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madamechrissy · 7 months ago

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Silent Serenades

♔ An arranged Marriage with Duke Gojo ♔

♔ Pairings: Satoru Gojo x you - in this chap it's Satoru Gojo x mistress, Nanami x you It's messy and will get messier :)

♔ Warnings: Sex, infidelity, mentions of past self harm, disordered eating of the reader, descriptions of reader physically (just ties in with the story here) panic attacks, cheating on both ends, cruelty from Duke Gojo, cunnilingus, fingering, slapping, toxic attraction. OOC. ANGST. Say hello to Mr. Nanami again hehe. Gojo is TERRIBLE still, you're warned

♔ Word count this chap: 8.8k

♔ Summary: you are the diamond of the season, he is the charming Duke, it’s the marriage of the decade. Prominent families joining, and it so happens that Duke Gojo is gorgeous. But, he doesn't want you, and now you're trapped in a loveless arranged marriage. Royal AU, dark bridgerton vibes, Cruel Gojo x reader. OOC Set in 1800s England. Gojo is awful at first, HEAVY angst Basically- Gojo is a royal dick and doesn't wanna marry you

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Part Four

One week Later

“It’s a deformed bunny, disgusting.” Duke Gojo says, shivering in disgust as you now are the proud owner of a pretty little Pomeranian, courtesy of Lord Geto and Lady Shoko, who are both standing in front of you now. You gasp, glaring at him, looking haughty in his pristine white suit.

“It is not! He’s beautiful, aren’t you baby?” You coo, caressing the soft white fur of the puppy. Satoru rolls his blue eyes, white lashes fluttering as he does.

“He sort of looks quite like you, Satoru.” Shoko says then with a snicker, and Gojo glares at her, as Geto pets the puppy along with you, before kissing your cheek, earning a furious glare from Gojo.

“Excuse me, Sugu, what are you doing?”

“What, you said you don’t even like her. What would you care?” Suguru pecks your cheek again, and you giggle, eyes glittering as you look up at him, putting your hand on his shoulder as he grins.

“You’ll respect me in my home, thank you very much. No decorum.” Gojo gets scoffed at by all three of you then, as his Mistress slinks down the winding staircase, and Shoko bursts out in laughter. “Excuse me?”

“You’re not excused. Really, she was my servant!? I wondered where she went… she was stealing all my silverware.” The Mistress blushes then, and you can’t stop your giggle. Shoko is gorgeous, with tired, dark eyes and dark hair piled high, you errantly notice Suguru eyeing her just a bit here and there, and you look between the two.

Hmm, they would look good together, wouldn't they?

You know they’ve always been friends, the three of them, and if you could save anyone the pain of a loveless marriage you would. You put the puppy down then, as Shoko smacks Satoru in the back of the head, making him duck down in pain, before snatching him up by the ear. His mistress runs off now, clearly reading the room, she was also afraid of you.

It’s odd, you were too nice to one, then apparently too mean to the other. Navigating Satoru’s Mistresses was difficult.

“Ow, you little-” Satoru huffs, bringing your attention back to Shoko wailing on him now.

“You’re such a royal asshole. Maybe I’ll smack some sense into you. Inviting a Mistress to dinner? Flaunting her?” Satoru glares at Suguru then, who just shrugs, a smile on his handsome features.

“You told her everything!?” He demands, and Suguru just gives a little nod, as Shoko drags him into another room.

“She’s amazing.” You say in admiration, and Suguru chuckles into his hand a bit, before brushing back your hair fondly.

“Told you I’d bring a gift.” You lean up, pecking his cheek then, watching his high cheekbones flush.

“You did, and the best gift ever, oh Lord Geto you’re so amazing.” You hold his hand tightly, as the memories of your kiss hit. You flush a bit yourself as he grips your hand and brushes his lips gently.

“Suguru, please my Lady. We’re close now, you know.” He says huskily, and you feel your pulse race at his intent.

“Indeed, we are. But… may I say, you and Lady Shoko? You both would make such a couple.” He flushes more now, looking away and clearing his throat.

“We are just friends, Duchess.”

“Mmm, marriages are built off worse. Look at me.” Suguru frowns now, sighing as he looks down at you. “You both are of high status as well. Just something to consider, I’d hate for you to feel something like this.”

“The difference is, I would try in a marriage, not… whatever the fuck Satoru’s dumbass is doing.”

“I know you would. Well, ignore me, I seem to think I’m a matchmaker, and look at me. I’m here missing his old mistress.” Suguru’s lips part, then he glares.

“What now?”

“Catherine left because I was too nice, but I quite got along with her.” You say, and Suguru swipes his hand on his face.

“You should hate any woman who lays with your husband, and so blatantly.”

“I only hate him.” You say, and he sighs, nodding a bit.

“You’re too good of a woman, you know that? Like some pretty angel.” You shake your head, but he tilts your chin up then, brushing a thumb across your jaw line, and looks at you with those warm chocolate eyes.

“You’re too good of a man, Suguru.” He smirks a bit.

“First name, finally hmm? Scandalous.” You giggle again, as Satoru and Shoko come back in, and Satoru has a hilarious handprint on his pretty face. He glares over at the two of you, and Shoko smiles.

“What are you naming the dog, Duchess?” She asks teasingly, and you look at Satoru, then down at the pretty puppy, his tongue lolling out.

“I’ll name it Satoru.” Satoru gasps then.

“What!?” At the Duke’s angry yell, Shoko and Suguru fall into fits of laughter, as you all watch him lose it. “You’ll not name an ugly bunny after me, you damned bratty girl.”

“Why not, it does look at you. Look at this expression!” You pick the puppy up, and it tilts his head curiously, ears perking up as his tongue lolls, earning Shoko and Suguru bent over in laughter, nearly in tears, as Gojo steps up to you now, seething in his anger.

“You have no right to say anything like that to me, damned brat. Calling me a dog!”

“You do act like a dog. Not a well behaved one though. One I’d have to put outside for pissing on the floor and humping furniture.” You say then, and he’s furious now, as you scowl right up at him, and Shoko and Suguru are doubled over.

“You dare think you can insult me?” He demands, and now it grows more serious, you roll your eyes at him, snuggling your puppy then. “You?”

"It's just a name, Satoru. And quite frankly, he's a lot more charming than his namesake." His jaw sets now, as he looks down at you, where you’re holding the happy puppy.

“Insolent damn brat, as if you-”

“None of that, especially in front of me. Before I smack you for her.” Suguru says now, and Gojo rolls his eyes.

“Fine, you all bring her a stupid pup and insult me? Have you both not been my friends since childhood?” He asks them, and they glare simultaneously.

“As your friends we will be honest, it’s what we promised. This… it’s unacceptable. If you dislike this beauty so much, let her have an annulment, why hurt her so?” Shoko says, and you tense as Satoru laughs, darkly.

“Even my friends just adore you. You’re so perfect, aren’t you?” He demands, stepping even closer, filling your senses with his energy, and you step back now, needing space before you slap him yourself.

“I’m so tired of hearing that. Perfect. I am no such thing, clearly, as you tell me my flaws daily. Now, I think I’ll take this precious cutie on a walk.” You say, hugging Shoko then, and she hugs you back tightly, then hugging Suguru, pulling back to hold their hands. “Thank you both so much, I shall treasure this.”

“It’s nothing, Duchess.” Suguru kisses your hand again, and you smile softly, looking between them then.

“Will you be at the masquerade tomorrow? Together?” You tease, earning their blushes, as they look away.

“Dance with him? No way.” Shoko says, crossing her arms, and Suguru glares then.

“What’s wrong with dancing with me?”

“You’re Suguru!”

“And!?”

You’re snickering now. “Listen, just a thought. Suguru, will you save me a dance as well?”

“Of course I will, Duchess. Shoko… I’m a very good dancer, excuse me?” He then says to Shoko, and she rolls her eyes, waving at you as you head out with a satisfied smile, pulling the puppy along. Satoru stops you at the giant doors then, making you pause as you look up at him.

“I’m taking Satoru for a walk, Duke Gojo.” You say, earning an even harsher glare from him now, you hold in your laughter at it.

“Where will you be? I wonder. Under a man like a whore?” You laugh then, you can’t help it, earning him gripping your waist then, over your pretty blue bodice. It burns through your layers, you hate it so, your eyes narrow.

“Me, a whore? Go peer in that looking glass, Duke. I’ve watched you fuck three women in a couple weeks. I’m still a virgin.” He gulps then, eyes drinking you in, those long white lashes darting down your body, making you furious at the effect, fuck you wish your body would align with your mind.

His hand squeezes now, and you smack at it angrily. “And how long will you be a virgin I wonder?” He bites out, vitriol in every word.

“It’s none of your concern, dear husband. You just try to keep this mistress, they seem to run from you don’t they?” You whisper, tapping his lower lip now, and he snarls as you saunter out the door. “Farewell!”

Now here you are, in front of Nanami Kento’s apartments, along with your puppy, Satoru. You are nervous as you stand there, wondering just what you are thinking, would he even remember you? Was it some fun for him you wonder, and are you insane to be here!?

You’re a duchess, a married woman at that, clutching your thin blue cloak over your body, as your little dog named after your cruel husband is running around your ankles, wrapping the leash in a circle. You gasp then, as he’s firmly trapping you, just as Nanami Kento opens the door, and finds you tied up by your own dog, and he can’t help but laugh.

“Duchess… do you need my assistance?” He asks softly, and you drink him then, he has an apron on and flour dusted along his pants. You are flushed, so embarrassed as Satoru keeps running.

“Please, Mr. Nanami, could you assist?” You ask then, and he bends down, unclipping the leash from little Satoru and letting him inside, before he yanks you in as well, making you breathless.

“I told you, anything you require.” He says then, slowly unwrapping the leash from around you, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement as he unwraps you gently, until the leash is in his big hands. You notice bruises and scrapes on the back of them as he hands it to you. “All fixed now, Duchess.”

“Thank you Mr. Nanami. My hero.” You tease, then you inhale something sweet in the air, sighing. “Are you baking, Sir?”

“I am making cookies. Would you care to help? I could teach you.” He says, and you giggle then, putting the leash down and taking off your cloak, not missing the desire in his eyes as he looks at you.

“I actually am a skilled baker. I would love to help. What kind of cookie?” You ask, and watch his thin blond brows raise.

“You can bake? You’re… a noble, though…”

“My parents always let me bake, I quite love that, and cooking. Is it so surprising, Mr. Nanami?” You ask then, and he smiles softly, tired eyes getting hazy.

“You endlessly surprise me, my Lady. Come then, I have an extra apron, that dress is too beautiful to dirty.” He says softly, and you flush under his gentle praise, taking his hand and letting him lead you into his kitchen. “I did not know you were coming, I’m sorry my place must seem so small to you.”

“It’s lovely, Mr. Nanami.” Your voice is soft, as your eyes drink him in, his khaki trousers so covered in flour it’s quite adorable. You smile a bit at just how handsome he looks like this, as your dog is happily running around you both. “Please, know that I am not a typical noble. I quite enjoy your home.”

“Thank you… you’re absolutely not typical. I think that’s the furthest thing from how I would describe you.” He holds a white linen apron then, as he smiles down at you gently. “I’d describe you as… one of a kind.”

“Is that good or bad, Sir?” You ask, and Nanami chuckles a bit, as he ties the apron around you, and you tense as he’s behind you, his breath tickling your ear as he bends down.

“It’s a good thing. May I loosen this some, so you’re comfortable?” He asks, you nod then, shyly, and he’s so sweet as you turn and lift your hair. You feel his hands tremble just a bit as they trail down your back, between your shoulder blades. “You’re so tiny.”

“Am I to you? Maybe because you’re so big.” You tease, and he exhales then, one hand splaying the expanse of your back.

“No, you are Darling.” He says then, husky as he runs a finger down your spine gently, you shiver at how good it feels. “You don’t really need a corset you know.”

“I certainly do. I’ll plump up when eating your cookies.” You tease, but he hears it, the fear in your voice, and he grips you then, a hand on either side of your waist, as emotions hit, thinking of how much Satoru’s tiny words have affected your views.

“Do you fear eating truly? You’re in the wrong household, I’ll be shoving all sorts of sweets in your mouth.” He murmurs then, and you exhale, eyes shutting as you feel him, every bit of this man behind you.

“I do enjoy sweets.” You whisper, turning to him then, your corset loose on your back, revealing more of your breasts to his view, and you watch that Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulps, his big hands sliding up your ribcage.

“Has he lied to you so much you think you can’t eat?” He whispers, hurt stark in his voice for you, and you sigh, looking down.

“It was a mere comment or two, he has taken them back. I think I just let them hurt me too much, let them get to me.” You murmur, frowning a bit at such a realization now.

“How wouldn’t that hurt? Well I assure you, your body is perfect. And you can eat what you wish around me.” He says so softly, making you blink back tears.

“Nanami…” You lean up to kiss him then, and fuck it feels so good, so natural to kiss this man here, and fuck isn’t he a man. He’s holding you with those sure hands, kissing you so gently in return, his firm lips brushing against yours, before his talented tongue consumes your mouth, making you gasp.

He moans then, picking you up with ease, pressing you along the taupe kitchen wall, and you’re left so breathless at the ease in which he handles you. You cling to him then, as your thighs wrap his hips, and you feel that heat even between your skirts, as he leans back and cups your face so delicately.

“I want you so badly I can’t focus. I thought you were just another dream last week.” He whispers, and you whimper, from the back of your throat, making him moan softly, kissing you again, over and over, as you grind tentatively, forcing a groan from him now. He holds your hips firmly. “Darling…”

“Yes, Mr. Nanami?” Your lips are covered again, his hands gripping your ass through layers of crinoline and petticoats.

“I’ll eat you instead of the cookies.” You giggle then, it feels so damn good to be in his embrace, so comfortable and perfect.

“Please, let’s bake, then we’ll… um, continue.” He exhales, letting you down gently, brushing you against his entire body, so hard and muscular, and you find your pussy just throbbing around nothing, dripping wet under your dress.

“I will surely try to focus, darling. You make it difficult.” You both laugh softly, and soon you are cooking together, side by side, shoulders brushing. He hands you flour, then sugar, and you’re mixing them carefully with a whisk. “You are the prettiest baker I’ve seen.”

“Am I, Sir? You do go on.” You are swirling the dough now, smiling up at him brightly, met with his little smirk, that lights up his handsome face.

“You have a little flour here.” He laps his tongue along the side of your lip, and you suck in a breath. He then leans back, hazel eyes so hazy, those blond lashes lowering. “Better.”

“Much better.” You agree, your pulse is racing, and he’s behind you now, wrapping his strong arms around your delicate waist. He helps you form the dough, kneading it with both of your hands touching, covered in flour, and it’s so intimate you can scarcely function.

The kitchen is so warm, filled with the sweet aroma of sugar and vanilla, and the rhythmic sounds of kneading dough and crackling firewood from Nanami’s living room. You’re in front of him now, swallowed by his huge frame, as Nanami’s breath whispers against your neck with his instruction, sending shivers down your spine as his hands guide yours.

“You’re doing so good, Darling.” He encourages, and those words from him continue to ignite a flame as hot as that fire now, to the point you feel sweat beading on your forehead. You wipe it with the back of your hand as he takes that hand, pressing his lips against it. “You smell more delectable than these cookies.”

“No, Sir I do not!” You giggle, and his gentle touch is both comforting and electrifying, and it’s all you can do to keep your wits about you as you shape the cookies together, his hands on yours.

“I bet you taste better.” He says, so husky, your hands pause as your heart thumps in your chest, looking back up at him, and he’s pressed against you now, you feel something so hard on your back now. You’re a blushing mess as you wonder at it, as you wonder about his body.

What does it look like? You can feel those muscles, you see how his shirts stretch across them…

You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the polished copper pots hanging on the wall, your cheeks flushed with desire, your eyes dark with need, and you’ve never seen yourself like this. The warmth of Nanami is a stark contrast to the chilly reception you get from your actual husband, the Duke, and you can’t help but lean back into him, feeling his hardness press against your lower back firmer and harder, making him gasp then.

“Duchess… you’ll be the death of me.” He murmurs then, making you arch up more, one hand sliding up to cup the side of his face, pulling it down to you.

“Nanami Kento, I cannot quite focus on baking these cookies. You’re so distracting, you know.” He chuckles, vibrating against your body, as the cookies begin to take shape.

“Ah, forgive me Duchess. You’re rather distracting as well. So, may I ask how you know to bake, as someone so high up in status?” He asks, and you sigh a bit, eyes fluttering in pleasure as you feel his warmth enwrapping you.

“My parents always let me go into the kitchens. My Nan taught me so much, she was like my parent, honestly. I find cooking so calming.”

“Hmm, it’s very impressive.”

“Is it? It’s just a hobby, Sir.”

“Everything about you is impressive.” You become more and more aware of his arousal, and it’s clear he’s fighting to keep his thoughts from straying, to keep his touches polite, as your mind goes awry.

Nanami’s breath hitches every time your body brushes his, and when you finally turn to face him, as your cookies are placed in the oven, you see the desire in his eyes is mirrored in your own. You place your flour-covered hand on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath the fabric. He looks at you, the intensity of his gaze making your knees wobble.

“Nanami, I-” you start, but he cuts you off with a gentle finger to your lips.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He whispers, the house silent now, aside from the snoring of your dog and that fireplace, and the whirling of the oven. “You’re so beautiful it makes me ache.”

“Thank you, I…” You yank off your apron then, watching his lips part as he watches your fingers go to your bodice. “Nanami, please.”

“Please what, my darling?” He helps you take off your bodice now, moaning as he looks at your body, as he then starts unzipping your skirts with sure fingers.

“Touch me. Please.” You’re begging, but you don’t care, you can think of nothing more you want than Mr. Nanami to touch you, to taste you, to feel you. He groans, helping you step out of your skirts, left in just your chemise. His breaths come out in heavy pants as his eyes study you.

“You’re so beautiful. Dear God. Do I deserve to see you?” He slides down your chemise then, leaving you bare, and for a moment you tense, but he holds your arms open, hands sliding down the sides of your breasts, making your nipples taut. “Please don’t hide, you’re so perfect.”

Perfect.

Are you? Is that a compliment?

You shove that back, gulping then, throat dry as he’s sliding sure hands down the nip of your waist now, before gripping your hips, his thumbs pressing into your pelvis, and you’re melting. His sure hands tremble just slightly, as he leans so close, bending down, his lips against your ear.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen.”

“You, handsome sir, are too nice to me.”

“It’s true. I would not lie. Fuck, and I’m the first to see you fully?” You hear it, the question and desire.

“Fully, yes. Um… I’m so nervous.” You admit, then squeal a bit as he picks you up in his arms, bridal style, the way Satoru Gojo should have held you the first night, but no.

“Duke Gojo…” You stand there at the threshold of your new home, Gojo Manor, and Satoru raises a brow, smirking sardonically.

“Expect me to carry you? Absolutely not. Don’t think I want the back pain, let alone you in my arms.” You’re trembling at that, tears filling your eyes. You look down then, feeling so unwanted, so insecure.

“I just thought this was a tradition.” You say, voice hoarse, and Satoru scoffs, walking in ahead of you.

“I’d rather not suffer having you in my arms.” He strides away then, leaving you at the doorway, devastated.

“Darling, you’re crying.” Nanami whispers, as you realize you’re now in his immaculate bedroom, it’s spotless, aside from some of his ties and spectacles along a white dresser. You cling to him, arms around his neck now, trying to bring your focus to him.

“I was having a bad memory. You’re fixing it.” You say then, and he kisses you, so passionately, until you’re on your back, his bed creaking slightly as he straddles you, completely naked as he’s fully dressed. Your hips buck up, back arching for more and more of his caresses. “Oh, Nanami…”

“Kento.” He corrects softly, hands slipping down your hips to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks and exposing more of your eager cunt, dripping. You’re whimpering as your eyes lock with his.

“Kento.” His name on your lips does him in, he’s slamming that mouth back down, kissing away every thought and fear you have, and your arms wrap around his neck now, pulling him down for more and more of his expert kisses.

“My darling, may I please taste you?” He asks huskily, kissing down your throat now, you cry out as his hand slides down your soft tummy, splaying it before a thumb brushes down the lips of your sex.

“Oh my god!” You scream out when he touches you somewhere, so sensitive it makes you feel overheated, it makes your body twitch in response. “What is that, Kento?”

“One of your spots, darling. And fuck… you’re so wet.” He whispers, making you cry out even more, trembling violently as he rubs little circles, kissing down your waist and peering up at you with his eyes, full of desire.

“Feels s’good.” You whine, making him grip you tighter with his free hand, as he continues to circle your clit, before sliding his finger down, inside you. You gasp at the sensation of feeling so full suddenly, dripping down his thick finger. “Oh my… it’s s’good, I-”

“You’re so tight. Mmm.” He huffs as he crooks his finger up, hitting some spot that makes you blinded then, seeing black and glittery stars. You’re feeling waves of pleasure wash over you, as your hands clutch Nanami’s soft blankets, the heels of your feet digging into his bed, as he kisses lower, lower. “You smell so good too, heavenly… fuck.”

“What are you… you’re… Kento!” You scream out then, hands enwrapping in his sandy blond hair as he kisses you where he just touched. “Huh? Wha-”

“I want to taste you, darling. Please… if you want.” He spreads your thighs with sure hands now, and you’re dripping out of your little hole, as the cool air of his room hits you, as he’s got those lips parted, devouring you with a gaze. “You’re so beautiful… your cunt…”

“My… cunt?” You whisper, and he sighs, tickling your cunt now, making you jump at it.

“Your cunt, your pussy… this.” He kisses it again, and you’re falling back into the bed, hips rising up for more, more. “You taste so good, darling.”

“Y-you wanna… um… taste me there?” You ask nervously, garnering his light laugh, as he spreads the plump lips of your sex, licking his full lower lip.

“I want to taste you everywhere, darling. But only if you want.” You exhale, struggling to compose yourself, as he’s laying between your thighs, looking so sexy now, looking at you with such desire you can’t take it. It overwhelms you, how beautiful you feel, versus how you feel at home.

With the man that scoffs at you, that downs you, but for one moment had said one nice thing… that your breasts were perfect. And you, so stupid, had avoided seeing Nanami all week, feeling so awful, as Satoru fucks his mistress in the room next to you. You were so stupid, so desperate for just one bit of affection you’d take even the crumbs.

Until today, when you knew you needed to see Nanami, to be in his arms, so strong and sure, to feel his presence, calming and intoxicating. Your hands cup his face now, garnering his kiss on your palm, his hands pressing on the backs of your thighs, spreading you and making you blush as his silky hair tickles your inner thigh.

“Please taste me, Nanami Kento. I want you to.”

“Oh my… Oh my god, darling.” He says huskily then, you know he was waiting for that, for your permission, and he’s swiping his tongue up your slit, and fuck it feels so good you scream out, embarrassingly loud, hips rising up for more, more.

“Ngh, oh my-ah!” You cry out, weakly, while Nanami is lapping your wetness up, as it drools from your eager cunt, then his tongue is inside you, and your walls are fluttering around it. His big hands grip your thighs roughly, squeezing them, pressing against the muscles there. You’re falling apart, as his nose bumps your clit, as he’s moaning and vibrating against you.

He’s licking higher, and your eyes are rolling back, as now the tip of his tongue begins to flick under your clit, over and over, quick gentle flicks that consume you. Your hands tangle in his hair, and you find yourself pulling it, shoving him against you, for more of it. His eyes, glinting green in the soft light coming from his blinds, stare up at you as he works you like an instrument.

Your pleasure starts building, until it feels like your body is on fire, and you scream out, with so much force, your voice gets hoarse and breaks in the middle. You feel yourself fading more and more, until it’s just him, the sexy noises as he practically drinks you, and he’s pulling back for just a moment, sliding his finger back in, pumping it in and out.

“Kento… I’m… something…” You can’t describe it, the pressure about to break now, and Nanami exhales, making you jump from the breath hitting you, as he watches you so carefully, your every expression.

“You’re so close, I feel you. Let go, darling, let go. I have you.” He whispers, and then he slurps away your sweetness, his tongue stroking upwards, and that’s when you topple over that edge.

You’re crying out, your toes curling as your body jolts with the force of your orgasm, overtaking your every sense. You see stars behind your eyes as it explodes, as you’re trembling from how hard you’re cumming, breasts heaving, your little hands pulling his hair, as your cunt is soaking Nanami Kento’s handsome face.

He’s moaning, drinking it up, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches you cum, watching you shatter for him. “Yes, darling, that’s it. You’re doing so good.”

Fuck.

Nanami doesn’t stop, even as your hips are bucking and jolting, he continues to lick and suck, his hands squeezing your ass, your thighs, his tongue pushing into you, and you’re sobbing, feeling so full you can’t take it. You’re muttering nonsensically, pulling at him, as he pushes you again.

“Too much, Kento… ah-ah-ah!” You scream again, shaking now, as he slips two fingers inside of you, leaning up, and his lips are a breath away. “K-Kento…”

“You’re beautiful cumming, I knew it. I knew I’d love to watch this pretty face. All flushed for me.” His sultry words wreck you even further, and your hands slide up his shoulders, pulling at him. “Want to taste yourself, your sweetness?”

“Is that… proper…” He chuckles then, kissing you deeply, as his two fingers are pressing up on that spot, stretching your tight entrance out, and you can… hear it, your wetness, making you a blushing mess as you writhe under him. You taste it then, your arousal on his tongue.

“Nothing I’m doing is proper, darling. But… it feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod eagerly, kissing him again, hands trembling as they unbutton his shirt now.

“S’good, Kento… never felt… anything. Like… like… ah!” You scream again, and he’s leaned up, watching you so carefully, desire making his eyes lidded, his lips quirking up as he watches you.

“Hear it, love?” He says softly, and you nod, planting little kisses on his throat. “So wet for me.”

“I can, it’s embarrassing.” He laughs a bit, shaking his head, and you notice how his eyes crinkle in the corner, those dark circles merely enhancing them. You reach a hand up to cup his face now. “You laugh at me, S-Sir?”

“You’re precious. So precious.” He kisses you again, and now you have his shirt off, hands splaying his hard chest, feeling the hot skin, his heart thudding under your palm, then he curls his fingers and your head falls back, hips bucking off the bed. “Can you cum again, love?”

You nod weakly, and he starts sucking on your neck, as your head lolls to the side, tickling you so good, and you feel yourself pulsing around his thick digits now, cumming once more, falling apart under him. Nanami groans, angling his arm to shove them in deeper, making you so full, too full, until you’re desperately clinging to him, your legs shaking as a final orgasm hits.

This one is even more intense, so intense you’re weak, as he’s finally slipping his fingers out, and he is kissing you once more, his weight on you now. Your mind is whirling as you desperately unbutton him now, hand sliding down to touch him, but he stops it, shaking his head now. You pout, looking up at his grin.

“Nanami, let me… do things.” You don’t really know what you’re saying, but his little laugh makes you ache more.

“Do things? Hmm?”

“Indeed, I want to… touch you there.” He has your hand in his, kissing it softly, shaking his head again.

“Not yet, darling, today is about you and your pleasure.” He says, caressing your face, brushing the hair that’s fallen out of it’s coif back softly as he looks at you. “I want to do this for you.”

“I want you. Nanami, please. More.” You beg, arching up, and you feel it then, his hard length between your thighs, he pins you gently to the bed, halting your movements now. You pout again.

“We’ll do more next time. If you wish for another time?”

“If I wish, what do you think?” He laughs again, throwing his head back, and you glare now. “Acting so gentlemanly when you’re a tease, Sir.”

“Indeed, I am a bit, but it’s too fun to tease you, to watch you.” The timer goes off then, and he sighs, sitting up and running a feather light touch down your body once more, down every curve. “You’re so beautiful I can’t put words to it.”

“You really make me feel so pretty.” You whisper brokenly, as emotions hit, and now you are frantic, thinking of how you’ll have to leave. He frowns, leaning you up and brushing your tears away.

“Darling, don’t cry, please. I promise we will do more-”

“S’not that. It’s that… I don’t want to leave.” You say brokenly, and he exhales, bringing you to his chest, holding you gently.

“My lawyer is looking into it for you. Maybe we will find out something?”

“But Nanami, I’ll stop you from being happy, from finding someone, I can’t do that to you. This is selfish, I’m selfish, I’m-”

“Stop that. Stop that now.” He kisses you quiet, pulling you onto his lap, and you ache more and more, as you think of what awaits you, your ‘husband’ fucking women, being cruel, your loneliness. It starts to consume you. “Hey, hey… it’s okay love. You’re not preventing me from anything. I’m just enjoying you.”

“Don’t let me stop you, please?” He sighs then, shaking his head a bit as he strokes your back.

“Calm down, darling… please. I promise you’re not stopping anything, you’re just making my days better.” You sniffle a bit as you smile now. “Let’s get you dressed, you’re shivering. Was this too much?”

“No, I loved it. Promise.” Soon Nanami is dressing you, and you are calmed now, sitting on the settee by the fireplace, as you are nibbling on yummy cookies, and he’s pouring you a little glass of milk. “Oh thank you! These are so good!”

“Worked up an appetite hmm?” He smirks as you blush, nibbling your cookie and moaning at how good it tastes.

“You could say so.” He kisses you softly, and your heart thuds, as your little puppy wakes up now, running up to you both. Nanami picks him up, putting him in his lap then.

“So what’s his name?” You giggle then.

“Satoru.”

Leaving the bliss of Nanami Kento’s warm apartments for the cold, gigantic manor of the Gojo estate makes you shiver. You brace for impact, because you’re sure Satoru is fucking his mistress on something, does the man do anything but fuck you wonder at times. You see him in his study frequently, and he leaves often to go to meetings, but he sure does love to fuck.

Now that you’ve cum so hard your legs are weak, you guess you understand a bit more. Leaving Nanami had taken far too much effort, to feel like someone just wants you so much, like you’re not some burden? That and the man sure knew how to do… things.

You heat up just thinking of it, of how you’d tasted yourself.

You let your dog run now, and he runs right up to Satoru, who is sitting at the dining room table, alone. You pause then, looking around in the quiet dining room now, it’s a beautiful mix of golds and burgundies. Satoru looks as you walk in, his eyes raking down your body now, making you shiver a bit. You clear your throat, taking off your cloak and hanging it up.

“Where have you been?” He asks, and his voice is… different. It’s dark, and husky, and lacks some of the cruelty. You pause a bit.

“Where’s the new Mistress? Has she left already?” You ask, earning a mirthless laugh.

“She’s asleep. You didn’t answer my question. Have a seat.”

“Have a seat?”

“Are you deaf? Sit.” He pulls back a chair, and it grinds against the wood floor in a sound that hurts your ears, a screech, and he pats the seat with his hand.

“All right, if you wish…” You sit down next to him, and he snaps fingers, soon dinner is brought to you. “I’m not hungry, Duke.”

“You never are, are you? Ever since I said that.” He says, and you look to his eyes then, by the candlelight of the room, swirling a dark blue that’s intense to even look at. You sigh, picking up a fork then.

“It did make me watch what I eat in front of you, yes. I am not angry about it though. Just cautious I suppose.” You poke around at your plate, and he’s scowling at you now.

“I shouldn’t have, bloody hell, I already told you I was wrong. Must you torture me so?” He asks hoarsely, and you now look at him in shock.

“How does that torture you? I’m confused, Duke.”

“You’re perfect, and all I do is…” He trails off then, running a hand through his snowy white hair. “Will you just fucking eat!?”

You clear your throat, looking down at your plate now. “As you wish.”

“As I wish.” He scoffs, but you do nibble on the food, chewing it thoughtfully, watching him with growing confusion at his actions. “It’s all - as you wish - dear husband - your grace.”

“What else do you expect? I did truly eat a lot of cookies, so I got a little full though.” You giggle softly, and now he’s glaring right at you, his hazy blue eyes sharp as they bore into you, burning you with a look.

“Cookies, hmm?”

“I baked them in fact.” You sip your water now, sighing and feeling Satoru’s gaze dip to your neck.

“You so shamelessly let a man mark you?” He is leaned forward now, thumb on your throat, and you smack his hand, glaring at him.

“I see your mistress' necks. Hypocritical man.”

“You’re a bloody Duchess, you’re not a common whore.”

“Is that a compliment, Gojo?”

“No. No, it's a bloody warning. You’ll not embarrass me.”

You stand then, throwing down your fork, leaning forward on the table and glaring at him. “You embarrass me daily!”

He stands now as well, throwing down his napkin, leaning forward and looming over you, jaw clenched, blue eyes narrowed to slits. “Is baking cookies what you call fucking?”

You laugh at that, shoulders shaking then, earning his firm grip as he yanks you by your wrist now, and you struggle in his hold. “I did not fuck, yet.”

“Yet!?”

“Mmm… I found out what orgasms are. Oh, Duke, they're quite addictive, aren’t they?” You whisper, stepping closer as you watch his jaw clench so hard a vein pops out, his lips parting then.

“What now?” The Duke bites those words out.

“You don’t just get them from fucking, no… I was… hmm.” You take a bite of the food then, as he’s fuming, licking your lips. “Eaten. That’s the term I believe.”

Satoru sputters now, jaw dropped as his eyebrows lower, and you can’t wipe that satisfied grin off your damn face, even as he smacks at your hand, gripping that wrist now too. “You brag about it, like a little slut.”

“Why not, maybe you’ll like me more, maybe you’ll be a bit less cruel. Today I was told I’m beautiful, today I was treasured. And yes, cumming several times…” You step closer, tilting your head back to look up at him. “I see why you’re always fucking, Duke Gojo. It’s quite the high, cumming. I hear it tastes so good, my pussy.”

“Goddammit.” He yanks you to him then, shoving you on the table, spreading your legs and pulling you against him. You smack him then, right across the face, as your breasts heave with labored breaths, and he’s yanking at your hair.

“Shouldn’t you be happy, Duke? I am so occupied I’ll never come near you. I’ll never cry like that damn night, on the floor, my cheek stinging, my heart destroyed.” Your voice breaks then, and his pretty, cruel face softens for just a moment, as beautiful blue eyes drink you in.

“I bet I could make you cum harder.” He whispers, you laugh at that, earning his bruising grip on your hips.

“I doubt that, I daresay I made such a mess. Quite embarrassing, when I could hear how wet-”

Satoru Gojo slams his lips on yours then, and at first you’re so in shock you just sit there, slack jawed, but then his tongue slips between your lips, and his hands slide around to your back, bringing you against his hard body. As you gasp, his tongue goes further, and then you feel it…

You’re throbbing for him.

Fuck him. Fuck Satoru Gojo.

You bite his lip hard, only making him moan, you bite him so hard you draw blood, pushing on his chest. He’s licking that spot of blood, insane look in his damn psychotic eyes, and you see it. Desire, stark and heavy, as he exhales, gripping you so tightly you can’t breathe. You both just sit there, you both are just breathing, and glaring, and staring…

“Fuck you. I hate you, I hate you so much. You dare kiss me?” You demand then, swiping at your lips with the back of your hand. Satoru laughs, harshly, sliding a hand up your breast, gripping it and eliciting a whimper. You curse yourself for it.

“I hate you, little miss perfect. I hate being near you. I hate everything about you, how you walk, how you look…” He’s yanking your top down, thumb brushing your nipple, and you arch your back. He feels so goddamn good, his other hand slinking up your spine, to pull your hair so hard it pricks your eyes. His lips hover, his eyes lidded as he tells you that he hates you.

“Yes, how I look, so ugly to you. Right?” You yank his shirt then, an expensive shirt in your grip, balled into a damn fist.

“I never fucking said that. I never did. You know you’re not, you’re just a conceited little bitch who wants someone on their knees.” He speaks with vitriol, right against your mouth, and you taste him, and you wish he didn’t taste good, you wish he didn’t feel good.

You wish that kiss wasn’t the most intense thing you’ve felt. You wish there weren’t shocks everywhere, that there wasn’t desire in your gut.

You hate him.

“Having someone on their knees made me cum, so yes, I did fucking enjoy it, Duke Gojo. Having him drink me-” Satoru growls now, hand on your throat, wrapping, thumb on your pulse point, and he’s slamming his lips down again, and you hate yourself for what you do next.

You kiss him back, you’re devouring each other, moaning into each other's mouths, teeth clicking against each other, tongues messy and desperate. It’s not like anything you’ve ever felt, as he’s ripping off your bodice, tearing it in half. You rip his shirt, as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his hips, and you pull back to gasp, staring at him, scowling.

“You’ll hurt your back, remember, don’t pick me up.” He slams you on the table, swiping everything on the ground, yanking you by your thighs.

“You don’t hurt my fucking back. You’re stupid. You’re fucking stupid. I wish I never even met you.” You’re sobbing now, and he doesn’t fucking care, does he, no he’s kissing you again, sliding his hands up your thighs, shoving your skirts up.

“I wish I never met you. Arrogant, cruel, stupid. Fucking hate you. Probably covered in your little whore’s cum.” He smacks you now, and you laugh right in his face, kissing him again, before crying out when he’s kissing down your neck, biting you brutally, leaving teeth marks, and your nipples grow taut, as you’re soaking wet.

“I’ll mark you myself, stupid little bitch.” He grunts out, biting you again, so hard you’re blinded by the pain, by the pleasure.

“Ah!” You’re grinding up for more friction, as he’s kissing down your breasts, sucking a nipple into his hot, eager mouth, making you lose every sense you’ve had, you’re consumed by your hatred, by this need. “Thought you never would kiss me, never touch me, don’t start now. Go lick your little Mistress’ cunt.”

“Cunt!? This is how you speak, like a damned common harlot. I don’t lick their cunts, you stupid girl.”

“You’re selfish, I bet you’re a terrible lover.”

“I only do that in a relationship, I have standards.” You scoff, then he’s on his knees, spreading you wide, and you’re shoving at him.

“Well then what the fuck are you doing down there!?”

“I’ll lick you so good you’ll not have a stupid thought in your stupid head about some other man.” Satoru’s big hands rip your pantalets now, and he hungrily stares at your cunt. “Fuck… you’re perfect there too. Fucking hate you. All of you.”

“Wh-what… you don’t lick them… then why me…” He’s huffing, his long fingers bruising now, as he looks up at you, his breath against your inner thigh, glaring at you with hatred.

“You’re so fucking stupid.”

“You are! You won’t get me off at all. Bet you-”

“Ahem… Duke Gojo?” You both turn, breathless, and it’s Satoru’s Mistress. She’s looking at you both with wide eyes, and you feel yourself tear up again, as you realize what you were doing. How could you ever do this with him? He’s probably covered in her, he hates you. He…

“What the fuck are you doing here, can you not see I’m busy?” You blink in confusion, as Satoru scowls at her, and she wrings her hands.

“But you said you only wanted me!” She stomps and pouts then, and you close your legs, shaking and sitting up, your dress torn to pieces. He stops you, his eyes swirling pools of beautiful blue, almost making you forget how much you hate him then, how horrible he is.

How disgusting he is.

“Go on now, don’t disappoint her, Duke.” You whisper, and he grabs your face, squeezing it so tightly, squishing your cheeks.

“Insolent brat. We’re not finished with this conversation.” He hisses through his teeth, and you smack his hand again.

“Go on, you have fucking to do.”

“And you have cumming to do.”

“Not by you!”

“Yes, by me! Damn-”

“Duke Goko…”

“What!?” You both yell at her now, and she looks between you both, running off then, and you shove at Satoru, clinging your clothes to your exposed chest, glaring as he stomps toward you.

“You don’t want me. Remember?” You whisper, and he glares, pulling your hair again, shoving off your tattered dress. “You owe me a new one. Don’t touch me anymore! I don’t want your hands on me. Your mouth on me. I don’t!” You scream, crying again, swiping at your stupid tears.

“I just… I just…”

“I don’t want you. I don’t.” You smack him again, and he yanks you back against him, sliding his fingers up your cunt, and you moan, loud and wanton as he fingers you, and you’re shuddering, as he moans, watching your jaw go slack in pleasure, watching your eyes roll back.

“Don’t want me, Duchess? Fucking soaked.” His hushed words kill you, you’re dripping everywhere, sticky between your thighs, as Satoru consumes you.

“I don’t.” Your voice is so weak, pathetic, as your hips buck up, as he slides so damn deep in your eager cunt. You hate her reaction to him. “Go now, go f-fuck her. I hear you every night and it disgusts me, you disgust me.”

“And you disgust me. Opening your legs for a stranger like a stupid slut. Fuck…” He’s scissoring his fingers inside you now, rough and brutal, and fuck if you don’t want more of it.

You hate him. You hate him. You hate him.

“Good! Good, I’m glad I do. Ah, fuck!” You’re close to cumming then and there, so fucking embarrassing, you yank away, and your mouth drops when he shoves his fingers in his mouth, groaning and shutting his eyes. “Did you just taste me!?

“Yes I did. Jesus christ.” He gets on his knees then, and you gasp, as he buries his face against you.

“Wh-what, what the-”

“I’ll make an exception to taste that.” He moans out, looking up at you, and it takes everything to back away.

“Go practice on her. The only one you want.” You shove at him then, and he is just staring, so heartbreakingly beautiful. “You are cruel. You are evil.”

“I know.” Is all he says, blinking back emotions of his own with snowy white lashes. “Please… let me. Please… stop seeing him.”

“No, you wanted this. You wanted nothing of me. Now you’ll have it.” You turn then, running off and panting, up to your room, slamming the door, sliding down it and struggling to breathe.

You’re awful, how can you want him of all people? How, when you just had Nanami Kento, so sweet and loving, how could you want someone who smacks you, who slams you on tables. How could you ever want him? He doesn’t want you, he just wants to prove he’s so much better. It’s all a game to him, he cares nothing, a kiss changes nothing.

Nothing.

You will never kiss him again, you can’t, not when you…

You’re fully in your night shift soon, sighing as you look at the tattered remnants of your dress, and your throat is so tight you realize you must have coffee. You shakily walk out, passing by his door, and of course it’s cracked open, why wouldn’t it be, he’s so shameless. You see his Mistress clinging to him, and he’s naked, his body chiseled to perfection, bored look on his face.

The kiss meant nothing to him. It should mean even less than nothing to you, shouldn’t it.

“You were going to lick her… would you try that on me, Duke?” She asks then, and you roll your eyes, as you quietly watch, beyond your better judgment. He scoffs then, shoving her to her knees.

“Stop bringing her up. No, I will not, and it’s not your business.”

“It’s because she’s so beautiful…”

“Shut up. Now, you’ll service me, won’t you?” He caresses her cheek, and she nods eagerly, opening her mouth for him then. You tremble as you walk away, then you hear it, him whispering your name.

Did he see you!?

“Duke, why are you calling me that!… You want her!” She then coughs, and Satoru moans loudly, as your heart races, back pressed against the cold walls of the hallway.

“Shut your mouth now.” You palm your racing heart, that can’t be… it can’t be… not after…

You can’t breathe.

You tear yourself away, cursing yourself, cursing your existence, and every step gets heavier, it keeps getting harder and harder to breathe. You hate him, fuck you hate him. As he’s shoving his cock in someone’s mouth, and you’re wet from watching. You hate yourself. You hate your life. How could you, how could you?

Breathe.

As if it’s so simple.

You can not breathe here, it’s slowly sucking you away, and now it’s a million times worse, now you must shove these horrid feelings back, forget the way that stupid, cruel Duke makes you feel. The way his eyes looked when he begged you to stop seeing Nanami. But you won’t give in, you won’t fall for it, for whatever game he plays, you’ll play right back.

But one thing is certain, him whispering your name did wicked things, things you can’t even understand. Why did he? Why!?

Why can’t he let you have any happiness?

Breathe. How, when Satoru Gojo was suffocating you?

A/N: WELL THEN. It's just gonna get angstier and messier from here. Don't worry, reader isn't gonna stop seeing Mr. Nanami, and we're far from Gojo/reader having any sort of relationship. Stupid Duke. Also yes, deformed bunny, I HAD to

Part Five

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pt.1 pt.2

summary: After getting over the initial shock of Megumi's new look, the brainstorming begins!

tags: megumi x f!reader, crack, evil puppy, yaga has a hit on gojo's life,swearing. unedited.

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Part 2 is finaaaaally here! I’m so sorry this took so long, the beginning of 2025 has been quietly chaotic over here at sojumamii inc. I also kept changing my mind on how this chapter was going to go.

But fuck it we ball! I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter! I swear it that part 3 won’t take nearly as long to upload! Please let me know your thoughts and if you have any theories on Megumi’s little predicament!

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"Wow. Oh my god." Shoko's tired eyes widen, her jaw dropped at the sight of three students (well four) and a small ball of fur in your arms.

"I had thought Gojo was kidding when he called, but Megumi's literally...a puppy...." she says blankly her mind unable to process the sight of the usually calm and collected Megumi now turned into a fluffy little dog. She chalked up Gojo's earlier phone call regarding Megumi's curse as just another one of his bad jokes or an elaborate way to waste her time.

Yuji sheepishly rubs the back of head, chuckling nervously at the nurse's shocked gaze, being expressive isn't exactly something Shoko is known for.

You sigh offering the nurse a soft smile,"Trust me I wish he was, any way you can check him out?" you ask, gesturing to Megumi fast asleep in your arms.

Shoko nods,"Hmm..I'm no veterinarian, but lets see. Set him down on the examining table." she states while pulling on her white lab coat.

Gently you lay Megumi's miniature body onto the infirmary bed, scratching at his head with your finger to wake him up,"Hey Gumi, you gotta wake up now we have to let Shoko check you out," you whisper soothingly.

Megumi's dark eyes flutter open at your coaxing, he looks at you with curiosity then sits up on all four legs, yawning cutely with an audible chirp. You coo unable to help finding him so cute as a puppy, especially sleepy and tiny.

"Fushiguro's actually cute as a little mutt when he's not being a yappy rat..." Nobara quips, pursing her lips at the pomeranian in question. Yuji nods but elbows the auburn haired girl nervously," Yeah he's adorable but careful he does bite remember.." making Nobara scoff and roll her eyes, muttering an ‘oh i wish he would' threateningly under her breath.

Shoko laughs at your antics, gently scooping Megumi with one hand up to her chest and checking his heartbeat with the stethoscope she asks the million dollar question even you want to know,"So...how'd he end up like this?"

You turn around to the disaster twins expectantly and raise an eyebrow urging them to answer the question.

"I also want to know, I told them to explain once they got here."

Both students tense up and after a beat of silence, Nobara elbows Yuji, shoving him in front of her. He turns around with an aghast expression of betrayal on his boyish features.

"Thanks alot Kugisaki!" The pink haired boy whines his toned pointed and annoyed.

Both you and Shoko look at them impatiently, making Yuji sigh and clear his throat. Megumi is set down, sitting up on the bed and yips at his two friends as if saying,'stop fooling around!'

"So..." He begins,"We were dispatched on a mission to check out an abandoned pet store that had an intense amount of curses attracted to it, meaning obviously there was either an even stronger curse or cursed object they were drawn to." Yuji takes a deep breath,"And when it turned out to be a grade 1 curse we had to put up an extra fight-" Yuji huffs in exasperation,"It hit Kugisaki pretty hard so when I went to check on her it let out a pretty scary attack and Fushiguro over here jumped in front of it for us while his divine dog dealt the finishing blow and well....was cursed into a puppy..." Yuji trails off, eyeing Megumi's puffy body with a nervous smile.

You and Shoko sigh taking in the information. You lean down to get face to face with your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow your hands on your hips ,"Oh...so you're like this because you decided to play hero." scoffing you continue,"Serves you right, you could've just let totality tank the attack and then all three of you woulda been okay." you pick him up and look him in the eye,"tch...bad boy..."

Megumi thrashes and grumbles, feeling embarrassed to be scolded by you not only in front of everyone...but literally being scolded like a dog.

"Do we know anything else about this curse?" Shoko inquires, observing Megumi in your arms.

Nobara shakes her head,"Not really no," she lets out a sigh,"All we know is that it was a grade 1 and lived in an abandoned pet store, its powers weren't documented. Gojo said he was going to see if Nanami or Yaga could get ahold of any more information. He didn’t even give us much information beforehand either.” she grumbles

Your expression changes into a more serious one,"So it's unknown if the curse has turned others into animals? It's odd that it didn't wear off once the curse got exorcised..." you trail off, unconsciously scratching Megumi's head, making his puffy tail wag furiously as he chases your touch.

Yuji snickers, quietly pointing at Megumi's tiny body going boneless in relaxation.

You look down and laugh at how natural he is as a puppy, cooing as you stroke his fur,"Well it doesn't seem like he minds being like this very much..." you quip. There's a soft bout of laughter in the room when Megumi whips his head back up, snapping back into reality when he feels eyes on him.

The puffy pomeranian jumps out of your arms onto the hospital bed, sneezing indignantly stomping his tiny paws in embarrassment and protest.

As you're about to tease him again, both Yaga and Nanami step into the threshold of the door knocking to announce themselves.

"My god Satoru wasn't joking-the boy's really a damn dog!" Yaga gasps in disbelief removing his sunglasses and rubbing his eyes harshly.

Nanami's breath hitches,"Fushiguro..? I presumed that idiot was just being as foolish as usual…but wow.” the ex-salaryman takes a few steps over to infirmary bed, leaning down to eye level with Megumi, inspecting him,”At the very least, is he alright?”

Megumi lets out a scrappy bark as an answer to his question, unintentionally rumbling in satisfaction when Nanami scratches his head.

“Well he’s healthy and uninjured, and as you saw can understand us” Shoko affirms,”But my reversed curse technique won’t restore him back to normal.”

You look to the principal and Nanami,”Oh right, these two said Gojo was going to see if you guys knew anything about the curse or knew anything about it?”

Yaga sighs in indignation,”When I dispatched that mission for the students I told Satoru everything we had regarding the curse and what had been happening. Either that fool forgot or didn’t care to warn any of you,” his tone is that of frustration, his eyes falling to Megumi, Yuji, and Nobara.

Nanami adds,” Ijichi and myself revisited the sight of the mission and talked to locals in the area to get more information.” he crosses his arms growing serious,”Apparently there have been multiple accounts of people suddenly being turned into puppies and haven’t changed back since.”

All of you gasp Megumi himself tensing up. To calm him down you scoop him into your arms and stroke his fur, your eyes regarding him with worry and empathy,”Oh Gumi…don’t worry…”

“Does that mean Fushiguro’s gonna be like this forever?! There’s gotta be something we can do?!” Yuji exclaims. Everyone looks to the poor puppy in your arms in deep concern.

“Will you all please calm down. You didn’t let me finish.” Nanami sighs,”The curse itself was born from spite and vengeance of...” he closes his eyes, tipping his head back from the ridiculousness of what he’s going to say.

“Nanami come on-“ you urge.

“A puppy.”

There’s a pause, the silence in the room is loud.

“A PUPPY?!” everyone yells in disbelief.

Yaga confirms Nanami’s statement,”That’s correct and it’s PRECISELY what I told Satoru.”

“But how can that be? I thought only a human’s negative emotions could create a curse- how could a dog possibly feel so much it creates a curse?” you shriek, swiftly holding out Megumi to stare at his boxy little face.

Yaga takes a seat in one of the chairs massaging his temple,”Negative emotions are negative emotions regardless of who or what makes them. This puppy had a particular vitriol towards an employee who scolded it once, and also had a dislike towards other dogs that said employee praised and rewarded. Frankly I myself can’t wrap my head around it- nothing like this has ever been seen so far in sorcerer history…” he sighs in resigantion

Everyone is beyond bewildered, how can this be?

“I-I don’t even know what to think…that’s so bizarre…” Shoko stutters out, Nobara nodding in stunned agreement.

“So a curse was born from an anti-social grumpy and jealous puppy…it made a curse that turns people into puppies out of SPITE?” you belabor, under normal circumstances you’d laugh, the puppy sounds like Megumi’s but it’s so ridiculous… and without any knowledge or hindsight not a single one of you can even know if it’s reversible.

“It would seem so…” Nanami confirms, removing his sunglasses, looking at Megumi in your arms with tense concern. Said boy deflates,”A malevolent puppy is a rather farfetched idea..”

Yuji has stayed uncharacteristically quiet. Stuck in serene concentration in the corner of the room, he snaps his fingers perking up suddenly,”WAIT! I got it!”

You all look at him, some in confusion, others expectantly.

“The puppy didn’t get along with other dogs and people right? What if the answer to breaking the curse is getting along and making friends with them!” the pink haired boy concludes with a sparkle of hope in his hazel eyes.

Nanami and Yaga think for a moment, you and Megumi stare at each other in a silent conversation.

“That’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard-“ Nobara interjects

“He may have a point.” You interrupt,”It makes a lot of sense actually, if the puppy was just mad it had no friends, it’s a very logical conclusion to come to.” you send a grateful sweet smile to your friend,”Thanks, Yuji. This a good place to start.”

The adults in the room nod in agreement. It’s a sound theory, turn a malevolent puppy, into sweet and sociable?

Yuji shyly rubs the back of his head, his face flushed an endearing red,”Ah. W-Well y-you know anything to help out Fushiguro, y’know?”

Megumi not liking the interaction ,lets out a low growl that you can feel in arms. He bares his teeth towards Yuji, making his best friend chuckle nervously. Waving his hands in panic Yuji rapidly defends himself with amusement,”Woah Fushiguro, down boy geez!”

You scoff fondly, covering Megumi’s little face with your palm,”Be nice. That’s what started this whole mess.” making said puppy thrash and grumble until he eventually placates himself.

“It’s a long shot and not guaranteed to change Fushiguro back, but it doesn’t hurt to try while we find something more concrete.” Yaga gets up to stretch,”I trust you can play well with others Fushiguro, you three keep us posted. Shoko keep monitoring his health. Nanami and I will try to double check any records for similar cases.” Both sorcerers make their way out,”Oh and by the way, if you see Satoru, let him know my fist is waiting to meet him upside the head.”

All four of you chuckle amusedly, silently hoping you can get a front row seat to Gojo’s ass beating.

You hold Megumi up to look him mischievously in his large dark eyes,”Well well Guuuumi,” you say sing-songy,”Looks like the day I’ve been waiting for is finally here!” Megumi grumbles with a whine, knowing exactly what you’re getting at.

‘Guuumi can I please put blush on you?! You’d look soo cuute!’

‘Gumi can I put on these hair clips on you!? They’re Baditzmaru! He looks just like you!��

‘Pleaaaase your lashes are so pretty, it would be a waste to not put on eye glitter!.

‘God damn it...’ Megumi thinks as he flashes back to all the times you’ve turned him into your personal doll, though 90% of the time he indulges you because he can’t resist the bright sparkle in your wide eyes, and the sweet pouty look on your face or the convincing lilt in your voice that tugs at his heartstrings. But now

Now you have completely free reign.

“You’re gonna be the cutest dog in the park! Everyone will be flocking to be your friend!” you beam, cooing as you press little kisses to his face.

“You guys ready?” you turn to your friends with an excited determination.

Yuji and Nobara match your expression, pumping their fists in the air,”Operation turn Fushiguro is a go!”

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