeping with pre cum when you laid eyes on it. He pressed your plush thighs together, and you felt his thick hot length slide between them, the underside of his cock gliding against your sensitive clit as he proceeded to fuck your thighs. 

You were back to square one as his thrusts overstimulated your swollen clit, you couldn't help the sounds that tore through your throat as his balls slapped against your puffy lips. 

Even if he wasn't allowed to put it inside, he was in heaven at this moment, Suguru Geto could blow up Tokyo right now and he wouldnt care in the slightest so long as you kept making those pretty sounds for him. 

His pride only grew, knowing that he was the only person to ever have you like this, knowing your moans were because of him. He committed it all to memory, the way your face scrunched in pleasure, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, the tantalizing softness of your thighs against his cock- all of it was his. 

"I love you," the words slipped from his mouth too fast to take back, but all rational had already left his mind the moment you opened his door. If anything it spurred him on to say more. 

"You feel so good."

Thrust.

"I love you."

Thrust.

"I want you forever."

Thrust.

"You're so pretty like this."

Thrust.

"Look at me."

Thrust.

"So perfect,"

Thrust.

"You're so perfect."

Thrust.

"Never gonna let you leave."

Thrust.

"Don't ever leave me."

Thrust.

"My sweet girl."

Thrust.

"Mine,"

Thrust.

"You're mine."

Thrust.

You could barely register his heated words and needy confessions, too overtaken by the pleasure quickly building in your lower stomach as your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets. 

It was embarrassing how easily he could push you over the edge, even if your body was built for that. 

He was no better, his groan nearly vibrated into your own body as hot liquid painted all the way up your stomach and heaving breasts. Sweat glistened against his skin in the flickering light as he let go of your thighs and loomed above you, his heavy panting fanned down on you as he took in you flushed cheeks and dazed expression. 

With a heavy thud he laid down next your spent body and pulled you back against him, you could feel his heart hammering against your back and his still hard cock pressed against the fat of your ass. 

For the first time in a long time you felt conflicted in his warm arms, would being his truly be so bad? You thought to yourself. His face nuzzled into your hair and he inhaled your scent as his arms tightened possessively, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Your once blissed out face became contemplative as you reminded yourself it wouldnt get better, only worse. Would you truly be happy and free? 

No.

At least in the great unknown of this world you knew you had a better chance of freedom with Satoru Gojo than Naoya Zenin, even if all Satoru could offer was socializing with people not related to you. You'd gladly trade all of this for a bigger cage. 

Naoya didn't want this moment to end, he yearned to keep you pressed against him until the end of time, but his unchecked power within the clan only went so far. He knew it would be for the best if you woke up in your own bed, lest to not risk you facing punishment or potential scrutiny from the elders, not to mention him facing potential consequences if they knew how close he was to risking their investment. 

He let out a heavy sigh and called your name softly.

"Hm?" you responded as you dropped the contemplative look from your face. 

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, "you should get back to your rooms before anyone notices," he murmured against your skin, disappointment tinging his tone. 

You let out a sigh, acting like you were sad about having to leave, "is it alright if I use your bathroom first?" 

He agreed, of course he did, anything to excuse having you in his rooms for a moment longer. He reluctantly let you go, his gaze trailing your body as you gathered up your robe and stood up. 

You cast him a small smile before slipping into his bathroom and sliding the door shut.

You knew you only had a few minutes with his phone, you quickly pull it out from the fabric of your robe that had been hiding it and turn it on. You had little to no experience with smart phones given that you were never allowed to possess one, you'd only interacted with them in the past when you were lucky enough to see Mai. She'd always get a kick out of watching you absorb as much information as possible from the screen as you navigated it like an elder person. You weren't prepared for his phone to be locked however, a four digit code acted as a barrier between you and potential freedom.

1234- wrong.

1991- wrong.

You only had one last chance before the phone locked, you tried to quickly wrack your mind for the information.

You hesitantly type in 1998, your birth year. The phone unlocks to your surprise and mild disgust.  

You clumsily find the contacts app in his phone and search for the Gojo heirs number, and to lesson suspicion you decided to flush the toilet incase Naoya thinks it's too silent. 

Come to the Zenin estate gardens tomorrow afternoon to discuss something urgent, you sent the message and quickly deleted the conversation from the phone, all you could do was pray that Satoru wouldnt send a text back. 

You turned on the sink and shut the phone off, then quickly put your robe back on. 

You turned off the sink and hid the phone behind your back, you slid open the door and came face to face with Naoya, whom had gotten up to check on you.

Without missing a beat you grabbed his shoulder with your free hand and pulled him into a kiss, he was momentarily surprised but quickly reciprocated, his hands automatically going to your hips. You tossed his phone towards the futon, making a soft thump when landing. Naoya went to turn his face to glance at what the sound had been, worried someone might've opened his door, but you grab his face and pull him back into the heated kiss. 

After enough time passes for him to forget about the sound, you pull back enough to whisper against his lips, "are you gonna miss me?"

"Of course," he breathed out reverently, you smiled sweetly and allowed him to press one last kiss to your lips before he had to reluctantly led you towards his bedroom door to leave. 

He watched as you sauntered quietly down the hall and out of view before he purposely banged his head against the side of his door frame, trying to dispel his warring thoughts. 

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"A year ago today, I was undoing my husband. Now I am almost done reassembling him."

- Gillian Flynn

You didn't have the time nor the patience to dwell on your experience with Naoya; you were ready to whore out your whole body if it meant freedom... So long as you didn't get pregnant of course.

Christ you were like a bundle of energy when getting ready the next day; maybe it was the post orgasmic glow or the evil little Zenin part of you finally getting fed, but you were utterly perfect. 

There wasn't any information accessible to you on what Satoru's type was but, you were everyone's type so what really could go wrong?

Such a manipulative little minx the way you had the servants drag out cushions to your favorite gazebo and wore that light blue yukata; how you kept your hair down so it'd splay out on the pillows as you lied there, peaceful and innocent like the good girl you are. The sweet girl Naoya knows you to be...

And it "just so happened" that he had a mission away today too, oh you sly girl you. 

Anything in the name of freedom, and that included making sure your head laid in the south west direction to perfectly light your features, even scenting yourself with the expensive perfume your mother told you to only wear for proposal meetings... Oh you'll make sure this is a proposal meeting alright. 

You're so lucky to have guessed correctly, Satoru loves sweet scents. 

At first Satoru was confused, Naoya of all people had asked to meet with him? And in the Zenin gardens at that? 

But then he became intrigued, curious, excited even; because the moment he had received that message he knew something was deeply off. 

So, Satoru did arrive to the Zenin estate; whether it was to fight someone or find someone, he did not care, it'd be fun either way. 

Besides, you still hadn't left his mind since the encounter by the shops a few days ago. Maybe this would give him the chance to poke his nose in the Zenin clan business, maybe even steal one of those skeletons out of their closets if he was really feeling frisky. 

During his walk through the gardens however something distracted him, vanilla.

Something about it dancing amongst the scent of the cherry blossoms stopped him in his tracks and made him proceed to follow it. 

Curious and curiouser, he followed the scent until he found something sweet for his gaze instead. 

Your talent lies in seduction not battle, so it wasn't until you heard the faintest sound of a creek on the wood that you noticed bait being taken. 

Eyes fluttered open as if just being awoken from a nap, and of course not from three hours of fake sleeping. 

You even added a cute little stirring noise as you awoke, like a kitten waking up- oh how adorable. 

It was showtime as soon as you drifted your gaze lazily towards him, a sleepy smile gracing your lips as you somehow gracefully sat up, not even bothering to fix your yukata that had slightly loosened.

"Oh hello there," you spoke softly, as you demurely smoothed out your hair. 

Hook, line, and sinker- if Satoru was a cat then he'd be ready to get killed by curiosity. 

"Someone's a light sleeper," he teased as he stepped further into the gazebo, you could see him holding back from grinning. 

Your smile widened and you gave a small laugh, which caught him off guard considering his past interactions with Zenin's. 

Your brow furrowed slightly in contemplation, "you're the man from the other day, right? Out by the shops?" You ask curiously as he took a seat on a cushion across from you, only a couple feet away. 

"You remember? I must've made a good impression on you," his voice was playful with the smallest hint of flirtation, as if testing the waters. 

You shrug and smile sheepishly, "kind of hard not to when everything else in my life is mundane." 

"Oh?" he perked up at that, "what do you mean by that?"

Your body language became nervous, as if you were about to tell him a huge secret, which you were but you needed to really sell it. 

"Well I've spent my whole life here, almost never being allowed to leave or train my jujutsu ever..." You begin in a more hushed voice now as you lean closer to him, and you let a spark of sadness cross your features. 

His expression went from playful to contemplative after you said that.

"Everything in my life has been dedicated to making me the perfect wife and mother; so yes, having you interrupt my boring routine did make quite the impression on me."

You gave him a soft, rueful smile and sat in silence for a moment as he mulled over your words. 

You began to add some minor timid backpedaling, "don't get me wrong, my life is wonderful and I enjoy the finest things, and I'm so privileged compared to the other women here but-"

"You're like a pretty bird in a gilded cage," he remarked softly. 

You gave him a knowing smile, "yes, exactly that."

He reaches a gentle hand towards your face, cupping it, "and I assume it has something to do with your cursed womb?" He spoke as his thumb traced over the beauty mark under the left outer corner of your eye. His touch made you giddy, despite how fabricated everything else in this interaction was, it truly felt good being touched by him and you almost caught yourself leaning into it. He even managed to make your ears tinge pink.

"Uh huh," you breathed out. 

He tucked some hair behind your ear, "any proposals or arrangements yet?" His voice was low and curious, and he hesitantly retracted his hand. 

"No, it's only been about a week since I've turned eighteen but Naobito still hasn't debuted me yet," your tone is a little disappointed.

Satoru felt genuine pity for you, a young girl subjected to the greed of the Zenin clan, how lonely you must feel.

You were almost a decade younger than him but he was still a man, with a gaze that drifted lower despite himself, however his six eyes technique knew you weren't being completely truthful, but he couldn't place his finger on it. 

"Hm, that is a shame," he spoke in a low tone while reaching a hand out to gently move your hair over your shoulder. 

Your cheeks blushed a soft pink, and his tone caused you to evaluate him more, wondering what he was thinking, whether he was buying your sob story or not.

"What are you doing in the Zenin gardens?" You ask curiously, turning the questions onto him. 

He smiled softly, his earlier sanguine mood returning, "Naoya invited me to meet, but I can't seem to find him anywhere."

Confusion crossed your features and Satoru took note of this, "I thought he was off on a mission in Osaka?" 

That response deeply intrigued him, his smile grew wider, "is that so?" 

You nodded your head, still feigning confusion. 

He lets out a faux disappointed sigh and reluctantly moves to stand up, "seems as if Naoya should organize his calendar better," he remarked in an amused tone. 

Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his wrist, "wait!" you say suddenly, he peered down at you with slight surprise and you felt yourself flush with embarrassment at your desperate outburst. But you can still play it correctly, "please stay, just for a while longer," you pleaded softly, tears already brimming in your eyes while holding his gaze. 

"Why?" his tone was soft and curious, not at all harsh or mocking, and although he already knew the reason, he wanted to hear you say it, to see if you were lying or not. 

"Because for the first time in a long time I don't feel as lonely," which was the unfortunate truth. Your grip tightened around his wrist; he could easily swat it off if he wanted, but he didn't, instead he chose to sit back down, closer this time. 

"There's no need to cry, I'll stay for a little while," he teased softly as he wiped away a tear that had fallen.

You had never considered having genuine romantic feelings for the man before, you just needed an escape plan, but now with him so close and wiping away your tears with such a tender touch, you felt a strange warmth blossom in your chest. 

Satoru didn't think he'd enjoy your company this much, despite your naivety, even listening to you speak about the most basic of topics left him wanting to hear more. You spent a few hours doing just that, talking and occasionally stealing the smallest of touches. 

What he soon began to see was nothing but a sweet girl, that was left lonely and fragile from years of grooming. He had a theory, that you weren't being dishonest, but rather trying to hide the full extent of the abuse you had been enduring. Maybe it was the way you looked up at him with those doe eyes, or the way your lips parted when speaking in the sweetest voice he'd ever heard, but Satoru found himself thinking past the age gap and clan rivalry. The more words that poured from your mouth, the more he began thinking about how much money he'd have to throw at Naobito for you, and how his own clan was already pushing marriage onto him. 

Two birds with one stone? He thought to himself when you laughed at a joke he had made, sweet and melodic to his ears; he began wondering what other sounds you could make for him. 

He could already imagine Naoya's rage if you were to end up with him, how entertaining it'd be to rub it in his face, the thought alone made Satoru very pleased. 

Something about you couldn't help but draw him in, at first he chalked it up to your perfume, but it felt too magnetic to be that; perhaps a side effect of your curse trait? Either way he didn't mind in the slightest. 

When the sun began to set across the horizon, you felt a twinge of disappointment, knowing this meant you'd have to go back inside soon. 

"Will you come again?" You asked softly, a pleading look in your eyes when looking up at him. 

His smile turned from playful to affectionate, "I'll be sure to," he knew he was a busy man, but that didn't stop him from wanting to spend more time with you. 

Your face lit up with excitement, "promise?" It felt childish to say but you couldn't help it, you needed him to come back. 

"Promise," he chuckled softly. 

~

Despite being all the way in Osaka, Naoya couldn't help but feel that something was off. He couldn't tell if it was schizophrenia or intuition making him feel this way. 

He found himself missing you more than usual ever since that night, wanting nothing more than to come home and beg Naobito to give you to him. Every time he remembered the sight of you beneath him, a shiver of pleasure raked through him. Never did he think that'd he ever find himself so utterly sick with yearning, him of all people. 

He felt so pathetic in his hotel room after the mission, naked and sweaty on the bed with his hand clenched over his throbbing cock, slick with lotion and pre-cum as he stroked to the thought of you. Your name on his lips as he replayed that night in his head, it made every fantasy he'd ever had of you that much more intense, more real.

His abdominal muscles clenched and his free hand fisted the sheets tightly as his hips bucked up, ramming his thick member faster into his hand, wishing to all the gods it could be you taking it all. His heart hammered in his chest when imagining how you'd struggle to take him all, how you'd ask him for help while riding. His breathing turned ragged as his cum splattered all over his chest and stomach. 

He wished he could call you, just to hear your voice on the other line, maybe you could even send pictures to him if he asked. 

The desperate thoughts raced through his mind as he panted, slowly descending from his high. 

~

You couldn't stop thinking about the white haired sorcerer when being prepared for bed, and when alone under the sheets, you allowed yourself to let your thoughts drift to more lewder places...

Your nether regions buzzed with excitement as your imagination took hold of you, desire already coating your panties after just a few moments from grinding against your pillow. The friction of your hardened nipples against your nightwear set tingles of pleasure through you. 

Everything in your body craved him as you dragged your mound against the fabric, and how your face flushed from feeling so unladylike and primal. 

I wonder how big he is?

Would he be rough or gentle?

Would he tease me?

Would his stamina leave me nearly dead?

Your back arched and your moans were muffled against your futon the closer you got to the edge of sweet release. So unbecoming of a woman of your standing, how your hips were desperate for more than just friction. Your virgin hole ached to be full him and your womb yearned to be filled with his seed. 

All you could imagine was Satoru above you, having your knees pressed into the meanest mating press while thrusting into you. Picturing the look of pure lust on his face as he whispered the most deplorable things into your ear. How he'd have you begging for his cum, begging to be bred. 

Your whole body shook from pleasure as you came to the thought if Naoya's teeth sinking into your shoulder when finally spilling his cum into you...

Wait... Naoya???