Morning at the Hotel,
Early in the morning, sunlight filtered softly through the curtains of a small hotel room.
Saturo Gojo yawned widely, stretching his arms as he slowly sat up. His eyes, under the faint morning light, fell on the sleeping figure beside him.
A faint smile tugged at his lips as he recalled the events of the previous night.
Last night…
He and Hiratsuka Shizuka had raced on a quiet, uninhabited mountain road. Predictably, Gojo won, and Shizuka hadn't even glimpsed his taillights.
But the thrill of the race and the wind whipping past their faces had made her laughter unforgettable.
After the race, they had wandered to a scenic overlook in the mountains.
They bought a few beers and some snacks and sat on the hillside, drinking while the city lights twinkled in the distance.
As the hours slipped into the early morning, Gojo prepared to leave—but Shizuka had grabbed his hand.
"The moonlight tonight… it's beautiful," she murmured softly, cheeks flushed, eyes shyly averted.
Gojo's lips curved knowingly.
"And the wind… so gentle," he added.
There was a silent understanding between them. No words could capture it; the night had spoken for itself.
.....
Hotel room,
The room was bathed in a soft, night glow, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the walls.
The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to be happening between Shizuka and Satoru Gojo as they sat on the edge of the bed.
Their bodies were close, almost touching, their breaths mingling in the space between them.
Shizuka's eyes, dark and luminous, locked onto Satoru's beautiful blue eyes, her gaze soft yet hungry.
Satoru's hands rested on her thighs, his touch gentle but firm, as if staking his claim on her.
The room itself felt alive, the soft carpet muffling their movements, the bed with its sturdy headboard a silent witness to the intimacy about to unfold.
"Mhmm!"
Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and ferocious, a collision of desire and longing.
Shizuka's mouth parted slightly, inviting Satoru in, and he accepted without hesitation.
Kiss! Slurp! Kiss! Suck! Slurp!
Their tongues entwined, dancing in a rhythm that was as old as time itself, each stroke a silent declaration of their need for one another.
"Mhm! Mmmm! Mhmm!"
Shizuka's hands tangled in Satoru's hair, pulling him closer, as if afraid he might disappear if she let go.
As his arms wrapped around her waist, drawing her onto his lap, their bodies pressing together in a way that left no doubt about the intensity of their connection.
As they finally parted, Shizuka's breath came in short, ragged gasps.
"Haa… haa… Satoru," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes, glazed with desire, held his, her expression a mix of vulnerability and raw passion.
Satoru's gaze was equally intense, his blue eyes smoldering with a hunger that seemed to consume him.
"Let me," he murmured, his voice deep and rough with need.
His hands moved with purpose, sliding up her body to grasp the hem of her shirt.
With slow, deliberate movements, he pulled it over her head, revealing her delicate lace bra.
Shizuka's skin was pale and flawless, her body a canvas of curves that begged to be explored.
Satoru's lips curved into a slight smile as he leaned in, his mouth brushing against her neck.
His kisses were feather-light, trailing down her collarbone, pausing at the swell of her breasts. Shizuka shivered at his touch, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her bra.
"Mhmm~," she moaned softly, her head tilting back as she arched into his touch.
Satoru's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples through the lace, before he lowered his head to take one into his mouth.
His tongue swirled around the harden nipples, sucking gently, and Shizuka's breath hitched, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
His kisses continued their downward journey, his lips leaving a trail of fire across her stomach.
"Ahh~"
Shizuka's body trembled beneath him, her skin flushed and warm, as he got between her legs.
His hands slid down her sides, his fingers brushing the waistband of her clothes. With a swift motion, he pulled it off, leaving her in nothing — but her bra and panties
Shizuka's legs were slightly parted, her thighs exposed, and Satoru's gaze lingered on her delicate place.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with admiration.
His eyes met hers, and Shizuka felt a flush of embarrassment spread across her cheeks.
"Don't look," she protested, moving her legs to covered her dripping panties, but Satoru stopped her. His hands gripped her thighs, holding them gently but firmly apart.
"Let me see you," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Hghh!"
Shizuka's breath quickened as his thumb brushed against her clit through the thin fabric of her panties, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
Without warning, Satoru dipped his head, his lips pressing against the damp lace.
Shizuka gasped, her hands tangling in his hair as he pulled her panties aside.
Shlick! Slurp! Shlick! Slurrrrp!
His tongue dove into her wetness, his mouth hot and insistent against her sensitive flesh.
"Mhmm~ Ahhh~," she cried out, her body arching off the bed as his tongue flicked and swirled, his thumb continuing to massage her clit.
Shizuka's hips bucked against his mouth, her moans growing louder as her orgasm built. Her body trembled, her muscles tightening, until she shattered around him, her juices flowing into his mouth.
Satoru pulled back, a satisfied grin on his face as he licked his lips.
"Delicious," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Shizuka's face turned a deep shade of red, her hands flying up to cover her face in embarrassment.
"Satoru!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled.
He chuckled, his hands moving to stroke her thighs soothingly. "You taste amazing," he teased, his tone playful yet tender.
Shizuka peeked through her fingers, her eyes narrowing playfully.
"You're impossible," she muttered, but there was a softness in her voice that betrayed her words.
Satoru's grin widened as he leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a soft kiss. "Ready for more?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Shizuka's gaze dropped to his throbbing erection, which stood proudly between them. Her cheeks flushed again, but she nodded shyly. "Mhm," she replied, her voice barely audible.
Satoru's hands moved to position himself at her entrance, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.
Shizuka's breath caught as she felt the tip of his cock press against her, her body already aching for him. "Ready?" he asked again, his voice gentle.
She nodded, her hands reaching out to grip his shoulders.
Satoru entered her slowly, his eyes closing as he savored the sensation of her tight heat enveloping him.
Thrust!
"Hnghn!"
Shizuka gasped, her nails digging into his skin as he filled her completely, blood flowing out of her pussy, she feels the pain but also the pleasure of finally finding someone to be with.
For a moment, they remained still, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in unison.
Then, with a groan, Satoru began to move, his thrusts starting slow and deliberate.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Slurp! Shlick! Slurp!
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhhhh~"
Shizuka's moans filled the room, her body clenching around him with each stroke.
Satoru's pace quickened, his movements becoming rough and relentless, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove into her.
The bed creaked beneath them, the soft carpet muffling the sounds of their passion.
Shizuka's head tossed back, her hair spilling across the pillow as she cried out his name.
Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
Satoru's thrusts deepened, his breath coming in short gasps as he neared his own climax.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their passion reaching a fever pitch. Shizuka's walls tightened around him, milking him, and Satoru groaned, his release spilling into her in hot pulses.
SPLAAAT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
"AHHHHHH~"
As their bodies stilled, Satoru collapsed onto the bed beside her, his arm draped across her waist.
Shizuka's chest rose and fell rapidly, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.
The room was heavy with the aftermath of their passion, the air thick with desire and unspoken futures. Satoru's fingers traced lazy patterns on her stomach, his gaze distant as he processed the intensity of what had just transpired.
Shizuka turned her head to look at him, her expression a mix of contentment and uncertainty.
Shizuka's hand reached out, her fingers brushing Satoru's, a silent plea for connection.
He reach out his hand over, lacing their fingers together, his thumb brushing her knuckles in a tender gesture.
But even as their hands intertwined, the weight of their unspoken thoughts hung heavy in the air, a reminder that their story was far from over.
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NextDay—
A soft, half-sleepy noise broke the quiet.
Shizuka, still lying on her side, stirred in the white quilt. She tried to shift, to continue sleeping, but a slight ache made her eyes flutter open.
"Awake?" Gojo asked softly, reaching out with his right hand to gently stroke her messy hair.
"Hmm…" she responded with a coquettish hum, slowly sitting up.
The morning light caught her features perfectly. The quilt slipped slightly, revealing the delicate curves of her figure like a sleeping beauty just beginning to awaken.
Without warning, Shizuka leapt into Gojo's arms, pressing her face against his chest with a delighted, almost foolish grin.
"My boyfriend's… is just so charming—"
"You're such a fool," Gojo interrupted with a chuckle, but he did not push her away.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, sharing warmth in the quiet room.
For a few minutes, they stayed like that, breathing in each other's presence.
The day could wait.
Then Shizuka pulled back slightly, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"I just remembered… it's Tuesday. I have classes."
Gojo blinked, realization dawning.
"Yes…" he murmured, the thought sinking in.
They exchanged glances—confused, yet smiling at the absurdity of their situation.
"Forget it," Gojo said decisively. "Take a leave today."
Shizuka shook her head slightly, though a gentle smile lingered on her lips.
"Going to school in this state… everyone will notice. Chihiro-sensei will definitely glare at me. It's safer to skip just this once."
Gojo's lips curled into a small smile.
He understood perfectly.
The strict schedule, the constant training and responsibilities, the expectation to always be perfect—sometimes it was okay to let the world wait.
"Are you sure?" she asked, voice soft.
"My word…" Gojo paused thoughtfully. "Don't go. I'll stay with you."
He thought back to the last time he had been romantically involved with Subaru Mitejima.
He had wanted to stay by her side, but she had insisted he focus on her duties, brushing him off with, "Go, live your chaotic life, for now."
This time, things would be different.
Gojo would be there for Shizuka, undistracted, fully present.
As for the delicate matter of explaining the past with Subaru, that could wait for a more appropriate moment.
After deciding this, they got up, dressed, and called the front desk to order two breakfasts.
The day ahead stretched long and unbroken, entirely theirs.
They moved slowly, savoring the small joys: the sound of birds outside, the sunlight warming the room, the soft hum of the city in the distance.
.....
Evening at Home—
That evening, Gojo returned home, tired yet satisfied from a day well spent.
He changed into indoor shoes at the entrance, feeling a sharp, almost accusatory gaze on him.
"Hmph… Say it, Onii-chan. Why didn't you come home last night, and why only return this evening?"
The voice was calm but carried an unmistakable edge of authority.
Gojo, caught off guard, scratched his head awkwardly.
"I… I was traveling to Osaka," he replied, a little embarrassed.
He realized something strange.
Normally, as the older brother, he expected a respectful tone—but the little sister, Umaru, had somehow adopted the commanding demeanor of a small matriarch.
Rebellion in the making?
Thinking quickly, Gojo crouched, pinched her cheeks, and said firmly:
"I'm your brother, you little brat, and you dare lecture me?"
"It hurts! I was wrong! Really wrong!" Umaru squealed, rubbing her reddened cheeks.
Satisfied with his playful punishment, Gojo flopped onto the sofa, assuming the familiar "salted fish" position, his arms stretched lazily behind his head.
Umaru, however, still rubbed her cheeks, muttering, "Stinky nii-san…"
Just then, the door swung open.
"Oh—I'm home!"
Benio Adashino entered, her calm presence filling the room.
"Good evening, Gojo-sensei! Good evening, Umaru," she greeted politely, waving her hand.
Still rubbing her cheeks, Umaru switched into her cute pink indoor shoes, giving a small, almost embarrassed smile.
"Good evening~"
"Good evening, Gojo-sensei," Benio said again, this time turning her attention to Gojo.
"Going to the wilderness again?" he asked lazily, lying sprawled across the sofa.
"Yes," Benio replied softly, hesitating for a moment.
Then, her voice became serious. "Today, I encountered someone unusual. An ordinary human… yet he tried to save others. In the end, he produced a black talisman."
Gojo's eyes narrowed, curiosity piqued.
"You didn't talk to him, did you?"
Benio froze, unsure how her teacher would react.
"No, Gojo-sensei! He was… strange. I didn't speak to him," she admitted.
"Good," Gojo said with a nod, satisfaction evident on his face. Like protecting his own cabbage, keeping outsiders at bay.
Still, he couldn't shake the thought: That human… could be tied to the Demon world.
.....
Later, as the night deepened, Gojo sat cross-legged on the sofa, Umaru perched beside him like a small guardian.
The room smelled faintly of incense and old wood, blending oddly with the city lights filtering through the curtains.
Umaru leaned against his shoulder, pouting, her earlier scolding forgotten.
"You're impossible, Onii-chan. You always do whatever you want."
Gojo smiled lazily. "And yet you love me anyway."
Umaru rolled her eyes, though the faintest blush crept across her cheeks. "Don't get cocky. I just tolerate you."
"Sure, sure," he replied, unbothered, stretching his arms behind his head.
Benio, quietly observing, shook her head. This family… always chaotic, yet… strangely endearing.
Gojo glanced toward the window, thinking of Shizuka and the quiet mornings they had shared.
A faint smile played on his lips.
Life is strange, yet moments like this… make it worth everything.
He reflected on the day: the races, the laughter, Shizuka's shy expressions, the playful teasing, the serenity of the mountains, and the quiet bond that had deepened without words.
Even amidst the chaos of exorcist duties, training, and dangerous encounters, these small, tender moments anchored him.
Hiratsuka Shizuka… she's not perfect, not at all. And I'm not perfect either. But the way we fit, even in the chaos… it's enough.
As for Umaru and Benio… they're my family, my roots. I'll protect them, even if it means taking on the world.
He laughed softly, with satisfaction and warmth.
As the household settled into a calm rhythm.
Gojo laughing to himself, Umaru playing quietly nearby, and Benio tending to her own thoughts.
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