betrothed.

by Dechimo

Summary:

Something warm spreads over his chest. “My little sister…”

The moment where you were officially announced as Satoru Gojo’s betrothed: his soon-to-be bride.
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update: wedding night.

Notes:

this is going to be an explicit satoru x little sister fic !
he is 11 years older than reader in this one!!!

(❁´◡`❁)please read the tags carefully and enjoy!

Chapter 1: little sister.

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Satoru Gojo was eleven years old when the elders of the clan sat him down, kneeling before a group of sagging old men and women. 

“Today… You will be meeting your betrothed...” One of them speaks up, ancient and hard-gazed as he looks towards the white-haired boy. 

These geezers couldn’t wait to ship him off; get him producing heirs for the clan as the next in line Gojo clan head. 

Satoru does little to hide his scoff as his hands clenched tightly on his lap, his knuckles going white. He feels anger simmering deep within his belly, short of a tantrum bubbling within him as his upper lip twitched into a pouting scowl. 

Which of the other clans had crawled their pathetic way to the elder’s feet for this arrangement? Or even worse, was his cousin, Mei Mei, finally persuaded to step into the role of a wife? He shudders at the thought of it. 

He shakes his head as he narrows his eyes. He knows he’s both too young and old enough to be pushed into this position. 

“I’m not doing it, you old-” Satoru starts, raising to his knees to stand up, but his father places a firm hand on his shoulder. He settles only after he meets the man’s cold glare.

“You will sit and wait for her.” The older Gojo commands. 

His face scrunched with growing rage. His eyes narrowed, not caring for petty commands.

They shouldn’t dare treat him like this, praised and spoiled since the day of his birth for being the first to be born with both Limitless and the Six Eyes in over four hundred years. Now he was expected to sit silent and listen like a powerless child? 

He opens his mouth, and the words he wanted to inflict on the tip of his tongue. But they are interrupted by the doors to the large room opening behind him. 

Satoru turns his head, and he sees servants bustling in by the entrance. He pays little attention to his father standing and walking over to them. They all bow their head as they part a path for him to meet his target.

The white-haired boy can see his mother’s face as she smiles to her husband. Her body shrouded by the larger figure of his father, but he can obviously see her exhaustion over he features. She should be resting, not standing here for the elders to scold. She had been hidden away for three days, where only his father could visit, as Satoru was ushered to the other side of the estate by servants.

“My love…” 

“Dear…” 

Satoru stands as he hears his parents’ whisperingly soft and curt, affectionate words for each other. His curiosity gets the better of him when his mother finally looks over to him, stepping forward slowly across the bamboo flooring. Her once pregnant belly has gone down to a mildly rounded shape. Her signature white and blue kimono fits her better now, wound tightly and perfectly. 

His parents walk closer to him, and the elders whisper amongst themselves, but he does not care for whatever insults or praises they curse. 

His bright blue eyes flicker between their warm faces until his eyes drift to what his mother holds: a white, lucious blanket cradled to her chest. He was not daft to his mother’s pregnancy, the silent secrecy that covered the whole estate for the last nine months was louder than any gossip the servants spoke in the kitchens and hallways. 

He had only touched her round belly once to feel his unborn sibling kick before he was ushered away by his father. 

She comes closer and, with a bit of assistance, she kneels on a pillow, and the boy falls into kneeling in front of her. 

His mother’s voice is soft and warm. “I want to introduce you to someone…” She smiles kindly, her eyes crinkling with such joy that he has never seen before in his childhood. Her usual distant and cold nature had become normalized to him as he had been raised by others. 

She lowers her arms just a few inches, holding the bundle of blankets in one arm, using her other hand to pull the fabric away. 

Before him, a sleeping baby that’s only days old and curled into Satoru’s mother's chest. 

“This is my…” Satoru whispers in awe; was this his little brother or little sister? A sparkling of joy heats his cheeks in astonishment at how small the baby was. 

He looks back at his mother’s face as a strange grin begins to split her face. His white brows furrowed deeply in confusion; his eyes drifted to his father’s face, a sickening smile on the man’s lips. 

His mother whispers gleefully. “Your little sister, Satoru!” 

His father speaks immediately after her. “Your betrothed…” 

Something warm spreads over Satoru’s chest as he slowly nods. “My little sister… My betrothed…” 

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“What the hell are you grinning at, Satoru?” 

The sixteen-year-old looks over his shoulder with that very same grin on his lips. Satoru sees Suguru come into the empty classroom with relaxed shoulders, a calm Shoko right in tow behind him. He raised his brows happily as he flipped open his phone quickly, showing his two friends his new wallpaper as it lit up. 

They both lean in closer to look into the small screen of the flip-phone. 

A picture of you, his little sister, standing in a baby blue puffy dress, as you grinned a toothy and, at the same time, a toothless grin with happy closed eyes for whoever was taking your photo. Flowers surround you from the garden back home, the sun shining over the top of your head. 

“Ain’t she the cutest?” Satoru’s grin doesn’t falter one bit as his friends sigh over what they fell for curiously. 

“Damn sis-con…” Shoko chuckles, standing up straight with her hands on her hips. 

Suguru shakes his head, pulling back. “That looks exactly like the one you showed us a few days ago…” 

"You two can't appreciate something cute, even if it hits you in the face!" Satoru’s lips pulled down until he was pouting, rocking his desk chair back dangerously as he stared at the phone screen. 

You were just the cutest little girl; he couldn’t help it if every photo that was secretly sent his way by your nanny was just perfect. He didn't care if his friends became annoyed with his repetitive insistence of your presence in his life. 

His parents solemnly allowed any contact while he attended Jujutsu tech, scolding him to focus and hone in on his skills while he studied. 

He didn’t need their permission to see his little sister if he so wanted to. 

He made up his mind as their teacher came into the classroom, clapping his hands to gain the attention of the three students. Satoru barely heard anything that was explained that morning. 

He tapped his folded phone against his chin in thought, if Yaga didn’t send them on a last-minute mission this weekend… 

He was going home for a couple of days to see you. Probably get a few pictures of the two of you together for his album.

Open his arms for you to run into: his cute, little betrothed. 

 

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You have always known what your titles were. You knew them more than you knew your own first name sometimes.  

• A member of the Gojo clan. 
• Your parents’ first and only daughter. 
• Satoru Gojo’s betrothed... 

You were twelve years old today, and the announcement was going to be made to the other clans. Whispers and rumors had been heard for years, since the day you could consciously remember listening in on servants whispering a bit too loudly. 

These types of ties were no abstract concept, especially amongst the three big families. 

Your parents were cousins once removed. 

Your grandparents had been uncle and grand-niece. 

Your teachers had often explained the blessing it was for two children of the opposite sex to be born from the same parents. Believed it was the inherited cursed techniques that would more likely be passed down to offspring. 

Satoru’s techniques were extremely highly coveted. Many were waiting for the chance to jump onto the young Gojo Heir… Or so you had heard the maids giggle about as they passed your rooms. 

The pressure was on you even at such a young age. 

Your lips purse as you're reminded of that tonight again. 

Your chest aches with worry. 

Your lifelong nanny stands behind you as you sit at the small vanity in your large room, tending to your hair to braid and tie up into a hairdo that had already been approved by your mother. You don’t wince when she tugs a loose strand or two. You sit up with a posture that’s been beaten into you, and your hands are folded politely in your lap. 

Tonight, you will be pulled into a tight white and blue kimono to match your mother's as all the elders and families gather. 

You hadn’t seen your older brother in months, and you could internally admit that you were feeling a tad insecure. 

Your chest had begun to blossom as some of the female staff commented. You had sprouted a couple of inches in a sudden growth spurt over the spring, no longer fitting into many of your cutely fashioned clothing. 

Would Satoru still call you his cute little sister if you were starting to grow into your body? 

“Don’t let your mother see you making that face…” Your nanny whispers a warning, and you look at yourself in the mirror of your vanity. Furrowed brows. A small frown on your glossy lips. Downcast, saddened eyes. 

You blink slowly a few times and control your face; it’s second nature to hold a neutral face around here. You did not have the freedom of attitude that Satoru did, which he so often boasted about with insults towards the elders.  

Not yet at least…

The family will gather first, greet each other in private, and then enter the hall with the others together. You’re ushered into a small room adjacent to the grand hall, where most of the others are already. You kneel on a small pillow beside your father, and it prickles your skin how silent they can be when around you. 

The last member of your immediate family entered the room and shut the door loudly behind himself. 

Your palms suddenly feel sweaty and moist as your eyes widen at the handsome sight before you. He stands taller than most of the men in the other room, already twenty-three years old. You swallow down the knot in your throat as you slowly stand from your kneeling position. 

Satoru bows his head only enough for your mother to kiss him on his cheek, a warning hand on his bicep that lingers longer than it should. Your father doesn’t stand to greet his son. 

So, it was your turn. 

When you approach closer, you have to look up at him, and your eyes flicker to search over his features. 

His bright sky-blue eyes are on display tonight, lacking his usual branded sunglasses or bandages. His white hair could be tidier, wind-blown into messy perfection. He’s severely dressed down for the occasion, but it suits him much more than the traditional clothing. 

There's a way his lip quirks up into a small smile as you stand in front of him. He doesn’t look disappointed or disgusted as he gives you a once-over. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you can see your father’s disapproving glare. 

You bow your head, closing your eyes for a few moments in respect to the white-haired man in front of you. “It is a pleasure to see you again, older brother…” When you raise your head, he’s not looking at you anymore; he’s frowning at your parents. 

“What's this?” Satoru says behind gritted teeth, and neither answers him, already expecting his immediate disrespect. 

Of course, your stomach tightens horribly as worry gnaws at your whole being. 

Was he not pleased with you? Had you said something wrong? 

“I’ve already told you to stop making her spout that bullshit…” He hisses at them. 

You can hear your father’s displeased grunt and your mother’s annoyed sigh. They were no longer the semi-loving parents who raised you from a distance in your youngest years. Much less towards Satoru.

You do your best to be still when your father stands, walking past the two of you and towards the entrance of the room. Your mother follows closely behind him without a word. 

“Be out in five minutes.” And a slamming exit of the door finally makes you flinch. 

Your older brother sighs, his hands on his hips.

“Older brother…” He repeated in a hushed tone. He’s shaking his head, but he glances at you with that same, familiar smile. “I miss the good ole’ ‘Toru-nii! Toru-nii!’ days…” He comments, his tone much lighter and borderline teasing as he mimics your girly voice. 

You feel your ears heat with warmth. 

A small, embarrassed smile on your lips. Your mouth moves in an awkward way, trying your best to repeat the title he seemed to want to hear. “I… I can’t do it…” You shake your head with a breathy laugh, your hand raising to cover your smile. 

You were a bit surprised when his larger hand reached out, taking hold of your smaller one. He pulls it away from your face and tilts his head. 

“So, when are you going to greet me our way?” Satoru asks, and you can almost compare his sky-blue eyes to those of a puppy dog. 

You nod sheepishly and step in closer to him, a small, warming blush creeping up on your cheeks. It’s a little easier now with your new grown height. You only have to stand on your tippy toes, and he only bows his head down. 

You press your glossy lips to his cheek in a little, sweet-as-honey kiss, and it’s less than a moment before you’re pulling away; eyes glancing at anything but him as you smile to yourself. 

“Ah, ah, ah…” He scolds lightly. 

You glance back up at him with curiosity to see him tapping his lips with his pointer finger. 

You nod and swallow down the knot that’s forming in your throat. You step up onto your toes again, and this time you have to tilt your head to avoid bumping your nose against his. 

A moment later… Your lips meet his, and you allow yourself a spare second of spoiling to linger for a moment before pulling away. Your feet plant back to the floor, your eyes gazing up at him as your entire face feels flushed. 

Kissing him was starting to feel a little different now that you were getting older. 

You felt hot all over; from your face down to your toes and centered at your middle. 

“Oh! You are just the cutest!” 

You gasp loudly as you’re pulled into one of his tight hugs. 

One of his arms around your shoulders, the other wrapped around your back, and if you were hot before, this was scorching. 

You feel his lips meet the top of your head multiple times, and you squeal. The once hardened mood feels much lighter off your shoulders. Your hands meet his broad chest, pushing on him as you did with the strength you had. 

“You’re going to mess up my hair, Satoru-nii!” You whined out. 

A deep chuckle reverberated beneath your hands. “Come ooooon! You don’t even like it like this.” 

“I sat a very long time to get it to look this nice!” You retaliate right back. 

Satoru grins as he looks down at you. His hand raises, finger tips dancing across the pearled and jeweled decorative hairpin on the back of your head. Your eyes widen, and you try to squirm away from him. 

“So… If I pull this out and mess up your hair-do…” He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. You almost feel cross-eyed from how close he was to you now. He could certainly feel the heat radiating off your cherub face. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” 

“I… I…” You stammered repeatedly as he took hold of the pin. It would feel so good for your hair to be let down, but your mother would be absolutely cross with you. But placating Satoru was higher on your list. You bite your lip to restrain a grin, and you shrug after a moment. Your voice was small and hushed as you spoke only between the two of you. “I won’t do anything…” 

“Good girl…” Your older brother whispered as he tugged on the hairpin, letting your hair fall loose. You were in for hell later for allowing him to tamper with your hairdo. 

“We have to go out there soon…” You comment, and he groans in annoyance. But you slip your small hand into his larger one, not caring how sweaty your palms are. He walks out with you into the grand hall, where hundreds of eyes stare at the two of you. 

That night, even with bruises and cuts throbbing across the inside of your hands from your mother’s angry lashes, could not deter the memory replaying in your head. 

The moment where you were officially announced as Satoru Gojo’s betrothed: his soon-to-be bride.

 

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Chapter 2: tough.

Notes:

a little something something from satoru's povs :3
(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) some more fun to be had.

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Satoru only visited the estate in secret; he needed to avoid his aging parents and even more the annoying elders who ground his gears every time they were in the same room as him.  

So, there he was, sitting on your comfortable bed as you returned to your bedroom after a long day of educational schooling. 

“Oh!” You quip up as your eyes meet his covered ones, and you rush to lock the door. Quickly dropping your bag beside you, a squeal off your lips. 

“Is everything alright?” One of the servants’ muffled voice sounds through the door. He watches you jump in your skin as you make sure you have turned the lock on the door.

“Y-Yes!” You try your best to hide your excitement, and Satoru grins at you. “Just tripped over something!” 

The sound of footsteps fades away, and Satoru prepares himself for a fifteen-year-old girl launching into his arms. 

“Satoru-nii!” You gasped happily, hugging him around his shoulders tightly. Even as he sat down on your bed, he was the perfect height to hug. “I’ve missed you!” 

Without instruction, you pull back from your tight hug, and you press your soft lips to his in a quick, chaste kiss. He doesn’t even get the chance to savor it when you’re already pulling away. 

There’s a glow to your skin as you look around him, searching for an obvious gift. “Did you bring me anything?” 

“Whaaat? Why would I bring anything?” Satoru asks, feigning being clueless as he tilted his head to the side with his finger tapping his chin. 

There's a cute pout that plays your lips and puffs your cheeks. No longer the shy prepubescent girl, but now a more confident teenager who you had become his very eyes. 

“You said you would…” You mumble, and he can’t tease you much longer; reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small jewelry bag. 

“A charm for your favorite bracelet.” He explains when your curious eyes flicker back and forth between him and the little bag.

Your eyes shine as you open it, examining the new little charm. “I love it…” You lean in, kissing his cheek in appreciation. “Thank you.” 

You stand back and walk over to your vanity, where most of your jewelry was. You turn your back to him, and Satoru takes a moment to admire your figure. 

You were growing quite nicely to his tastes. His eyes dragged over the shape of your body. From your shoulders, down your back and waist, over the curve of your ass, and when he goes to admire your legs, he stops: now just wait a damn minute. 

Satoru narrows his eyes behind his rounded sunglasses. “Isn’t that skirt a little too short?” He says as he stands. He reaches you in a few strides, his hand reaching down, and he tugs down on the end of the skirt. 

“Satoru-nii!” You gasp, spinning around and holding your hands behind yourself as you’re pushing in the thick fabric of your school uniform’s skirt. “It’s a normal length.” You huffed. 

He shook his head. “So if I go ask, your nanny won’t tell me about the school’s complaints?” 

You stiffen and your eyes drift to the side. “She’s not my nanny… and I’m not a kid anymore y’know...” 

“Oh?” He wanted to see where this was going. 

“Yeah!” You swallowed and looked at him with a determined fire blazing in your eyes. He raised a brow at this new version of yourself.  “I’m a young woman, a-and I can have my skirt a little short!” 

In reality, it was true. 

You were aging out of that little girl who used to run to him with wide eyes in little puffy dresses. You were starting to become an attractive teenage girl who could capture the attention of just about anyone. 

Still… 

He appreciated it a whole lot when you attended an all-girls elementary school that only sported long skirts. Now, in a private middle school, a co-ed private school at that, with boys and girls alike from all walks of life. A prick of jealousy tickles his chest at the thought of some teenager ogling your legs because you want to wear a little version of your school’s frilly skirt. 

He clears his throat, pushing back the imaginative vision. 

Because now, you were in your last year of private school. Next year, you would attend Jujutsu Tech, and he would be damned if you were going to be flaunting yourself in a mini-skirt such as this one. 

Satoru stepped toward you to close the distance. 

Your socked feet mingling with his from how close he was, and you leaned back against your vanity to put some space between the two of you. He took off his sunglasses, hooking them in the collar of his shirt. His sharp eyes are boring into yours now. His right hand was placed on the vanity, trapping you against it. His left hand reaches down, caressing your bare thigh, and he can feel you jolt beneath his fingertips. He glides his touch up until his fingers graze just beneath the edge of your short frilly skirt. 

“Even young women can show…” His hand remained there, his fingers feeling the smoothness of your outer thigh, the softness that gave way to his hardening grip. “A little too much leg…” 

“Satoru-nii…” Your voice is all but a whimper. Your lashes fluttered as you do your best to kept his gaze. 

He cranes his neck, bringing his mouth to your ear. “You understand, right?” 

“Yes… I’m sorry…” You whispered in breathy huffs as you nodded. 

Gooseflesh rises beneath his lips when he presses a kiss beneath your ear, letting him get a taste of your warm neck. A small breathy sigh echoes from your throat in surprise. He lifts his hand off your thigh, raising it to your waist to rest there for a few moments before he speaks again. 

“Good girl…” He praises you, but it’s short lived. “Now go change into something else.” Satoru’s voice is low and serious, leaving you against the vanity as he turns to go sit down on your bed. 

He watches you stay stunned for a few moments, looking down at your feet with a flushed face, before you move; going over to your closet to quickly grab something and rushing into your bathroom suite. 

He sighed softly to himself. 

Damn, you looked good in a little skirt…

 

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At twenty-seven years old, Satoru had considered himself a man of little worries. His students were doing amazingly, he remained the strongest, and he had officially  become head of the Gojo Clan with the mysterious passing of his parents. 

There was just one itty bitty issue that came with his new title. The only thing the elders squabbled about when he had the misfortune of being in the same room as them. 

Heirs . 

Making them was the easy part, he thinks as he chuckles to himself. Maybe a little creepy as he sat in the empty room by himself. 

The hard part was still sixteen years old, just a couple years shy of becoming a full fledged adult. And of course, the merits of his youth come back to bite him in the ass in the form of his little sister. 

He was quick to learn… 

Patience was not a Gojo’s best quality. 

Satoru sighed to himself. He sits by the window in a soft chair, enjoying the autumn breeze that came in the evening as the sun began to set and his blindfold is folded neatly on the table beside himself. He taps a finger against his temple in thought. 

“Satoru-nii!” 

He hears the call before the door is opened with a smack against the door frame, he doesn’t have to look up to know you stand there in your pristine school uniform. A uniformed cropped jacket with a high waisted pair of black pants. A jujutsu tech student in your first year, eyes sparkling in joy as you find your target. 

You slide the door shut with more calmness. 

“There you are!” You happily said as you made a beeline to close the short distance of the padded room to get to him. 

His glowing blue eyes glance at you, a little over ten years younger than himself. You have all the qualities of a spoiled teenager, as you should be—being the destined fiancée of Satoru Gojo. 

Born to his bride. 

“It’s Sensei while we are on campus.” He scolds lightly and you huff out an unamused chuckle. 

You stand between his spread legs as you look down at him, a little smile quirking your glossy lips. 

You lean down, tilting your head to the side as you pressed a sweet kiss to your older brother’s lips, lingering for a moment as he smiled against your mouth. Your gentle hand caressing his jaw, your thumb rubbing over his cheek. 

It’s nothing strange for the two of you now after years of practicing this, the special kinship the two of you shared was much like your cousins—Mei Mei and Ui Ui. 

“Okay, Sensei.” You give into him and you lean in again, rubbing your cheek with his. The softness of your flesh is rather warm against his, his infinity solemnly turned off but when you touched him, it was never on. Because you are in the safest place you could be—right in Satoru’s arms. 

His hand on your lower back as you hugged him around his broad shoulders, leaning into him. 

After a few minutes of cuddling into him, letting your now ample chest press into his. Not so discreetly smelling his cologne; drawing forth as much of his attention as you could.  

You sound out a whine as you began to complain. 

“I had such a loooong day… Training with these third years is so boring sometimes!” You let out an exasperated sigh as you slouched against him. 

“Aren’t you rather arrogant?” Satoru comments and he smiles when yours drops into a frown. “It’s a privilege to be able to train and learn here.” 

You push against his shoulders, your brow raised as a playful grin pulled on his lips. 

“You’re teasing me…” You huff. 

He chuckles and tilts his head, faux shock in his voice as he speaks. “I would never!” 

You reach out, grabbing his grinning cheeks and pulling on them as far as they could stretch to make him pay for his words. 

You huff and stand up straight, turning your nose up as you crossed your arms over your chest. But your little anger is quickly dissolved when he laughs. 

A smile returning to your lips. 

“Satoru-nii…” 

The sunset casts an orange glow over your features and he’s mesmerized by looking at you. Albeit a bit distracted from what you’re saying as he took in the cherub shape of your face, how your lashes framed your pretty eyes down to your glossy lips. 

“Hmm?” He hums. 

“Do you think that… Mei Mei is sexy?” 

If Satoru had been drinking something, he might have spit it out or even choked on it from the incredible surprise at the sudden questioning. 

He stays silent for a moment, unsure how to proceed. He composed himself and his voice doesn’t waver. “What?” 

You stand back, your hands raising as you begin your motions. 

“Y’know… Her body is so…” Your hands start at the top, waving them down in a figure of an hourglass. His eyes follow the shape you make. “And my body is so…” 

Satoru swallows the ball of anticipation in his throat and his eyes intensely watch as you take your hands, pressing them over your chest. Pressing down over the fabric over your breasts, sliding your fingers down to your sides and the small of your waist until it flared out over your hips. 

“So… This!” You exclaim dramatically. 

Why were you suddenly comparing yourself to your older cousin? Had someone mentioned something to you? 

Or worse, the old theory had resurfaced that Mei Mei would have become his betrothed before you had been born. He could still shudder at the thought to this day. 

Maybe it was because he had never been a teenage girl with insecurities, but he wasn’t understanding this conversation: Didn’t you already know that he only had eyes for you?

He grabs your hand that remained on your hips, pulling you into him almost roughly until you’re stumbling forward. A knee raising to catch yourself on the seat of the chair between his thighs. Your face was so close to his as he looked at you, his eyes then trailing down to your lips. 

“Don’t tell me… You’re actually jealous?” He asks and he watches you become flushed over a matter of seconds. Your skin glowing with embarrassment of being caught. “Ooh, so, that’s what this is about.” He mused, finding another sore spot to tease you. 

“No! That’s! It’s not…” You try your best to sound unaffected, but he can hear your voice wobble and your eyes glance away from him. You can only look away so much from being this close to him.

Satoru could easily continue to tease you, tell you that the older woman was sexier, rile you up until you began to punch him against his chest to make him stop. 

But he decided against it, for now. 

His other hand reaches for your face, grabbing your chin and squeezing your cheeks until your lips pouted out. Your brows furrowed in both annoyance and confusion. 

His grasp loosens carefully, his hands running a journey down to your neck. 

His large palm covers the column of your throat with ease, simply holding you in place as his fingers pressed in just below your jawline. He can feel your pulse in his touch, beating faster and faster. 

Your life in his hand felt exhilarating. 

“The only one who has my attention is my cute, little sister…” He whispered just loud enough for you to melt into him. 

A small wobbly smile on your lips. 

“Oh…” You whisper in return. 

“What?” Satoru asks in a little bit of pretending.  confusion. “Need more convincing?” He raises a brow because right now, he hoped you would tell him yes. 

There’s a moment where your eyes search his, maybe all these years of teasing had made you a little skeptical of him. 

After a few seconds of contemplating, there is a slow nod of your head. 

You yelp when he brings you even closer suddenly and his lips pressing to yours. 

You quickly adjust and lean into him, tilting your head and your lips part when he licks over your glossy bottom lip. Your mouth is hot and small, opening enough to allow his tongue in. You do your damned best to keep up with him but he overpowers you a million to one times. 

Instead, you sound as sweet as you do. 

Huffing through your nose to avoid separating from him, letting him lick over your tongue as they curled together in your mouth. Soft, pretty moans every chance you get the chance to breathe. 

He can tell you’re drooling as you let him kiss you passionately; more than he’s done in a long while. 

He can’t pull away when you taste so sweet. 

Making out sounded so lame at his age but when you clung to his jacket, your hands spreading over his chest up to his shoulders—your fingertips caressing the back of his neck. You’re all but sitting in his lap in an attempt to be closer to him as you pressed into him. 

Maybe it wasn’t so bad. 

Satoru opens his bright eyes, pulling away only for you to chase him for another kiss. He smirks at your eagerness, his thumb wiping the drool off your chin. He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth and you whine softly, trying to turn your head to catch his lips again. 

He does it again to rile you up and you huff in annoyance.

“Satoru-nii…” You coo his name so nicely as you lick your pouty lips. 

Chaste, short, little kisses? Those were normal; even expected whenever the two of you greeted each other in privacy. 

But this? It was saved only for special occasions. 

• Yearly birthdays… 
• Gaudy ceremonies… 
• Parental funerals… 

He needed to treat and spoil you more often it seemed. 

He feels his slacks tight, he knows he’s half-hard at the feeling of your weight against him. The chair holding strong beneath the weight of you two. 

His head feels just a little fuzzy, bubbling with endorphins, as he allows you to kiss him again, allowing you to slip your little tongue into his mouth and immaturely try to mimic his actions sloppily. 

He wonders, with just the smallest bit of curiosity, if he were to slip his hand down the front of your pants. Would you be just as affected as him or even worse? Maybe you’d let him play with you, kiss your neck as he slipped his fingers into your heat. 

You moan against his mouth so pretty, his hands drag down your sides to hold you by your waist. Your body is so pliant beneath his grasp, so easy for him to grab and move around. 

When you pull away, you're breathing heavily as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand in such unladylike behavior. You look flustered with kiss-swollen lips, your eyes glassy as your own head must be in the clouds. 

“Satoru-nii… More…” You keened, kissing his chin and jaw with an open mouth as you try to control your panting.  

He twitches in his pants. 

You’re too naive to know exactly what more you were asking of him in such a little, whiny voice. 

How would you sound for him when he finally took your virginity? 

Who more worthy than your older brother to give you the gift of your first cock? 

There’s a moment of clarity when your knee presses forward and you are only an inch from your target when his hand reaches down. His hand in your clothed thigh, stopping any further movements. 

“Please… I want to…” You murmur. 

You’ll be the death of him, he swears. He swallows down the need to give you everything you have or will ask for in this life. The illicit craving to spoil you is hard to fight but he does. 

You plant your feet on the floor to step back, he stands and he hopes to control himself in front of you. He stands and pets the top of your head, you look like you want to cry as he rejects your wanton advances. He let you get a little too carried away it seemed. 

He gazes down at you. “Be my good girl and listen to your older brother now.” He says calmly—his voice a lot controlled than what was stirring inside of him. 

After a moment, your cheeks puffed as you pouted in defeat. 

The sun had completely set and the darkness was creeping into the room. 

“Come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm.” He tells you, knowing he needs to get away from you. If he stayed with you alone much longer, he was going to make arousal-induced decisions. 

Your eyes glare up at him. “I don’t need you to walk me.” 

He frowns at your defiance. You smack his hand away, stomping away from him; leaving him stunned and speechless. 

You open the door with a new fury, cheeks flushed and eyes teary. 

“Stupid Satoru!” 

The idiot left alone in the room sighs as he runs a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his forehead. Teenage girls sure were tough to handle…

 

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Chapter 3: rumor.

Notes:

a little jealousy a little teasing heheh
a little more build up :3 !!!!!!!!!

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You had heard a rather scandalous rumor; whispered across the halls of Jujutsu Tech... 

Satoru Gojo only wears his designer sunglasses when he goes out on dates with women. His usual blindfold was safely tucked away in one of his pockets. 

“There’s no way…” You begin, but you falter, placing a hand over your lips as you began to think about it. 

This very morning, your older brother left the shared living space dressed down to an expensive button-up shirt. His hair down as he propped his black, rounded glasses on his nose. When he kissed your cheek goodbye, you could smell the handsome scent of an expensive cologne that he saved for special occasions. 

The rumor was starting to settle as truth in your stomach. 

“It’s just a rumor.” You furrowed your brows as you pouted at your friend. 

Maki shrugged her shoulders, raising her hands in surrender. “Rumors have some element of truth, y’know.” 

“But… He said he was going on a mission…” You defend.

“Well, wouldn't he have been back by now?” She grins widely, leaning into you as you frowned at her words. 

You hum in thought, looking up at the sky. The afternoon sun was already low as the five of you rewarded yourselves with an after-training cooldown. 

“Stop teasing her, Maki,” Panda interjected, patting your head a little too roughly. His attempted comforts do nothing for the storm starting to rage within. “Come on, now, don’t be jealous.” 

“I’m not jealous!” You hissed. You look to your other side at the soft voice. 

“Why would you get jealous?” Yuuta asks, confusion written on his face. “Isn’t it just a rumor?” 

Maki sighed as she shook her head. “You don’t really know, do you?” 

“Know what?” Yuuta tilted his head, blinking curious eyes at you. 

Panda leans in, holding his hand up as he whispers in the black-haired boy’s ear. 

You watched his reaction in real time. His eyes slowly widened as he stared at you. His mouth parted open, and his lips began to tremble as his entire face became a bright pink tone. He turns quickly to look at Maki, who nods at him, and when he turns back to you, you give him a shy smile. 

“Oh…” He mutters lowly; his blush reaching his ears. “So… Everyone knows?” 

“Yup.” 

“Salmon.” 

“Duh.” 

“Everyone who should know, knows…” You nodded, a small blush rising on your own cheeks as you happily get to say: “But yes, Sensei is my fiancé…” 

You had never seen someone become so flustered before after your declaration of betrothal. Completely frozen in place as if lightning had struck him. Inumaki pokes him repeatedly on the cheek to get a different reaction out of him. 

Before you can get another word out, the sound of hands clapping comes from behind you. 

“What’s going on here, first-years? Training hard or hardly training?!” Satoru grins as he points at all of you. His uniformed jacket on; his blindfold covering his eyes. 

“Ugh, this guy…” Maki groans as she stands up, packing the cursed tools that she had used for training that afternoon. The others rose, ignoring him as they prepared for their nightly routines. 

Your excitement matches the same amount of energy as her annoyance. Jumping to your feet and making a beeline for the white-haired man in front of you. You circle around him, looking him up and down as if evidence will present itself in some obvious form. When you find nothing out of the ordinary, you stand in front of him. 

He tilts his head down at you. “Aren’t you full of energy today?” 

“Just… Making sure you aren’t hurt?” You lie through your teeth, and he huffs a chuckle. 

“Me? Hurt? At least make up a better excuse.” He scolds as the two of you begin to walk back towards the living quarters. 

When he drops you off in your room, you smile shyly at him; raising a hand and tapping your finger against your bottom lip. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You questioned softly, wanting to act as flirtatiously as he did sometimes. 

“Am I now? What could it be?” He leaned against the doorframe of your room; looking at you with a tease playing on his lips. “Why don’t you remind me?” 

You sputtered slightly, trying to gather your wits. You had made up your mind since the rumor had reached your ears. 

Don’t be shy! Be sexy! Lure him in! Say anything to make him stay a little longer!

“M-Maybe Maki or Yuuta would want to come over… They wouldn’t forget…” You do your best to tease but it backfires when Satoru towers over you, your heartbeat lurching into a high pulse as you tilted your head up to look at him. Unable to connect with his gaze through his blindfold. “Sator-” 

His head reaches up quickly, grasping the bottom of your face; your chin in his palm, his long fingers pressing your sweet cheeks together. He’s never been this rough with you before.

“Oh? Having some visitors when I’m away?” His voice has lost all playfulness, now serious and low between the two of you.

You can barely speak as his grip tightens but you shake your head the best you could. Your eyes speak louder volumes as you stumble backwards into your room, his long strides make your legs and feet shuffle to keep up with him. Until the back of your knees touch against the edge of your bed. Your hands feel like they tremble when you fist them at your sides. 

“Why am I finding it hard to believe you, hm?” He questions. 

“Mm.. Sa-Sa…” You're unable to speak. You want to pull away but you’re hypnotized. You should cry and slap him for touching you like this. Scream at him for being too rough with you, but you can’t. 

A dangerous whisper. “Is my little sister still as pure as I believe?” 

You quickly nod, forcing yourself in his grip, heat forming in your cheeks. You would never, you wouldn’t even think about someone, anyone, take that from you that wasn’t Satoru. You don’t believe you were truly scared, not when your thighs pressed together; when heat bubbled deep within your belly. 

Your hands come up, grasping his wrist but you're powerless as his grip stays firm. 

His hand finally moves, sliding down your throat and holding you standing. 

“It wasn’t true, please, I’m sorry…” You quickly apologized in rushed, soft-spoken words. 

He seems to soften just a bit, a sigh coming from him. “Kids shouldn’t try to prank adults, y’know.” 

He leans over, bringing his lips to your trembling ones. It’s a short kiss and still; it feels like a brutal punishment, almost like a slap in the face. 

“Behave… Or next time I won’t be so forgiving.” Your older brother tells you, and you nod at him, understanding the situation; you're no fool to seriousness. 

He exits the room, and when he closes the door with a wall-trembling slam, your weak legs give, and you sit on your bed with a heavy plop. 

You bring your hands up to rub your sore cheeks. You feel dizzy and dazed, even if nothing inherently sexy had truly happened. 

You fell back onto the pillows, hugging one to your chest as you gleefully giggled. The warmth of his touch lingered on the skin he had touched.

Riling Satoru up… Felt good… 

If he got this bothered… There’s no way he would go on dates with other women… 

 

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Satoru sat on your bed, his legs crossed in front of him as you showed off the clothes you had bought yourself on his money, your money by extension. It was a second pleasure to have you spoil yourself like this, as much as he liked buying you things. The excitement when you wanted to show off all the goodies was just as good for him. 

You had a dressing screen set up in one of the corners of your room, hiding your figure as you dressed and undressed repeatedly. 

From shirts to pants to dresses. 

He was getting a full-on fashion show in real time. 

“Okay, okay! This one is the cutest!” You exclaim from behind the screen, and he hums loud enough for you to hear his curiosity. 

You come out in a baby blue dress, decorated in white frill and lace. And the first thing that catches his attention is how your legs crossed each other as you overly femininely walked towards the center of the room for dramatics. The skirt of the dress reached your upper thighs, covering only your bits and pieces. 

“I’m going with Mei Mei undercover next week and-”

He stopped listening. Immediately no. You wouldn’t dare that baby doll dress outside of these four walls. If he thought this was too sexy, what would others who looked at you think? 

He shakes his head, uncrossing his legs to spread them open, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward. 

“That’s too damn shor-” Satoru’s hard words catch in his throat as you grin, spinning in a circle to show off the entire outfit. 

The frilly edge of the skirt rises and he gets a full sight. Blue and white striped panties suddenly shown just for his viewing pleasure. 

It’s almost hilarious how such a tiny piece of fabric could catch so much attention. From what hardly covered your front to what barely covered your ass, cheeky and you were definitely showing it all to him. 

You stopped your turn as you faced him again with a wide grin on your face, patting and smoothing down the front of your skirt innocently. Adjusting your necklace and bracelet to fit comfortably, fixing your hair and tilting your head at him. 

He had a hard, serious face on right now. Stone-faced even. He narrowed his eyes at you as questioned lit up in his brain; were you daft or a tease?

“So, what do you think?” You asked sweetly, happiness all over your features. 

Satoru raised his arms, crossing them into a large X: “Absoultely not!” He rejects loudly. 

You stomped your foot like the brat you had become recently. “Huh! But you looked like you liked it!” You whined out loudly. 

“What would I like? That it’s too short?!” He questions you mocking the very same whiney voice right back at you. 

He’s no stranger to mischievous situations or expressions because he recognizes it immediately in your eyes when they shine from the overhead light. 

“Not even this part?” You reach for the edge of your skirt, raising it quickly and he has to raise his hand before you get the chance to show off; effeicetly blocking the view of your obvious flashing. 

He had seen you in your underwear many times, accidentally more often than not but it felt a little too sexy for his liking when you tried to intentionally get him to look at you in a nude state. 

But Satoru’s curiosity is stronger than his cursed techniques. His fingers part slightly and his eye peaks through; the view of your striped panties comes between the parted digits. His brows twitch as he takes in the sight, appreciating how the panties hug your figure, holding tight to your body. 

He was losing his cool. His cheeks dusting in pink, he knows his ears are warm. 

You gasped at his expression. “Aha! You do like it!” You drop the skirt of your baby blue dress, pointing at him in accusation. You padded over and stood between his spread legs, hands on your hips as you continued looking at him with a raised brow. “It’s just for a mission.”

Satoru shook his head, his hands come up, holding the outside of your thighs beneath his grasp. You were so soft, so pliant for him, so perfect. Your skin giving way for his fingertips to dig into, holding your warmth in his cold hands. 

Even this was enough for him. 

He hangs his head, the frilly edge of the skirt teasing him as he stared at it; knowing that just behind it are the very panties that he wanted to stare at. The very panties he swore he would stuff in your bratty mouth. 

He sighs in exhaustion and looks up to you, his brow and lip twitching in mild annoyance at your little cocky smirk. Many times, he thinks your new attitudes only served to come back and bite him in the ass some days. 

Was he this bad when he was your age? He should apologize…To someone, he thinks. 

He wants to threaten you: Either take off the dress or he was going to take it off you. 

Wait, you might actually like that threat. Knowing how your teenage hormones raged at any chance to get Satoru into your pants, or in this case, under your skirt. 

“I’ll buy you a hundred pretty dresses; If you don’t wear this one.” He bargains and he sighs again just as loud when you shake your head, declining his offer to buy you out. He leans in, resting his cheek against your chest. Your hand comes up, petting the top of his head. He hears and feels the sound of your giggles in both his ears and against his cheek. “What’s it going to take? What’s your price?” He grumbles. 

“Hmm… Anything? Anything I want?” Your voice was sultry against his ears. 

Both of you know exactly what you wanted. 

Satoru chuckles with little amusement as his stomach pools with heat. “Easy now… You’re gonna make your older brother croak.” 

You laugh again, then hum in thought. “Maybe… That bracelet I as showing you the other day…” You sounded so meek suddenly. 

Perfect . Satory thinks. He had already bought it for you, expecting to give it to you after your exams whether you passed or failed. 

“Okay, it’s all yours.” 

“Yay!” You gleefully squeal. You pull away from him with excitement, jumping slightly in place and he turns his head away to avoid seeing the glimpses of your panties. 

“Now will you go change?” Satoru all but begs you, unable to gauge how much longer he could last with you this close in this cute mini dress. You nod at him and step away from him, walking towards the corner of your room. 

“Oh, and Satoru-nii?” You call his attention and when he looks up, his eyes widen considerably to see you already flashing him. This time raising the back of your skirt to give him a cheeky goodbye before disappearing behind the dressing screen. 

He falls back onto your bouncing bed with a grunt, holding both of his hands over the bulging front of his pants. His white hair falling back over your soft, scented sheets as his blue eyes stared at the overhead light.

Satoru Gojo had to will away his boner while you changed into something else. 

Your little fashion show must go on. 

 

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Notes:

nsfw in the next chapter !!
(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Chapter 4: weak.

Notes:

getting a little saucy now!!
aaaah what a sexy journey, please enjoy !!

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You lay on your side in your bed, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks as you cried in silence. A pillow hugged to your center as you curled up tighter. 

You had gotten hurt on a mission earlier in the day; Yuuta had healed what he could of your broken arm and scratched face in the short moments before he exorcised the curse. Shoko had done well to cure the rest of the superficial wounds once you made it to her office—her tired gaze looked to you for moments because she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. Sending you off with a heavy feeling in your chest. 

The guilt and sadness of failing crept over your entire body. The memories of the sudden fear as the curse had disgustingly crept to you while pain radiated through your being. 

You had been too cocky, and it came back to bite you in the ass violently. 

You grab your phone, your thumb swiping over to the only person in your favorites. Your message is sent out in a matter of seconds. 

im in my room
come over
:(
hurry wanna see you
???

You had narrowed your eyes, seeing his responding bubbles appear and disappear; a little game he was playing to see how many messages you could send at once. But you stop. You don’t have to wait long after your quick string of messages, and you hear the knocking on your door. 

Rushing off the bed, you wipe your tear-streaked cheeks free of any strays that had dripped. When you open the entrance to your room, emotion bubbles in your chest again. Your older brother stands there, clad in jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt; his sunglasses perched on his nose. 

Instead of receiving words of comfort, any action that would wane the feelings that stirred within or affections to distract you for the rest of the night. 

“Gah!” You flinch, eyes screwing shut. Satoru flicked your forehead hard enough for it to sting, and when you go to rub the sore spot, he took advantage to flick your ear next. 

“Heard someone rushed in today. Tsk, tsk.” He waved a disapproving finger as he shook his head at you. 

You pouted, and he stepped into your room, looking around like he hadn’t been in here dozens of times. Still, even his presence is not enough to comfort all the sorrows that were troubling you. 

“Satoru-nii…” 

He’s humming in curiosity and looks over his shoulder at you. 

“Am… I weak?” 

You would think a normal older brother would immediately comfort his little sister, reach for her, hug her, or do something of the sort. Instead, you’re left with Satoru, who starts to cackle so loudly that you almost jump out of your skin. 

You’re hurting, and he's laughing like a maniac! 

You rush on over, using both of your hands to shove him, and he stumbled over, but his laughter doesn’t cease. It's loud, boisterous, and in your moments of need, absolutely annoying. 

“Come on, what’s that bullshit?” He calms down to a chuckling level, wiping at his eyes beneath his sunglasses, sounding like a maniac as the giggles still stifled through. “You’re my little sister, there’s no way you’re weak!” Although he found joy in this situation, it didn’t cement the concrete idea he was pushing. He turns around and reaches out, poking you roughly in the forehead, and your brows twitch. “Who’s putting these silly ideas in your head?” 

“No one…” You mumble, shrugging your shoulders. 

A small ping sounds from his pocket, and he reaches for his phone. A small frown on his glossy lips as he read the message quickly. 

“Well, duty calls.” 

You lean into him and hug him around his waist, pressing your cheek against his chest and looking up at him with the best puppy-dog eyes you could muster up. 

“Don’t go… Stay with me…” You sighed, your voice wobbling. 

Satoru looks down at you, petting the top of your head as he hummed in amusement. He takes off his sunglasses, folding with one hand and sliding them into the pocket of his jeans. There’s a moment where he seems to weigh his options, and you wonder how important the message he had received was. But in reality, you don’t care; you just want to spend a little more time with him. 

“You just need some extra attention, right?” 

You nod quickly, keeping him as close as you could with all of your strength. You whined as you rubbed your face into his chest once more, smelling his cologne. Already feeling more at peace with his hands on your back. After a few moments, you looked up at him. 

“Kiss.” You mumble, and his lips quirked. 

“Yes, yes.” Your older brother agreed, and he cranes his neck, pecking your lips once, twice. Short and chaste. “There, double kiss.” 

You huffed immediately. “A real kiss...” 

He gasped, eyes crinkling as he grinned. “That was a real kiss! Greedy!” 

You glare at him until he concedes, he brought his lips to yours again and there’s warmth that spreads. From the tips of your ears to your chest, as your eyes fluttered shut, tilting your head as he began to passionately kiss you. 

His hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place as you parted your lips for him. Daring to make the first move, licking up into him, feeling his smile. 

Satoru could be so frustrating sometimes. You were doing your best with the little experience you had. 

Your arms move, raising up until your hands rest of his biceps—feeling the muscle beneath his long-sleeved shirt. 

You sigh sweetly into his mouth when he licks your tongue hotly, teasing you over and over. You chase after him every time, even when he wins with his height. You’re determined because he stays close enough. 

You press your hips forward, your feet mingling with his and his jeans are rough against your bare legs. 

You swallow down the sudden knot in your throat, a fire rising in your belly as you pull away from him. Tilting your head down to see his hips press into your lower belly. You can absolutely feel it, poking you. 

You were going to get something out of him tonight. One way or another. 

You grab the hand he has on your waist, squeezing the back of it and bringing it up to your face. Kissing the inside of his palm as you kept your eyes on him. Satoru has a confused smile on his face, simply watching you and your next step. Your heart is pounding in your chest, ringing in your ears as you guide his touch lower. His touch isn’t foreign but in all these years, there are places he hasn’t explored yet. 

You watch his eyes dart down to where his hand is placed, over your breast. Perfect to hold in his palm, braless for the night, only the thin fabric of your t-shirt to stop him from feeling your flesh beneath. 

“You said… You would give me more attention.” You feel your breath heavy, feeling bolder than you ever had before. 

Satoru hums, staring as if he’s lost in thought. His hand shifts to the side, cupping your tit in his hand properly—testing and feeling the weight of you in his hold. 

“You’re not ready.” He says after a few moments. Still, he doesn’t move an inch away from you, his attention on your chest. His thumb shifts, brushing over the peaked nipple.  

You hiccup a small sound in surprise. “I’m not a little kid anymore. Stop treating me like one.” 

“It’s what you are, a little kid.” Satoru’s voice thickened with something you don’t recognize. 

He pinches your nipple softly, and your body jolts at the sudden feeling. 

“Am not…” Your breath turns heavy when he does it again, and another reaction easily comes out of you. 

“Just a brat who doesn’t listen. A spoiled girl.” He growls as he leans down, pressing his lips to your neck and you hold him, hands tightening on his shirt as he played with your chest. Rolling your breast’s peak, hard under his touch and you shiver as heat pools between your legs. His teeth nip at your pulse point, licking over the inflicted wound until you’re whimpering softly. 

Tears well in your eyes; stuck between admiring this situation and being greedy, wanting just a little more. Anything more. 

Your thigh shifts forward, pressing between his thighs and his eyes flicker with new emotion. He’s half-hard in his jeans and you know you’re more than affected as well; wetness touches your panties, sticking them to you. 

“Can you handle it?” He asks, dangerously close to you. 

You nod viciously, head bouncing up and down. You don’t even really know what you’re agreeing to. 

His large hand grasps your upper arm, pushing and tossing you until you’re bouncing on your bed with a yelp. You sit up and stare at him with wide doe eyes. 

“Show your older brother what’s his.” 

Your heart pounds as your body freezes, and you’re stunned by his words. Moments pass as you stared up at him, standing just at the edge of your bed. Your fingertips are twitching against the sheets. 

You move in a less-than-elegant flurry, shuffling your t-shirt over your head until your hair becomes frizzy from the suddenness. You lean back far enough to raise your hips to slide your shorts and panties down your legs, kicking them off until you’re left dressed in as little as possible. 

White socks on your feet. A necklace resting on your collarbones. Your favorite bracelet on your wrist with all the charms he’s gifted you. 

Your chest rises and falls, keeping your body still as his eyes rake down your younger body. Trailing from your flushed face, falling over your breasts and tummy until he’s staring at your thighs, hoisted up high enough that you’re hiding your most intimate parts from him. 

The urge to curl in on yourself is heavy, but wanting Satoru to look at you outweighs it. 

“Lie down.” He instructs, and you nod. 

It feels awkward. How were you supposed to lie down? You opted for scooting up against the pillows, leaving space for him to get in beside you as you stared at him with expectation, a small wobbly smile on your lips. 

Maybe your bed is a little too small to fit your tall older brother, but he crawls in beside you, lying along the length of your body. The two of you fit together like a puzzle. His head is by yours as he props it up on an elbow. 

You look at him with wide eyes as his hand takes your chin, bringing your lips to his, kissing you, and this motion feels familiar. Soft kisses where he licked into you. His touch lowers, grazing down your neck and over your sternum and your heart lurches at the feeling of his fingertips touching your breasts again. Sliding over the fatty tissue, pinching your nipple until you're gasping into his lips. 

They don’t linger and continue further, tickling down your abdomen, and you feel like you're trembling by the time his hand spreads over your inner thigh. 

“Please…” You whisper against his mouth, and he’s so close to where you want him. 

Satoru chuckles brathlessly, “Please what?” 

You grit your teeth, and annoyance prickles you. Why couldn’t anything just be easy with him? Instead of trusting your words, your smaller hand reached down, grabbing his wrist to guide him where you want, his touch coming to press over your pussy. 

“H-Here…” You hiccup. 

You hear him swallow, and his fingers explore, spreading your lips and the pads of his fingers ghost over the swollen area of your arousal. Your clit throbs beneath his first touch and you’re hardly surprised how much you were loving it. You were and always will be weak to your older brother; all his teasing, all his affections. You daydreamed about this moment; you yearned often of it. 

You sigh sweetly when he rubs little circles into your clit. His touch feels strange, as if he’s testing the waters and gauging your reactions. 

He rubbed too high and you're rising your hips to bring him closer to where you want him and he catches on quickly, knowing where exactly to get you squirming.

You sigh softly as his fingers rub lower, gathering wetness on the pads of them. Your head tilts towards him, and it’s strange. Everything he touches makes sparks fly. The anticipation was eating away at you. 

He slips his middle finger into you slowly, and your eyes flutter shut. 

“Relax…” Satoru instructs, and you force your body to do so, taking deep breaths, and there’s a moment of stillness. 

“Mmm…” You groan softly, feeling him curl his finger into you, massaging your insides, and he doesn’t move too fast or too slow. Drawing his digit out and pushing it back into you. Gently fingering you as you relaxed into the feeling. Still, you’re greedier than ever. Nothing is enough now that you have him within reach. “More…” 

He kisses the top of your head, and he agreed, slipping a second finger into your tight heat. This time, your stomach clenches down on itself, your pussy fluttering slightly as he stretches you to the knuckle. 

Two of his fingers felt… 

Really good…

Satoru pumped them in and out of you slowly at first, picking up the rhythm only when your voice shook with small moans and gasps. His thumb sweeping over your swollen clit every now and then and you’re whimpering. 

The sounds you made mingled with embarrassment, only ever being heard by yourself, but now also by your older brother. 

He curls them up and your pelvis tilts down as sparks fly in your head, heat creeping down your spine and he makes a small noise beside you. 

“That’s where it is…” He murmurs and just as soon as he found it, he began massaging that spongey spot you had only ever reached a few times. Calculated as he fingered you, the wet sounds that began to erupt from your wet pussy were louder than your own moans. 

Your five senses were filled with Satoru, and you were suddenly dizzy.  The smell of his cologne, the touch of his fingers inside of you, the sight of his face in front of yours, the sound of his teasing voice, the taste of his saliva in your mouth. 

Something felt different, something too strong. 

This wasn’t anything like when you shyly slipped a finger or two into yourself; imagining it could compare to what your older brother’s would feel like. 

“I-I…” You stammered, and his bright eyes glowed in the dim room as he looked at you in question, curling his fingers into you to rub over that spot that’s making you ache so good inside. So good that you’re letting out a little sobs of unknown pleasures, craving more and yet, running from it.

Your thighs shook, finally closing in on themselves as your feet twitched in pleasure. 

“Mm, be a good girl and,” He stops moving his fingers inside of you, keeping them still. You whimpered as the heating sensation stopped so suddenly, simmering down to a subtle warmth. “Keep your legs open or I’ll have to stop.” Satoru teases, his thumb sweeping over your swollen clit with his words. 

“No!” You cried out, tears in your eyes. You felt so close, you felt the impending rush. “No, no, no! Don’t stop, please, Satoru-nii!” 

His eyes crinkled in newfound joy. Your little attempt at begging was just so sweet. He leans back into you, capturing your lips and he has the space to move now that your thighs fall apart slowly once again. You’re drooling from his hot open-mouth kisses, at his mercy. 

Trembling and tense, but your thighs open back up for his touching pleasure. 

His thumb rubs small, smooth circles into you and your body jolts as the flames of pleasure flicker again. Whimpering against his mouth, unable to escape his captivating kiss, unable to moan as freely as you pleased. 

It’s not like anyone will hear you. 

It was just you and Satoru at the moment. 

And his fingers fucking you from the inside. 

Which you are reminded of when he curls the dial pair inside of you. Your hips buck and he chuckles against your mouth, allowing you to breathe as you clung to his shirt. Your head falls back and you let out a long whine as he draws his fingers out slowly; the wet drag of them feels so good before shoving them back into you to the knuckle. 

“ Haaah !” Your thighs threaten to shut on themselves, wanting to lock his hand between your legs forever. But you resist the urge as you focused on the two things that mattered: on the heat of his body lying next to yours and how good his long fingers felt pumping in and out of you. 

“I know, I know.” He cooed at you, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

His actions starting slow, picking up the pace bit by bit, and you want to look down to watch his movements but you’re too shy right now. Just feeling him was enough as you panted and moaned. 

He shifts and whispers in your ear, causing your head to spin as he begins to speak. 

“You’ve ever played with this little pussy before?” He asks quietly, and you screw your eyes shut as your lips trembled. You shake your head vigorously as stars shine behind your eyelids. His fingers fucking you open, the wet sound of your virgin cunt splashing over his digits every time he fucked them into you. Still, he chuckles at your voiceless response. “Liar… I know you have...” His voice drips honey, sultry and thick. 

Still, for some reason, you hold your ground. “N-No!” 

He nips at your ear in punishment, and you hiccup a moan as tears thicken your lashes. 

The truth was, you had many times. 

Whenever he left you with the desire for more than just a few kisses. Whenever you lie in bed at night, dreaming of the day he finally claimed you as his. Even when there is no excuse or need, a hand would slip down into your panties and stay there until you were trembling and whimpering his name. 

It was starting again; that bubbling feeling within, a coil that was threatening to burst deep inside of you. Your hips cant up, wanting to meet his fingers every time he pulled them outward, and you hear a murmur of a groan at your side. 

“Waa-Wait!” You finally exclaimed, reaching down to grab his forearm, feeling the muscles beneath moving as he finger fucked you. Your back is arching off the bed, and you’re squirming more than before. 

Chasing and running from something at the same time. 

“Satoru-nii! Wait!” You sobbed, you felt like you might pee yourself. The pressure deep down in your stomach forces your hips down. “Wait!”

He doesn't. His hand doesn’t dare stop or slow down. 

Shifting to hover over you, his face over yours as his thumb vigorously rubbed onto your clit, his fingers spreading you open. Your eyes meet his, and there’s something so animalistic behind his as you garble out his name. He groans your name softly, and in the clouded state, you realize this is exactly what he wanted. 

Satoru wanted to watch you become undone, his hips shifting forward, and you distantly feel the bulge at the front of his pants rub over your hip. 

You’re voiceless as you choke on a moan, your body shakes in a way you have never experienced. Something uncontrollable as your pussy fluttered around his fingers, a heartbeat off your swollen clit. 

Waves of orgasm crash into you and you can barely see him through the tears that form in your eyes, slipping from the corners of them down your cheeks. You can’t breathe for moments as you're stuck in place. He had ruined you for all future self-pleasuring endeavors, one of your most exciting orgasms in your young life. 

You come down from the high slowly, but your body still reacts when he pulls his hand away from your dripping pussy. You blink away tears as you see him bring his wet hand to his mouth, licking your essence off his fingers. A grin on his mouth as you watched him. 

Embarrassment coils in your chest but the satisfaction of your pleasure outweighs any other feeling. 

As good as it was, you find yourself craving even more. 

You twist your body towards him, looking at him with flushed cheeks as you licked your lips to find your words. He leans into you, pecking your lips repeatedly in such a sweet manner that you find your resolve. 

Your hand gently caresses his jaw, enticing him to come even closer as you panted softly. Your eyes half-lidded from the very first orgasm your older brother had given you himself. 

“Fuck me… Please…” You speak between breaths, sounding desperate and yearning for him. 

Satoru’s brows raise as he whistles lowly in both surprise and an impressed manner. “Now, who taught you such naughty words?” He huffs a chuckle, shaking his head at you. 

But his cheekbones are dusted with pink, contrasting with the white lashes that rest in his cheeks. He looks ruined with messy hair and half-lidded eyes as he gazed at you; you wonder how you looked from his side. 

“Please….” Your hand slides down between both of your bodies, finding your target in the form of a bulging tent at the front of your older brother’s pants. “Please… I’ve been so good and patient. I’m ready…”

Satoru falters slightly, exhaling a heavy breath. “No, you’re not…” His weak resolve shows in his voice. 

You whimper, palming him further when he doesn’t stop you. “Just the tip, Toru-nii…” You whisper hotly, your arousal coming back to life with passionate flames. 

He’s off the bed within the next second, gripping the shirt over his chest as he panted. He looks beyond flustered, out of breath, and more riled up than he has been the entire night; his bright blue eyes are wide as if he had been struck, and you sit up in shock at his quickness. 

He’s in no better shape than you. 

The realization hits you hard. 

You had hit such a sweet spot with that nickname, knowing it was one of his weaknesses when it came to getting you what you wanted.  

You crawl to the edge of the bed, looking up at him and using it again. “Toru-nii… Ple-“

“That’s enough. We can’t.” His voice is harsh and final. 

“Why…” You whine and you don’t care if you sound like a childish brat right now.  “Why do we have to wait?”

He reaches out, caressing your cheek tenderly. “Because I want to fuck you the night I make you my wife.” 

Satoru’s gone, and you’re lying in your warmed sheets giddier than ever, giggling like a schoolgirl. You hardly get any sleep imagining all the ways that he’ll steal your purity from you. 

His wife… 

He’ll finally take your virginity when you become his wife… 

 

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Chapter 5: husband and wife.

Notes:

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) thank you all so much for joining me on this little journey I've had a lot of fun these past days writing this up! this one is a little long!!
enjoy your first time with older brother Satoru!!

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Tap. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of Satoru’s large hand increasingly rapidly smacking against his thigh as his leg bounced repeatedly was the only thing keeping him sane. 

He sat in one of the large, luxurious rooms of the estate, one of the bedding rooms, as the elders had so many times labeled. 

Months ago, he had come to examine what to change and remove with the estate’s furnishing staff. A once, dark, creepy room with a flat futon surrounded by transparent paper screens for the viewing pleasure of others. A place where the elders could watch the couple consummate their marriage with scrutinizing eyes. 

He had hated it. 

The idea of following ancient traditions and bringing you to this room with boarded-up windows and doors, laying you on this dusty futon, and having to hear the murmurs of the elders witnessing your virginity being taken from you: Absolutely not. 

An ugly, hideous rage had bubbled within himself as he kicked the quilted mattress out of the way, ripping into the transparent walls that stood to tease him, tearing the boards down from the places they were nailed in. The staff stood aside as he destroyed the room piece by piece; a glance in their direction with dark, angry eyes was enough to make them start thinking of ways to modernize the room for the soon-to-be couple. 

Now, sitting on one of the comfortable, cream colored armchairs with a glass of sweet champagne as he waited for his bride to exit the adjacent bathroom. His brain quickly brought him back to the place he was supposed to be in. 

Luxurious room with a large, white-curtained canopy bed at the center of the room.

Satoru’s hand tapping and leg bouncing persist. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

You had been in the bathroom for all of一he looked down at his expensive watch as the arms ticked the seconds down一twenty-four minutes and five, six, seven seconds!

He brings the champagne to his lips: Were you having second thoughts? Were you regretting the decision that had been imposed on you?! Was he stress drinking when he hated alcohol?

He shook his head with a disbelieving chuckle, trying to calm himself with the questions his mind shouted at him. There’s no way you would be regretful. This was something you had looked forward to, essentially your entire life. 

Eleven hours ago, the two of you were simply older brother and little sister, betrothed to one another. But now, as he waited for you. He was officially a married man, and you had now become Mrs. Gojo; only a slight difference from being Miss Gojo all of your whole living years. 

He pulls his tie looser, bringing it further away from his neck. He had been dressed in traditional clothing for the ceremony and then changed into a white tuxedo for the better part of the night as private celebrations went on. The monkey suit was restricting him a bit too much for his liking. Surprisingly, holding back any sort of complaint, because seeing your brightly smiling face was enough to shut him up for short intervals at a time. 

Thirty minutes strike on his watch. 

That’s it. 

He was going to check on you. 

Satoru stands up quickly and immediately sits back down. While he wasn't a patient man, rushing in to look for you seemed like the wrong step right here. You had blossomed into a young woman before his very eyes, but you were still that: young. His leg begins to bounce, his hand taps viciously against his thigh. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

He tried to think about other things to pass the time. 

The lame jujutsu-traditional ceremony was surrounded by old heads and nosey members of other families who only wanted to catch a distant glance of the new Gojo bride. Your eyes were low and shy as you clung to Satoru’s side, smaller hand in his. Speaking only when you were spoken to, and he gritted his teeth as you shrank beneath their harsh gazes. He teeter-tottered on the idea of just killing them all to bring you peace of mind, but your wide doe eyes looking at him had calmed him. The celebration afterwards with close friends was where you truly shined; your smiles were carefree, and the warm blush on your cheeks from being congratulated absolutely glowed. Same as him, dressed from ceremonial clothing to a more modern white dress that you had chosen for yourself. 

The most special moment was when the two of you were brought to the luxurious room, and he took it upon himself to pick you up until you were squealing with joy, carefully carrying you over the threshold. He was proud of himself for flawlessly pulling the move off. 

It wasn’t even a moment later when he put you down that you had made a beeline for the bathroom. “I’ll be right out!” Before you slammed the door shut. 

He turns his head to look out the new windows, and the darkened garden sways in the wind beyond the glass. In the morning, he’s sure you will be taking pictures of all the lovely plants and flowers. 

“Satoru-nii!” Your voice calls from behind closed doors, and his head snaps in the direction of his name being called. 

He answers with your name off his lips, just loud enough that you should have heard him just fine, but moments of silence pique his interest. His hearing honing in on any other noise that you could possibly make until you speak again. 

“Close your eyes!” You instruct with a giggle, and still, you don’t emerge from your hiding spot. 

“Playing games, already?” He calls out; he’s only a moment away from standing up and walking over to the room you hid in to see what was going on. 

The door slides open just enough for you to peek your head out, eyes crinkling from a distance. “Just do it!” 

“Fine, fine…” His bright eyes slide shut, a smile playing on his lips as he awaits. He can hear the door slide open with a soft clack against the doorframe, followed by the soft sounds of your feet walking over, his senses heightened. He can sense the flow of cursed energy in the room; the impression of your unique soul comes closer and closer to him. He knows you stand in front of him, just out of arm’s reach. 

Satoru Gojo was by no means a nervous man, but the anticipation ate away at him after moments of silence. 

“Okay…” You whispered, sounding like you were speaking to yourself more than him. It’s so quiet he can hear the sound of your swallowing audibly. “Open your eyes…” 

The view of you comes into sight slowly as his eyes open. He feels his heart lurch up into his throat so roughly that he is the one swallowing it down. His eyes frantically flicker as he takes you in, down to the very last, little detail. 

You had emerged from your hiding spot without your little wedding dress一in something he’s only ever dreamed or allowed his imagination to control. 

There you stood, the tiniest lace lining along the clothing you so happily wore. A white bralette hardly holding your breasts in, sheer material allowing him to see the color of your nipples through the transparency. A lacy garter belt hugs the smallest part of your waist, dramatically accentuating the curve of you and teasing him as the clasps lead down to the little band of your panties; small frills on your hips as a pink hearted bow lies at the center. It all looks too tight, too snug as it hugged your body in a way he’s never seen any of your other undergarments hold you. 

His brain short-circuited as he realized what this all was: Wedding night lingerie. 

This is what you were hiding from him for over thirty minutes… 

He knows you must have been hyping yourself up to come out and show him. And he greatly appreciates you for finally showing him this wonderful show. 

His bright eyes trail up and down, then up and down again. Glancing over your freshened-up face, glowing with a blush. He can’t get enough of this, wanting to burn the image of you into the back of his mind to keep forever. Where was his phone? He should snap a photo of you to immortalize this moment. 

He knows that his reaction had greatly increased your confidence in the situation, in the way your lips pulled into a wide grin, in the way your posture shifted with a hip cocked out to the side. In the way you even spoke. 

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” You raised your diamond-ringed hand to your glossy, grinning lips; poorly hiding how the enjoyment of the situation had risen to your crinkling, shining eyes. Your hand raises, resting on your breast, running your fingers down the lace until you reach the garter belt, circling it to your side. 

Satoru nods his head slowly, his eyes following your motions and movements as if he were in a trance. His entire body felt like it were on a live wire; a touch from you, his new wife, would set him off. 

As he leans forward, admiring the view, he’s also trying to hide how much he was straining against the front of his white slacked pants. The tips of his ears had to be red, but he hoped the soft orange lights of the lamps hid their flushed colors. 

You teased happily. “Cat got your tongue, husband?” You huff a giggle. 

Husband. Husband. Husband. 

It sounded so good coming off your tongue to hear. 

“Of course not, wife…” He responds with a near growl, with only half as much energy as you. His heart continuously skips a beat as you stand before him. 

You step so swiftly and naturally between his open thighs, tilting your head to the side as you hold your hands behind your back. He can see you’re so obviously arching your back to show off your little, sexy white outfit, and he has to lean back a few inches to properly look at you. 

Your eyes glance down when he does, and a smile pulls on your freshly glossed lips. 

You lean over and reach out to hug him around his broad shoulders, bending at the waist as you press your soft chest into his. Your warmth seeps through his thin, white buttoned shirt. He raises a hand, holding you by the small of your back; feeling the first touch of the lace beneath his fingertips. He takes a few moments to enjoy your affections. Being sweet on him even as you’re dressed down to what seemed almost as little as possible.

“Do I make it hard, Satoru?” You whispered, dropping his honorifics just this once; giggling as you pressed a sweet kiss to his jaw line, peppering kisses all over his jaw and cheek. He holds back a groan as his brain tingles beneath your voice. 

“You make everything difficult, yes…” He whispered right back, an impatient smirk playing his lips.

You lean into his ear, nipping at the shell of it—giggling in ear when he grunts at the sharpness of your bite. “Can I make it up to you?” 

Satoru turns his head, his turn to speak hotly into your ear. “You can certainly try…”

You run your hands down from his shoulders, tracing down his abdomen until your hands rested on the top of his thighs. And you lean back away from him, a playful smile curling your lips. 

You gently kneel between his open legs, elegantly at that. You make yourself comfortable by scooting side to side, and he slouches just a tad in the armchair to relax. 

The sight of you was beautifully impressive. Pretty in lingerie, right at his feet. Maybe this could make up for all your teasings. 

Your small hands rub over the bulge at the front of his slacks, and there’s a tilt of your head as you look up to him. Wordlessly questioning, and he nods his head. His own hands are moving to assist you. Unbuckling his leathered belt, pulling it open with haste, and you are gently unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His hips shifted to allow you to touch his groin as you pleased. You hum softly as you grasp the band of his boxer-briefs, and you pull them down just enough to free him. 

A groan from the back of his throat as he felt liberation from the tight confines of the relentless slacks. A soft gasp from your lips as he comes into view; right before your eyes. 

His erect cock stood hard and proud, the weight of it leaning back towards his lower abdomen as the length of it curved to the left. 

You tilted your head to the side, your soft hands cupping your flushed cheeks as you looked down into his lap; your wide eyes sparkling as you took in the view of him. There’s a moment where he can see your features transform back and forth between amazement and worry at the grand size of him. 

“So cute, so pretty…” You murmur sweetly, as if you were admiring a doll or a little puppy. His cock twitches as you speak down at it. 

A vein pops on his forehead as he grumbles out. “Calling it cute isn’t a compliment…” 

“But…” One of your hands tentatively reaches out, and your pointer finger touches the drooling tip of his length; his abdomen clenches down at the first touch. He swallows down the knot in his throat harshly as he watches you. “Yours is the cutest I’ve ever seen…” 

His patience is running extremely thin. “It better be the only one you've seen.” He growls at you. 

Your eyes glance up at him with a glint of mischievous intent, and his narrow down at you. He says your name with a warning, and you look back down at his hard cock, moving it back and forth with just your pointer finger. “Are you jealous, Satoru-nii?” 

“You are my wife...” He says nothing more on the subject. How much more could he say to the pretty little sister kneeling between his thighs? 

Your eyes sparkle with new emotion, nodding your head quickly in agreement as a cheesy grin spreads on your blushing face. You sound so love-struck as you repeat after him. “Yes… Hehe, your wife…”  

You decide you wanted to take the initiative. 

Your head leans down, and Satoru has to bite into his lower lip to avoid groaning out loudly. Your hand is holding his cock at the base, fingers spread out over the soft, white tuft of his pubic hair. Your tongue runs up the underside of his cock until you're circling the fat, pink tip. His bright-blue eyes widen as he watches in a daze, how you slowly make yourself comfortable with the size of him. Your eyes are half-lidded as you kitten licked him, holding his hard, large cock right to your smaller, wet mouth. 

His hand reaches out, pushing the falling hair out of your face; pushing it away from obstructing the view of you sucking on his dick. He swallows down any question he could conjure up in amazement when you finally suckle on the drooling head, bringing him only an inch into your mouth.

Who had taught you to do this without an ounce of shame in your features? Why was your mouth the hottest thing he’s ever had the pleasure of having his cock swallowed by? Weren’t you just the prettiest thing in the world bobbing your head right now? 

You take him deeper into your mouth, only taking half of his cock before you’re popping off with a gasp, a soft whine on your lips. You’re an inexperienced virgin after all; all your little practicing on fake toys could never match up to the living version of his girth. 

Satoru caresses your cheek affectionately, and you lean into his touch, a wet smile on your lips as you look to him adoringly. “Slowly.” He nods at you. 

He holds the base of his cock, holding it over your own smaller hand, and you glance up at him with shining eyes as you nod right back. You slowly take more of him into your mouth, only reaching the halfway point again, but you suck until your cheeks hollow, huffing air through your nose. The wet drag of your tongue licking every time you bobbed your head, guided gently by his soft sighs and slight moans. 

“Fuck… There you go… Good girl…” The white-haired man groaned in appreciation. 

He watches all of your features: Your brows furrow in concentration, your eyes glistening with new tears when you so desperately try to take him to the back of your throat, and your pretty face wonderfully flushed with color. 

His cock twitches in your mouth, and his balls start to tighten against his body. 

Your eyes flicker to him and you slide off the length of his cock to suckle on the head, catching your breath as you licked up any drooling pre-cum that comes from him. 

“Salty… So yummy, Satoru-nii…” You exhale a whine softly, and he sees you drag your hand off his slack-clad thigh down to below. 

His brain sparks with sudden flashes of imagination. Were you touching yourself over your panties as you suckled on his dick? Were they wet and clinging to you as you played with your clit? Or would you dare finger yourself when he was right there with you?

“ Haah… ” You moaned sweetly, and he threw his head back against the armchair, ignoring the pain at his neck when you gagged around his length. He’s too big for your untrained mouth, he knows it as fact. But one day, he’ll have you taking him down your throat until your nose is buried in his pubes. For now, watching you suckle and kiss his cock so needy and desperately was more than enough. 

He feels it, a fire growing in the pit of his belly. The familiar throbbing that increased every time you sucked him. He looked down at you, and the sight of you is too beautiful. He pushes a hand to your forehead harshly, rushing you off his cock, and you’re looking at him in confusion. 

You’re panting as saliva drools down your chin. 

It’s an obscene sight. 

“W-What…” You gasp, catching your breath. Your eyes search his in confusion, smacking your lips to speak. “Did… I do something wrong?” 

“No…” His voice cracked as he tried to swallow down the impending orgasm that was choking him from within. “I’m going to cum if you keep that up.” He admits thickly. 

You lick your wet lips, batting your lashes at him in confusion. “That’s good, no?” 

Satoru shakes his head, breathing just as hard as you; calming down now that the cool air swept over his wet dick. “I want to cum inside of you,” He tells you, and you can hardly hide the shy smile that spreads on your lips. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with you at his feet; he needed to get you in a position where he could fuck you. He grabs your upper arm, hauling you off your knees and up onto your feet. “Now.” 

“Oh’Okay.” You whispered as you followed his manhandling the best you could, stumbling over your feet as he stood and dragged you to the large bed. He knows he could be more patient, take more time, but you had riled him up enough. 

Satoru brings you close to him, kissing your soft lips once, twice, and when he feels your smile against his lips. He feels like he’s going to snap as he tastes himself on your drooling mouth.  

He pushes you down on the bed, and he watches with greed as you look up to him with that pretty little face, those surprised eyes, and chest heaving. Your tits are barely covered by the white lace, the sheer material teasing him with what’s underneath. 

His now wedding-ringed hand reached out, grabbing the front of the bralette and pulling on it until the fabric shrieked with being ripped, shoving it down below your breasts as he crawled onto the bed with you. You squeal his given name so sweetly, it urged him further. He was made to fit between your thighs, hauled over his hips as he lowered his head towards your chest. He takes one of your exposed nipples into his mouth, sucking on the sweet flavor of your flesh until your fingers are combing through his messy hair to pull him closer. Your back arching to put more of the fatty breast into his face. 

“Sa-Satoru-nii…” You whimper so nicely for him, just for him. 

He growls against your chest, releasing this suckled nipple to go for the neglected one, showing it the same treatment. You were so cocky until he got you down on your back; he was going to have to show you to respect those older than you. 

Show you how to properly respect your new husband. 

He slides his hands down your waist, snagging his fingers on the band of the garter belt, and he ignores it for now. They continue their journey down until they find the lacy and frilly bands of your panties, pulling them down enough to expose your cunt. He pulls from your chest and kisses down your sternum. He licks your abdomen until you’re giggling nervously. 

You raise your legs when he silently instructs, allowing him to slide your panties down them until you're bare before him. He brings the small garment to his face, and you watch with wide eyes as he inhales the scent of the laciness. When you squeak, trying to kick him to stop; he grins widely, inhaling deeply again before he tosses the panties over his shoulders, not caring where they land. 

Satoru looks down at his goal: Your virgin, glossy pussy. 

Your thighs threaten to cross, but he holds them open, his hands on your knees. He overpowers you a million to one every time; your resistance is futile against him, no matter how much you squirm and playfully fought back against him. 

He takes a moment to admire you, maybe just short of staring. He was humming to himself as he smiled down at your pretty pussy. All for him, all for the taking. 

Satoru dropped his head down between your soft, open thighs, and his mouth and nose buried into you. Your scent is so lovely, faint traces of soap and something that only you could produce. Was this the mystery of pheromones? Because he swears you’re the most delicious thing he’s had the pleasure of stuffing his nose into. 

His tongue draws out of his mouth, licking a long, flat tongue striped up from your leaking entrance up to flick off your clit. You taste as divine as he would imagine; so deliciously unique to only you. The wetness you produce only mixes with his drooling saliva, slippery as he glides his tongue up and down your seam. Your small noises and gasps drives him further, wrapping his lips around your swollen, hard clit. 

“Satoru-nii!” You gasp, and he feels when your hand caresses his forehead, reaching deep into his thick white hair to grasp a handful of it. Were you bringing him closer or pushing him away as he brought you pleasure in such a sinful way? 

Your hips buck into his mouth, humping against his face as he began to eat you out in any way he could think of. Sucking on your clit, licking you from top to bottom, pushing his tongue into you until you’re tugging on his hair with a breathy moan of his name again. You sounded as wonderful as you tasted. Your thighs were the perfect earmuffs around his head as they squeezed and opened repeatedly. 

His own sounds muffled by your cunt in his mouth, groaning as he gave it his all. His luck was playing on his side as he hit all the right spots with you. Every drop of your essence is licked up by his huffing mouth and tongue. 

He wraps an arm around your thigh, holding a large hand over the expanse of your lower belly; pressure holding there as you squirmed against the wrinkling sheets. 

“Mm… Hah… Toru-nii…”  You say so nicely for him. 

All your little whimpers and whines were endearing, to say the least. His brows furrow as he tries to look up at you and finds your eyes looking down at him. You’re propped up on your elbows, watching his mouth work you. His eyes crinkle as he licks his name into your swollen clit, a soft sob off your lips as you try to hump into his face. 

No matter how much you moved, his mouth chased. He wouldn’t allow himself to remove from you, latched on as much as your body tried to run from the pleasure. His cock was grinding against the bed slowly, just enough to keep his hard cock and not enough to chase pleasure. 

“N-No more… No more… Need you, pleeaasee… ” You whine out loudly enough that he decides, just this once, he will listen to you. He lifts his head off you, leaving you with one last flat-tongued stroke. 

He crawls up the bed, leaning his body over you as he raises his hips off yours. His hand remains on your pussy, rubbing circles into your throbbing clit until you're gasping his name so ever softly.

Your trembling hand reaches out, swiping your thumb over his glossy lower lip; pushing the slick that remained back past his lips. His tongue licked up your flavor as he sucked on your digit. 

“Was it that tasty, Toru-nii? That you’re drooling so much?” You weakly chuckle, a poor attempt to tease when you were so out of breath and twitching with residual pleasures. 

You pretty little brat, he thinks. You were going to rile him up and pay the price for it all. 

His left eye twitched, biting on the knuckle of your thumb hard enough for you to yank your hand away with a whine. 

“Ow… That hurt… Mm!” You protested until you let out a gasp as he slipped two fingers into you, so wet that they glide right in, clenching around him as he strokes you from the inside. Your little reaction is enough for him to be urged on. 

“What happened to that spunky girl?” He asked, and he knows he’s being mean when you hiccup as your only answer, shrugging your shoulders at him. When he received your non-verbal response, his hand pulled back out of you with a sudden wet gush of slickness. He raised his sticky hand and smacked it down onto your glossy pussy lips and clit. Effectively spanking your puffy cunt, and you yelped out a moan. “Come on, weren’t you just teasing me? Where’d all that energy go?” He grunts, and another spank lands on your sore pussy.

Your thighs threaten to close, but his body restrains any further action as he leans over you. He’s losing control as you cry for him so loudly: from your ripped lace to your tearful eyes. It's all an exhilarating sight to take in, no other man will gain the satisfaction of this view. 

“I-I’m sorry!” You sobbed, tossing your head back as you grasped at his biceps. Your fingers are squeezing the muscles that lay beneath his shirt. 

He shows little mercy, and he shoves his fingers back into you, fucking them into you for a few moments: listening to your increasingly loudening wanton moans, listening to the wet splashing of your slick over his digits. 

You were so fucking sexy and all just for him. It almost angers him, his imagination taking over and thinking some old-fuck had could have been the one to bed you if Satoru hadn’t been your older brother.  What old pervert would have gotten to enjoy this body if not him? He pulls his fingers out and brought his hand down on you again, slapping your pussy hard enough to watch the skin redden. 

“Satoru-nii!” 

He realizes how rough he was being, soothing your throbbing clit with some gentle rubbing. He cooes down at you, kissing away tears from your eyes as your soft sobs begin to moan again. 

“Does that hurt? Can your older brother make it feel better?” He says to you in such a sickenly sweet voice, and your lips are wobbling as you whimper a small confirmation. He pulls off his tie completely, and for a split moment, he debates tying your hands up with it. But he decided against it, letting it slip from his fingertips onto the large bed. Instead, he cooed down at you. “How about you give me a good kiss, and I’ll make all the pain go away…” 

Your hands reaching out, cupping his face to bring him closer; hungrily searching for his lips as you kissed him with little precision. He indulges in your sloppy kisses, letting you lick into his mouth and swirl your tongue with his. You pull back after a few messy moments, a hand pressing on his chest, and he leans back enough for your body to move beneath his. 

You hold your soft legs up, bringing them up until the top of your thighs touches your tummy, and he swallows harshly as he gets to see all of you at once. Your wet, drooling cunt on full display for him as he began to lazily stroke his cock, keeping his actions slowly intentional: he could easily masturbate at the sight of you right now. 

What would you do if he deliberately came over your tits and face at the moment, denying you his first load of the night? 

But you’ve teased him too much. 

Not just tonight, not just today, years of teasing finally reached its brink, and Satoru’s mean streak has returned full-blown. 

“Toru-nii… It hurts here…” You whispered to him, your hazy eyes staring down at where he held his cock; the perfect viewing spot to watch him enter you. He glides his cock along your seam, watching the way your slick sticks to him. You keened so sweet from the back of your throat. “Make it go away…”

He knows you must think it would be that easy, open up for your older brother, and he would just slip his throbbing cock into you? 

If you wanted it so badly, he wanted to hear the words come out of your mouth. 

A decision is made quickly in his mind. “Beg for it.” A whisper that cut through the tension in the bedding room. He pushes his slacks and boxer-briefs down his thighs, ready to fuck you when you give in to his demands. 

You blink your eyes wide, heading tilting up to look at him with confusion molding your pretty, little features. Your voice wobbles. “Huh…” 

His eyes crinkle sadistically as he leans into you, his face just an inch from yours. He cares little how you huff in discomfort as he presses his body weight into you, his hand spreading over the expanse of the back of your thigh. He holds his hot, throbbing cock, running the hot head along the seam of your virgin pussy; rubbing over your swollen clit, your stomach jolting as he toys with you for a moment. Tapping his heaviness against you. The wetness of your cunt makes it too easy to play with you. He drags the cockhead lower, pressing ever so slightly against your wet, tight entrance without pushing into you. 

Your little needy whimper fuels the fire. 

Now, Satoru needed to hear you. 

“I said,” His cock rubs into you harder, threatening to push his cockhead into your pussy that hardly resisted. “Beg for it…” He hissed, forehead resting against yours as his words fanned over your lips—you shivered in his lap and he felt his body tighten like a bow, ready to release at the perfect command. 

Your face, already flushed, somehow glows with new emotion. Your eyes shifting away, your lips pursing together as you held your breath beneath him. 

“Please…” Your voice is so small that if he weren’t this close, he would have never heard your pathetic excuse for begging. Suddenly so shy, having to ask for the very thing you had been expecting all night; so adorable.

The hand holding his wet cock, sticky with your own slick, comes up and grabs your lower face to turn you back to look at him. “I can’t hear yooouu…” He chides, his voice is low, dangerous, and even as he teases you with words: he leaves no room for your little games tonight. 

“Puh…” You stammered, wide eyes frantically searching his as you seemed to think. “Please put it in… Need you to-to…” You swallowed roughly, breathless, as your lips trembled to find your words. Saying them louder than the last few, energy bubbling within you. “Take my virginity!” 

Ooh, that’s very nice… There we go… 

That’s a good girl now…

To Satoru, that seemed like the perfect command his body and mind were waiting for. 

“Well… If you insist, little sister of mine.” His voice sang, covering up his own excitement to be inside of you. 

Your shocked expression loosens you up, eyes sparkling and without letting you get a word in to respond to him. He takes action as he so should. 

He takes hold of himself again and rubs his cockhead against you, gathering wetness, and he slowly pops the thick head into you as he breaks the barrier between the two of you. A gasp off your pretty lips and a small noise from the back of his throat as he watched your face as he began to offer you all of himself. Your tight heat felt like a vice around his cock, much thicker than his fingers, but you were so wet at that moment. There’s little resistance as your walls give way for him, opening up slowly until he meets the end of your little cunt. 

 “Fuck, I love you.” The white-haired man groaned lowly. 

You let out a sob full of gratitude as you looked down, eyes wide as his cock pushed into you. “Thank you… Toru-nii, love you, thank you…” You snobbled happily, tears slipping over your lash line to slip down your stained, flushed cheeks. Make-up streaking down your face. Your pretty lips hanging open as he slid further into you. 

Satoru’s hips meet the back of your thighs, and his balls rest against your ass as he swallows down harshly. His hard, large cock twitches inside of your tightness.  

Years of waiting, and it’s all finally happened. He was fully inside of you: bottomed out inside of his pretty, little thing of a wife. 

He has bedded you. Taken your virginity from you for him to hold onto forever. He wants to ask if it hurts, wants to check on you, but when his eyes glance at your face, he stops himself. 

You are absolutely ecstatic. Your eyes are wide, almost crazed, as your grinning lips tremble. Your hand travels low, touching where the back of his cock is enveloped in your cunt, wet with your slick. Your touch exploring from what little remained out of you, to shifting your fingers through his tuft of pubes. He shudders in deep satisfaction beneath your touch. 

“You’re inside me, Toru-nii…” You gasp in delight, looking up at him with a gleeful expression. “Feels so good… So full of you…” You sigh softly, a sweet noise as you reach for him. 

You look to him like he had put the sun, moon, and stars in the sky. Admiration and adoration were written all over your features as you smiled and giggled.  

Your hands reach up until they land on the back of his head as you bring him in for a deep kiss, stealing his breath as you moaned against his mouth. He doesn’t ask, he doesn’t have to. His hands slide up until he takes hold of the back of your knees. Your body will be sore later, but it’ll be worth it to be with him in any way. 

He kisses you as he slips from you until the head is left inside of you, a groan on his lips into your mouth as he pushes back into you. 

“Mmh!” You quip up as he slides the length of his cock along your inner walls, clinging to him as he starts to slowly fuck you. Hardly thrusting, simply humping into you to get you adjusted. The last thing he needed was you thinking he was a bad lay for your first time. 

Satoru needed to hear every sound you could make, every little cry you could sob. How would you look in different positions other than your back? How far would you let your older brother push you, until you’ve lost your mind to pleasure? He had a lifetime to discover it all with you. 

The sweet, tentative thrusts don’t last long as he begins to fuck you earnestly, keeping a pace that makes you mewl out a moan with every thrust inside. Your hair and tits started bouncing with every movement, your once-virgin cunt swallowing his entire cock; sucking him in even when he pulled away. Any soft resolve is slowly dissolved as he pushed harshly, smacking his skin against yours as he pumped in and out of you. 

His mind rapidly goes a mile a minute; racing to the beat of his manhood throbbing with desire. 

His cock brushing over that same spot his fingers had abused with a force you have never known before in your life. 

“Oh my, fuck!” You cried out loudly, hugging his shoulders, and your hands scratched wherever they could reach. Your sparkling eyes are wide with surprise, astonished by your own reaction, perplexed by the pleasures inflicted onto your body. Leaving you without control, giving yourself in completely to your older brother, and Satoru craved more of it. 

He wanted all of you. 

Just as your vows entailed: mind, body, and soul. 

He pushes his cock against the same spot, pistoning towards where you cry. “So, that’s where you’re weak…” He learns and knows your body like the back of your hand now and feels that you’re leaving hot, red streaks across his pale skin as you please. Angry scratches that he will wear proudly for a while, until you inflict new ones. 

His large hand slips behind your head, holding you by the sweating neck as he fucked into you, as he fucked down into your drooling pussy; clenching tight, heat surrounding him, milking his cock as he pumped into you. 

Fucking you raw was going to be the only way he was going to do it. Fucking you until he pumped you full of something that would catch. What other way would he fuck his wife? 

Satoru shudders in pleasure at the mention of it. His wife. His wife. His wife! He would be damned if you would ever give anyone else the honor of having that title over you. 

He fucked you harder as his mind drove him further into pleasure.

You cried out moans and whimpers every time he brought his cock inside of you, pushing to the depths, pushing you to your limit to take all of his cock like you were made for nothing more. The sound of your sobbing cries only urged him on. Your hands slide down his skin, scratching his biceps violently as you tried to hold on. 

He feels it, feels something different inside of you as your voice began to garble and choke. Your cunt flutters around him repeatedly, drawing him in further, and he grunts in pleasure as he feels it. 

Small, broken warnings falling from your babbling lips. “S’Too much! I’m-I’m!” You sobbed, eyes full of tears, as you looked up at him for guidance. Satoru doesn’t stop, pushing forward even with your warning cries. “Cumming! Cumming, cumming, cumming!” You cried out, almost pornographically. 

Your body seems to snap right in front of him, his six eyes watching every reaction; not wanting to miss a single detail. 

Your tight body, trembling down to the bone as you shriek in pleasure. Your back arching, driving his cock even deeper inside of you. Your eyes are screwing shut as you lose yourself in your own orgasm, shaking you to the core as you come in squirts for the first time, and on your older brother’s cock on top of that.

“Looove youuu, Satoru-nii…” You groaned weakly, and Satoru could see your brain firing off with the immense pleasure being inflicted on you. He places a kiss on your mouth to return his reciprocating feelings. He grunts as he pulls his mouth off of yours, saliva connecting your emotions to his until it snaps.

His almost violent thrusts don’t stop. “Take it, take it, I know you can take it.” He grunted as he fucked you, wetness splashing out of you every time his cock pulled out of your cunt, wetting his thighs and the bed below. The sight of you is enough to unravel. The sound of his skin slapping against yours is music to his sensitive ears. 

Watching you orgasm and fucking you at the same time was a delight, a dream for any living man. 

He’s not far behind, too quick for a man of his caliber, and he pumps into you even as he begins to cum, filling you to the sore brim. His ass clenching, his balls tight against his body as his cock throbbed with every white release against your bruised cervix. Still, humping into you lazily as he dragged out the pleasure when his orgasm subsided. His grunts and groans echo off the four walls of the luxurious room, overpowering your weak, little moans and whimpers. His cock is wetter than ever as the fluids mix inside of you, creamed and churned. 

You gasp softly when he pulls his softening cock out of you, your legs too weak to hold up by themselves as they lowered down and laid on the bed. You were spread open, and he’s leaning back on his hunches as he watches the moment before cum seeps out of you, thick and gooey. There’s so much of it, he hoped something would take. 

“Mm… Hah…” You panted heavily as you looked at him with a completely fucked-out expression. He lets out a tired chuckle, and you look so utterly blissful, so pretty below him. Your hand reaches down, touching your swollen cunt until your two middle digits dipped into yourself. You bring your hand up to examine it closely, spreading the stickiness between your fingers as you gazed at it lovingly. 

A sweet smile on your tear-streaked face. 

He has another round in him already if you weren’t careful now. “What a naughty little wife I have…”

“We did it…” You giggle tiredly, letting your head fall back on the pillows, hair sprayed out around your head. “We’re really husband and wife now, Satoru-nii…” 

He huffs out another exhausted chuckle, hand running through his sweated hair to push away his fringe. He leans down, pressing his mouth to yours in a soft, sweetened kiss. A harsh contrast from the mood that had dissipated. 

Still, Satoru was greedy for sweet things such as you. 

“Now that I took your virginity…” He whispered with a smirk on his lips, his hands creeping up your sides, along the tattered white lace that remained. “We should try for an heir, what do you think, wife?” 

Your eyes glisten with a reawakened fire as you bite your lip, nodding enthusiastically. 

 

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December 24th — You sat on the toilet in the estate as you nervously stared until the two blue little lines began appearing on the test you just took. Your heart leaps happily, and a wide, toothy grin spreads on your glossy lips. You gleefully squealed as you jumped to your feet, the pregnancy stick grasped at your chest. After months and months of trying for a child: It had finally happened. 

You couldn’t wait until your husband returned from Shinjuku to share the wonderful, good news. 

Satoru Gojo was going to be a father! 

A thoughtful smile relaxes your lips as you hum in thought. You wondered, would you be having a little boy or a little girl with your older brother? 

Your imagination running wild: Satoshi or Satomi... You giggle again. Satoru would surely love the names you had picked out. 

 

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Notes:

maybe i'll take a little inspiration for a sequeal...
father gojo would be so cute to see after all
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